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havens-most-wanted · 3 years ago

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Jak 2 Opening Scene as Written by a Bot

Exactly as the title says. I plugged in snippets of the Jak 2 script into an AI text generator and got this. Bold is original script. Regular text is not. [text] is edited for continuity and clarity (doesn’t help much though). Enjoy.

Credits to: Rexy (game script, minor edits done by me) https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/ps2/914535-jak-ii/faqs/26498

AI Bot https://inferkit.com/

Warnings: Implied incest, random nonsense.

Here we go...

Samos's voice: For every age there is a time of trial.

It may be that it has happened to us and to me, but the Father tests everyone so that the just can become children of light.

We can only try to get through it with a minimum of fuss.

Like the soft - ball test.

When you're a kid, your parents throw you the soft - ball test.

They throw you the ball, and you run and run and run and run and run, and then you fall on the ground, and it's time to get up, and your ball rolls away somewhere else.

But then you remember your lessons.

The scene then shows up outside a hut in Sandover village, one of the locations in the previous game, where Jak, his ottsel friend Daxter, his female companion Keira, and her father Samos, the green sage, were seen near a large machine.

Samos: Today's the big day, Jak. I hope you are prepared, for whatever happens...

Keira: I think I figured out--

Samos: --That if I ever see you again, I'll…

Keira: W-what?

Samos: Sorry.

Keira: I think I made it pretty clear how I feel about you.

Samos: Sorry, but I can't be sorry.

Keira: You can't be? You can't be sorry you're sorry? I don't get it.

Samos: I'll just…

Keira: [Samos], it's okay.

Samos: (concerned tone) I'm sorry, but you can't just leave me like this. I'm not a man who cries over girls that he never even knew. I'm just gonna…

Keira: (muttering) Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore.

Daxter’s finger hovers in front of a large red button on the rift rider.

Samos: Daxter! Don't touch anything! Though the Precursors vanished long ago, the artifacts they left behind can still do great harm.

Keira: Or great good! If you figure out how to use them.

Samos: I've had some experience with the Precursors, Keira. They're not something I want to mess with.

Keira: Samos, have you ever considered being a scientist instead of a soldier? You're a brilliant scientist, with an education, and a lot of potential. You could build incredible things, not just weapons, but maybe something greater than a weapon.

Samos: That sounds like a lot of work. It's easier to use my powers to fight.

Keira: I'm sure you could come up with some other use for your gifts.

Jak activates the rift rider.

Daxter: Looks like Jak's still got the moto!

Keira: Interesting... it appears to be reading out some preset coordinates.

Daxter: Wow, look at that!

Then, something started to shake, and the ring started to spin before some of the bridge leading to the hut started to break away, and the skies turned dark.

Monster voice: Finally! The last anybody who is here for long. If you are seeking...The lobster roller is in the Oasis. Have a good time. See you later!

Daxter: Uh, why are you reading out coordinates?

Monster voice: This is a museum. You must have been asked to come here. I thought you would find something interesting, like one of my friends.

Daxter: What friend?

Monster voice: I thought maybe you would like to see something in the museum.

Daxter: What did you just say?

Monster voice: Do you not hear me?

Metal Heads begin flying out of the opened rift gate.

Daxter: Aaaaargh! What are those things?!

Samos: So THIS is how it happened…

The monster's head showed up from inside the gate.

Monster: You cannot hide from me boy!

Keira: Do something, Jak!

Daxter: *starts pointing at the buttons* What's this do?

Keira: Shove a building up against it!

Keira started to stomp on the monster's head.

Monster: That'll only make it madder!

Keira: Shove it back in it's hole!

Keira pulled up the floor. The monster hit the ceiling and fell to the ground.

Monster: ...You cannot hide from me boy!

Samos: ...and so it starts. I hope your instincts don't get you in trouble.

Daxter: Uh, how do we start the mission?

Keira: Go up there! It was right on the map.

Samos: Here, I'm staying out here with Keira.

They get sucked into the portal past the giant monster, leaving Sandover behind.

Keira: What was that thing?!

Samos: Hang on everyone!

Daxter: YYAAAAAAHHHHHH! I want off this thing!!!!!

Then... it wasn't long before the machine exploded, throwing Samos and Keira, and Jak and Daxter, far apart from each other.

Keira: AAAAAHHHHH!!

Samos: Find a way back to me Keira. We can't be separated this way.

Keira: I know... I'll go and try and find a way out!

Samos: Please be safe and come back to me…

Keira: I will!

The two of them were separated, and this made the story change. But they were still together, and Keira knew that they weren't really separated, so she was still fine, and they could still be together. So she went in search for Daxter, because he must be stuck somewhere.

Jak and Daxter fall from the sky and crash onto a paved walkway. They looked around, and saw tall metal buildings everywhere. Daxter's face contorted in anger, he tossed a lead pipe he was holding on his hand down to the ground.

Daxter: Okay, I swear that's the last time I ever, EVER, touch lead!

Jak: Yeah, Daxter, the last time I help you, is the last time you use your lead pipe on anything!

Daxter: WHAT THE (CHECK ALL CAPS) (HEADING)WHAT THE HELL!

Then, from in front of them, a bunch of soldiers appeared, lead by Erol, a sleek man with spiked orange hair only just hidden by his armored helmet.

Soldier: There he is. Move in.

They stop in front of them both.

Soldier: Step away from the animal!

Daxter: YYAAAAHHHH!!!!!

Daxter runs between Jak's legs, and away from the group.

Erol: Forget the rat. The Baron wants to talk to you.

Daxter: Y-you ... do ... u-um, yeah …

They talk in a rough, but still kinda giggly voice.

Erol: So, the Baron wants to talk to you.

Daxter: Yeah. Well, he's standing right here!

Soldier: Then why don't we escort you into the castle?

Daxter: …

Soldier: …

Daxter: Mmm…

Erol: Yeah, but he's standing right in front of you.

Daxter: ... OK!

They split. Erol to Erol's troops to take Daxter into the castle, and Octo and Snake to take Jak back out [to the prison].

Daxter: Don't worry Jak! I'll save you before you know it!

{TWO YEARS LATER}

The scene then changes to a prison-like area, and this is where we see a completely reformed Jak with sleeker hair and a goatee on him, strapped to a chair, where what looked like a ray gun was zapping him. Surrounding him were two figures - Erol again, and the ruler of the city, Baron Praxis.

Computer voice: Dark Eco injection cycle complete. Bio readings nominal and unchanged.

Praxis: Hhhppp. Nothing! I was informed that this one might be different!

Erol: He is surprisingly resistant to this substance. Perhaps we'll find that he too is resistant to other Eco...remodeling them.

Praxis: (picks up Jak's hand) Niiice. A different mind. Would that I could use that to draw out my other subjects. They're a lot more expendable when they don't fight back...but I guess this would be different than what they have to deal with.

Erol: The city is dying, but we can't help them if we don't take these to the Emperor. That won't happen if I'm not there. So make it happen...Master Praxis.

Baron Praxis grabs the barely conscious Jak's hair and lifts up his head.

Praxis: Aaaagh! You should at least be dead with all the Dark Eco I've pumped into you!

Erol: What now? Metal Head armies are pressing their attacks. Without a new weapon, my men cannot hold them off forever!

Praxis: I will not be remembered as the man who let you run away! I will be remembered as the man who destroyed your army!

Praxis unleashes his Juggernaut; the knight's remains are vaporized. Erol raises his blade to Praxis' throat.

Erol: I don't know what I can do to repay you.

Praxis: Do not apologize. I did what I did to protect the life of the one I love.

Erol: (lamely) So, you think that deserves a reward?

Praxis: Oh, no. I don't want anything from you. I want you to live and keep doing what you do best.

Erol: And what is that?

Praxis: Working.

Erol: Because I had to teach you that skill?

Praxis: …

Erol: If you want me to leave this world then I will. I don't need it.

Praxis: Do you need a reason?

Erol: I'm just being honest. I'm trying to save you because you can't save yourself.

Praxis: What? I don't want to die. I just want to stay here.

Erol: The first time you can't make this decision. Then you can't ever decide.

Praxis: [proudly] And now you're leaving?

Erol: (leans towards Jak) I'll be back later…

The pair leave the scene. Then... a small platform rises from down below, revealing Daxter.

Daxter: Ding, ding... Third floor... Body chains, roach food, torture devices.

He jumps onto Jak’s chest, landing on both feet.

Daxter: Hey buddy... you seen any blue wool?

Jak: Nuh-uh. That's the seventh floor. Not enough wool.

Daxter: No? Really? Well... hey... you know that purple tunnel that goes off to nowhere? You can't climb it.

Jak: Yeah? Well... I've got a plan. What if we try that tunnel?

Daxter: And what's your plan?

Jak: The tunnel leads to that room. I know where that room is.

Daxter: Hmm... I remember it. You know, how I worked with Daxter on this game.

Jak: Yeah... that.

Daxter: Well, I don't see why we have to go through this.

Jak eyes briefly flutter open at the voice, but close again.

Daxter: That's a fine hello! I've been crawling around in this place risking my tail, literally, to save you! I've been looking for you for two years! Say something! Just this once!!

Jak's eyes suddenly fly open.

Jak: I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!

Daxter: Hang on, I know you're awake... [Bleep]

Jak scrambles to a sitting position, much faster than Daxter, and punches Daxter in the jaw with a left hook.

Daxter: Bully.

Jak then grabs ahold of Daxter's body, swinging it up in the air, causing Daxter to fall, and fling him to the ceiling. Daxter flies to the ground and lands, rather gracefully, on his tail.

Daxter: Gotcha!

Jak: Never underestimate your own hide, you little rascal!

Daxter: Slight overkill.

Jak: AAAAAGGHHH!

Jak changed into a more demon-based form, to be now known as Dark Jak.

Daxter: Or aaah... you could do it.

Jak then starts approaching Daxter with an aggressive look, his mouth pulled back into a feral-like snarl.

Daxter: Jak? Easy now. Easy buddy. It's, it's your Dad.

Jak: What?! I thought I said I didn't want to see him again!

Daxter: We'll see about that, buddy.

Jak starts backpedaling as Daxter stands and looks at his friend/father.

Jak: AAAAGGHH!...

Jak tries to attack, claws out but... he suddenly came to a stop right before striking his friend.

Jak: Daxter?

Then, Jak changed back to his normal form.

Daxter: What the heck was that?! Sheesh, remind me not to get in your face again, I don't think I can take it!...

Then Daxter gave him a friendly tap to the head.

Daxter: Hey, no problem! Why don't you tell me all about it!

Jak: Well, it happened while I was on patrol. I got bit by a crazy Mystian, so I've been recovering from it ever since.

Daxter: Oh.

Jak: I wasn't too sure how to act when you first came here, so I kind of was just acting like I normally did.

Daxter: What you mean by that?

Jak: Well, I did whatever I did when I came back

Daxter jumps on his usual spot on Jak's shoulder. The pair leave the scene together.

Daxter: I, uh, brought you some new shoes!

Jak: They're nice.

Daxter: Don't worry. You can wear them with some shorts or long-sleeved shirts.

Daxter walks off and Jak is left standing there alone.

#jak and daxter #fic #sort of

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missmorosis · 4 years ago

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okay, idea. What if you did a oneshot w sokka and a reader who can sing, and she sings something (maybe la vie en rose) to some kids and he sees and it's just fluff? he's like "since when can you sing?" and stuff and the reader is kinda nonchalant about the whole thing? she's like "since forever why?" you can go from there. Have a good day Friend. Also what are your pronouns, so I know how to address you from here on out?

**this is not the final version!! it didn’t show up in tags, so here’s the actual one, in case you see this and not that lskjdflkjd~

Hello hello! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! This is such a cute idea and I HAD to write it as soon as possible! (hence me writing this in like one day HAHA) Hopefully you enjoy~

Also, my pronouns are she/her! Thanks for asking!!

*Song lyrics are from La Vie en Rose by Edith Piaf, by request!

AHH WARNING: I DID NOT EDIT THIS SO SORRY IF IT MAKES NO SENSE SLDKFJLSDKJF

Sokka walked down the city streets, admiring the setting sun and watching the lights turn on in the distance. His feet crunched autumn leaves, and the breeze blew through his ponytail.

“Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,” a familiar voice sang. He looked around to see where the voice was coming from. Sokka peered through a shop window, and his eyes widened, jaw dropping. Y/N?!

“Voila le portrait sans retouches, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens,” Y/N continued. “Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle l'a tout bas, je vois la vie en rose.”

Sokka was awestruck. She had never sung to him before, so it was all a surprise. He was mesmerized by her voice, unable to look away. She was performing for a small crowd, who seemed like they all felt the same way Sokka did. Their food was half-eaten, glasses half-full, as they all stopped and listened to the singing girl.

“Il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours, et ça m' fait quelque chose... Il est entré dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur, dont je connais la cause.”

Sokka watched as Y/N’s eyes sparkled, facing the crowd. Her voice was full of passion and beauty; he loved it. He loved the way she gripped the microphone, her body slightly swooning to the melody. Her midnight blue dress was flowing around her body as she swayed, and her hair was pulled up into an elegant updo. The spotlight reflected on the rhinestones scattered on Y/N’s dress, causing the dress to seem like it twinkled.

“C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie... Et, dès que je l'aperçois, alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat…”

He watched as Y/N took a breath. He leaned so close against the glass that his breath started fogging it up. He fussed around with his sleeve, trying to clear it up as Y/N continued to sing.

“Des nuits d'amour à plus en finir, un grand bonheur qui prend sa place, les ennuis, les chagrins, s'effacent, heureux, heureux à mourir… Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose… Il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tout les jours, et ça m' fait quelque chose… Il est entré dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur, dont je connais la cause...”

Y/N’s eyes finally wandered to the window Sokka was watching from. Her eyes shone brighter as Sokka waved and gave her a thumbs up. She smiled back, making Sokka’s heart skip a beat.

“C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie… Et, dès que je l'apercois, alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat...”

Sokka exhaled, causing the glass to fog up again. He drew a smiley face, making Y/N laugh. Her voice wavered a bit, but she was quickly able to get back on top of it.

“La la la la, la la la la… La, la, la, la.” She ended the song with a bow and all of the people in the room stood up and applauded her, including Sokka. She made eye contact with him, and he smiled brightly, trying to convey a silent message. You did great! ...I love you…

After Y/N’s gig was over, she quickly rushed out of the door, running into Sokka.

“Sokka!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t even know you came around here!” Her facial features beamed up at him, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Y/N!” He met her with the same amount of enthusiasm, if not more. He gave her a quick hug. “You were fantastic!” The two walked through the nighttime streets together.

“Since when could you sing? Why didn’t you tell me you had such a great voice?” he said, playfully nudging her shoulder with his.

“I’ve been singing for forever, and I never really needed to bring it up,” Y/N shrugged it off.

“Y/N! You could’ve saved our awful karaoke nights. I love Aang, but he can not sing. At all.” Y/N laughed. They continued down the road, walking in comfortable silence.

“You know, you’re really talented,” Sokka said. There was a light blush on Y/N’s cheeks.

“Thanks, but not really. Anyone can do what I do. It’s just singing.” Sokka couldn’t help himself; she was amazing, and she needed to know that. He turned to face her, making eye contact. He held her gaze and put one hand on her warm chin, holding it up.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens: a gaze that makes me lower my own.

“Hey, of course you are! Ask anyone from the audience and they’ll tell you the same thing. Your singing is unbelievable.” She sent a small grateful smile towards him, and Sokka turned back to face ahead of him, continuing to walk.

“Thanks Sokka, you’re the best.” Sokka laughed, quickly glancing at the girl walking alongside him. The laughter quickly died on his lips. She was looking seriously beautiful, the moonlight bouncing off of her face, her eyes gleaming.

Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche: A laugh that is lost on his lips-

“Uh Sokka?” Y/N was looking at him now. He cleared his throat.

“Heh, yeah. Sorry. I know I’m the best.” He tried to brush off the awkwardness with a smirk and a playful comment. He watched Y/N’s gaze look down at his lips, and back up at his eyes. Sokka swallowed and leaned in. He closed his eyes, sensing Y/N doing the same. They met somewhat in the middle with a gentle kiss.

Voila le portrait sans retouches, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens: That is the un-retouched portrait of the man to whom I belong.

AHH okay sooo thoughts?? I really hope yall like it! ALSOO sorry if the ending felt kinda rushed hahaha :)

Feel free to keep sending in requests! I love love love writing for yall!

#sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka x y/n #sokka imagine #sokka #sokka oneshot #atla #atla oneshot #atla imagine #atla x you #atla x y/n #my writing

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antpelts · 4 years ago

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POV for the writing asks? Your choice what for

no excuses writing meme

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

this is delightful yet horrible how could i ever choose! for the sake of relevancy ill go with something from im the rocks. shameless plug. shower scene from chapter 18 - from jareds pov. actually its just.. i basically just rewrote most of ch 18 from jareds pov maybe ill edit this for ao3 later

“Rich gone?”

Jared lifted his head, tearing his eyes off his phone to see Evan in his doorway. He was always so careful about taking his shoes off, about not making a mess. It was equal parts annoying and endearing. He practically lived in Jared and Rich’s room at this point and he was still treating it like a fancy hotel.

“Yup.” He locked his phone, watching as Evan shut the door behind him and paused in the middle of the room, looking like he didn’t know where to go. “Probably making out with his boyfriend.”

“Isn’t Jer with them?” Evan’s voice was still soft and he was still just standing there like a lost puppy. So he had to do everything himself. With a slight roll of his eyes he set his phone down among the blankets while shifting over to offer up some room to Evan. That was all it seemed to take because now he was crossing the room and gently hopping up onto the bed, slotting his body perfectly next to Jared’s own.

“Dude, I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on with that,” Jared couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter - Rich had been prattling on about that situation for weeks and as of late he had no clue who was actually dating who in that mess. With a sigh he just turned his head to bury his face in Evan’s shoulder, he really didn’t care to think about it for the time being.

“Your hair’s greasy.” Jared scoffed a little at that, taking note of how Evan tipped his head back instead of burying his face in his hair like normal. Normal. Well, this whole thing wasn’t very normal of them. Whatever it was.

“You can only be rude if it’s not to me, asshole,” he tried to keep his tone gruff but a breathy laugh slipped out at the end. He knew full well he was the only person who Evan felt comfortable being anything but painfully polite to. “Showering is hard. I didn’t wanna deal with it.”

“Have you.. not showered since you got the cast? That’s like..” Jared could practically hear the gears turning in Evan’s head until he opened his mouth to complete the thought, “two weeks.”

“Fuck dude, I’m not an animal!” Shifting a bit Jared weakly hit Evan’s chest, rolling his eyes to himself. “I kinda just.. wash my hair in the sink. And then like.. half shower. With, like, a wash cloth.”

“You know you can.. wrap your cast right?”

Jared tried not to laugh in his face at that one.

“I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid.” When Evan finally laughed and let his shoulders relax he couldn’t help a triumphant grin. After a second he felt a nose against his hair and it was his turn to practically melt, sinking back against Evan. “Yeah. But then I’d have to like.. balance on my leg and carry all my shit.”

“I can help you.”

Jared couldn’t help but short circuit at that. It was disgustingly intimate and Jared wanted to fucking choke because now his face was red from the thought of Evan gently touching his hair. Years of fleeting dreams about making out with Evan (and maybe a little more) did nothing to prepare him for soft intimacy. But he also felt Evan tensing up under him and they didn’t need to be both thrown into a state of utter uselessness. It came out as nearly a whisper, “alright.”

But Evan didn’t seem to hear, breathing uneven as he stuttered out messy apologies.

“Evan. Fucking hell, earth to Ev.” With a quiet grunt Jared pushed himself up, bracing a hand on Evan’s chest. Sitting up he was able to look down at Evan, drawing his brows together as he looked over his face. He seemed sincere about the offer, if his panicked expression and continued whirlwind of mumbled apologies was anything to go off of.

“I’m so sorry that.. Sorry. Sorry. That was weird and gross I don’t-”

“Dude. I said alright. I mean, like,” Jared directed his gaze anywhere but Evan, feeling his own cheeks warm up a little as he tried to play it off, “like you can carry my shit. And like stand by the shower in case I need you to hand me something.”

“Oh.”

The bathrooms were big enough that he felt like he could play it off and Evan could hide in the corner while offering minimal assistance. Sure, maybe he’d prefer to have Evan with him, to lean back into him. Or.. to kiss his face while they washed each other’s hair. Fuck. Since when had he gotten so fucking soft? This was the shit he roasted Rich for.

“Wanna help me wrap my cast?”

There was no time like the present. Besides, if Evan was going to complain about how greasy his hair was then he’d make him eat those words. Or whatever.

Not to mention he was also a little worried that he wouldn’t be able to work up the nerve later, this conversation already had momentum he didn’t want to stop.

“N..Now?”

Jared just huffed out a sigh as he awkwardly clambered over Evan to slide off the bed, straining to grab his crutches once he made it to the floor.

“You don’t have to do this.” Jared looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as he looked over him. His face was still flushed and he was fidgeting with his hands. Heaving a sigh Jared just leaned to grab his phone and tuck it into his pocket before hobbling away from the bed. “I’ve managed so far.”

“But.. you want to uh..” Jared heard some rustling as Evan practically fell off the bed, stumbling to catch himself. He bit back a fond smile at the absurdity of it all and just dropped down onto the futon as gracefully as he could manage. “I wanna help.”

When Jared looked up Evan was already collecting the few plastic bags they had off the ground and that time he couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Alright,” he said it like a leading question, waiting expectantly as Evan shifted his weight between his feet. He shifted so he could stretch his leg out for easier access and when he saw Evan practically waiting for a command he sighed, “tape is in the top desk drawer.”

Evan grabbed the duct tape and sat on the floor in front of Jared, wrapping up the cast with a sort of practiced ease. Jared’s cast was bigger than what he’d been used to before and he watched Evan scramble, digging around Rich’s side of the room for two extra bags to fully cover it. Once he was done he sat back on his heels, Jared could practically feel the nervousness radiating off of him. “But.. if someone sees us both go into a bathroom they’re gonna think..”

Right. The redness on Evan’s face was almost contagious. Just almost. Because now he was thinking about it too, well sort of, he didn’t care if anyone saw them, he barely knew anyone on the floor but.. The thought of sneaking away to the bathrooms with Evan for something else - that was enough to make him feel a little warm.

“Just wait like.. a minute and then follow me. Dude. No one cares, people do worse shit in those bathrooms. You’ll live.” His words seemed to be convincing enough and Evan was nodding now.

“Okay.. yeah. Alright.” Evan smoothed his palms over his pants before getting to his feet. Jared couldn’t help but feel a little amused by the shakiness in his knees - he’d caused that. Well, maybe. Maybe it was anxiety, knowing Evan. “I’ll just.. I can bring your clothes and shower stuff.. and everything. Yeah. You.. you can go now and I’ll.. I’ll be there in a second.”

“Text me if you change your mind.” Jared was pulling himself back up to his feet, wobbling on his crutches a bit before heading towards the door. Of course he’d give him an out, Evan looked on the verge of passing out and Jared really didn’t want to push whatever it was that they had. He liked kissing Evan. He liked laying with him. He.. liked him. When he managed to get the door open he gave a mock salute before heading into the hall, letting his shoulders slump as soon as he was out of sight.

The whole thing was a spur of the moment mess and in the moment the yearning for that tenderness had fogged everything. Now that he was alone and hobbling into the bathrooms he looked back on it, as he often did. There were so many times over their lives where Jared had jut pushed too far and now he was worried this was another. Huffing out a sigh he ducked into one of the open bathrooms, leaving the door unlocked behind him as he leaned on the wall to send a text.

Jared (6:22 pm): last one on the left Duck (Ev) (6:23 pm): ok coming

That was promising at least. So maybe he wouldn’t get his tender fantasy of washing each other’s hair and feeling soft skin to skin contact - but at least he was getting a proper shower. And Evan wasn’t disgusted with him. Or something like that. Wow, he really was starting to sound like him. They were spending a lot of time together. He shook his head and moved to carefully balance his phone on the sink.

With nothing better to do he ran the water. Hot but not too hot. Evan would probably fret over him cooking himself if he showered with his normal water temperature. His heart stuttered at the thought of Evan fussing over him - he used to find it annoying, he used to call him overbearing, comparing him to his mother. It felt different this time.

Only a few minutes has passed before Evan was practically throwing himself into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. Outrageous. It brought a wide grin to Jared’s face as he shook his head fondly.

“W..What?” Evan seemed to shrink in on himself a bit as he hung up the towel, using the second towel hook to hang Jared’s towel bag. His hands were practically shaking.

“Shh,” Jared barely stifled a laugh as he whispered, “don’t want someone to hear.”

Evan was nodding frantically enough that just watching him could give Jared a headache. Instead he just stifled a laugh, shoulders shaking as he kept his cackling at bay, face scrunching up with pure amusement. Deciding not to waste any more time he just turned around, hiding his expression as it softened into something more fond. There was something oddly cathartic about being able to let some of that softness seep through instead of forcing it under lock and key. Well it wasn’t oddly cathartic. Probably just normal cathartic. The point was that he was just happy he didn’t have to hide.

Tucking his glasses into his shower bag he just leaned his crutches on the wall, awkwardly balancing as he tugged his clothes off. He’d gotten better at the whole process over the last two weeks. Especially considering he’d been alone for Thanksgiving break. He had a slight handle on it all. Enough, at least, to haul himself into the shower and finally get under the spray, blindly reaching for a bottle on shampoo while he let his hair get wet.

Yeah. He needed this.

It only took a minute for Jared to encounter a problem. He didn’t have particularly good balance and with one hand propped up against the wall and one clutching onto his shampoo bottle.. he didn’t really have a way of going about this process. Which left one option. They’d made it this far, he might as well drive it home. Clearing his throat quietly he gave as loud of a whisper as he could manage, “hey.. Ev?”

“Uh.. yeah?” He’d heard Evan’s shoes on the tiles and based on his (blurry) shadow he was on the other side of the curtain.

“Okay, you’ve got me. I’ll admit defeat just this once.” Jared didn’t often make a habit of asking for help, but Evan was the single exception if there ever was one, “could you help me wash my hair? Balancing and opening bottles and blurry vision aren’t my favorite combination.”

“Oh but I..” The words set off some primal fear reaction in Jared, he sort of froze up. The silence was only broken by the sound of water. It was almost deafening. “I don’t.. wanna get my clothes wet.”

Jared swore he could fucking strangle him.

“Well, the great thing about that is that you can take your clothes off to shower.” He managed a quiet laugh because if he didn’t laugh he was probably going to lose it in one way or another. Besides, if that was Evan’s mental block he could try and put that at ease because, “I’ve seen you without clothes before.”

“That.. that was..” Jared squinted a bit, watching as Evan’s shadow fidgeted on the other side of the shower curtain. He held back another laugh, it was probably cruel enough to bring that back up. Losing your swim trunks at the pool definitely wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“I’m already in here and I can’t really do this,” he went with a softer tone this time. The silence stretched on long enough to make Jared second guess everything. Maybe it was an utterly horrible idea. “Ev, it’s fine. I.. you don’t gotta, it’s cool.”

“I.. okay, hold on. Gimme.. a s..sec. I’m fine.”

For once Evan wasn’t pausing, he sounded.. well, as sure of himself as he possibly could. Considering his general aura it was pretty impressive. He heard clothes hitting the ground in a pile and it was suddenly very real and very intimate.

“I.. okay. I’m coming in.”

When the curtain was pulled open Jared was met with the sight of Evan, eyes squeezed shut tightly. He had to laugh. And.. he was wearing boxers? So what, maybe he couldn’t help but spare a glance! It was sort of endearing actually.

“Jesus, are you serious?” Jared moved the smallest bit to the side so Evan could join him. The red in his face was from more than the warm water. Jared breathed out another laugh. “If you slip and die I’ll kill you.”

“That.. that doesn’t,” he was whispering harshly and no one would never know what he was going to say exactly because his voice faltered when Jared settled a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh my god. If you’re not going to open your eyes at least let me help,” his tone was light and airy - stupidly, he kind of felt like he was floating. Slowly, he helped direct Evan to move until he was standing behind him. “Here.”

After some fumbling he was pressing the bottle of shampoo into Evan’s hand, face scrunching up in amusement as he heard Evan struggle to get it open. Once he got the hang of it he was passing the bottle back and Jared gladly took it, head tipping back a bit instinctually.

Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Evan washing his hair. It was different than when he jut played with it while they laid it bed - it made him feel something that was just intense and he couldn’t quite place it or put it into words. It was painfully tender and it made his knees weak. His eyes burned with the threat of tears.. or maybe there was shampoo in his eyes. That was probably it.

Being taken care of was.. nice. Maybe he’d let it happen a little more often.

#insanelycooljk #deh #moss.txt #fic #kleinsen #this took so long im sorry lol

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mikaa-mina · 4 years ago

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At Garden’s Edge Chapter 4- Chapter 4: I know I only buy plants I end up killing from you, but we’re friends right? Delightful. So. I had a terrible awful day and-

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At Garden’s Edge

Chapter 4- I know I only buy plants I end up killing from you, but we’re friends right? Delightful. So. I had a terrible awful day and-

The next time Aziraphale saw him was not because of a dead plant, though the poor thing was looking rather dicey the last time he had checked in on it, but because he’d had a rotten day. Followed by a terrible night, only to wake up even more peeved the next day after being unable to sleep more than fitfully. Memories of that awful day buzzed around in his head incessantly only making his mood curdle even more.

He’d had some more than unpleasant intruders that had barged in, souring a rare book deal he’d spent months setting up, and kicked up a sizable fuss about matters Aziraphale has less than no desire to revisit, and the whole exchange had left him rather vexed.

Tracy, a lovely woman with a quick wit, was away on her honeymoon and as a new (if you count five months as new) resident of Soho and perhaps a bit of a recluse, his only other friend in the city (excluding book dealers of whom he had no wish to talk to as he was currently) was Crowley. Crowley was also possibly the only other person who might be awake at this hour. He did run a flower shop after all.

It's not until Aziraphale is juggling two hot disposable cups into one hand/arm to pull open the door to the flower shop only to be met with locked resistance that he realizes he doesn't actually know what time the flower shop opens at. It had just always been open any time he came by so he assumed... well, hm.

Looking at the unfamiliar door, unfamiliar in that he'd only really ever saw it propped open and never closed, he looked for any sign of hours. There was a window in the middle of the top half of a door with a sign that simply said "closed" without offering anything else.

Aziraphale frowned.

Well. Perhaps he was setting up but not quite open and wouldn't mind a coffee to start his morning. Mind made up, he knocked on the door "Crowley? It's me, Aziraphale."

It was just as his eyes caught sight of the white etched words on the window "closed Mondays and at 6pm" what no opening time? that the door flung open forcing him into a hurried two step side step maneuver to keep from having his nose unbeautifully bashed in.

Still juggling the cups and his balance he was further unprepared to look up and see Crowley in quite the state. For one, his sunglasses were jammed haphazardly onto his face, and for another he looked rather spooked, body language tense as if preparing for something terrible. Being so close Aziraphale could see Crowley’s pulse hammering in his throat and that new information had his gaze snapping back up to his face. It’d been a while but he’d seen that posturing before.

Putting on his most charming smile Aziraphale politely ignored the panic Crowley was shoving down, and the way his body was teetering on the edge of the fight from his fight or flight response. Aziraphale would have taken a step back to give him some breathing room if he hadn’t thought that it would spook the dear even more. Instead, smile still intact even as he took in other details he had overlooked, a small white cord painted to match the door frame it sat against, shoulders squared and braced for impact, arm out of view likely holding some kind of weapon, he said “good morning Crowley. I brought coffee.”

Crowley blinked, adrenaline rushing out of his body evident through the sagging of his shoulders and spine. Something softly clunked against the marble floor out of Aziraphale’s sight, most likely wooden from the sound it made against the ground.

“Ah- I- you- ngk,” Crowley drug a hand down his face, weariness evident in every line of his body. “C’mon in,” he finally settled on, moving out of the way for him to come in.

Aziraphale smiled brightly at that. “Thank you dear. I’m afraid I’ve come before the shop opened, haven’t I?” He politely ignored the baseball bat laying on the floor beside the door instead focusing on other details he failed to notice before and realized Crowley was in a pair of black silk pajama bottoms with a hoodie hastily shoved on. “Oh, oh my, I’m terribly sorry. I’ve interrupted your sleep haven’t I?”

Before Aziraphale could fret too badly about showing up not only unannounced and before the shop opened, but also intruding during when he was clearly sleeping, Crowley waved him off. “Nah- I mean yeah, but I should get up soon anyways for the shop.” He paused after re-locking the front door and peered through the gaps in the shutters over the large windows in the front of the shop and grumbled seemingly to himself, “what time is it anyways?”

“Ah.” Whoops.

Crowley turned rather slowly to face him, the exaggerated movement something like a horror flick would have.

“Well, hm, well it’s probably around,” what wouldn’t be too much of a stretch? He got up around 4 but the cafe didn’t open until 7am and it probably took him about five for the non-existent line and another twenty to get here so, “quarter to eight?”

“Ughhhhhh,” Crowley let both hands drag down his face, knocking his glasses askew until he caught them as they slid off his face.

As cheerfully and encouragingly as he could Aziraphale reminded him, “I brought you coffee!”

“Alright, alright,” Crowley gave in and before opening his eyes he replaced the sunglasses on his face. “Let me just -yawn- get us some chairs. Here, follow me.”

Aziraphale followed him to the back of the shop where the cash register was and waited by the counter on the stool Crowley had pulled from behind it for Aziraphale while the man disappeared into the back room of the shop.

He returned with a wheeled chair he then plopped down into with another yawn but shot Aziraphale a grin before he could apologize. “You said there was coffee?

“Oh, yes. Yes of course, here you go my dear.”

Crowley paused for a moment when taking the coffee from Aziraphale and for a moment he worried that perhaps he should have gotten him tea or something else. But then Crowley gave him a grateful smile and sat back in his seat, cradling the coffee between both hands as he brought it up to his face to take a deep breath.

“Mm.. Smells like... plain black coffee?” He raised his eyebrows in question.

“Yes. Oh, should I have perhaps added cream or sugar? Only I didn’t know how you took it and figured if you liked it sweeter you’d have sugar but mayhaps I should have grabbed some of those packets...”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He took a deep drink, settling back as it warmed him up from the inside out, “s’good. It’ll wake me up.”

After watching him for a moment longer and determining that he did indeed mean that, Aziraphale allowed himself to relax as much as possible on the stool and enjoy his hot tea.

“So how come you brought me coffee?” Crowley asked after a moment before hastily tacking on a “not that I don’t appreciate it! I do. Just, uh, well, why?”

“Oh, well,” suddenly Aziraphale was unsure. It was one thing to come by right at opening and offer coffee with a smile and then ease into a chat about their week and quite another to have woken someone up from their sleep just to complain about your day.

Crowley looked up at him again, long spindly fingers wrapped snugly around his paper cup, looking all for the world like a snake basking in its heat what with the way his whole body curled around it, hoodie and all. One leg was folded up under him entirely while the other was propped up, foot on the cushion, knee nearly to his chin, like a man who clearly didn’t know how to sit properly in a chair.

“Oh?” He looked suddenly more interested and curious, “is it something embarrassing?”

“Ah, well, not exactly,” Aziraphale floundered for a moment, “more of, I wouldn’t have woken you up for it.”

“Pssh, not like I’m going back to sleep now. M’already awake.”

Yes, Aziraphale privately agreed, after the adrenaline kick he had got it would be rather hard to get back to sleep now.

“C’mon, you can tell me.” Crowley grinned and Aziraphale gave in with a sigh as if this wasn’t what he had wanted to do all along anyway.

“Oh, alright. It’s not terribly interesting I was just... most vexed.”

“Oh?” Already Crowley was leaning forward in his chair like he actually cared what Aziraphale was going to say. Well. Who was he to deny him now?

“Yesterday,” he started, resolved to tell the tale now and gain a sympathetic ear to be upset together with, “I had the most rude and inconsiderate guests who didn’t even come by for my services! They came in just to disrupt everything, taking up my time and just generally being a nuisance and worst of all, worst of all, they scared away Mr. Dulaney!”

“Mr. Dulaney?”

“He’s this, well, rather... difficult rare book trader.”

“Difficult,” Crowley repeated with a small smirk growing on his lips before he raised the cup to his lips for a drink.

“Yes, difficult. He’s more than reticent to part with any book and in particular he has this first edition misprint of the bible, they call it the Wicked Bible this particular misprint, and I’ve been wearing him down for-”

“I’m sorry, the what bible!?”

Aziraphale sighed, wanting to get to the good bits of his story already but relented, not all that unwillingly he found, at the sight of Crowley delightedly surprised.

“The Wicked Bible, for it’s misprint, it omitted the word ‘not’ in the commandment ‘thou shalt not commit adultery’.”

“No kidding,” Crowley breathed with fiendish delight.

Aziraphale couldn’t quite fight back the grin as he added, “there’s a fair amount of bibles all with different misprints, some as amusing as that one.” And then, since Crowley looked so interested and curious, Aziraphale launched into a long spiel about the different bible misprints and then on how a rare few misprints were due to mischief. Then that topic wound into how the monks who transcribed things before the printing press came along would often write in the margins revealing just how bored, mischievous, and scandalous some of them were which led into a conversation about the delights of illuminated manuscripts, even the ones without too much of the delightful commentary from monks.

By the time Aziraphale finally got back to his original story, with a not-so-quick detour about various frustrating, yet humorous in hindsight, interactions with the Mr. Dulaney, the sun was hot and bright in the sky.

When Aziraphale finally bid goodbye so Crowley could get changed and open up the shop, nearly the whole shop floor was basking in the bright warmth of the morning sun streaming in through the sky lights. Aziraphale felt lighter than he had in days, and almost as bright as the shop, glowing as he left with a smile on his face. He even found it easier to deal with rude customers that wrongly assumed his shop was a bookshop in the sense that he would ever sell his books.

Perhaps he would bring Crowley a coffee early one morning again. Though this time he’d respectfully wait until Crowley opened up his shop for the morning.

....wait.

When did he open the shop?

Fiddlesticks!

Alternatively Titled: I had a bad day, please let me tell you all about it oh no, so sorry, didn’t mean to expose your anxiety and paranoia

#Good Omens #Good Omens Fanfic #Good Omens fic #Ineffable Husbands #Crowley #Aziraphale #Just Ineffable #gomens fic #At Garden's Edge #My writing #Multi Chapter Story #Multi Chapter Fic #Humor #Comedy #also on ao3 #Beta read by Tarek_giverofcookies

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itsclydebitches · 5 years ago

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Lovely Good Omens fandom! Many of you have asked for/mentioned having a text version of the Yelp reviews, which if I were a better person I would have remembered to include in the first place. Better late than never? So here’s a version below and I also threw this up on AO3 so there are options. For the record, I’m not at all trained in transcribing visual media, so if anyone wants to add to/edit/do whatever to this post, especially to make it more accessible, you have carte blanche to do so 👍

Also I typed this up in a hurry so, as always, apologies for any typos.

Tagging: @lethargicdolphin, @marithlizard, @pearwaldorf

A.Z. Fell and Co. Antiquarian and Unusual Books

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Lindsay F.

London, United Kingdom

71 friends

3000 reviews

9874 photos

So I slipped into this place because I spotted my ex across the street and would have rather chugged a cocktail of bleach, lighter fluid, and a condensed solution of all my middle school years then talk to that asshole. Owner was on me the second I walked through the door and I thought he was gonna be one of those ‘Either buy something or get out’ types. Nah. I spilled the story, said I really wasn’t looking to purchase anything, and he LIT UP like nobody’s business. He gave me tea and promised I’d never run into my ex again. Which is a super sketchy promise on its own and also should have been hilarious coming from a guy a century behind in style.

...Kinda believed him though.

Marina G.

London, United Kingdom

0 friends

33 reviews

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Pretty sure this guy wants a library, not a bookshop. I mean, he’s nice and all when you first come in, but trying to actually buy a book? Good fucking luck. He’s too busy to see you right now (for the record he’s super bad at pretending to be busy). Or claims that this book has already been put on reserve (then why wasn’t it in the reserve pile...?). Or the price suddenly jumped an obscene amount. Or he just straight up hems and haws until you get fed up and leave. I watched him pull a novel straight out of a woman’s hands once when she claimed that price was no object and she wouldn’t be leaving the store until she’d purchased it. You’d think she was trying to kidnap one of the guy’s kids!

So yeah. Feel like popping in to browse, maybe take pictures for your research, all while making quiet conversation with someone who quite frankly knows his stuff? This is the place for you. Want to actually buy something? Go elsewhere. Pretty sure Fell doesn’t even own a cash register. At least I’ve never seen one.

He wants a library and I’d honestly tell him as much if he didn’t scare me just a little bit...

Aaron S.

New York, NY

68 friends

212 reviews

337 photos

I stayed here for three days once. Found a bathroom off the romance section and a chair hidden away in the back. Way comfier than my mattress at home. Mostly played iPhone games and kept real quiet at night. Experiment ended when I popped out for breakfast and didn’t make it back before a random 10:00am closing. Don’t think the owner ever realized what was up.

Hana S.

London, United Kingdom

112 friends

115 reviews

208 photos

I really love this place. I’ve been coming here since I moved to London, about twelve years ago, and it’s one of the most soothing bookstores I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. Yeah, you hear talk of weird things going on at Fell’s, but really? We could all do with a bit more quirky in our lives. And Fell provides that in spades: Annual plants that never seem to wither, let alone die. The smell of incense mixing with cocoa. Strange books tucked horizontally into the shelves, feeling like they have a touch of magic to them. Nonsensical conversations taking place in dark corners (I’m talking candid chats about the apocalypse and whether angels could actually bless all the rains down in Africa. I swear Fell and his boyfriend are the religion Mythbusters or something.) I’m going to sound like a total nerd here for a moment, but it feels like some sort of liminal space. You know when you were a kid and you were just desperate to receive your Hogwarts letter? Or find your own wardrobe to Narnia? That’s what walking into Fell’s feels like. Like you’ve finally found that portal and can stay as long as you like, provided you don’t try to take anything back with you into the ‘real’ world. Hell, maybe that’s why he won’t let anyone buy his books.

Robert T.

Union City, CA

4 friends

26 reviews

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There’s a snake?? In this shop?? A reALLY MASSIVE SNAKE????? What are y’all doing talkin’ about your meet cutes and shit someone call pest control!

Malini D.

London, United Kingdom

0 friends

48 reviews

99 photos

I’m not gonna pretend I have anything to say about whether this is a good bookstore or not, but if you ever want knitting help you should definitely stop by. Mr. Fell knows an absurd amount about crafts for a guy who looks like my grandpa and he’s now replaced Youtube as my go-to for alleviating “Omg please fix this how the hell did I manage to reverse the pattern??” panic. For the record, I didn’t just wander up to a random bookseller one day and demand that he help me salvage the ruins of my first sweater. I’d taken a seat inside to wait out a storm, had my messy sleeve stuffed into my purse, and he’d offered the help. Bit of a bastard about things like gauge and color--not everyone wants to wear tartan, dude--but you get used to that. He means well. Said I should come back to show him the finished piece, which I did. Things just kind of spiraled from there. He’s an absolute treasure trove of knowledge once you get him talking and a muffin to boot. If he were twenty years younger and in any way straight I would have asked him out in a heartbeat. As it is I’m considering setting him up with Grandpa.

Tiffany L.

London, United Kingdom

132 friends

312 reviews

34 photos

I’m not really a book person myself but I followed my wife in with our seventh-month old and was kinda embarrassed when he started making a fuss. Normally I’m full Badass Mom mode while in public--I’ve got a kid to feed, change, sooth, and you all can damn well deal with it--but this place was so quiet Liam seemed extra loud in comparison. I was about to take him back out when a man appeared out of nowhere. The owner I guess, based on how some of these other reviews describe him. Older gentleman with clothes out of some period piece. Anyway, he scoops Liam into his arms like he was born for it and started bouncing. Our fussy, temperamental, drama queen Liam settled in an instant and my wife got to browse to her heart’s content. I don’t know how he did it, but that man is an absolute angel. Full stars for that moment alone.

Gillian L.

The Hague, The Netherlands

283 friends

256 reviews

60 photos

Anyone know if the old Bentley parked out front is for sale?

Update: It’s really, really, really not

Billy H.

Austen, TX

40 friends

2073 reviews

774 photos

QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS SO MANY QUEER BOOKS!!!

Gabriela G.

London, United Kingdom

3 friends

22 reviews

1 photos

Run by this delightfully frumpy guy who sometimes hands out biscuits from a sewing tin like my gran used to. He asked me if I was looking for anything in particular and I told him my name was Jared, I was 19, but sadly I’d never learned how to read. I have NEVER seen a man more confused in my life. 10/10 would meme him again.

Colie A.

Enola, PA

201 friends

2778 reviews

10382 photos

I’m setting the record straight here since there are a bunch of reviews claiming it’s just London folklore: there is a snake at A.Z. Fell’s. Must be an exotic pet he usually keeps upstairs because I’ve only ever seen it twice. Is it big? Yes. Scary? Fuck yes, but I’ve never seen it do anything more than give a warning hiss at this drunk who wandered in and started yelling. (Are snakes good guard dogs? This one is.) The other time he was just chilling on top of one of the shelves. Snoozing, I guess. I asked Mr. Fell if I could pet him and he said maybe after he woke up, but then I had to get to class and all.

Afraid of snakes? Steer clear. Otherwise I’d really recommend popping in and seeing if he’s around. Idk, maybe I’m just a snake fan but he looks super sweet and chill. Life is short. Boop the snake snoot.

Jeremy W.

London, United Kingdom

86 friends

409 reviews

12 photos

I live down the street from A.Z. Fell’s and let me tell you, this place is spooky as fuck. All sorts of weird lights and noises coming from it. At all times of the day and night too. Either this bowtie wearing bookworm has one crazy sex life or the place is haunted. Jury’s out on which.

Heather Ki.

London, United Kingdom

0 friends

3852 reviews

1 photos

This shop smells. Not that old book smell either, oh no, but like something is molding. I took my little Johnny in here to try and get him interested in something other than those damned video games and I walk into what smells like a whole cloud of toxic mold! My boy has a weak constitution as it is and if he comes down with anything I will be pressing charges, you mark my words.

Jo. W.

London, United Kingdom

32 friends

410 reviews

61 photos

Hey, does anyone want to talk about the fact that this place burned down last month? As in, completely up in flames, I saw it happen, nothing but a smoking husk afterwards? Does no one else remember this??

Tiggi N.

London, United Kingdom

32 friends

33 reviews

24 photos

Has anyone read this guy’s opening hours? I included a photo above: “I open the shop on most days about 9:30AM perhaps 10:AM. While occasionally I have opened the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1.” Absolutely insane. This guy’s a madman and I love him. If anyone actually manages to get into this place please let me know because I need to shake Fell’s hand.

Mackenzie J.

City Centre, Manchester, United Kingdom

807 friends

2592 reviews

13218 photos

I told my girlfriend this shop’s got a snake named Anthony and she didn’t believe me. Going back for proof next week.

Update: got the snake selfie!!!!!!!!

Penny O.

Chicago, IL

87 friends

557 reviews

16 photos

Caught the owner snogging some hot twink behind the cookbooks. Well done, my dude.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #air conditioning #good omens fic

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scaredofthebasement-blog · 5 years ago

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When Love Walks In - Chpt 20

Chpt 20 – Alex Calls Out Auston for his Playboy Ways and They Have a Heart to Heart

(Please note that I made a few major edits.)

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Alex pulls up the chair to sit next to her brother on his left-hand bedside. She has to laugh when Auston raises his eyebrows at her, perplexed by why she’s fussing; inching her chair closer and closer to him.

“What?! I’m just trying to get as close to you as possible without actually getting in the bed with you. I don’t want anyone to hear what I’m saying”, She explains recognizing how silly it appears.

Auston shakes his head, thinking, So much drama. Frig! It’s like my life’s become a freakin’ soap opera.

Alex leans into Auston and whispers, “Oz! Hey!”

He turns toward her all dramatic-like as if he’s in a soap opera and mouths, Whaaa?

“Would you care to explain to me what the heck you’ve been doing? Frig, I leave you alone for a few hours, and you’re pouring on the charm for BOTH of your doctors?! Please don’t tell me you’re making moves on them. Have you fallen for Dr Wright too?”

Auston rolls his eyes dramatically and writes, “NO!!!!!”

Then what happened when I was gone that made her so…uhm…I don’t know, different?

“I was drawing emojis.”

“Okay? And...?”

He quickly draws, Mic Drop, No Clue and Bored Out of My Mind.

Oh! Alright, then. Those ARE pretty funny. I forgot you know how to do those. Ha! I love that ‘Bored’ one best. Funny! Good for you Oz! They both deserve a good laugh.”

Auston agrees, writing, “Yeah, it was fun watching Dr Wright’s reaction. Never seen her like that. She’s usually so serious. Very kind, great at her job, but she can be pretty intense. So it was a rush watching her walls come down.”

“Not to mention she’s pretty beautiful. Am I right? Huh? Auston?” She pokes.

“I’m not interested in her at all!” Auston writes in frustration.

“Okay! Sorry! Take a chill pill. But don’t try and tell me you’re not interested in Dr Quinn, cause I’m not an idiot.”

Auston blushes and rolls his eyes at her as he writes sarcastically, “Yeah, you got me, Detective. You should work for the NYPD, Alex.”

“Thanks. I’ll look into that. Law and Order, Special Doofus Unit”, She jokes.

Auston has to laugh at that one. He writes with a smirk, “Clever, I’ll give you that.”

Alex laughs, proud of herself for impressing her brother.

“Did Dr Quinn like your emojis too, Auston?” She teases.

Auston rolls his eyes. “As a matter of fact, Dr Q has seen me draw them before. She thought they were pretty funny. I now use them to tease her. She pretends to not be amused, which as far as I’m concerned adds to my amusement. They were both fun to watch cause it took them by surprise.”

“Yeah, I don’t imagine many patients can draw like that or would draw emojis for their doctors”, Alex laughs at the idea.

Auston adds, “I wish you were here to see it. BTW why were you so late coming this morning? You missed a lot of information, and now Dr Q’s going to have to repeat it all. But I suppose that’ll make her stay longer today, so I guess a ‘thanks’ is in order.”

“Well, as a matter of fact, Auston, I was finishing up that lovely job you gave me”, Alex says with disdain.

“Oh...”, Auston writes, pursing his mouth, regretting he even asked. He’s cautious as he detects annoyance in her voice. He thinks, Oh, Oh. This ain't gonna be good.

“Yes! I finally got through all your freakin’ social media, and you actually owe me TWO HUGE-ASS MANSIONS, definitely some KICK-ASS THERAPY and a month at a FULL-SERVICE SPA. Shit, Auston! You’re a dirty boy!” She speaks quietly but with a harsh tone.

“Yeah, I know”, he writes sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, Alex. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you might see on my phone, and I’m actually very embarrassed. I don’t like thinking about that ‘old me’, cause I’m not that person anymore.”

“Since when? And why?” Alex asks.

“Since being in here. I’ve had time to reflect and can see that I got caught up in an exciting playboy lifestyle that worked for my need to be selfish in order to pursue my career goals. But I don’t want that life anymore and I don’t want to be that person anymore.”

“Oh?” Alex questions.

“I want to be in a committed and mature relationship with Dr Quinn, even if I have to sacrifice some time spent on my career goals. I want Quinn. I want a relationship of substance with Quinn. I want a ‘normalish’ life with Quinn.”

Alex unloads, “Well, I’m very glad that you have resolved to change your ways, Auston, cause I had a whole lecture that I was gonna throw at you just now. I’ll spare you most of it but need you to know this: I love you dearly, but I won’t permit you to subject Dr Quinn to any of that cheap-ass shit you were engaged in with other women prior to your accident. If you even consider pursuing it with her, I’ll talk to Mom and Dad, and I’ll warn Dr Quinn. She deserves THE VERY BEST man in her life and from what my eyes witnessed, sorting through your texts and such, YOU have been VERY far from ‘BEST’; more-like, ‘Best Asshole’. I know why you initially went the route of being a ‘player’, ‘wheeler’, ‘hooking up,’ whatever you want to call it. I get it. It made sense back then. But that’s a life of absolute zero substance and completely shallow. Dr Quinn deserves substance and frankly at this point in your life, so do you.”

“I know! Trust me! I know that now!” Auston pleads.

“I really hope you do, Oz. You’re an amazing guy. You have so much to offer a woman and a relationship, and it would be a real waste if you keep up those shallow ways just because you live life in the fast lane. It’s time to move on and be a real man.”

“Alex. I get it. You’re 1000% right, and you don’t have to talk to Mom, Dad or Quinn because I can assure you, I am not the same person I was before my accident.”

“Go ahead, Auston. I’m listening…or reading, I should say.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if it’s because I almost died or because I finally took a beat to reflect but I’ve realized I’ve become a man in the last few years. Or maybe Quinn has made me want to be a better man to be with her? It could be a combination of all three. But I can assure you, every cell in my body wants to be the very best man that I can for her. To me, she is the most amazing person I’ve ever met. She thrills me. I can’t get enough of her. She means everything to me. I want to bring the same amount of joy to her as she brings to me”, He rationalizes.

“Okay. Good. And, Wow Oz! I really want to believe you will change, but it’s hard to break bad habits.”

Auston is determined to convince Alex he’s changed. “Let me put it this way, if I find out that someone with the ‘old me agenda’ is, or has moved on Quinn, (and I honestly can’t even let myself consider that possibility because it’s too upsetting), after I’m done taking care of that asshat, he will be in desperate need of another doctor. Do you get my drift? I know how I was, and I will never be that way again. I won’t tolerate anyone treating Quinn like a consumable, let alone me.”

“Okay, Oz, but please don’t go doing anything stupid to anyone. I’m very glad that you see the light”, Alex warns.

“Alex, I’ve never felt like this about anyone before Quinn. I’m absolutely bat-shit crazy about her. It’s like she’s heroin and I’m addicted. I’m a puddle when she’s around and a wreck when she’s not. I’m embarrassed to tell you that with the very best of intentions, I have done some desperate shit to get her to spend time with me.”

“No! Auston! What desperate shit did you do?” Alex panics.

“Well, for one thing, I almost died; but first I made her cry”, Auston confesses.

“What?! The hell?! Oz! What are you talking about you almost died? Again?! And you made Dr Quinn cry?! Are you crazy?!”

“Yes, Alex, I am crazy! Apparently, certifiable! I’m sorry to say; I did both. I was completely distraught after not seeing Quinn all last week. Then yesterday, she made it seem like she was going to be too busy to see me much this week, and it’s my last week here! Plus she started dating a fucking doctor-god last week! I call him Dr McDreamy cause from what I can gather from my research; he’s all that and then some.”

“Oh, no! Really?”

“Frig! It pisses me off royally! Quinn hasn’t dated since dinosaurs last roamed the earth, but she decides to take up with a fucking doctor when I arrive on the scene”, Auston laments.

“Oh, boy! That’s not good”, Alex reasons.

“Yeah, and BTW, Alex, you’re comments are not helping.” Auston points out, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry! But neither are yours! ‘Almost died’ and ‘made my doctor cry’. Shit! What a freaking mess, Auston! What did you do? Specifically!” Alex snaps back.

“I made her upset by making her think I doubted her promise to be there for me for the rest of my recovery. I also accused her of abandoning me last week”, Auston confesses.

“Auston! No!” Alex freaks.

“Yes!” He takes in a deep breath and sighs. “Oh God, Alex! I know! I’m such a mess! But I needed to remind her of her purpose for being a doctor in the first place - to be there for her patients. You know? For people like Josh. So she’d be there for me.”

“Oh Auston, that’s some off-base shit right there. She IS there for her patients! She’s been incredibly dedicated to you! To Mom, Dad, Bre and Me. 24 freaking 7, Auston! Last week, she didn’t even know you were struggling cause Dr Wright didn’t tell her. She had a medical conference to attend, and she had meetings. She checked up on you every day with Dr Wright. And tell me you did NOT bring up Josh’s name. Did you?!”

“No! I could never be that cruel! I know she’s been there for me. I just wanted her to come around this week so we could develop a relationship. Otherwise, she was going to be spread too thin. I needed to make sure I got a chance to find my way into her heart”, Auston explains as his heart pounds and his blood pressure rises.

“I know, but still, that was selfish and entitled behaviour, Auston”, Alex lashes out.

“I know it seems that way. I just didn’t feel like I had any other option since I go home next week. I saw a chance, and I took it. It devasted me to hurt her like that, and I ended up getting so upset that I choked on my congestion. I couldn’t breathe, so she had to suction me. It was scary as hell, Alex”, Auston tries to make her understand.

“Auston! Oh, my God! I don’t even know what to say right now”, Alex blurts out in frustration.

As Alex sorts through all the information Auston has spilt on her, Auston sits, staring down at his hands, feeling anguish; conflicted and berating himself for being selfish.

After what seems like forever of nothing, Alex blurts out, “Not cool, Oz! So not cool! Frig! What if Mom and Dad find out?”

Auston nods in agreement and immediately falls apart. He is distraught. Tears start to flow down his face.

He starts coughing.

Oh shit, here I go again!

Alex sees what’s happening and tries to do damage control. She jumps up from her chair and pulls Auston into her arms. Alex whispers in his ear as she rubs his back to comfort him. She knows she was too hard on him in his vulnerable condition. She’s upset with herself.

Alex desperately attempts to calm him, “Hey, Hey, Hey! Oz! Shhhh. It’s okay. I’m sorry for being so harsh. You’ve been through so much. My words were severe. No one knows what it’s like to walk in your shoes. But I can understand. When I think about it, I absolutely understand. No need to cry, Oz. I completely understand why you did what you did. You were desperate. I get it. Anyone in your situation would feel the need to do what you did. It’s all good now. Dr Quinn’s good. You saw her earlier this morning. She seemed really good. Please calm yourself down, so you don’t choke. Please, Oz. Get yourself together, okay? I support you. I want what you want. I want her for you too. It was worth it, Oz. I can see that. What other choice did you have? Please suck it up, Oz. Swallow. Take relaxing breaths. Okay?” She pulls away to let him catch his breath and reaches for tissues to try to dry his face. He grabs hold of her arm so she won’t leave him.

Auston continues to cough. He swallows. He keeps coughing. He keeps swallowing. He squirms as he tries to gain control and feels like if given a bit more time, he will be okay. But when he starts to choke and wheeze, Alex sounds the alarm.

“Jacqui! Nurse! Doctor! Auston’s choking! Help! Hurry!” She yells.

Auston is disappointed. He really thought he could get it under control without the need for the Suction. He wants to be able to master his secretions.

Jacqui is at Auston’s side in seconds. She assesses the situation and grabs the Suction as Alex tries to move out of the way as best she can with Auston’s death grip on her arm.

Auston extends his free hand out in front of him to signal for Jacqui to stop and shakes his head ‘no’. He wants more time. ‘No suction yet’ is his clear message.

Jacqui stands down, watching as Auston continues to cough and wheeze. They both encourage him to relax, focus on drawing in breath and coughing.

It takes about 30 seconds until Auston has caught his breath; for all three of them, it feels like an eternity.

Jacqui tells him she’ll stay in the room until he feels confident that he’s got things under control.

“What brought that on?” She asks Alex.

“He was upset about something we were talking about”, Alex explains.

“Oh, I see. Well, maybe you could change the subject to something a little cheerier. But at the same time, getting upset is bound to happen, and this is a great opportunity to learn how to manage the secretions – which you did! You actually did great Auston! Really impressive; you managed to stay calm, and you fought through it. You’re showing great progress, and that’s what this week is about”, Jacqui points out.

Auston nods with a smile. He is happy with what he just did there.

“You okay now, Auston?” Jacqui asks.

Auston nods and gives a smile and thumbs up.

“Then can I have my arm back bro?” Alex begs with a relieved giggle.

Auston lets go of Alex’s arm and holds out his hand for some tissues to wipe his face.

So since you feel comfortable now, I can step out and leave you two alone for a few more minutes as it’s almost time for Dr Quinn to come and oversee the 11 am procedures. Great job, Auston! You too Alex!”

Auston gives Jacqui the thumbs up, and mouths ‘thank you.’

“Yes, thank you so much, Jacqui!” Alex calls out.

Auston grabs the board and marker that Alex picks up off the floor for him. He writes, “Thanks, Alex. Sorry you had to see that. It’s scary when it happens, but I felt confident that I had it under control.”

“Ha! Yeah, Bam Bam, you’re vulture grip on my arm made me feel really confident too”, She teases. “Seriously though, it’s upsetting but you did a great job and I’m sorry I distressed you.”

Auston writes, “It’s ok. I know Dr Quinn will be here shortly so I want to tell you privately, that it may sound bad, but I’m glad I did what I did because I got Quinn to commit to coming to see me every day this week for Talk Therapy.”

“I thought she already was doing Therapy with you? You told Mom and Dad that she was.”

“Yeah, I know. I lied about that. Please don’t tell Mom and Dad! I just needed them to leave me alone with Dr Quinn, but they wouldn’t let go of the therapy issue. I told you, Alex, she’s like an addiction! I would do anything to be alone with her. I needed a chance for her to get to know me.”

“I understand why you can’t tell Dr Quinn how you feel right now. She’d have to stop being your doctor. She would never abuse or risk her position by allowing an obvious attraction. You can’t go losing her as your doctor. You need to be careful.”

“Exactly! I want Dr Quinn to work with me cause she’s the only one who could possibly resurrect my voice. The good thing is she wants to work with me cause I represent her ‘dead boyfriend’ and winning the ‘Stanley Cup’.”

“Auston! Hold the phone! Surprisingly, I get the reference to ‘her dead boyfriend,’ being Josh, but you’ve lost me at ‘winning the Stanley Cup’?! What the hell are you talking about?!”

“She told me that for her, saving my life was like making the Cup Finals and that restoring my voice would be like winning the Stanley Cup.”

Alex points out, “Well, if anyone could relate to an analogy like that it would be you.”

“I know, right?! And how can I deny her the chance to win a ‘Stanley Cup’?” He jokes.

“Ha! Yeah, you’re so selfless, Auston”, Alex mocks.

“Yeah, I know. So now we’re playing games. I’m playing ‘Avoid the Danger Zone’, and she’s playing, ‘Ignore the Elephant in the Room.’

“Neither sound very fun, Oz.” Alex adds, dryly.

“Honestly Alex, worst games ever! I’m pretty sure I’m losing my game, where I try to hide how I feel about her, so she doesn’t have to stop being my doctor. But I’m making out okay so far because she’s acing her game; where she absolutely refuses to acknowledge to herself that I’m interested in her.”

“Do you really think she knows how you feel about her?” Alex asks.

“Yeah. I think she must have picked up on some clues; subconsciously anyway. She’s brilliant so I don’t know how she could miss them. But she’s also either really good at making it look like she doesn’t know or in fact doesn’t know. I’m at a loss, really.”

“Do you think she likes you?” Alex asks.

“Well, yesterday, she accidentally told me that she liked me”, Auston reveals with a blush.

“What?!” Alex gasps, excitedly.

“Yeah. Dr Quinn let it slip in a conversation saying, ‘so that’s why I like you so much’”, Auston can’t help but smile.

“No way!” Alex freaks.

“Hey! Don’t act so surprised!” Auston jokes.

“Ha! Sorry! I’m just really happy for you. What did YOU say?” Alex asks.

“I teased her in a light, friend-like way, cause I don’t want to force her hand. But it could be that’s how she meant it. I’m not quite sure if she’s interested in me as more than a friend or just someone that thinks, ‘I’m a wonderful person’”, Auston explains.

“She said ‘you’re a wonderful person?!’” Alex jumps.

“Yeah. But I swear if you’d been there, you wouldn’t know how to take it. She brushed it off as something anyone would think if they knew me. Honestly, Alex, it all seems like a mind game that I’m sure she doesn’t even know she’s playing. She just won’t go there; won’t let herself acknowledge it.”

“Cause then she’d have to do something about it. Right? She’s smart”, Alex reasons.

“Yup. That she is for sure and very stubborn about pursuing her goals.”

“Sounds like someone else I know”, Alex points out.

“Huh? I’m not stubborn like Quinn”, Auston denies.

“Oh, you think? You’re kidding, right?” Alex calls him out.

Auston considers the idea and then concedes, “Yeah. You’re probably right. Ha! I suppose we are similar in that. We’re like dogs with a bone.”

“Probably one of the reasons why you like her so much”, Alex guesses.

“Love”, Auston corrects her.

“Oh, sorry. “Love” her so much”, Alex exaggerates, rolling her eyes but secretly thrilled.

“Got to call it what it is, Sis. I’ve never been in love before so when you’re in it, it’s a big deal”, Auston informs her.

“But she’s dating, huh? That’s a big problem, Oz”, Alex points out.

“Yeah. I’m assuming this Doctor McDreamy’s my direct competition. So that’s what forced me to challenge her; so I could set up another game that I’m calling, ‘Day by Freaking Day’.

“Wow! Oz! Worst game title ever!” Alex blurts out.

“Ha! Yeah, I know, right!” Auston admits.

“So how do you play?”

“Well, as the name implies, I spend time with Dr Quinn during the day, let her get to know me and hopefully endear myself to her. Then she goes out with Doc McStuffins at night, and she realizes she likes me better. That’s the only chance I have. So every moment I have with her this week is precious.”

“Ha! Oz?” Alex questions.

Auston looks at her curious, Huh?

Doc McStuffins is a girl”, Alex giggles.

Auston laughs to himself, writing, “Oh. Ha! Well, let’s hope Dr Peters is a girl. That would help my cause.”

“Or complicate it?” Alex jokes.

“Yeah! Ha! I suppose so.” He chuckles.

Oh! Before Quinn comes back, I want to ask you for another favour. I want to get her a special gift to thank her for everything she’s done for me.”

“Awww. Sweet!”

“I’ll get something for the others as well, but I want to get something extra special for Quinn, and it will need sourcing.”

“Okay?”

“You’ll need to go see the Jeweller that we use in Yorkville. Get him to source out the items cause there is no way he’ll have them. No restriction on price but don’t tell him that. Get him to text me what he finds and the cost.”

“Sure. What are you thinking?” Alex asks.

“If you look in my bedside table you’ll find a piece of paper where I’ve listed specifically what I want. The sooner you can get them, the better, but I understand if it might take a bit.”

“Okay”, curious, Alex heads over to the other side of Auston’s bed to get the paper. She pulls out the note and reads it. A smile washes across her face. “Wow, Auston! Looks like you put a lot of thought into this. You’re a real sweetheart. She’s gonna love them.”

“Good! I want the gift to touch her heart.” Auston smiles, pleased with himself and excited for the day that he can give them to her.

“Thanks a lot for looking after this and me. You’re a saint!” Auston gushes.

Alex acknowledges Auston’s gratitude with a smile. She puts the slip of paper in her purse and pulls out Auston’s cell phone and places it on his bedside table.

“I almost forgot! Here’s your cell phone, Oz. I did up a blurb for your social media accounts. I texted it to you. You’ll need to review it, make any changes you want and send it to Judd for approval.”

“Oh, wow! Thanks, Alex! Great! I really appreciate everything you have done for me. I think I’ll keep you around.”

“Well, after your social media crap, I think I’m retiring as your sister”, Alex teases.

“Ha! Sorry. But I need my big sister. You’re stuck with your dumbass little brother forever.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it. All joking aside though, I also got distracted and forgot to tell you, there are a couple girls texting you that seem to think you were about to make things serious before your accident.”

“What? No! Who? Names?” Auston writes, clearly upset.

“A ‘Bridget’ and a ‘Chantelle’. Were you going to ask them to be exclusive?”

“Hell No! I specifically made it my practice that prior to each hookup, they understood and agreed there would be no strings. I learned that lesson the hard way and you know that.”

“Yes. Well, they both appear to have magically changed their minds and they are very concerned about you since your accident and want to be here for you.”

“Together?!” Auston imagines what that would look like.

“No, not together, Dum Dum! But they both indicated in their texts that they have come to the hospital trying to get in to see you; each saying she is your girlfriend. But security stopped them cause they weren’t on the list.”

“Oh shit! Can’t you just tell them I died?” He writes, half-joking.

“Auston, you need to text Judd and get his advice on how to say adios to these women. Can you do that in the next few days? Or do you want me to call him and I’ll just tell him there has been a misunderstanding and you’re not interested in pursuing any type of relationship?”

“Yeah, can you do the second one you mentioned? Please. I don’t have the energy and I trust you can deal with it based on how you helped me a few years back with Rebecca”, Auston begs.

“Sure. Hopefully, these ones will go quietly into the night.”

“Thanks, Alex. Keep me in the loop. They were fun and beautiful women but I’m not interested.”

“Oz, you’ll also need to wrap up your old life with all your hookups. You’ll need to tell them all goodbye”, Alex advises.

“Please get Judd to do that on my behalf. Tell him I can’t even talk for god-sakes.”

“Okay. I will. And...Oh, you also need to figure out who is going to stay with you while you’re home recovering, so message Mom and Dad tonight.”

“Will you stay with me? Can you?” Auston pleads.

“Really, you want ME? After today?” Alex questions.

“Yes, especially after today. We’ve been through a lot. You know me better than anyone. You’re my confidente, biggest fan and best friend. I trust you, and I enjoy your company. If you would like to stay with me, I’d love to have you.” Auston tells her.

“Well, thanks, Oz! I’ll seriously consider it. I enjoy living in Toronto. I also have been waiting for the right time to tell you that I have been seeing a guy from Toronto. I met him here at the hospital in the waiting room. His father was in the Intensive Care Ward when you were there.”

“No way! So something else great came out of my accident? What’s your boyfriend’s name? How old is he? What’s he do? Do you really like him?” Auston gives Alex the third degree.

“Whoa, Oz! Yes, I really like him a lot. I actually feel like I’m falling in love with him”, Alex says as a smile lights up her face.

“No way?!” Auston writes.

“Way! His name is Adam Lang. He’s a Toronto Firefighter. He’s actually studying to be a Captain. He’s 33 years old. Never been married. Has a golden retriever. Lives in the ‘Beaches’. He treats me like gold. He’s smart as hell and a jock. He makes me laugh, and we never run out of stuff to talk about or do. I know you’ll hit it off”, She tells him excitedly.

Auston smiles and motions for Alex to come in for a hug. He squeezes her tight and kisses her on the cheek. Auston is so happy for her. He knows she’s seen her share of heartbreaks over the years with two serious relationships that didn’t last. He always worried about her happiness and hoped she’d find a good guy.

They pull apart, and Auston writes, “I want to meet him! Bring him by.”

“Really? Even though you can’t talk yet?” Alex asks.

“I don’t care. I have to meet him. I have to make sure he’s not ‘a player’.” He writes, teasing and adds a winky face emoji.

Alex rolls her eyes and laughs. “Oh, he’s not ‘a player’ at all, Oz. He’s a fan. But not the Leafs. He’s a Bruins fan!”

Auston’s mouth drops open in shock as he raises his head to the ceiling mouthing a silent scream of “No!!!!!!!!!!!!” (See Gif at top of the page for the type of reaction). Then he grabs his marker dramatically as he writes and emphasizes each exclamation point with a flourish. “No!!!!!!!!!!”

Alex laughs.

After a minute stare down, where Auston tries to determine whether Alex is messing with him, Auston writes, begging, “Alex! Please tell me you’re joking! It’s not nice to be mean to someone in the hospital.”

“Just a little payback for how you treated Quinn. You’ll have to wait and ask Adam when you meet him.”

Auston writes, “Well played, Alex! Well played! I deserve this.”

They both laugh and high five each other just as Dr Quinn enters the room.

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Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Yuma Ecstasy [Prologue]

Monologue

By the time I was finally released from the punishment room,

I had made two more comrades,

aside from Kou.

One smart and dependable guy,

and another fellow who’s kinda creepy and always covered in scars,

but somehow I can’t bring myself to ignore him.

It felt somewhat different from my relationship with Boss and the others,

but strangely enough,

I genuinely thought of these dudes as my companions.

I’m sure it’s because we all had the same goal.

The four of us gathered together,

and came up with a plan to escape this Hell.

And one evening,

we finally made up our minds.

Bear: When are we putting this plan into action?

Ruki: Tomorrow evening. We won’t take any luggage with us. Leave everything behind. Understood?

Kou: Yeah!

Bear: Roger.

Azusa: If you guys…say so…

Bear: ( I don’t know if my luck is good or bad, but I survived till now. )

( Boss, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll take your dream upon me instead. )

( I’ll change this country, so please wait just a little longer. )

( ...To fulfill said dream, I’ll definitely escape this place. )

( Don’t worry. Right now, I have comrades who are just about as reliable as you guys were. )

( I’m sure...It’ll go well. )

*TIMESKIP*

Bear: ( ...In just a few more hours, the night will fall. )

( We can’t get our timing wrong. We won’t get a second chance if our plan is exposed. ...We only get one shot. )

( Right, I should prepare to set the fiーー )

Youngster: ...! Oi, you!

Bear: ( ...Che, did he find out!? )

Youngster: I knew it! Thank god, you survived!

Bear: ...? Who are you?

Orphan A: It’s me, Leo! I lived in the village next to yours! We often went fishing in the past, remember?

Bear: Leo...?

Orphan A: Well, we were still children, so I guess I can’t blame you for not remembering. We’ve both changed as well. I didn’t recognize you at first glance either.

But I was worried about you this whole time. After what happened to your village...Your home was burnt to the ground as well.

Bear: Burnt...?

( What’s this? It rings a bell... )

( ...Right! That dream! When Boss had only just picked me up, I would often have dreams about fires! )

( Don’t tell me, this is a guy I knew in the past I can’t recall...!? )

Say, Leo! There’s something I want to asーー!

*THUD*

Orphan A: Guah...!?

*Thud*

Bear: ...!? Oi!

Orphan A: ...Uu...

Bear: Fuck...What do you think you’re doing, bastard!?

Gang Boss: Excuse me? ...Isn’t that my line? Right, Bear?

Bear: ...Che, look who’s back. You’ve made your return earlier than I expected.

Gang Boss: Thanks to you, yeah. (1)

Bear: What do you want now? Have you come to get beaten to pulp?

Gang Boss: Yeah, exactly. Howeverーー

You are the one who’ll end up beaten and bruised!

Bear: ...You’ve gathered some comrades because you know you can’t win by yourself? Whether you bring nobody or a whole gang, the end result won’t change.

Gang Boss: ...Per usual, you know how to run your mouth.

Anyway, your prolonged life ends right here. It’s been quite a while since your Boss died, but time has finally come.

Bear: You piece of shit...Why today out of all days!? You’ve got shit timing.

Gang Boss: Enough talking! Your beloved Boss is waiting for you in the afterlife!

Bear: Che...!

Kou: ーー Bear!!

Bear: Kou!?

Ruki: We were wondering what was taking you so long, but what are you doing!?

Bear: Don’t blame me! They’re the ones who started this!

Kou: I’m pretty sure you take some blame too though.

Ruki: That doesn’t matter! Hurry up and finish your quarrel! If we let this chance slip by, we’re done for!

Bear: Oh, I’m well...aware!

*THUD*

Ruki: In that case, we’ll use this commotion to our advantage. Kou, you light the fire instead!

Kou: Roger!

Ruki: I’ll lure in the guards from one side. You guys make as much of a fuss as you can! However, make sure they don’t get the upper hand on you!

When I give you the signal, we’ll dash through the gate at once! Understood!?

Bear: Piece of cake!

Azusa: Can I be the one getting punched...?

Bear: That’s no option! We’re gonna be the ones doing the punching! ーー Let’s go!!

Monologue

ーー In the end, the plan we spent days setting up,

did not go as planned.

However, luck was on our side,

and we succeeded,

at making our escape from that Hellhole.

ーー Spread out in front of my eyes once outside,

was an almost transluscent blue sky.

Seems like it is sunny out today.

It has been a while since I gazed up at the sky.

Perhaps that is why, the usual blue sky and white clouds,

seemed extremely beautiful for some reason.

I couldn’t help but think,

that the world is beautiful.

We may have escaped prison,

but the world we would have to live in now,

is most definitely rotten.

I will change this country, change the world.

For that reason, I desperately kept on running.

Regardless, the clear blue skies,

were so beautiful, every time I raised my head,

I somehow grew emotional.

ー The flashback ends as the scene shifts to the living room

Ruki: How have things been going as of late?

Yuma: ...No change, really.

Ruki: You’ve been sucking her blood, no? Have you not been experiencing any signs? Of Adam?

Yuma: ...Don’t think so? Not sure tho.

Ruki: ...Yuma.

Yuma: Shut up, I know! Stop remindin’ me over and over, it’s annoyin’!

Ruki: ...Are you rushing?

Yuma: ...

Ruki: Rushing will not make you Adam. That is up to Eve’s blood to decide.

Yuma: ...I know that shit.

Ruki: Then don’t rush. Even if you are in a hurry, it will not benefit the situation.

However...I am sure you are aware that things cannot remain like this forever?

Our objective is not to become Adam. It is to return our favor to that man by doing so.

If you continue to not show any signs of awakening, then we’llーー

Yuma: Don’t say that!!

Ruki: ...Judging by your reaction, seems like you have realized as well. Yuma. ...That we are unable of becoming Adam.

*TIMESKIP*

Ruki: ...Either way, I’m glad you seem to understand at least. Either way, I am not asking you to act upon this right away.

However, as soon as we receive an order from that man, I will take action as well. Do not forget that.

ー Ruki steps away

Yuma: ...Givin’ her to those Sakamaki’s? Don’t be kiddin’ me.

...I will become Adam.

No way I’ll let those damn rich people steal Boss’ dream as well...!

ー The scene shifts to the kitchen

*Chop chop chop*

Yui: ( ...There we go. Now I just have to put all the ingredients inside and let it simmer. )

( Ah, right. I’ll add the cabbage we got from Yuma-kun’s garden the other daーー )

*Rustle*

ー The screen suddenly fades to black

Yui: Eh!?

( W-What!? Things suddenly went dark...Hold on, somebody is covering my eyes!? )

Yuma: Keep still.

Yui: That voice, Yuma-kuーーNn!

( He covered my mouth as well...! )

ー Yuma bites her

Yuma: Hah...Nn...

Yui: Ah, ow...!

( W-Why did he suddenly bite me...!? )

Yuma: Nn...Nn...!

Haah...This side’s up next...Don’t ya dare tense up.

Yui: ( N-No...What is he doing!? I can’t tell since I can’t see a thing!. ...I’m scared...! )

Nn, nnnn...!

Yuma: ...Che, you’re so noisy. But it’s no use. Stay like that.

A humans’ remainin’ senses grow more sensitive when one is lost, right?

So by taking yer vision like this, I’ll make ya focus on only my fangs.

I’d love to take yer hearing too but...Nn...

Yui: ...! Nn...!

Yuma: I’m pretty sure it’ll be more effective...If I let ya listen to the sound of me devourin’ ya, mixed in with yer own sounds.

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Hah...Hah...!

Yuma: There ya go. I’ll release yer mouth. ...Cry out all ya want.

Come on, concentrate. Focus on only yer ears and body.

My fangs are the only thing you’re allowed to feel.

If ya feel it with yer whole body, ya should figure out that I’m Adam already. Right...!?

*Thud*

Yui: ...Ah...!

Yuma: ...Hurry up...Hurry up and realize, Eve...!

Hurry up and make me Adam...!

Monologue

ーー Ever since that day,

Yuma-kun became more aggressive than ever.

His irritation continued visibly growing,

and all of said frustration was pointed directly,

at my skin.

The bite marks which increased with each passing day,

made me experience his impatience first hand.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) おかげさま or ‘okage sama’ is usually used to thank someone for their help, but in this context, it is obviously meant in a sarcastic way.

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Swimming in Silk - Chapter 18

Training in front of her, engaging her in conversation and now lending her his clothes…Kagome is starting to suspect that Sesshoumaru is trying to gain her attention.

Sesskag - Romance, Humour, Drama, Angst

Rated M - As always you can read this story on Ao3, fanfiction.net or Dokuga

Chapter One - here Previous Chapter - here Next chapter - here

Feeling Flurries ~

Upon finally setting foot in the infamous bookshop, Kagome immediately fell in love with it. Refined yet homey, the space held dark wooden shelves, walls and smooth surfaces. There were traditional things here and there, like echoes of the past, but also foreign influences. She wondered if he'd travelled and where, briefly envious.

A leather armchair was tucked away in the corner. Structures that resembled tree trucks interrupted the floor, standing like pillars with shelves carved into their wood and books piled in. So many books!

The lack of windows oddly didn't stifle the area, as warm lamps lit the way through the shop.

"It's lovely," Kagome said in awe. It had more of his personality than his own apartment, as though he spent more time there than at home. "I'm kinda glad I didn't know about this place though. Grandpa would have dragged me here every weekend."

Sesshoumaru stood by her side, drinking in her reactions. His hand rested on the dip in her spine, gently pushing to usher her further in. "I don't doubt it, especially with the section in the back dedicated to the Sengoku Jidai."

She curled her hand in his shirt suddenly. "Wait- that's right! Did you know my Grandpa? He left me your clothes after he died." She rose a brow, buzzing with questions.

Thin lips curved, flashing a dark smile. "Not telling."

Kagome gaped and tugged the fabric. "Ohh no you don't! That's not fair! You can't keep that stuff all to yourself," a small whine leaked into her voice. He's such a jerk.

His deep chuckle rang out pleasantly. The hand at her back curved to her hip, bringing her closer, easing down with his intent gaze on her lips.

The sound of something shattering broke the mood. Kagome jerked her head forward, locking eyes with a startled young man that resembled a 14-year-old. Demon, she noted. He had unruly dark hair and familiar green eyes. His hands were still frozen in the air- the remains of a teacup scattered on the floor.

"Um, hello?" Kagome smiled. He didn't answer, attention straying from Sesshoumaru's arm around her, to the waning smile on the demon lord's lips, and finally to Kagome's hand curled in his shirt.

"Yukita close your mouth, lest you catch flies," Sesshoumaru muttered flatly.

The young man's mouth clicked shut.

"Oh! I thought you kinda resembled him. Are you Shippo's son?" Kagome breathed, clasping her hands and radiating joy.

Collecting himself, Yukita nodded. "I am."

He smoothly bowed, causing her hands to flit and wave in the air. "T-there's really no need for that. I'm so happy to meet you," she eased forward.

Yukita quickly straightened. "My siblings and I grew up hearing tell of your exploits in the past. I am honoured to make your acquaintance."

Kagome paused, stopping just shy of touching him. He'd said it so stiffly, tone removed. It was like a line rehearsed for a play.

"W-well thank you, but-"

"Ohh my God, is she here!" A voice cried.

Kagome turned to her left- a hard force colliding with her chest as arms wrapped around her. She made a noise, the air knocked from her lungs. Thudding to the floor.

A nose pressed against her neck, inhaling in short quick bursts like sniffs. Bright blue eyes then swallowed Kagome's vision.

"You smell just as I remember! When Uncle said you were coming I couldn't bear to wait, so I camped here all night. I had to see you!" The young woman breathed. "I'm Riza, do you know me yet? Is it true you can decapitate three men at once with your bow and arrow?"

The gushing young woman was promptly plucked off her, lifted away. Sesshoumaru observed the wolf demon in his grasp flatly.

"Did I not explicitly state that you must approach her calmly?" Sesshoumaru uttered.

"What, you'd rather I stood there like Yukita and made her feel awkward?"

Kagome picked herself off the floor, dusting herself off as she smiled. "It's okay. No harm done," her eyes glittered. "Uncle."

Sesshoumaru reluctantly set the girl down, shooting Kagome a look.

Riza turned on her heel and gasped, clutching the miko's hand in both of hers. Kagome got a serious case of deja vu. Blinking the image of Kouga from her eyes, she tried to keep track of Riza's words. "Ohmigosh look at your hair! What happened to it?"

"I cut it because-"

Riza spun to glare at the stoic demon lord. "I can't believe you let her walk around like this! Poor thing. C'mere, I'll sort out those unruly locks post haste~"

Kagome was helpless to resist the whirlwind that was Riza.

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Soon enough, she was seated in a breakroom outback, facing a mirror and holding still. Riza shifted behind her, trimming her short black hair into something neater. Yukita had left them to prepare tea in the next room, while Sesshoumaru was unfortunately left to deal with customers. He sent all three of them sour looks, before leaving to attend to Mrs Megumi, a kindly old woman awaiting her latest edition. His patience and customer service was yet another thing that sent Kagome's head spinning. The Killing Perfection and customers did not sound like a natural mix.

"Thanks for doing this," Kagome hesitantly smiled in the mirror. Riza grinned back, and for a moment Kouga's features stared back at the miko. She had the same tanned skin and slightly beefy arms and build, yet there was also grace about her that was entirely demonic.

"It's no problem. You should bully Uncle into remembering these things. He's got his head in the clouds so often it's no wonder he forgot."

"Really?" Kagome blinked.

"Oh totally. Sometimes it's like he's there, but he's not there, you know?"

Kagome wasn't certain she wanted to. Feeling a tap on the side of her head, she turned it obligingly. "Were you the one who helped him out with that sleepover stuff?"

"How could you tell?"

Her lips tugged up into a fond smile. "Because he's never liked sappy stuff, let alone teen rom-coms. I could tell he was daydreaming the whole time, but it was sweet of you both."

The wolf demon gave a huff. "I told him to at least try giving them a chance! He can't see their artistic integrity!"

Giggling quietly, warmth flooded her chest. At least Riza seemed happy to meet her. Kagome wondered how best to broach the subject of Yukita, deciding to just ask. "Um so... Yukita, is he-"

"Always like that? Nah. Just around people he doesn't like." Riza said cheerily. Kagome's shoulders slumped.

"I figured. Did I piss him off already?"

"Ah don't worry. It's nothing personal. He just doesn't like that Uncle Sesshoumaru has been kind of...lonely? At least we think so. He never says. But we all know he's been waiting for you. Yukita thinks he shouldn't have done, is all."

"I-I see," Kagome said softly, guilt squeezing her heart. "I get that. If my loved one was sad because of someone specific I'd probably hate them too." She paused thoughtfully, her lips tilting into a relieved smile. "I'm glad."

"Wha?" Riza tilted her head. "Why?"

"Because. This means you guys really love him. He's got people who look out for him so much they worry. I was...concerned he'd isolate himself."

Riza smiled slowly. "You're weird. Gotta admit, I can't really remember you because I was a lil tyke, but I could always recall of your smell. All warm and nice. And smells don't lie, so I liked to believe you were as good a person as Mama and Papa said you were."

Kagome grinned. "How are they?"

Her eyes lit up. "Good! They live in Kyoto. Dad was an athlete for a while until he started gaining too much attention. Gotta be careful with the immortal looks, you know. So now he coaches them."

"And Ayame?"

"Same kinda thing. She's a fitness instructor. Don't think they're cool or anything though: Mostly they go on mountain hikes at the weekends with my Uncles, pretending they still own territory." She rolled her eyes. "They need to get with the times."

Kagome grinned, considering Riza's loose definition of the word if Sesshoumaru was included. "I'm guessing you have a lot of Uncles."

"Oh yeah! Let's see…" she paused, lifting away the scissors and counting on her fingers. "At least 15, tops!"

Bursting into laughter, Kagome tried to stifle her amusement as Sesshoumaru padded back in, raising a brow. From the way his shoulders relaxed, she could tell he was pleased.

"Ah, hey! We're all done here. You like?" Riza gestured to the back of Kagome's head while placing her things down.

Sesshoumaru took a moment to glide his attention over the locks, nodding. "It is acceptable. But I saw nothing wrong with the wild look, personally."

For some reason the way he said it made the miko's cheeks heat. Riza huffed, showing Kagome the back via a hand mirror. "You would say that."

"It looks great! You did a wonderful job," Kagome breathed, curling her fingers in the much neater ends. In all the chaos she hadn't had time to fuss over it, but now she felt truly grateful for some normalcy like hair styling.

The wolf demon blushed a little, grinning as she pulled the towel off from Kagome's shoulders.

Sesshoumaru soon lured the miko away, leading her down a dark aisle towards the back stacked with yet more books. Kagome glanced around, pulling a few volumes from the shelves.

"I like what you've done with the place," she teased. "I don't see any tween stuff though. You weren't lying about stocking them were y-"

Kagome found her back meeting the shelves, her demon looming over her. She knew that look. It was dusted over, like the small embers left behind in a once burning hearth. But the fire could be coaxed out easily. Sesshoumaru's lips were parted. The colour of his eyes flickered between gold and red, before pale lashes lowered.

He lingered close, nose brushing the crown of her head and inhaling her hair.

"Sesshoumaru?"

The steady fans of hot breath were replaced with the soft pressure of his lips. "My control falters and holds at the strangest of times."

Kagome blushed, curling her fingers in his shirt. "We can't…sleep together because of the whole life span plan thing, but we could do other things." She suggested, reddening darker at his chuckle. "We could stop before it got too far!"

"I could not."

"I-I'll keep you in line, buster. C'mon, whatever you've been holding back, I'll take it. Not like you'd go all the way right here in the shop anyway."

The Daiyoukai looked at her keenly.

"Sesshoumaru!" She gaped, swatting his arm. "You perv!"

The pads of his fingers started at her ribs, gliding down over her side to curve around her hip and ease her closer. Those inhuman eyes remained hooded, causing her to swallow. Slowly, carefully, she rose up on tip-toe to brush her lips over his.

A low sound escaped him which she mistook for anger, and she quickly backed off- only to find his mouth chasing hers. Their lips met in a heated rush that caused her to inhale sharply. The kiss felt firm and hard, palpable passion underlining it. She could feel the emotions simmering beneath the surface of his paper-thin control. Kagome knew she really shouldn't encourage it. She shouldn't coax the embers in the hearth. She shouldn't, but…

Firm fingers latched to his clothes as the miko pressed into him, stroking her other palm over his pale cheek. Her fingers slid around his curved ear, and she almost pulled away the difference startled her so much. Barely a moment later and she could feel the shell elongate into a point, and her thumb gratefully followed the path.

Sesshoumaru shuddered and braced himself unsteadily on the shelf above her. His attention strayed to her neck, pepping hot open-mouthed kisses to the feverish skin. He hit a certain spot that had her giggling as usual, and his arms tightened around her. "You still react the same way," he murmured.

Kagome stilled upon realising he was simply…hugging her. Sesshoumaru's hands slid over her, not to elicit desire, but as though confirming her existence. A sadness crept into her heart. His lips pressed to her cheek, resting there.

"When I have you for good, I won't be letting go." he muttered, with a steadfast bluntness that could only be assuring. "You should prepare yourself, miko."

The frantic want for him mellowed into warm adoration, and Kagome rested her head against his shoulder.

"Forget preparing, I'm looking forward to it," she giggled. "I'm so happy you got close with Kouga and Ayame and Shippo. You have friends."

"We are not. And this one is offended that you sound surprised."

Holding him close, she giggled, occasionally lifting her head to steal kisses. "When we first started this courtship thing your best friend was a tree."

"Hn," he kissed her harder this time as a distraction.

Their minds drifted for a moment where not even time could reach them. Kagome exhaled in contentment, swimming.

A commotion broke out at the front of the store. Shouts, snarls and familiar sounding curses assaulted her hearing. Breaking away from Sesshoumaru, Kagome gaped, hurrying forward.

Rushing down the aisle, she skidded to a stop the moment wild white hair caught her attention. Inuyasha scuffled with Yukita, grabbing the smaller boy by the scruff and shoving him off.

"I know she's here, asshole! Let me go so I can- Kagome!" His gold eyes snapped up, ears flicking atop his head. Kagome picked up his fallen cap, placing it atop his head and patting it.

"Hey there," she gave a sheepish smile.

With a snarl, he released Yukita and stood. "Don't 'hey there' me!" He barked. "I've been lookin' all over the city for you! Shippo gave some bullshit excuse, but I knew it had to have somethin' to do with that bastard. Where is he!?"

Spreading her hands out, palms flat, Kagome shook her head. "I'm the one who didn't come home right away, don't-"

A warmth passed by her side, Sesshoumaru's presence felt before she could visibly see him step in front of her. Inuyasha leapt, swiping his fist out. A hard sound of impact reached Kagome's ears, and she started, seeing his fist connect with Sesshoumaru's jaw.

The elder brother held his gaze, not moving an inch. Inuyasha exhaled, gritting his teeth and striking his fist out again, only to meet Sesshoumaru's palm.

"That's enough. I...apologise," the demon's lips thinned, but the words came just the same.

Inuyasha tore his fist free, backing up with wide eyes. "Ha? What the fuck?"

A blur zoomed by Kagome, rustling her clothes and hair. A moment later, Inuyasha's back met the floor, yelping as Riza grinned down at him. "What the FUCK!"

Kagome rested her hand on Sesshoumaru's arm and shifted forward. "Let's all calm down. Inuyasha, you came here to take me back to Mom's, right? I'll go. I need to see her anyway." She turned to the presence beside her. "Do you…want to come and meet my family?"

He stilled, quickly recovering and inclining his head, seemingly unfazed by the bruise forming under his eye and the red tinge to his cheek.

"Fine, whatever- BUT WOULD YOU GET OFF ME!" Inuyasha snarled at the wolf demon.

Riza grinned, "Uncle Inuyasha is so grumpy!"

"I'll join you for a walk," a calm voice uttered.

Kagome glanced at Yukita in surprise, giving a startled, tentative smile. "R-really? Sounds great! L-let's go team!"

Ignoring her nervous enthusiasm, he walked out the door, causing her to wilt slightly.

Riza stayed behind to mind the shop while their small group walked through the streets. She and Kagome had swapped numbers, much to the miko's delight.

Despite Sesshoumaru having calmed the yuki-onna the previous day, the snow hadn't completely disappeared. A few stray flecks still drifted down from the sky, landing in the slush that the snow had become beneath their feet.

Sesshoumaru padded ahead with Inuyasha, holding a conversation for once. Kagome wanted to be nosy, but also respected their privacy, settling on walking alongside Yukita.

They carried on in awkward silence. Kagome inwardly fussed, sneaking glances at the short boy. He certainly looked serious and grim-faced, but she could pick out certain features like his nose and chin that resembled Shippo's. Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, Kagome opened her mouth to apologise-

"We don't have to talk. I don't have anything to say to you," he uttered cooly.

She winced, thinking to herself before choosing her response carefully. "You sound like Sesshoumaru," she murmured, soon backtracking. "I-I mean your tone. He can always pull off the intimidating thing really well."

He glanced at her, before facing forward again. Kagome noted his dark hair. Rika had mentioned that his natural colour was white, like his mothers, but instead of glamorising himself to have Shippo's signature red locks, he'd chosen to imitate...

"You admire your Uncle a lot, don't you?" She said quietly. "I get why. He's pretty amazing. One of the strongest demons I've ever met." Yukita nodded in firm agreement, which was something. "You don't like me being with him," Kagome continued. "I can also understand that. He's waited a long time for me and-"

"Precisely," Yukita cut in sternly. "You're nothing special. I told him so many times to just give up on you, to be happy with another. You kept him chained to loneliness."

Kagome felt her heart clench, pushing on. "But Sesshoumaru can't be made to do anything he doesn't want to, surely you know that." Yukita tensed at her side. "It's true if he'd forgotten about me maybe he could've been happier, but that was his decision. Not mine or yours or anyone else's."

"You're going back to the beginning of your relationship soon, correct?" He stopped, glaring at her with hard forest green eyes. "If you really cared about his suffering, you'd make it so that he never foolishly fell in love with you."

Kagome's bones locked, freezing her mid-step. "You're suggesting I just...do nothing?"

Yukita nodded. "If Uncle never falls for you, all this heartache can be avoided. He can find a real Lady of the Western lands and rule with her."

Kagome's gaze lowered, watching the faint flurries of dying snow settle into icy puddles. He had a point. She'd thought about it herself and wondered. Maybe the Western Lands would never have fallen. Continuing to walk, Kagome looked up at the backs of the two half brothers she felt like she'd been following for so long.

She could have lived out the remainder of her life in the village with Miroku, Sango and the others.

But…

For some reason what she thought of first was his bed hair. There was something so endearing about the way his white bangs would be fluffed up come morning, how those gold eyes would be almost dopey with sleep before they sharpened.

The way he'd daydream came to mind – how he presented himself as the picture of regality and poise while gazing at tree-tops. The feel of being trapped beneath him after they'd made love, how he'd kiss and bite her neck, making her squeal with delight. Even the open softness in his eyes came to mind. The trust he'd placed in her to never betray that look of quiet adoration.

"I can't," she said simply.

"What?"

Kagome shrugged. "I can't do that. If there's a chance I can be with him I'll seize it with both hands. We've come too far…everything up to now can't be a waste. Besides," Kagome raised her head, looking at him levelly. "It's what Sesshoumaru would want. If I gave up before even trying, I don't think I'd forgive myself. Even if the me right now disappeared, those feelings wouldn't die. They'd carry over. At least, that's what I think. Maybe I'm just being selfish, but hey, I still need to actually time travel back. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll goof it up so bad the old Sesshoumaru will kill me. Who knows."

Yukito stared, giving a long extinguished sigh. Slowly, he folded his arms while giving her a thoughtful once over.

"Mn, that's good."

Kagome blinked. "Come again?"

"That's the answer I was looking for. Though your lack of self-confidence isn't so impressive, at least you won't back down."

"Y-you were testing me!?"

"Mn. We felt like we needed to," he lifted a shoulder, nonplussed. We? Oh, he must mean him and Riza.

Trying to handle all her conflicting emotions of outrage, confusion and exasperation, she blurted the first thing that came to mind. "S-so you don't hate me?"

"Not really," he slid his hands into his pockets, continuing to walk. "I would have, if you'd given up just now. And sometimes I did tell Uncle to forget you. But you've both made your choices."

Kagome stiffened at the look he shot her over his shoulder. Glittering green widening into something innocent.

He really is Shippo's son.

A quiet laugh escaped her as she marched up to his side. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, Kagome tightened her grip until he was practically squashed under her arm. Rubbing her knuckles hard into his head, she grinned, giving him a very vicious nuggy.

"Ahahaha you joker! You really had me going there a sec. You. Funny. Guy," she laughed, tightening her grip. "Really good for my self-esteem, cutie-pie!"

Yukita wheezed and whined, batting at her arm as he struggled.

"This one is pleased to see you are getting along." A pale brow rose. Sesshoumaru observed them quietly with wry amusement one could only get if they enjoyed others discomfort. Which he did.

"Oh yeah, we're besties now," Kagome grinned darkly, ignoring Yukita's protests in a classic older sister move.

Upon noticing they'd already reached the shrine steps however, she reluctantly let go, ruffling the fox's hair some more for good measure. "I said the same thing to Rika, but I'm glad he's got people looking out for him," Kagome murmured lowly. "Just don't do that again or I'll kick your ass."

Yukito blinked, straightening and fixing his hair mutely. Sesshoumaru tilted his head as she passed, but Kagome just smiled. Beginning to walk up the stairs with Inuyasha, she glanced at him.

"What did you two talk about?" She asked, flashing a grin.

Inuyasha seemed startled out of his thoughts, glancing at her and then sharply focusing on the top of the stairs. Sliding his hands into the sleeves of his jacket, he tsked. "Nothin' much. Bastards gotten weird in his old age is all," he muttered, lapsing into silence the rest of the climb.

The moment the door opened Kagome was swallowed by a tight hug. Mrs Higurashi squeezed her tight, in a way that Kagome knew she was forgiven for leaving so quick. Releasing her, Mama turned to face their company, "Thank you for bringing her back, Inuyasha."

The Hanyou gave nod, looking mildly uncomfortable by the warmth in her tone. Sesshoumaru had the grace to appear slightly sheepish, but he met the woman's gaze unflinchingly.

"You must be Kagome's husband."

Surprisingly, Sesshoumaru bowed low, causing Kagome's eyes to widen. "Not yet. You can think of me as her fiancé." He shot the miko a sour look, as though she were to blame for the technicality. "I should have introduced myself sooner."

Mama Higurashi gave a giggle, "apparently you made your intentions crystal clear to Grandpa, so I suppose you already have. He gave you permission, right?"

Kagome's head snapped in her mother's direction. "What? Mom-Wha! Explain please!"

Her brown eyes were warm and dancing. "Your Grandpa told me not long before he died that he met a demon once. That's why he was always so insistent on their existence. Let's just say the mystery demon asked for permission to marry you- or um...more like threatened when Grandpa said no,"

Kagome shot Sesshoumaru a murderous look, who suddenly found the tops of the trees very fascinating. Mama waved it off, "it happened a long time ago. Grandpa said he couldn't be sure if it was a dream or not. I took it with a pinch of salt." She turned her warm smile on Yukita and moved forward to introduce herself, while the front door burst open and Shippo glared at them, three children glued to his sides. "It's about time you showed up! I can't hold the fort forever you know!"

Mama Higurashi forced the demons inside for dinner with a stubbornness that rivalled Kagome's. Setting the table, the miko glanced around fondly, finding Souta and Yukita playing video games. Inuyasha was discussing something with Shippo while holding one of the red-headed fox children at bay using his foot. Finding Sesshoumaru leaning against a wall, Kagome made to approach, only to see the small bundle in his arms.

Zura's arm was draped over his shoulder, chubby cheek resting against his neck as she slumbered, tucked under his chin. Sesshoumaru supported her, absentmindedly rubbing her back, sharp claws careful as he watched the television expressionlessly. It was akin to having a boxing glove ram itself into Kagome's gut. Only instead of pain, flurries of butterflies exploded in her stomach, flowing down into her toes like melted honey. She very nearly cooed.

Sesshoumaru caught her eye and paused. His lips curved into a knowing smile, and a very dangerous and stupid impulse seized Kagome.

"Dinner!"

Broken rather rudely from the pleasant spell, the miko flushed and moved to help her mother carry through the dishes, trying to ignore the quiet chuckle that spiked her pulse.

"So I should try time travelling without an item?" Kagome asked several hours later.

Zura had been shifted into Yukita's arms as the foxes said their goodbyes, starting to pad down the shrine steps.

"Hn, you will not be able to travel back to the first mating until you understand how to manipulate the power of the well." Sesshoumaru uttered, standing below the torii arch and meaning to leave. Only he hadn't quite gotten around to it yet.

Kagome folded her arms, leaning against the structure. "I guess up to now I've let it react however it wanted and been pulled along for the ride." She mused, before nodding. "Alright. I want to go back about a week after Kouga's pack found you. To see you recovering. Do you remember me appearing around that time?"

"…No. I recall the next jump happening several years after that event, but my memories around that time are strained."

She smiled, balling her hand into a fist and raising it. "That's no problem. I need to figure out how to handle it, so some slip-ups are bound to happen. I'll give it my best!"

A warm palm settled over her fist and Sesshoumaru stared at her, winter lashes lowering slightly. Kagome's optimism slipped along with her grin, glimpsing the emotion he'd rather keep hidden.

"I'll be back," she said quietly. The thought of him going back to his apartment alone made her heart clench. There certainly had been some truth to Yukita's words despite her conviction. Sesshoumaru inclined his head, sliding his hand free from hers.

"Hn…return home soon."

Home. It struck her that they really could make a life together in the present. True her friends were gone and his lands had been stolen, but they could make something together. An actual home with love and new friends around them. Even if the faces had changed, echoes of their former life were all around them.

All I want to do is get this stuff outta the way. To kick start our bond and come here to actually start living with you.

Though she intended to time-travel that very night, the Bone Eater's Well's power was being…temperamental to say the least.

"Just work, damn you! Rragh!" She huffed. "Where's a DeLorean or Tardis when you need one?"

Despite Sesshoumaru's assurance that she could time travel on her own, Kagome had slipped inside the old Well House. Having jumped and met no success a grand total of 10 times, she finally threw up her hands and stalked from the small building.

The moon hung within the sky, like a luminous reminder of who she was doing this for. Kagome stopped mid-step. Exhaling, she stood for a moment in the garden.

If she wanted to get serious about this, 10 times wasn't going to cut it. Spinning on her heel, Kagome made to march right back to the Well House, when her foot snagged on a hose pipe.

Stumbling, she let out a yelp, catching herself before falling. Glaring at the offending hose, her ire slowly simmered down.

Wait…water.

"Oi, what are you doing, idiot?" A voice close by grumbled.

Kagome glanced over at the Goshinboku, spying Inuyasha leaning against its trunk.

"I'm about to time travel. Are you coming with?"

"Feh, I don't see no item on ya."

"Not using one this time. Ready for my secret technique?" She grinned, jogging over to the tap at the side of the house. "Let there be water!" Kagome made an exaggerated flourish with her hand the moment she turned it, causing water to shoot out from the hose like a geyser.

Gold eyes cut to the sky. "Big deal."

"You're extra grumbly today. C'mon, last chance to go back with me~ we'll possibly see Lady Kimi and General Kaito?" She tried to tempt. She'd wanted to meet them in the present too, but Sesshoumaru had mentioned 'baby steps.'

When Inuyasha made no move to approach, Kagome's brows pulled together but decided to leave him be. Lifting the hose over her head, she sprayed herself with a loud squeal.

Raising reiki on her skin, she tried to remember the feeling of passing through the well. Flowing through the heavy, indescribable waters of Time.

With a gasp, she found herself dropping through the puddle at her feet. Raising her head as she disappeared into the water, Kagome's eyes widened, finding Inuyasha's face closer than expected, sinking in with her. He grabbed hold of her wrist and kicked with her when they were submerged, fighting the current.

Kagome glanced around in the deep pink waters, her lungs protesting. The space they occupied looked darker than usual, as though tainted by indecision. Trying to focus, blue eyes slid shut, despite Inuyasha's panic.

Picturing Sesshoumaru's true form and his injuries, Kagome then forced the image of Kouga into her mind, coupling the memories together.

Feeling a frantic pat on her shoulder, Kagome opened her eyes. Inuyasha glared, pointing up above them at the disk of light that had appeared.

Nodding, she grabbed hold of him as he swam up through the waters, able to swim with greater speed and power than her.

Breaking the surface of the water, Kagome gasped, sucking in grateful gulps of air. Inuyasha coughed, spitting the moisture from his mouth.

"Ach- gn…w-what the hell? Why's it taste like salt?"

Hearing the gentle crash of waves and feeling the tide lulling them, Kagome raised her head. "Looks like Sesshoumaru's at the beach this time," she murmured.

The coast lay quiet and undisturbed, but various huts beyond it caught her attention.

"And he's not alone. I wonder if Kouga is around."

"Tch I hope not," Inuyasha muttered, ears pricking. "Hey…doesn't this place look familiar to you?"

"No?"

He stared at the coast, frowning slightly. "Take another look," he muttered. "We're at Shiori's village."

#sesskag #sesshoumaru x kagome #sesskag fanfiction #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfiction #sesshomaru

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semi-imaginary-place · 5 years ago

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fe3h blogging 2 because the post got too long

Edelgard Claude foiling. Both see that the world is wrong and that motivates them to make it better. Claude listens to people, Edelgard listens to herself. Claude reflects and introspects, Edelgard doesn’t.

I was going to write more but I realized I was just bashing Edelgard so I stopped. Anyways, the Gatekeeper has a backstory??? a younger twin brother and they’re from the empire?? Also wow Edelgard is REALLY into you (the light in the darkness pft)

I also want to comment how the Church of Seiros unlike some other fantasy religions really is like real life historical (and current) religious organizations. There’s a mix of people from the non believers but there to help, to those that believe this is the best way to help people, to those looking for power, to the people who are there because its a way to make a living. I want to make clear though that Sothis/The Goddess is dead and she can only act a little bit through Byleth. Before the game The Goddess has NO influence on Fodlan. Anyone praying is doing nothing in terms of reaching The Goddess.

Hilda: Tell me what I’m thinking about right now.

Ferdinand: Hmm... You want a snack.

Hilda: I DO want a snacc ;) ;) ;)

supports: Ashe Dedue, Sylvain Felix, Ingrid Dimitri, Hubert Ferdinand, Petra Claude, Marianne Ignatz

3h totally fooled me with the hair colors. I’m too use to JRPGs have rainbow haircolors so I think nothing of it but in this game the white/green hair are plot significant.

Somehow related to dragon shenanigans(white/green): Sothis, Lysithea, Flayn, Edelgard, Byleth, Rhea, Seteth

Plausibly a normal color with weird undertones: Ignatz, Shamir, Petra, Felix, Lindhardt,

That inexplicably JRPG colored hair: Bernadetta, Hilda, Caspar, Marianne, Ashe, Lorenz

Ch14 of Crimson Flowers has made me unfathomably sad. Claude hold himself so tightly, closed off with high walls. He always has a face on, doesn’t break composure. But in ch 14 in the face of losing his dream you can see the cracks in walls. And Claude may be closed off but he is in no way cold hearted or uncaring, he cares so much and you see that as the Empire gains ground. That battle is one of the few glimpses of Claude. Whether he is killed or spared, both are sad. The cut scene after Claude is spared is seemingly lighthearted and a tonal contrast to the serious battle right before it. Without knowing Claude better it seems like a breather before more plot happens, but knowing Claude that scene really breaks my heart. In contrast with the moments of honesty during the battle, Claude’s social mask has snapped right back into place, hiding all of his pain. Claude’s dream meant all to him, being able to walk side by side with his friends in a new world, and that dream just took a devastating blow. Claude is by no means dishonest during that scene, but knowing how devastated he is on the inside yet forcing himself to hold it all together... He’s sad and now I’m sad.

The Insurrection of the Seven is fascinating to me. Just because people keep saying different things about it. Was the Emperor seeking to consolidate power for the throne and the nobles stopped him or where the nobles always seeking to turn the Emperor into a puppet ruler? To my limited knowledge I think for a while Emperors had been losing power. Enough so that the experiments on Edelgard and her siblings could not be stopped. He then tried to expand his power and was crushed.

Crimson Flower is quite interesting. Edelgard and Hubert are walking a fine line balancing the church and the Agarthans. The Empire appears unified but its a shell for the Agarthans and Edelgard is betting on the appearance of that shell.

Wow Dimitri is surprisingly sane and not feral in CF. Does the purple clouds in Dimitri’s death CG remind anyone else of the S support CGs?

Lysithea and Edelgard can bond over shared childhood experiences and being short

Can you imagine Claude, Hilda, and Sylvain as a squad. They would radiate such chaotic energies just standing next to each other that Nemesis would leap out of his cyberpunk containment pod and start dancing to leek spin

How is Dimitri clean shaven post timeskip?? Most people in the grips find it hard to be functional and do basic tasks and your telling me he meticulously shaves everyday? I'm calling it. Dimitri is trans and can't grow a whisker

So the brits (and w europe really) went mad for tea and got it through colonization of india. Where does fodlan get its tea?? Its mostly too cold unless you want to convince me theres an extensive breeding program for hardy cultivars somewhere. Dagda?? We know coffee is imported. hot take: the empire started a war to get more tea

I dont talk about dorothea enough. I almost chose BE just for her. She hates nobles and its great. The voice acting is top notch too. Dorothea-Ferdinand c support is memorable to me because of the voice acting. The line delivery was so good. Especially the " I hate you " from Dorothea. She's so savage. She was the only one I considered S supporting after intsys robbed me of claude. Didn't go through with it though. It always feels wierd romancing fictional characters.I remember how P3 forced me on the harem route and wow that was uncomfortable. Dorothea is kind. I like kind people. She's so full of love (Manuela is the other character overflowing with love), and her compassion extends to everyone. She understands the grief of war. Contrast that to local manlet Caspar. Once he's decided someone is an "enemy" he stops caring. Oh Caspar... All of Dorothea's supports are so good too... Dorothea's backstory can get a little disturbing. She's 18 at the beginning of the game. She began singing with the company at 10 and gained fame at 13. What troubles me his how she talks about how after every show she was innundated with marriage proposals and such. The way she talks about it, it went on for a while, and while sure the letters and stuff could have been from other teenagers, that she was getting all this as a teenager is creepy. In addition, then she talks about the nobles fawning over her and it made my skin crawl. But the worst was that a noble possibly her father was coming on to her . Like Dorothea, I'm with you. Let's burn down the world. Despite the justifiable anger though, dorothea is so full of love. Until the last her heart never turns cold.

Thinking about claude and edelgard. On one hand their personalities, ideals, and ambitions complement each other. On the other hand Edelgard doesn't understand how people work and Claude is a manipulator, guarded, he never lets any one in(edited)Claude can totally read her, but Edelgard reacts poorly to criticism and dissent.... Claude has no faith. Not in his dreams and not in himself. With out a push, he's not proactive. Edelgard charges straight ahead while Claude takes the circuitous path. "Defensive" thats the word for edelgard, she so easily thinks people are out for her. Whereas claude deflects. Both are fuelled by a sense of justice. Edelgard thinks in terms of eliminating enemies, claude thinks in terms of recruiting allies. The point is the the tragedy that they would make great friends! But thats not happening in this universe! Because edelgard's bull headed and claude wont open up!

Watching s supports and anyone notice theres 3 variations on the ring. There 2 silver and green ones. At first I thought small green stone was from people with common origins and big stone from noble. But I just saw saw one with a gold ring.It could be that the character is just that extra. And yeah it is gold is from Ferdinand and Lorenz.

Ferdinand was so obnoxious at first. But hes such a good boy. He does his best. He's trying very hard. Also, existential angst is my jam.

I just remembered theres only 5 saints in the Church of Seiros and does that mean the tome of comely saints has erotica of... like... cihol??? And cethaleann????? Uuuuuuhhhhhh...I dont like my brain sometimes.

so that whole fuss that byleth's mom was rhea's daughter was because tons of "gamers" chose BE first and misinterpreted Edelgard's speculation. When in reality Jeralt was the one who Rhea gifted her crest (seiros) to, extending his lifespan. Rhea then cut out baby Byleth's heart and then replaced it with Sothis's crest stone hoping that Sothis would posses byleth. All we know of the mom is that she was a nun and died young. Flames crest stone joined to Byleth's heart (CF ending cutscene). Rhea placed Sothis' heart in baby Byleth to revive Sothis (VW ch 22 opener). She has done human experimentation on people to revive Sothis before (implication). Seiros/Rhea did so so that Sothis would posses the body (Rhea dialog consistently referring to Byleth as "Mother" or hoping that Sothis will poke through).

The only time Claude’s anger breaks through his composure is with Rhea. This is significant as Claude almost never loses his composure, and this highlights how Rhea in the only person Claude hates. Claude doesn’t hate Edelgard or Dimitri or any of the other people that may kill him, just Rhea.

question about the Black Eagles/Crimson Flower ending: why does Byleth collapse and then Sothis' crest stone break? I mean I will give it a break since its symbolic and thematically significant and all and it was a excellent touch that Sothis' heart and Byleth's heart have literally weaved together. Is reviving Byleth Sothis' last act?? Why did Byleth have to die to begin with though? ... well maybe Byleth didn't die since they didn't have a heartbeat to begin with. So far the writing in 3H has been pretty good though there have been weak spots. I think that CF final scene was put in more because it "felt right" than because it was logical. it fits with edelgard's goals and what the route's been about. its just if you really think about it. It doesn't make sense based on what is already known. I mean crest stones could have other powers but I haven't seen that anywhere else in the game. As for the story as a whole, the main acting forces in the game are Edelgard+Empire, those who slither in the dark, and Rhea+Church. Claude also has his own ambitions, but those 3 are more deeply entwined. Each faction has its own goals and past and a good chunk of the game is figuring out what those are. Its also ironic that GD despite how Claude is not enmeshed in ... that other mess, sheds so much light on the other factions.

The main theme is probably about Rhea since it plays a lot during Rhea scenes and the church is a central focus of the story.

the "M-metal gear?!?!?!" moment will always be hilarious for me. On par with dollar store Hitler

Why is it Jeralt's voice on the map even after he dies?

God Shattering Star: How Many Times Do We Have to Teach You This Lesson, Old Man?

Dawn is a recurring motif in Fire Emblem: Three Houses. “the dawn of a new age” is or such is

Claude, a child loved and lonely

i think blue lions was written first. 1 the two monthly missions that have to do with students’ families are both in BL (Ashe and Sylvain). 2 two fairly important side characters at the monastery are related to BL students (Annette and Mercedes). Chapter 3 actually provides a intro for all the lords in their respective routes. Edelgard’s scene is serious but not especially sad, instead you can feel te fire burning within Edlegard and the scene shows how she’s willing to sacrifice the lives of those under her if she believes she is doing the right thing. Claude’s is actually quite light hearted in tone after the first few lines and it highlights the mystery surrounding him and makes him seem very sketchy. Chapter 3 in Blue Lions though is really sad. Ashe my baby boy. Here there is a sense of tragedy in the post battle scene

oh there is another Claude loses his temper. Its when a bunch of thieves (badly) impersonate Almyrans and Claude is so offended they didn’t put enough effort into the act and that they’re weak.

Major Player Goals

Rhea: revive Mother

Edelgard: take down the Church and crest system

Agartha: vengeance on the Nabateans

Claude: usher in a new age of tolerance and prosperity for humanity

Dimirti: keep afloat???

CHURCH SKETCH AF. Rhea always raised the hair on the back on my neck. I mean even in ch3 the first real mission. We're being used as a personal assassination squad because Lonato threatens Rhea's power. and then she's like. This is a public execution to give an example of what happens when you defy the church. and I was like !!!!!!! let's mentally/emotionally scar a bunch of teenagers into fearing the wrath of the church. Rhea: prosecutor, defense, jury, judge

I remember ranting about revolution and society in fire emblem games before having played this one, and wow intsys made a game for me

Ignatz and Raphael. I must protect both of them. sweet sweet boys. Raphael has the biggest heart and Ignatz just wants to help. Team Protect Raphael's Heart. Raphs is pretty emotionally mature too. he gives warm fuzzy vibes. Ignatz takes on so many burdens and clams up about his own pain. He doesn't place any importance on himself. Let my boy be an artist! Raphael certainly has pain, but he doesn't want a life where that pain rules over all else. Raphael is a force of GOOD I would have love to meet Lorenz's dad. I don't have high expectations of him, but I'm curious. we've heard so many different things about him. And he's one of the major actors of the story. But we also know so little about him.

o both Mercedes and Emile have the Lamine crest. If that came from their shared mother, why did House Martritz fall since she was heir? Possible answer sexism or finances. The other option is that both Bartels and Martritz have the Lamine bloodline. Also, Jeritza is younger than I thought he was Modern Advances in Missile System Engineering Wade and Kruger 7e 2XXX

Schöner, Alexa, and ZaiCheng Jun. "Applications of Dymanic Systems Theory in Autonomous Bipedal Assault Units". Journal of Robotics 18.4 (2XXX): 157-170.

I think I'm hilarious. heh. Imagine though, While digging around Shambhala Claude finds these and everyone is just confused because it looks like their language???? and yet the words! they dont make sense!

I didn’t really care when hubert died in VW, but edelgard's death hit me you know. Because both claude and edelgards ambitions are to tear down the old system. and seeing edelgard in that armor. Its like the timeskip all over again. Part 2 begins and you relize how much all the characters have grown. And while you werent looking edelgard has been going through her own journey. When you fight her shes wearing armor with elements from both the flame emperor and her part 2 outfit yeah edelgard is yikes. i agree with her goals but her disregard for yhe lives under her concerns me. And between her tendency to brute force solutions, those who slither in the dark, and the empires situation, I think she was doomed to fail from the start

When Claude ... half jokes??? that Hilda can grasp his throat, is that connected to how Fodlan's Locket (in Fodlan's Throat) is under house Goneril control?

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem #fe #fe3h

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baka-tsumibito · 6 years ago

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VKC/VME SECRET SANTA FIC 2018 [REPOST]

Couldn’t find it in the tags, so reposting! Let me know if you see it orz

Gift recipient: @foliefolio

This is for the wonderful Folie!! (Whose writing sustained me almost single-handedly since the end of the anime 😭) I can’t put into words how nerve-wracking writing this was, especially since I’ve had a ton of fic planned out that have gone unpublished for like...3-4 years?? Anyway, I guess this is finally my foray into ‘posting’ for VKC....and what better way to do it than to write for my idol ✨ !! I love you so much Folie, and I hope this suits your tastes. (And feel free to say if it doesn’t!!! I had a bunch of other ideas, and have another idea draft written out 😂) You’ve been such a big inspiration to me for the past ~16 months ❤️ I hope I can keep reading your writing for a long time to come!!! (Especially Vatican fics ehehe) And above all, I hope your holidays went wonderfully!!✨

(and if you didn’t see this yesterday, I’m sorry it’s late!!!!!!!)

The prompt was pretty open, and suggested some seasonal touches such as Christmas in Rome, night, gold, bells, cold, etc. I think I used most of them to be honest! There is quite a bit of ahem, non-2019-tumbr-appropriate content, so be warned (I was rather careful with the vocabulary though *shrugs*). Actually, 3/4 of it is priests doing the do, with lots of gratuitous Hiraga family mentions (JIN IS CANNON AND I LOVE HIM). [I guess I’ve never really posted publicly above my love for VKC, but I am a die-hard HiraRobe (esp. bottom Roberto) lover. Roberto will eventually cry (before/during/after or all 3) when they consummate their relationship 100%. I don’t think I did my thoughts of them justice here, and if I ever manage to publish again, there will definitely be more angst ; __ ; (There also needs to be more weirdness/religion too.) My current biggest thing is Vatican politics, and the logistics of priests in relationships despite their vows, how they make moral justifications and types of penance etc.etc. which I did not go into almost at ALL, so yeah...] Tumblr formatting is not ideal, so this will probably go up on AO3 once I get a chance to edit. I have a ton of miscellaneous commentary too, so that’ll probably be there as well. Sorry for the long preface, onto the actual gift! [Couldn’t find the read more button, I’m sorry :’) ] *** The winter wind is cold and brisk, blowing across the balcony and permeating the thin blanket draped around Roberto’s shoulders, useless against the frigid air. He cannot hold back a shiver, then another, and he desperately wishes for some form of heat. The door slides open and shut behind him with a click, bringing no respite from the chill. Hiraga, then? Both his brother and his father are asleep in the room behind him. Roberto had been nodding off on the sofa himself, but despite the late hour, it’s time for him to go and give the family some privacy.

Hiraga would be against that; luckily, Roberto can try to convince him out here, in the relative privacy of the balcony. Only God will be their witness – and perhaps, the smoker in the hotel across the way if he stays out much longer. “Roberto,” Hiraga murmurs at his back, arms wrapping around his middle and firmly anchoring themselves around his torso.

Oh.

Perhaps it is not time for this particular discussion then. Maybe, Roberto can allow himself to indulge for a few minutes. But alas, nothing with Hiraga ever seems to go according to plan. For Hiraga’s hands are already beginning to wander, and with them Roberto’s composure is already starting to break. “Hiraga,” Roberto begins, train of thought nearly derailing when a fingertip purposefully flicks against a hardened nub. He supresses a sigh. “Isn’t this a little…” Tasteless? Improper? Ryouta is on the other side of the balcony door, in their room; so is Hiraga Jin –

(kind, wonderful Hiraga Jin who had spoken with him about opera for hours at length, only pausing for a second when Roberto shuddered, expression falling, at the mention of Puccini who had followed Rossini, Verdi and before that,Weber, Wagner and Wetz and Jin had been delighted to find Roberto knew even obscure German composers “Ah, I suppose no Tosca for you then, Roberto-kun,”and when Roberto smiled back weakly, almost in apology,

“That’s alright,” he murmured consolingly. “I can’t say I’m very fond of Madama Butterfly myself.”)

– Jin who has shown nothing but tremendous kindness to Roberto from the moment they met in the train terminal. Jin, who Roberto has only known personally for less than twenty hours and is desperately trying impress, and keep face in front of him at the very minimum. (Jin, who had smiled at Roberto with as much kindness as either of his sons after a single conversation; who had welcomed him into the family – immediately, as Roberto would find out from the paperwork he would receive a few weeks later – Jin, who had insisted Roberto call him by his given name, insisting that any other title would be too stuffy and that one “Hiraga” was more than enough.) (And Hiraga, his lovely partner Hiraga, had made an undecipherable expression upon realizing he was now the only one being referred to by surname.) Ryouta and Jin are only separated from them by a glass door; Hiraga’s delicate hands are currently worming their way through the layers of blanket and underclothes to Roberto’s skin and he can’t— “Hiraga…!”

We can’t, Roberto needs to tell him, not here. No matter how much his body desires, blood thrumming through his veins at the proximity he has barely had enough days to get used to, if at all– since Hiraga kissed him on the stroke of midnight as the crowds on the television in front of them began screaming in celebration, soft mouth pressing against Roberto’s frozen smile, still with surprise and fear, buried underneath the building euphoria – since Hiraga took his bare hand a day later, telling him “My family is coming to Italy to celebrate with us; won’t you join me?” And Roberto hadn’t known what to do with the burst of adrenaline that sent his heart pounding loud enough to drown out Hiraga’s soft explanations of travel plans and cheap hotel rooms post-holiday season – since Hiraga had shown up at his door at 5:50 in the morning, dressed casually but smartly as he usually did on their days off together, taken one look at the circles under Roberto’s eyes and dragged him back to bed (where they had laid together and Roberto hadn’t managed much rest at all when they were forced to rise or be late to Rome) – since touching Hiraga to his heart’s desire became allowed, and now Roberto feels the precarious grip on his self-control he has clung to all this time begin to slip. “Roberto…” comes Hiraga’s voice, cutting quietly through the night air. Rome is much more crowded than the Vatican. Booking a room on an upper floor has its advantages, Roberto muses in an attempt to distract himself from the warmth and pressure at his back. The night view is rather enchanting, what with the colorful array of lights spreading out in the distance. “Roberto..!” Hiraga calls more insistently this time, startling Roberto out of his reverie. He is not accustomed to being ignored, and Roberto must apologize. A kiss to his spine signals that he is forgiven. Roberto lets out a sigh in response. “Bend down please,” Hiraga murmurs at his back, and Roberto reflexively complies. As he slowly hunches over the railing, Hiraga’s lips find the back of his neck. Roberto shivers, not out of cold alone. Each kiss leaves a trail of ice in its wake, as Hiraga makes his way down the slope of one shoulder, then the other. His fingers are occupied with Roberto’s buttons, and as they slowly come undone, more and more skin is revealed to the biting wind, immediately covered by Hiraga’s eager mouth. After some time, Hiraga begins to tire of this, and slips both arms under Roberto’s shirt. He cannot supress a whimper. Thus spurred on, Hiraga’s hands come to rest on his bare chest, caressing him lightly. Still, there is intent behind each stroke, and as one hand flits over his hardened nipple, the other slips lower, stroking the curves of Roberto’s torso and muscles as it descends down his stomach. “…ah… Hiraga, w-wait…” Roberto stifles a gasp as a fingertip brushes the skin along his waistband. Don’t stop, he contradicts himself internally. Please don’t let go of me. He wonders if Hiraga can hear him anyway, intuiting his desires, but reluctantly, Hiraga’s hands do come to a halt before pulling away entirely. “Nnn…!” Roberto lets out unintentionally. The movement of Hiraga’s arms has caused the blanket to shift, leaving his upper body uncovered, bare from the shoulders where Hiraga had worried at the skin with his lips. They are only apart for a few moments, though it is enough for a sudden draft to send him shivering. Hiraga struggles with something behind him. “It’s alright,” Hiraga soothes, “It’s alright. Roberto.” He returns with the blanket, fumbling to wrap it snuggly around the two of them together. Roberto begins to find this struggle endearing as his bare skin is covered once more, although Hiraga’s comfort takes priority. He twists around slightly intending to take over, but Hiraga’s palms come to rest on his shoulder blades, stopping him halfway. “Let me please,” he chastens. Who is Roberto to say no? “Alright,” he allows. He strains to keep still, as his instincts urge him to turn around, to take Hiraga into his arms and keep him there indefinitely. If only, if only… Hiraga’s fussing continues on, and Roberto’s left hand is captured by both of Hiraga’s during the struggle, right hand bracing them both against the railing. Their entwined limbs are somehow even colder – an uncomfortable cold Roberto cannot shake off when Hiraga’s fingers glide away to continue tucking the sheet elsewhere. He struggles to shake his hand free – an attempt to bring it up to his lips and warm it with his breath – but when his hand emerges from the tangle, Roberto’s eyes immediately zero in on the metal band settled snugly around his finger. Behind him, Hiraga has stilled; finished fiddling with the blanket then, or waiting for Roberto’s reaction? A quick glance tells him that the sheet is stretched taut around his chest, already beginning to slide down and bringing his unbuttoned shirt with it. Hiraga is a priest; he has, then, undoubtedly attended the same classes Roberto has, and Roberto aches, aches, to believe that not even Hiraga would mistake the significance of putting a ring. on someone’s. left.

(ring finger) He desperately wants to see what expression Hiraga is wearing at the moment, but his partner’s face is currently buried between Roberto’s shoulder blades, showing no signs of emerging. His own face must look something scary, for Roberto can feel himself start to tear up, wind attacking him mercilessly and deepening the ache. Roberto struggles to rotate his upper body, disturbing Hiraga’s careful wrapping and unsettling his hiding spot. With this new angle, his hip is digging into the metal bars of the railing. Roberto pays it no mind, cupping Hiraga’s cheeks and bringing their gazes level. Hiraga is flushed, eyes darting left and right before slowly looking up at Roberto through his long lashes. His chin is lowered, and he is biting his lip. Goodness, how many times must he be told not to, Roberto thinks with a level of fondness. He reaches out to free Hiraga’s poor lip with his left arm, and both of their eyes are drawn to the shining ring. Hiraga lets out a deep breath. “I,” Hiraga falters, looks away. “Is it… alright now? That is, to…” His voice is soft from embarrassment, but hope shines through in his gaze, drilling holes into Roberto’s breastbone. Roberto cannot tear his eyes away. He gently calls for Hiraga’s attention, and Hiraga jerks his head up, making eye contact. Roberto can spot the moment Hiraga begins to panic, eyes dilating in alarm – after all, Hiraga has always been weak to crying, and Roberto has felt the urge to bawl building since that precious celebratory kiss. “Yes,” Roberto breathes, somewhat tearfully. “I could never say no to you.” Hiraga makes to wipe Roberto’s eyes, but pauses halfway. Roberto can only hold still, anticipation rising with each passing second…… until Hiraga raises himself on his toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, fisting the fabric pooled at Roberto’s waist. *** Hiraga’s lips flutter around the shell of Roberto’s ear, and he whines, softly. He can feel Hiraga, pressing into his hip unashamedly. He craves it, has been craving it maybe since they began their partnership, when Roberto began to feel like the hole in his chest could possibly be filled by the presence of this wonderful man. But right now, they’re outside and clearly visible to anyone who might happen to be watching. The alternative is a room containing the two people he wishes to impress the most, Hiraga’s family. There is no escape. And what about preparation? He hasn’t, oh heavens, hasn’t cleaned, has nothing to ease the slide of Hiraga inside of him, and what if it chafes? Hiraga would hurt, and they’d never attempt it again out of fear, and maybe regret – And what of their respective positions? Caught up by the mood, Roberto has forgotten – or purposefully put aside, as he can never truly forget – what of their vows? Hiraga has told him, the moment reality and dread set in after the midnight kiss, that the Church and God are separate; that God will forgive them this, will grant them this much, that love is beautiful in all forms. He’d quoted scripture and philosophies en masse and while Roberto had been struggling to wrap his aching head and heart around them, daring to hope, he’d forgotten to consider why Hiraga had done so much research. Now, it was all coming back to bite him. Not yet, his heart whimpers. We can’t, not until – until what? Will discussing his deepest fears quell the clamour in his heart, the noise that has refused to subside through time and effort? Hiraga bites down, drawing Roberto out of his spiralling thoughts. His ear stings pleasantly, Hiraga soothing the bite with tiny licks. Not wanting his dismay to be noticed, Roberto turns fully away, grasping the rail with a quiet click from the ring. If Hiraga has noticed anything, he stays quiet, only pressing even closer, throbbing length nudging the backs of Roberto’s legs. Ah. What if he took me like this?

And Roberto imagines Hiraga, slick between his thighs, hidden from any prying eyes by the folds of the sheet carefully draped around their waists. He visualizes the slide, smooth and warm, and aches in empathy. He’d have to cover his face, hide his expression, his tears borne from enjoyment and desire. He keens softly, and Hiraga’s arms tighten around his torso. “Roberto,” Hiraga pants, breathing rather heavily. “Let me see your face please.” And Roberto’s plans go out the figurative window .“…Alright,” he swallows, grasping the blanket and desperately trying to compose his expression while Hiraga manoeuvres him eagerly until they are face-to-face. He ducks his head, and Hiraga takes the opportunity, pushing forward until their lips meet tenderly in their first proper kiss of the night. It does not last nearly long enough. Roberto is left to savour the taste of Hiraga on his lips as Hiraga’s mouth wanders, destination clearly in mind. Roberto’s body takes this moment to remind him that a certain areahas been lacking attention; with a cry, his lower body jerks forward when Hiraga’s teeth brush the spot where jaw meets neck. His front, bulging prominently, hits something – Hiraga’s leg? – and he rushes to apologize. “Ah..Hiraga! I’m sorry—ahh!” Unbothered, Hiraga continues to move lower, shifting his stance until they are touching, chest to groin to thigh. Roberto can’t help but moan at the pressure, their hardness aligned as much as possible with their differences in height. Hiraga rolls his hips forward, lips buried in the crook of Roberto’s neck. Roberto presses his face to Hiraga’s hair. He cannot stifle the outpouring of groans and embarrassing noises he is producing in the face of such intense pleasure. “Ngh, aah… Hiraga, Hiraga, Hiraga…” Hiraga’s name is a litany of pleas on Roberto’s lips. Hiraga shudders in euphoria, rubbing their hips together. Calling his name in return. “Roberto...!” Hiraga pulls away, and the feeling of loss on Roberto’s neck is palpable, but then Hiraga presses their foreheads together and the pang is instantly soothed. Hiraga’s hand scrabbles with the too-tight front of Roberto’s pants. “May I? Please, I, oh, please allow me this…” he pleads, and Roberto has hardly breathed his assent before Hiraga is reaching into his undergarments and pulling him out rather hastily. But it’s enough, more than, even. “….Ah!” Roberto exclaims, head falling back. It’s been a very, very long time since he has touched himself this way; as little faith as he held in his own lifestyle, something about living up to Hiraga’s ideals (or so he imagined) had prevented him from indulging in this particular pleasure, at least in his conscious moments. In his sleep, he might be graced with Hiraga’s warmth only to regret his weakness in the morning, then spend days repenting. Or, he would find himself absently wondering about the stretch of his jaw when contemplating food, imagining the sensation of something inside him when cleaning the bidet (or using it). He’d promptly banish these thoughts, face flushed and guilt building, but. It was impossible to repress his sinful desires for long before they would surface, often at the most inconvenient of times. However, now he is keenly feeling the aftermath of abstaining. The pleasure is all-consuming. His body is ready to give in, limbs wound up tense, focus narrowed in on the tightness and particular sensation of Hiraga’s fist. But he cannot give in, not without giving something in return, not without seeing the rapture he is experiencing reflected in Hiraga’s own self. “Let me,” he rasps, fumbling towards Hiraga’s own straining erection. Hiraga sighs in response, pushing up into Roberto’s palm the moment he is freed. His free arm searches out Roberto’s, and Roberto starts as Hiraga winds their fingers together, jostling the cool metal around his ring finger already warming up in response to Hiraga’s touch. Hands clasped, they tug on each other frantically, racing to completion yet not awaiting the finish. “Roberto…” Hiraga exhales, smiling up at him. The city lights aren’t bright enough for Roberto to make out his eyes with their usual clarity, but they shine nonetheless. Hiraga is beautiful no matter where he is, Roberto reflects, and he leans in to capture that beauty for a fleeting moment. Hiraga kisses enthusiastically, all lips and tongue, and Roberto is content to let himself be kissed, thoroughly. Were this the private fantasy of his dreams, or the corner of his mind he dares not allow his mind to wander, he would take Hiraga’s jaw in hand and show him delicacy. Gentle, slow, yet warm… except, crouching on this freezing balcony, Hiraga is his only source of warmth, and Roberto desires his heat from his toes to his mouth to the depths of his core.

It is, he considers with what little sanity that remains, all too much. Hiraga has barely had his hands and lips on him, and Roberto is already at his limit, approaching climax at an alarming rate; he cannot spare anymore thoughts for the eyes that might be on them, whether it be the smoker from the hotel across the way, or even innocent Ryouta, who would surely come to resent him should he catch the two of them in such a compromising position. Roberto defiling his precious older brother – The sudden glare that blinds him even through his half-closed lids is regrettably not due to their climaxes. Roberto pulls away, however reluctantly, from Hiraga’s demanding kisses, letting go of Hiraga (to their mutual dismay) in order to lift the blanket even higher. He squeezes their entwined hands in apology; thankfully Hiraga does not respond by tightening his hand where it rests around Roberto.

The least he can do is shield Hiraga’s body from sight, as he scrambles for a way to do damage control, although the situation is not promising. Against him, Hiraga is pliant but confused as he tries to figure out where Roberto’s attention has gone. It takes a few, loaded moments before his attention is directed to the room behind him. By fault of pleasure or exhaustion, Roberto is not sure, his eyes take what feels like minutes to adjust. What had seemed blinding a few moments before is only a small lamp, mounted next to an empty armchair where Ryouta had curled up for the evening despite the inviting bed beside him. Jin takes up half of said bed now, spread out on top of the sheets and still in his day clothes. He doesn’t seem to have moved from where Roberto had last seen him before heading outside, unsure if pulling the blankets up around him would be too much, or. Well. All the more he should leave them be, before he intruded too much, Roberto had reasoned, then promptly fled to the balcony. Roberto stiffens as he spots Ryouta exit the bathroom, rubbing his eyes blearily and looking very much half-asleep. More or less relaxed, Hiraga leans against his chest, exuding more calm than Roberto feels as Ryouta climbs onto the bed and settles in next to his father. They observe silently for a little longer, perhaps bound by some mutual understanding built after years of partnership, watching him slip deeper into sleep. The lamp is left forgotten. Hiraga is the first to break the silence, laughing softly. He turns back to Roberto, looking pleased. “Roberto,” he begins. “Shall we head inside? So you don’t fall ill.”

How he is so unruffled when they were nearly caught in the act, Roberto cannot fathom. Still, he would hate to ruin the moment, to burst the bubble with whys and what ifs. Steeling himself, he leans in to rest their heads together. Moving their coupling into the room where Hiraga’s family is sleeping is unthinkable, and the inevitable end to their encounter if they do go inside hurts just as much. Hiraga’s hand is hot and fidgeting around him, and a distant part of Roberto is ashamed that his erection has not flagged in the slightest. Not yet. I don’t want this to end yet. “Hiraga,” Roberto tells him. “Please…don’t stop.” And with that, Roberto gently grabs Hiraga’s length, bringing them together; the heat of them combined is electric. He can hardly keep his eyes open wide enough to take in the details of Hiraga’s beautiful face: eyelids fluttering, mouth gasping, bangs sticking to his face with what must be a cold sweat. “Roberto…hnngh…” Hiraga groans, letting go and allowing Roberto to take care of bringing them over the edge. Roberto is infinitely grateful that Hiraga, intentionally or not, takes the blanket in hand briefly before allowing his free hand to roam around Roberto’s bare chest once more. It’s much warmer without the slick from their pre-cum freezing in the breeze. Hiraga’s hand wanders up to Roberto’s right cheek, pulling him back in for another kiss. He licks into Roberto’s mouth, tongue wandering up and down teeth, along the roof of his mouth, and twining their tongues together. The intensity of it all brings Roberto right back to the precipice he had been teetering on the edge of not long before. It’s all he can do to keep stroking them, although admittedly Hiraga thrusting against him is doing much more than the periodic buckling of his own hips. “Hiraga, Hiraga…” he whispers into the kiss, and Hiraga sucks Roberto’s tongue into his mouth. “Nnn…” When Hiraga pulls away, Roberto follows. The next words he speaks are against Roberto’s lips. “Roberto,” Hiraga forces out. “Please.” His voice takes on a deeper timbre, lower than Roberto has ever hear from him. It’s incredibly attractive, just as much as the near-growl that comes out next. “Please,” “call my name.” Roberto’s heart lurches. (And oh, if this hasn’t been building all day, since he’d caught Hiraga staring at them wistfully) (“Here, Roberto-nii-san!” “Thank you Ryouta-kun.”) ( “Has Kou been giving you much trouble, Roberto-kun?” “Not too much, Jin-san. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Right, Hiraga?”) ( “Onii-san, your expression is scary…”) A swell of affection rises in him, and Roberto presses his lips to Hiraga’s ear before he whispers, “Kou.” The effect is instantaneous; Hiraga cries out, jerks his hips into Roberto’s hand, and squeezes Roberto’s other palm. The ring digs into his skin, and the reminder that Hiraga had gotten him a ring paired with the sudden, aggressive crash of lips on his is enough to knock enough awareness into him. Oh, Roberto thinks, feeling somewhat removed. This isn’t a dream.

He’s embracing (making love to?) Hiraga for the first time; the thought consumes him, sends his eyes watering, and his body chooses that moment to give in. *** Roberto is vaguely conscious of Hiraga calling his name during his release. When Hiraga captures his lips once more, softly this time, he feels himself returning to the present. Hiraga pulls away gradually. “Have you come back to me yet?” he murmurs, and the words are endearing enough that Roberto kisses him again, and again, until his cooling body interrupts, and he must pull away to stifle a sneeze. “Oh, Roberto,” Hiraga says dreamily. Roberto stares at him. “You were so beautiful when you came.” Roberto cannot help the flush that rises to his cheeks, his ears, and quite possibly his neck too. The tears he has been holding in all night decide to overflow, much to his embarrassment. “Aah, uuuu…” Roberto turns his head to the side, extricating his left hand from Hiraga’s grasp to cover his face. Surprisingly, Hiraga lets him, and does not startle at the sight of his tears. Instead, he wraps both arms around Roberto’s waist and holds him close.

It’s warm. What is also warm – and somehow still not deflating – is Hiraga’s member, still grasped in Roberto’s grip with his own, softening and growing oversensitive, length. Hiraga has not come yet. Staring at the crown of Hiraga’s head, Roberto’s muddled mind reaches this conclusion much too slowly. Mustn’t it be painful? Why hadn’t he said – this is Hiraga, selfless to a fault. Of course he hadn’t said anything. Roberto must take care of him. It’s partially a selfish desire: what face would Hiraga make, trembling in the arms of ecstasy? How would his limbs tense, back arch, expression contort? Would he come with Roberto’s name on his lips, begging for a kiss, or for release? Roberto needs to find out. “Hiraga,” he says, letting go of them at last. Hiraga whimpers, face still hidden in Roberto’s chest. “Hiraga,” he tries again, this time moving to release Hiraga’s tight grip around his back. Hiraga does not give. “Yes yes,” he wants to laugh, but settles for pressing a kiss to Hiraga’s hair part, then suddenly drops to his knees. Hiraga’s hands, now left grasping at empty air, immediately find purchase in Roberto’s curls. Roberto takes a second to look up at him, framed by several lights from surrounding buildings and the clear night sky. Hiraga has always looked lovely, but this view of him, hair and clothing disheveled, zip opened and framing his aching hardness, staring down at Roberto with eyes filled with something he desperately wishes is love, this view of him is nothing short of angelic. He commits the view to memory as he leans forward to nuzzle Hiraga’s shaft. “Roberto…” Hiraga sounds dazed. Roberto’s tongue darts out to lick along a protruding vein, and Hiraga’s hips buck forward. “Roberto!” But Roberto gives him no time to apologize. He takes the head – that had only nudged his cheek – into his mouth, and sucks. Hiraga hisses, fingers tightening in his hair. “R-Roberto…it’s aaah… so w-warm…” Hiraga stutters, hips moving erratically. Roberto’s hands reach up from where they grip Hiraga’s thighs to trace his protruding hipbones. Remembering himself, Roberto’s dominant hand dips down to cup, then gently tug on Hiraga’s balls. Hiraga sighs. They are already wound close to his body; is he close? More than likely, Roberto assumes. While Hiraga has been surprising him left and right recently, the idea of Hiraga getting himself off frequently enough to build up a decent amount of stamina is still improbable, at best. Roberto mulls this over while taking Hiraga further into his mouth, redirecting his line of sight low enough to ensure his lips stayed folded over his teeth. Hiraga is part of the science division, and Roberto would not be surprised at this point if their personal doctrine concerning abstinence is less strict than what is expected by the Church. For ah, health reasons, perhaps. After all, the human body is designed for periodic release and tension does build up. But Hiraga is not good at taking care of his own needs, Roberto muses as he bobs his head. Hiraga cries out his name above him. Occasionally perchance, but Hiraga touching himself with any degree of frequency is about as unbelievable as Hiraga having a wedding night… and Roberto’s pace falters as the band on his finger grows unbelievably heavy. Hiraga strokes through Roberto’s hair, and it serves as a reminder to concentrate on his task. Thoughts of how Hiraga gets himself off, and what Hiraga’s intentions are should be saved for later, in the privacy of his home. Or, ah, bed. Roberto makes a questioning sound, almost as if to say does it feel good? and Hiraga groans before telling him yes, of course--oh!.. yes, very much so--ahhh... If only he could take him all the way down, Roberto despairs, but his jaw is already nearing its limits. He swallows in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure – but this must feel incredibly good, as Hiraga’s hands clench in a vice grip. His hips pick up the pace and Roberto keeps himself still as to let Hiraga take his pleasure. Roberto, Roberto, Roberto….. Hiraga calls out his name over and over, and Roberto wishes for this to last just a little longer. Hiraga’s hips stutter, and Roberto takes over as best he can, until he can taste Hiraga’s release pouring down his throat. He comes rather silently, Roberto notices, staring up at the long line of Hiraga’s throat. His expression is hidden by his chin and his hair, Roberto observes regretfully. Either way, he is still the most beautiful sight Roberto has ever laid eyes upon. He keeps his lips fastened around Hiraga until he has emptied himself. Roberto gently licks him clean before pulling off and swallowing the load. He stays on his knees, staring up at Hiraga and gently stroking his legs until Hiraga comes back to himself, looks down at Roberto in awe and tugs on him lightly until Roberto gets to his feet. Hiraga leans against him as Roberto wipes first his hand, then Hiraga’s softening shaft with the dirtied blanket. Hiraga’s warmth is akin to a fire, and Roberto basks in it (being outside shirtless in January means it is most likely his sense of temperature that is off). He won’t regret anything if he gets sick, although maybe if either of them had had more presence of mind, they would have made better use of the now-sticky blanket. Hiraga takes hold of a corner to wipe up the small smear he made under Roberto’s eye. Roberto tries to tidy them up as best he can, tucking them carefully inside their underwear, closing buttons and zippers and hiding skin once more. And combing through hair (or at least Hiraga’s; with the way Hiraga had been tugging on his own, he’s not sure he can face the damage without a mirror or two). He leaves his shirt half-buttoned, only for the way Hiraga’s gaze lingers (dare he say, appreciatively). Thus groomed, Hiraga leans in to kiss him. Roberto quickly reaches up to place three fingers on Hiraga’s lips. “Nn?” Hiraga looks up at him in surprise, thrown off. “I, I just…” Roberto does not know how to put this into words without embarrassing himself even further. He settles for pointing at his throat. “Swallowed..” Expression determined, Hiraga reaches up with unexpected strength, pulling Roberto’s fingers away and sticking his tongue inside Roberto’s mouth. He licks him more thoroughly than before, and Roberto is helpless to stop him, mind blank. “It’s alright,” Hiraga tells him as he pulls away, wiping a suspicious wetness off his bottom lip with his thumb. (Roberto doesn’t want to know.) “Of course I don’t mind that. I love you.” In the silence, neither of them expect the second deluge of tears of the night. Ashamed, Roberto prays for the earth to swallow him up. Maybe then, he can spend eternity contemplating Hiraga’s revelation, or giving thanks for this encounter. And then plead for a second. Hiraga leads Roberto, sobbing silently, inside. If the constantly-changing temperatures don’t make him sick, maybe dehydration will. He decides to turn a blind-eye to the blanket dumped on the floor between the empty bed and the wall – he does not have the energy to deal with it now. It is only when Hiraga pulls Roberto into his lap on the unoccupied bed that Roberto remembers his resolve to leave the family their privacy. It quickly crumbles faced with the stream of uninterrupted tears. Roberto is quick to hide his face in Hiraga’s arms. Hiraga strokes his head for as long as it takes Roberto to reign himself in. When his shoulders cease their trembling, at last Hiraga speaks: “Roberto? Did I do something wrong?... Have you, come to hate me?” Roberto’s head snaps up immediately. “No!” He takes a deep breath, and reminds himself to speak quietly as to not wake up the rest of the room. Hiraga’s face is already showing signs of relief.

“Of course not,” he continues in a whisper. “How could you think that? I,” and here Roberto pauses. This is not the ideal place to confess. Hiraga deserves much, much more than a sobbing mess and a soiled sheet on a cold balcony in an unfamiliar room, but. But.

Hiraga has given him so much today. (A confession, a ring, an experience of family. A hand, a mouth, and pleasure Roberto could never put into words.) It’s not fair to keep him waiting still.

“I love you more than anything,” Roberto confesses to him quietly. “I will never, ever come to hate you. I promise.” Hiraga smiles up at him, eyes glittering. “I know!” That throws Roberto off. “Eh?” Hiraga’s grin is infectious. “You told me earlier, when you, ah…” Hiraga’s eyes dart over to where his brother and father lie sleeping. He meets Roberto’s eyes, blushing slightly but with a playful smile. Roberto cannot believe his ears.

“I did?” Hiraga nods happily. “Ah. I see. How unfortunate,” Roberto continues. “I had hoped to remember at least that much.”

Hiraga nestles up to him, seemingly unphased. “It’s alright. I’d be happy to hear it again.”

And with that, every unsettled feeling in Roberto’s heart is swept away.

(I love you, he whispers, and will continue to all night, face hidden in Hiraga’s hair.)

Hiraga wipes away the wet streaks that adorn his face. They take a blanket from their own bed to cover Jin and Ryouta, lost in slumber. The lamp is switched off. The used blanket is adequately hidden, and Roberto washes his face while Hiraga dries his hands. Roberto runs his fingers through his hair, though it is likely a lost cause.

Once they’re done, Roberto allows Hiraga to tug him into their own bed with no complaints. He embraces him tightly.

“Hey,” Roberto whispers to him. “Let’s go buy your ring soon, alright?”

“Make,” Hiraga corrects sleepily, and Roberto is once again sent reeling. He holds Hiraga as he falls asleep, whispering promises of love, and tries to pray, to offer what thanks he can to God for this blessing. (The next day is truly just as exciting: Jin and Ryouta wake up disoriented but happy when they see the couple embracing in their sleep, Roberto discovers that his ring is gold – he won’t find the inscription within until they get home – and Hiraga gets flustered when Roberto calls him “Kou” in front of everyone. Hiraga gets teased about his new, form-fitting wardrobe much to Roberto’s delight, Jin tries to teach them all about adoption processes and family registries in Japan – to everyone but Hiraga’s confusion – and Roberto nearly damages something when he finds several red marks covering his nape, in plain view despite his shirt collar.)

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