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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Omovember, Omovember 2021, Omorashi, Desperation, Urination, Wetting, Holding Hands, Crush at First Sight, Paruresis, Awkwardness, Embarrassment, Not Beta Read, Don't Like Don't Read, Inspired by the Zelda's Response Meme Series: Part 2 of Zelda's Response to Link Holding Himself, Part 3 of Raashee's Omovember 2021 Summary:

Omovember 2021 Day 18: In front of a crush

Link clenched his fist as a physical diversion from moving his hand where he wanted, needed it to be. The sound of Zelda's cry for help had roused him abruptly from his sleep - and judging by her desperation in her voice had left him - he essentially jumped right out of bed and ran to the castle, leaving him little time to attend to any other matters. One of these particular matters was situated in his lower abdomen. He hadn't used the facilities since he had tucked himself into bed earlier that evening, and the neglect to take care of his urgent need crept up on him the further into the Castle he progressed.

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Would anyone prefer it if I crosspost my fics to this blog (instead of just posting a AO3 link)? Like I did when posting Allurement. I'd love to reach a wider audience and I understand if some people want to avoid AO3 for various reasons

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Omovember, Omovember 2021, Omorashi, Desperation, Urination, Wetting, sharing a toilet, Embarrassment, Awkwardness, The tiniest hint of watersports, First Kiss, Talking Link (Legend of Zelda), Not Beta Read, Don't Like Don't Read, Inspired by the Zelda's Response Meme Series: Part 1 of Zelda's Response to Link Holding Himself, Part 2 of Raashee's Omovember 2021 Summary:

Omovember 2021 Day 15: And there was only one toilet!

It was only after defeating Demise when Link realised just how badly he had to go. He'd been trapped on the Surface for quite some time, trying to chase after Ghirahim who kidnapped Zelda, shortly followed by the final showdown with Demise. He'd endured it throughout his farewells with Fi and Impa- but he was really struggling when it was just him and Zelda atop the Goddess statue. Link had casually suggested grabbing some clothes and stocking up on essentials if they were indeed going to settle on the Surface. To his relief, Zelda had bought it and they made their way up to the skies.

Of course, that was only half the truth; in reality, Link really, really had to pee.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Revali (Legend of Zelda), Mipha (Legend of Zelda), Daruk (Legend of Zelda), Urbosa (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Link (Legend of Zelda), Hestu (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Omorashi, Desperation, Urination, Embarrassment, Awkwardness, Situational Humiliation, Revali (Legend of Zelda) Being an Asshole, Selectively Mute Link (Legend of Zelda), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Not Beta Read, Don't Like Don't Read, Chapter 3: Freeing Korok Forest but make it omo Summary:

Up until Mipha terminated the otherwise silence in their woods-wandering, the lack of environmental distractions had honed his focus entirely to his steadily filling bladder. Revali tried his very best to maintain composure whilst walking. Every so often he felt pulses in his lower abdomen that caused him to shiver. His previous pompous strides transitioned to stiff shuffles - the more time that passed, the more he doubted himself if he was still walking naturally or if he conspicuously resembled a Rito in urgent need to relieve his bladder.

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First Line of Your Last Twenty Stories

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!

I'll be doing this in order of my AO3 page

Perfect (L/oZ:S/S Ze/link non-omo one-shot): One second Li/nk was standing on the goddess statue listening to Zel/da ramble on about using the sailcloth, the next second he was sailing down towards the ground, limbs flailing about.

Allurement (BE Bon/Rin omo long-fic): “Keep it down! They might hear us!” Sug/uro hissed at R/in, sitting beside him.

Shocking Discoveries (Bt/tF:TG 1931!Mam/mett omo two-shot): Boy, what a day it has been.

Puzzling Jeans (P/L:MM Ran/Lay omo one-shot): Her/shel’s pen glided nimbly across the page, a finger tucking itself under the page as he reached the end of the page.

Hardcore Max (L/iS Price/field omovember): “Urgh, this can’t be happening!” M/ax slumped her head on the glove compartment.

Hypoxia (L/oZ:SS Li/nk omovember): Once Li/nk had reached close enough to the El/din column, he hopped off his loftwing,  spreading his arms wide as he slowly but gracefully descended into the El/din region.

Gullible (DD/ADDS Ern/est omovember): "Dude, how long is this gonna take?" Ern/est whined, kicking the ground.

What a Turn-off (BG/HK Yama/suda omovember): The night had finally arrived: Christmas eve.

A Break, Please? (V/LD Sh/iro omo one-shot): The objective set out for today was to form Vo/ltron.

Secret Indulgence (V/LD Pi/dge omo one-shot): Class was over and while Pi/dge was a little disappointed the time flew by so quickly, it was evident that two certain cadets in her class were glad for that bell.

Cooking Troubles (BE R/in omo one-shot): Today called for celebration.

Wetting Room (BE Bon/Rin omo one-shot): Standing at the reception desk, while waiting for the kind lady to find their appointment slot and the name of their specialist on the system, was a challenge to R/in.

Testing Limits (P/L:MM Ran/Lay omovember): So far, the day had been normal.

Complexities of Sheikah Clothing (L/oZ:HW Zel/da omovember): “The enemies have set up base in Hy/rule Cas/tle! If we are to succeed, we need to take back what’s rightfully ours!”

Locking up (Y/OI Ota/Yuri omovember): Yu/ri had waited until the early hours into the morning.

Solace (BE Bon/Rin omovember): Warmth.

Blame it on Rin's Tail (BE Bon/Rin omovember): It was still early.

Piss your Pants! (BE Bon/Rin omovember): "I still don't understand why we have to help clean up this mess!"

Arising and Arousing Predicaments (BG/HK Yama/suda omovember): She told me to meet her in our form room...

Sudden Desperation (F/ree! Momot/arou omovember) “Miko/shiba, you did great!”

Tbf I can't notice any patterns, I tend to alternate between short sentences, long ones and opening quotes! My favourite is probably the Solace one lmao, just from that one-word line alone it makes it sound like a deep angsty Bon//Rin fic when it's actually just Su/guro peeing in his sleep xD (apologies if the slashes made it hard to read, had to do it so it doesn't appear in main fandom tags :s)

I'll tag: @mrslittleleaks, @omoyasha, @omowritingprompts, @thesecretomoblog, @marzipanpear

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I adore it 🥺🥺 Thank you so much!!!

A commission for lovely @omoraashee-creatives

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Hypoxia and 4 please (MrsLittleleaks)

First ask of the year!! Thank you for the ask Little! <3

4. What's your favourite line of dialogue?

Hypoxia has limited dialogue haha but I guess this is my fave!

“Heyyyy! Long time no see! ..Huh, don’t tell me ya forgot my ugly mug! I’m Plats, the Mogma you helped in the northern temple! I saw them draggin’ you off unconscious, so I tailed ‘em! You’re pretty fearless, eh? And I’m definitely not talking about what happened a minute ago. What are you up to now? I mean, before all this.” Plats rambled, trying his best to act as natural as possible.

If you're interested in reading the fic, you can read it here!

#self reblog #Fic: Hypoxia

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I’m gonna be answering all the questions (from this post I reblogged recently) for my ongoing fanfic Allurement. My omo girl said she sent in a message asking for all the questions but I think tumblr ate the message :/

Since my answers are likely to be long & deep, they’re under the cut!

Keep reading

#reblog from my other omo blog #(I was just reminiscing about my fic and I remembered this post of mine) #(it's so interesting to read my thoughts about my fic 4 years ago) #(I agree with all my answers tbh feelings have remained unchanged) #Fic: Allurement

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Same please, and maybe a new tunic too...

You’ve become your icon and you have the same situation as the icon you have.

How fucked up are you?

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~Allurement~ Chapter 13/13

Read from the start!

Chapter 12

Summary: It was hard to believe how far they had come; they merely began their journey to become exorcists almost a year ago. Upon their first interaction, they assumed they would be mortal enemies throughout the duration of their training at cram school and beyond. Against all odds, their unexpected yet unbreakable attraction for one another was incredulous, even to themselves. It was an allurement like no other, in many ways implausible but other ways so logical.

However, neither would trade it for the world.

Without his father passing away, Suguro and Rin would have never met. That thought sent shivers down his spine. Where would he be right now without the love of his life? He depended on the Rooster boy so incredibly much; he couldn’t imagine how he lived 14 years of his life without him. Likewise for Suguro, had he not decided against his parent’s wishes to train to become an exorcist, he wouldn’t have felt so incredibly happy and content with life as he was at this moment.

[Content warning for referenced past character death]

Chapter 13: Confessions

“How is Suguro these days? I hardly see him around here…” Yukio asked; his small-talk was a subtle attempt at breaking the otherwise would-be silence as he upturned Rin’s collar and wrapped the left side of the tie over the right.

“That’s because you are hardly around!” , on any other day, would have the younger Okumura’s ideal answer to his older brother’s question.

Given the nature of today, both brothers knew that snarky retorts, arguments, and potential fights would be deemed vastly inappropriate. If they had to get along on any day, it would certainly be today.

“He’s busy, most of the time. I only really get to see him at lunch and cram school nowadays. He’s always chasing after Lewin’s ass.” Rin decided to answer, after a few moments.

A polite chuckle, if not forced, escaped Yukio’s throat. “It appears that he has wholly fallen for Arc Knight.”

“I swear, he has!” Rin threw his head back in frustration. “He keeps denying it, which irritates me.”

“I do wonder why that irritates you…” Yukio pushed up the fastened tie to the collar.

Rin promptly brought his head back, looking dead straight at his brother. “If you’re going to imply anything about being jealous, no I’m NOT.” He curtly replied, with a pout to his lips. Averting his gaze, he continued. “That doesn't bother me. What does bother me, however, is how he always denies his little crush just because he thinks it means he’s being disloyal to me. Which it isn’t.”

After adjusting the tie, Yukio lowered his hands from Rin’s neck and moved back a step to give him a one-over. To fill the silence, Rin continued. “He wouldn't two-time, even if it killed him. That much I know” Rin’s voice was ignited with full and overwhelming certainty. “Besides, it can't be helped if someone gets a crush while in a relationship. We’re all human. I mean, look at me for an instance-”

Rin paused momentarily as he realised that this was perhaps the first time he’d opened up about his crush on Shiemi - and more importantly, opened up about anything to Yukio in a long while. He debated on whether to continue; he took Yukio’s silence as a sign to finish the line of conversation. “Um, I mean, my crush on Shiemi.” The raven-haired boy clarified.

Yukio had to know. He had to know. Everyone at cram school - and a few of his classmates at True Cross Academy - had stated that he made it painfully obvious that he had feelings for his blonde best friend. He was pretty certain that Yukio snuffed it out during Rin and Shiemi’s first encounter.

“I… I’m over that now.” Rin’s features morphed into somber, the previous daydreams of holding her hand, caressing her cheek, tucking a stubborn lock of hair behind her ear played in his mind.

At times, he felt unfaithful. When the exwires would eat lunch together, he’d be sitting next to Suguro- the ever-so-wonderful boyfriend that he was - yet, his eyes would be fixated not at him; rather, they’d be fixated in her direction, watching her feed Izumo lunch and chatting with the others. Suguro would notice - of course, he would; it was an unspoken truth. Yet, the taller boy understood and acknowledged the crush, at the very least never wanting to speak against it. When he caught himself in the act, Rin forced himself to pry his eyes away from her. This formed part of the process of unwinding the fond, tangled, tightly-bound feelings he harboured for the ex-tamer - that of which was slow and agonising.

Over time, it became a background process, and soon enough, it sprung to mind recently that the feelings that were once so strong present had become unwound entirely. He’d look at the girl and see the best friend; the previous dreamy image of her had detached and dissipated.

“I had no choice but to get over her,” Rin added, in light of his reflection. “In the long-run, it would have been more damaging to still like her, whilst at the same time, also loving...” He fell short of his sentence, his eyes widening a smidge.

Rin sighed, albeit shakily. He came to terms with the fact that he was, indeed, in love with Suguro a little while ago; he’d admitted his deeply-wound feelings in his head plenty. But admitting it out loud was an entirely difficult ordeal. The reasoning was inexplicable. Was it simply fear? Perhaps anxiety? There was nothing to fear at their stage of the relationship. In the natural course of a relationship, this would normally be the next step. Nonetheless, it was daunting for Rin to do so; which is ironic because he dared to kiss the damn boy in front of the whole class, ask him out in front of his closest friends and officialise their relationship within a crowd of strangers just fine.

Confessing those three simple but crucial words was, well, not simple at all.

He knew he had to, at some point. Maybe today was finally the day to do so?

Perhaps he’d confess to Suguro that he’d fallen deeply in love with him after they arrived back. It would be wise to deal with one heavy topic at a time.

Yukio cleared his throat. “I think we should leave now.” A hand gingerly rested on Rin’s shoulder; Yukio removed the hand as quickly as he placed it there. At the very least, Yukio was trying to be polite, which Rin appreciated despite their drift apart as siblings. Slipping on their black Epsom coats and formal shoes, they left the dorm in silence and made their way towards the True Cross Graveyard.

It was surreal to the Okumura brothers - and the many others who knew him - that today marked the anniversary of the day their beloved father spared his life for Rin’s. It had only felt like yesterday that the traumatising incident of Satan possessing Fujimoto unfolded in front of Rin’s eyes, the very same event that was stuck in an endless loop and would replay over and over again every night for the younger Okumura. As time passed, the frequency of the nightmares would decrease yet it never decreased the strength of his resolve to avenge his father.

Rin was stunned that Yukio remembered today was the anniversary at all. Up until the evening before, there was no mention of it nor any plans to visit him. However, it seemed that even the glasses-donned brother was capable of freeing up some space within his insanely packed schedule of going on missions, teaching classes, and attending regular school classes to make time for his father. Yukio was capable of being a human being after all.

Although Rin wished that their visits were more frequent, he realised he should be at the very least grateful that Yukio could make an exception today.

Walking around the grounds of the graveyard, Rin was met with various flashbacks to his father’s funeral. There was a huge gathering - far greater than he expected. People from the local church community as well as the majority of the True Cross Order had attended. It was extremely touching that this many people cared about Fujimoto. His deep thoughts were interrupted when Yukio came to an abrupt stop, causing Rin to bump into his back. The raven-haired brother blinked and turned to his right, realising they had arrived at his grave already.

Above the grounds where their father’s body lay eternally dormant, a large glossy-black kerbed memorial stood before them. Thanks to Fujimoto’s high status, the memorial was built and placed quite shortly after ordering. That was maybe 10 months ago, yet the inscription etched onto the headstone seemed just as intact as the day the memorial was set up.

May 10th 1959 - April 4th 2010

Here lies Fujimoto Shiro

251st Paladin of the True Cross Order, a father, priest, teacher, and friend to all.

“I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

-Psalm 23:6

Shiro’s grey hairs, prominent wrinkles, and growing chronic health issues had certainly brought about the question of the inevitable. The frequency of funeral and death-related discussions increased over time, to which Shiro disengaged. Unfortunately for them, that meant an inconvenient lack of concrete funeral plans set in place for when the time did arrive. When discussing the contents of the epitaph, Rin had suggested uplifting a passage from the bible. The one that ended up being submitted was one they deemed the most appropriate, given that he passed away in the church.

The Okumura brothers lost track of time they spent crouching beside the grave. Rin had leaned his body forward to spread his fingers and press them with dear might as he trembled against the gravestone. Yukio had merely placed a hand on the very top, his head hung down as he remained lost in thought. Though Rin couldn’t see, he could very well imagine the same expressionless face his younger brother always held.

Where were the tears from releasing the pent-up inner torment? The never-ending bawling from holding back a year’s worth of deep grieving? It astounded Rin that, even when presented an opportunity to actually grieve openly, Yukio was still incapable of showing any emotion. Becoming an exorcist at a young age well and truly messed with him. Rin was too invested in his sobbing to be angry at Yukio for the lack of his.

Sniffing, Rin glanced over to his brother, who had seemed to receive a message on his phone and was pulling it out. Yukio stared at the screen for a few moments, a few drops of rain falling onto the screen.

With a sniff, Yukio mustered all the energy he could and rose to his feet slowly, pocketing his phone. “Rin, I have to go.” He breathed.

“Where? I thought you cleared your schedule for today.”

“This is urgent.” Yukio sneezed twice immediately after that statement.

“Are you getting a cold?” If he was, it’s no wonder he was en route to being ill; both boys were completely drenched head to toe from the previous rainstorm. “You need to rest if you’re unwell.”

“Goodbye Rin.”

Rin didn’t have the strength to argue back, despite wanting to know what could be more important than the death anniversary of their father, and instead stated that he would stay with Fujimoto for a little while longer. Yukio placed his hand on Rin’s shoulder momentarily before taking his leave. The older brother took to sitting down cross-legged despite the ground still being wet. With nobody but him around, he began to speak with his father one on one.

"Hey, dad." He started, twiddling his thumbs absent-mindedly. "I wanted to wait until Yukio left until talking to you before he started calling me a madman.” He sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know it's been a while since we - or even I - came to see you. Please don't be mad." He let out an empty laugh as if to somehow brighten the mood with his humour.

He continued. "So... I still don't know if you have been watching us from above - I'd like to think that you are - or just laying in there this whole time but I guess you deserve an update." He shifted on the spot a little as he created a mental timeline of various events that had occurred within that year. "I've been doing well, I guess. I actually got my execution lifted a while back. Yeah, that was a thing that happened. Scary, right? I almost would have lost my life, just like… yours.”

As Rin reminisced the events that occurred over the past 12 months, he realised just how awfully much had happened since the loss of Shiro; from joining Cram school to undergoing the intense training to be a knight - and hopefully Paladin too, just like his late father- to establishing the best exorcist squad that ever set foot on True Cross Academy grounds.

Amidst the training, he’d grown close to his fellow exwires. Shiemi, Suguro, Izumo, Shima, Konekomaru - all of them he’d befriended and got unexpectedly attached to. He’d learned what it was like to have actual friends for once in his life, friends who cared for him in the same way and level he cared about them. Friends who he’d easily drop everything at the tip of a hat and rush to save, to protect, to support. Whatever they needed he’d give in an instant.

Naturally, there was one special person he’d go the extra mile for.

"I think the most important thing you might wanna know is that I... I'm in a relationship with Suguro Ryuji. He’s… You know the Tatsuma dude you saved years back? In the temple in Kyoto? It’s his son I’m dating. How batshit uncanny is that? It seriously wasn't planned, I didn't just start dating him because you two already had a connection.”

Rin frowned, looking down at his lap. “You’re probably disappointed my first date nor my first kiss wasn't with a girl. I remember you were all about the women. You’d never stopped going on about big boobs and curves! I told you ages ago I was bi but I always felt like you wanted me to have a preference over girls because of how you were. Don’t get me wrong, I like girls too. Shiemi for one… I’m mostly over her by now but obviously, I liked her for a while. It just got too much to keep rotating between crushing on Shiemi and crushing on Suguro. Plus, she friend-zoned me a while back.” He grimaced, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

He pined for the blonde exwire, for a while. She was sweet, kind, beautiful - he’d go that far. However, it was clear they were predestined to be friends and no more than that. He eventually had to let her go, for he already had someone who he cared about more than anyone in the world, lest his brother. He had someone who cared about him just as much; something he knew he should hold onto for dear life and never, ever let go of.

“He helped me through so much of schoolwork. I kinda owe him for keeping my grades afloat. That wasn’t the only thing, he was the one who helped and supported me through all my, erm…” He cleared his throat. “My bladder problems. Thanks to him I got an actual diagnosis for it. I grew an entirely different bond - heheh, bon- d - with him, way more different than any of the others in cram school. He’s the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I only realised the other day but it turns out I’ve fallen for him. I’m-I’m in love with him! Like actual… love! It’s so scary yet it feels so… right. Know what I mean?”

Rin picked a stick, idly poking and drawing random patterns into the ground with it. “While it’s an amazing feeling, it also frightens me. I want nothing more than to run to Suguro and express how much I feel but I’m not sure if it’s the right time to tell him or not. I’m just so torn--”

He was interrupted by two consecutive loud thuds behind him.

Rin jumped at the sound and immediately whipped his head to the source. A dark brown leather messenger bag and an umbrella lay metres from him, now having fallen to its side and partially covered in splatters of mud. Rin recognised the little red flame keyring attached to one of the zippers-

Oh shit.

Dreading to even look at the other, Rin’s eyes hesitantly trailed from the bag to the shoes - yes that was definitely him, he always wore those black leather dress shoes to school - up the length of his body to his face-

Oh shit, shit shit! He heard!

Above him, Suguro’s body trembled, his chest convulsing as he sucked in air in-between sobs. Warm tears dripped from his eyes, rolling down his face. His lips quivered as he opened his mouth as if to say something but could not. It felt like time halted as they continued staring at one another, Rin watching Suguro’s upper body get increasingly wet, his locks of hair clinging to his head.

Rin could barely register the “You idiot…” before the brunette lurched forwards and smacked Rin across the face. His cheek stung, the impact lasting quite a while. Was this rejection? Rin couldn’t process, for his mind was occupied with a mental unfurling of curses. He was unable to look Suguro in the eye, head turned the other way, wishing for nothing but to have his mouth taped shut eternally so he may never slip up like this ever again.

“Dammit, you fucking idiot!” Suguro blubbered, as he suddenly collapsed to his knees, slumping his backside on his feet. His knuckles turned white as his hands became balls of fists. Rin noticed this and immediately shut his eyes, feeling his body flinch at the expectation of Susguro punching him.

Rin still kept his eyes tightly shut when Suguro gripped Rin’s collars and turned the boy so they faced each other squarely. This is it, this is how I die. My boyfriend beats me to death in front of my dad’s grave. Momentarily, Rin had flashbacks to their first arguments during cram school, where Suguro would grip his collar and threaten him.

However this particular collar-gripping was not of anger; rather, Rin could sense raw desperation to it as Suguro clung onto him dearly.

“Why do you have to have all the firsts?” What?! Rin’s eyes popped open. “You were the first one to start crushing on me, the first to make a move on me, first to kiss me, the first to ask me on a date, the first fucking one to ask me to be your boyfriend,” - Suguro sniffed, shaking shook Rin’s shoulders - “-and the one time I thought I could be the first one to confess my undying love for you. But oh no you just had to take that away from me…” Suguro loosened his grip on Rin’s collar, twisting the fabric between his fingers.

Rin’s body shot into defensive mode. “Well, you weren’t goddamn fast enough, weren’t you? It’s not my fault I said I love you before you-”

Rin’s features softened as he froze completely, his brain only just catching up to Suguro’s words.

After what seemed like an eternity to Suguro - in reality it was merely 10 seconds of stunned silence, Rin’s soul returned to his body. The half-demon blinked. “Wait, wait, WAIT! You love me too?!?!” He shrilled. Grabbing Suguro’s arms, he pulled back, staring back with perplexed, widened eyes.

“YES!! Of course, I do! You’d really think I wouldn’t?! After all that we’ve been through… How could I not?” A soft smile donned across his features, as he gently cupped Rin’s face, pulling the half-demon close to him. “I love you, Rin.” Suguro thumbed his cheeks, tucking Rin’s raven sideburns behind his ears.

It seemed today was the day of surprises; Suguro had never called Rin by his first name up until that point. That can only mean one thing: he is completely serious about him.

Grinning from ear to ear, the older Okumura with bright blue and beaming irises breathed “I love you too!” as Suguro drew him in for a kiss. They kissed many, many times but this felt more exhilarating than ever. Rin paused to sniff; Suguro took this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

However, Rin became painfully aware of where they were and broke the kiss. “Dude, not in front of my father!” He hissed, pushing Suguro away and wiping the saliva away from his mouth with the back of his palm.

“Oh fuck, right. Sorry.” He couldn’t believe he was about to make out in front of Fujimoto’s grave. Normally, Suguro would be the hyper-observant one. Their roles seemed to be reversed today, too.

Clearing his throat, he shifted his attention from his boyfriend to the gravestone.

Paladin Fujimoto. It was unfortunate that Suguro never got to meet the man who brought the Okumura twins up. All the stories that Rin and many others had told him about the mighty Shiro Fujimoto painted him as truly inspirational. He was undoubtedly one of a kind. But how would he have reacted to Rin and Suguro’s relationship? He was a priest, after all. Suguro felt his stomach turn at the possibility, albeit slim, of Fujimoto rejecting Suguro and denouncing their relationship, had he been alive now.

He closed his eyes, clapping his palms shut.

Paladin Fujimoto, I hope you’re okay with your son being in a relationship with me, he silently prayed whilst chewing on his lip.

He remembered how entirely nerve-wracking it was to come out to his parents when he brought Rin home for the holidays. As the potential successor of the High Priest of the Myō Dha sect, there would definitely be pressure on him to marry a woman once he was an adult. Additionally, them being together would no doubt damage the Suguro’s reputation - and indirectly, the Myō Dha sect of Kyoto’s too. He wasn’t as worried about his mother’s reaction nearly as much as his father’s. Tatsuma initially grew quiet, staying in a state of shock however upon hearing just how self-destructive Suguro became about this worried him deeply. He had a change of heart shortly following that, scolding his son for keeping it from him for that long and for assuming that Suguro would be punished for being in a homosexual relationship.

“Praying for my dad’s ghost to come and haunt me till death?” Rin piped, taking note of Suguro’s scrunched face.

“Something like that.” Suguro mumbled. “Would you like to stay here or..?”

“Well, we still need to finish that little session of ours,” Rin teasingly trailed a finger up the brunette’s arm. God, being reminded of his dead adoptive father’s grave didn’t kill the mood for him? “-so maybe we should move someplace else?”

“Great, because my ass is soaked and I’m fucking freezing to dea- erm, over here.” He gestured.

Rin chuckled. “This might help.” He closed his eyes, holding his hands out. A small blue flame erupted from his palms, enveloping Suguro, warming his core and drying him up.

“I forget that you’re Satan’s spawn sometimes,” Suguro commented, as he reached for his abandoned umbrella and muddy bag.

Rin scoffed as he watched the taller boy stand on his feet and swing the bag strap over his shoulder. “I’m surprised you’re not getting hysterical over your bag being dirty.” He pointed.

“It doesn’t matter, I can clean it.” He extended his hand for Rin, who eagerly accepted it. He pulled Rin up; as he did so Rin stumbled right into Suguro’s open arms.

Rin nuzzled into Suguro’s chest to assure him he was fine. Slipping his hand into Suguro's, he began to eagerly drag Suguro out of the cemetery, leaving the other stumbling to keep up.

It was hard to believe how far they had come; they merely began their journey to become exorcists almost a year ago. Upon their first interaction, they assumed they would be mortal enemies throughout the duration of their training at cram school and beyond. Against all odds, their unexpected yet unbreakable attraction for one another was incredulous, even to themselves. It was an allurement like no other, in many ways implausible but other ways so logical.

However, neither would trade it for the world.

Without his father passing away, Suguro and Rin would have never met. That thought sent shivers down his spine. Where would he be right now without the love of his life? He depended on the Rooster boy so incredibly much; he couldn’t imagine how he lived 14 years of his life without him. Likewise for Suguro, had he not decided against his parent’s wishes to train to become an exorcist, he wouldn’t have felt so incredibly happy and content with life as he was at this moment.

At the very least, they could be grateful that those events in their life occurred. They wished to cherish this stable part of their life eternally, as they headed towards an uncertain future. Anything that would happen from this point beyond, they would face hand-in-hand - and they couldn’t envision anything otherwise.

Rin looked down towards their interlocked hands, squeezing Suguro’s hand tighter.

All that mattered, right here and now, is that Rin loved Suguro and Suguro loved Rin.

~FIN~

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Thanks for reading! Allmt is my baby, so bittersweet to end my first ever fic, even if it's been on hiatus for three years. I think I may still write for this fandom seeing as I have a number of AnE omo ideas living in my head rent free all these years haha. In the meanwhile, enjoy my other omo fics for this fandom!

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~Allurement~ Chapter 12/13

Chapter 11

Summary: “S-Shiemi…” He gasped, his breathing less shallow now, more constant than ten minutes ago.

“Yes, Rin?” He felt a comforting squeeze, only then realising that her hands were holding his.

“I-I-I think I’m in… l-lo..” was the best he could manage before he felt his throat lock up again.

“Shh. Slowly now. Take your time.” Shiemi’s voice was laced in soft sweetness, the kind of quiet voice that cooled down his senses. She squeezed his hand once more, encouraging him to go on.

Rin sniffed heavily, pressing his lips into a fine line. He tried to a speak a second time, with more clarity. “I think I’m in love w-with Suguro.”

Despite the fumble, it was clear enough. There was a pause, as expected. Her hand in his loosened and he could feel her eyes staring at him, even if his own were cast down to his covered lap.

It only just hit him that he vocalised this thought. Before now, it was all in his head. Attacked with the urge to get up and run off, he stood his ground. No, he needed to stay and talk this through with someone. That someone couldn’t be any other than Shiemi.

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~Allurement~ 11/13

Chapter 10

Summary: Part of Suguro wanted to take that hand that was resting Rin’s cheek and interlock their fingers, or just any sort of touch to reassure him further, even if it was for something as silly as this that could easily be taken care of. For the added matter, it felt like Rin was sitting so far away when he was literally right next to him. Still, he wanted Rin to sit even closer, if just to help even a little.

“Okumura.” The half-demon sat straight and turned to the other expectantly. “Come sit here, please.” He parted a gap between his legs, despite his predicament screaming at him not to, to leave ample space for Rin to squidge into.

Rin smiled to himself. “I like this.” He leaned part of his weight into Suguro’s body just behind him. Subtle amounts of body heat passed through Suguro’s chest into Rin’s back. That of which, he loved the feeling of. It was seldom they shared close moments in public, though those were becoming a little more frequent the longer they dated. Suguro would have relished in the moment too, if not for the alarming twinge jolting in him with no pre-warning.

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~Allurement~ Chapter 10/13

Chapter 9

Summary: Rin wasn’t sure if the staring was a compliment or him over-doing it and he felt a blush creep over his cheeks too. Small attempts were taken to push it away. “Suguro.” He repeated, this time extending his hand in the space between them. He briefly glanced back to see - Oh crap, I have an audience. Okay just ignore them. He swallowed lightly, his other hand rubbing at his now hot neck. “Will you go out with me… on our first date?”

The question miraculously came out with such clarity, it would have made Rin grateful he didn’t stumble. If not for the split milliseconds between his tongue leaving the roof of his mouth and having Suguro blurt out a “I’d love to” without a beat of hesitation.

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~Allurement~ Chapter 9/13

Chapter 8

Summary: It was then he realised: This is the closest we’ve been since Okumura kissed me… He was barely managing to comprehend that even happened. He didn’t know a thing about love - despite what one may think, considering he’d been out with a few girls in middle school - which may have been a reason why he was avoiding a direct confrontation.

To say that Rin was likely just as inexperienced was accurate enough for Rin to also not be direct about just about anything concerned with his feelings.

Suguro felt guilty. Guilty for many reasons but the one that was felt so prominently in this moment was that he hadn’t fully responded to Rin yet. It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to - he was the one to face his problems right off the bat and preferred to waste less time dwelling and more time resolving. No, instead, the issue was exactly what to say. How he would say, when the opportunity to do so would arrive.

{New OC. Warnings of some harassment/touching. No non-con though, don’t worry.}

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~Allurement~ Chapter 8/13

Chapter 7

Summary: At least, now he was allowed a chance to voice his thoughts. “My brother is… perhaps a little confused about his sexuality at this moment. Not that there isn’t anything common with this; I’m sure you all know people our age who are going through orientation crises just like this. We’ve all had, or will, go through our own personal exploration. For once, Yukio actually spoke of the others as people his age. "That being said, instead of making fun of him-” he shot a quick glance at Shima for emphasis. “-You should all try to support him, at the least, not ostracise him for his curiosity. If you can’t offer him that, offer him space. I’m certain, sooner or later, he will figure himself out. He just needs time.” He momentarily paused, wetting his lips. “This goes to the rest of the class as well. Give yourself time and you’ll figure out who you identify as.”

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~Allurement~ Chapter 7/13

Chapter 6

Summary: What would happen if they got together? Would it even work? Sure, we might get on well now but we still argue often. Without it, it’s weird. Though, that might be a good argue, like it’s part of our relationship.

Relationship…

Rin knew, better enough, that being in a relationship with the guy meant giving his constant love and attention to him. We rarely even touch. I swear he hates touching. How are we supposed to jump to constant holding hands, hugging - and kissing?!

His mind felt cloudy and he wanted no more than to have it cleared, to figure out what all this over-analysis meant.

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~Allurement~ Chapter 6/13

Chapter 5

Summary: {“Shit. Uh, forget about the mission and go look for Rin. They couldn’t have gone far. That does not include anyone else. Red team, green team, yellow team and purple team, you continue as you were told. Once you’re done, report to me and I’ll tell you kiddos what to do next. Got that?”}

Naturally, Suguro was the first to respond.  

{“Red team, Suguro speaking. Hold on a second! What happened to Okumura?”}

{“He’s gone to hang out with Amaimon for a bit. You just carry on as you were.”}

{“No!! Screw the mission!! We need to find him! NOW!”}

Longer chapter this time round! Some action, some omo, and light undertones of Amaimon/Rin, just to warn.

We’re halfway home, guys!

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