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#just please don’t make it my problem you have wildly different and unusual taste
ukeishin · 3 years
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💌 - karasuno + hands
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— note: i have a problem. <3 some of these are h word some are not.
— ft. karasuno excluding narita & kinoshita
— warning: cursing. nsfw. contains mentions of choking, dacryphilia(?), over-stimulation, fingering, finger sucking, daddy kink.
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— k. tsukishima
❧ he has big hands and long lithe fingers.
❧ he wraps his fingers together with athletic tape whenever he plays volleyball.
❧ his fingers are mhmm a crime tbh. they’re long and skinny. his knuckles are super prominent and his hands are just kind of bony as a whole. 
❧ and he knows how to use them. 
❧ tsukki crooks his fingers at just the right angle so that they barely graze against your g-spot. he knows exactly what he’s doing when you attempt to grind down further on his fingers, whining for him. you’re on the verge of tears, frustrated with how close you are, but it’s just not enough stimulation for you to get off. he wants to hear you beg him to let you cum and once he’s had his fun teasing you, tsukishima’s fingers speed up, hitting your g-spot with pinpoint accuracy until you’re gushing around him. his fingers don’t stop moving even after you cum. tsukishima won’t be content until you’re crying from the overstimulation.
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— t. yamaguchi
❧ my sweet boy. his hands are normally soft.
❧ they’re bigger than average, but not overly-so.
❧ they can get kind of clammy because he gets so nervous sometimes. you can tell they’re getting clammy when he begins to wipe them onto his pants every few seconds. he gets embarrassed by it which just makes it worse.
❧ he’ll get blushy if you make him compare hand sizes with you. you already know his hand dwarfs your own, but you live for the way his ears turn red when you comment on the size difference and just how big they are.
❧ yams is so cute, he’ll interlace your fingers together while he’s fucking your brains out.
❧ you’re just a mess below him, babbling about how it feels so good and how you love him so much as he continues to thrust into you. he loves when you turn stupid from his cock, thinks it’s adorable, truly. he dips his head to press a wet kiss into your neck as his hand tangles with yours.
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— s. hinata
❧ it’s not unusual to see his hands bruised up with small cuts littering the backside of them. when you ask about why they’re bruised, he sheepishly tells you about how it’s from hitting the ball hard one too many times. you’re just happy he didn’t get hit in the face again. he has no clue how his hands got cut up though, he’s so clueless sometimes.
❧ you lecture him while wrapping small little bandages on the cuts so they don’t get infected.
❧ his hands always find their way to yours. it’s not something he’s even conscious of. he’ll be talking to someone and his hands will just search around until he can lace his fingers with yours. 
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— t. kageyama
❧ kags has really nice hands.
❧ i don’t think he’s aware of just how nice they are. he takes super good care of them and just thinks that everybody else does the same. 
❧ his hands are medium-sized and his hands almost look dainty? in a way. they’re pretty, but it’s evident how strong they are when you watch him set.
❧ he moisturizes them often, but the pads of his fingertips tend to be a lil rough.
❧ he’s adorable !!!! he’s so stiff and awkward when he holds your hand. it takes him forever to relax into it.
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— y. nishinoya
❧ similar to hinata, noya’s hands are quite frankly, a mess. splotches of deep purple splattered across the back of his hands.
❧ he doesn’t take care of them at all. noya’s mind moves so fast that he doesn’t really realize how bruised up his hands are until you bring it to his attention.
❧ his hands are so small, it’s adorable. it doesn’t bother him at all, he takes pride in every part of him, including his cute lil hands.
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— s. daichi
❧ his hands are rough and heavily calloused.
❧ his hands are big and his fingers are thick.
❧ daichi is well-aware of how much you love his hands. even if you don’t voice it, he notices the way your eyes linger on them when he’s fiddling with a pen while filing out paperwork or drumming them against his desk as he works.
❧ awh he thinks it’s so cute how you shiver and let out a quiet moan for daddy when he kneads the soft flesh of your ass with his hands. he loves the contrast of how rough his hands are and how soft your skin is. thinks the way that the skin blooms red beneath him when he spanks you is oh so pretty.
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— k. sugawara
❧ mhm fuck. suga’s hands are an actual crime. they’re not too big, but definitely not small. a perfect in between.
❧ he doesn’t do too much to take care of them, but he does enough.
❧ his hands aren’t quite as rough. his hands are so pretty, bordering on the side of dainty.
❧ his fingers are slim and slender.
❧ he knows how much you like his hands. you’re always telling him “koushi, your hands are so pretty, baby.”
❧ he wears a few rings - all gifted from you. a set of simple thin gold bands, nothing too flashy.
❧ when you’re good for him, he’ll reward you by letting you taste yourself on his fingers. he’s sweet like that and nothing gets the blood rushing to his cock faster than you wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking on them as if it’s his dick in your mouth instead.
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— a. asahi
❧ obviously his hands are big and his fingers are thick. they’re really warm too.
❧ they probably get clammy when he gets really nervous.
❧ he’s hyper aware of his size in general so he’s very cautious and gentle when he places his hands on your hips and runs them slowly up and down your side. he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you in any way. 
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— c. ennoshita
❧ his hands are firm.
❧ ennoshita is never rough with his hands but not gentle either. his movements are self-assured, his hands remain steady and unrelenting when he wraps them around your pretty marked up throat. he knows your limits well and never pushes too far past them. his hands are familiar with the contours of your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your mind hazy with lust where the only thing you’re able to focus on is ennoshita’s grip on you.
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— r. tanaka
❧ his hands are rough - pronounced callouses line his palm. his hands are also dry because he doesn’t believe there’s a need for hand lotion.
❧ his hands are abnormally warm. you think it’s because he’s constantly waving them around wildly as he and noya scheme.
❧ his hands are bare besides for the small minimalist tattoos he has on the back of his hands. he got them as a result of a bet, but they suit him well.
❧ his hands are always wandering. he just wants to be touching you at every moment and he doesn’t care where you two are. typically, his hands are on your ass no matter how often you swat them away.
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— k. ukai
❧ keishin’s hands are large and worn. the contours of his palm are deep.
❧ he has a few prominent veins running along the backside of his palm even when he’s not flexing them. when he does flex them, whether it’s because he’s lifting boxes in the store or gripping at his clipboard too hard coaching, the veins become much more pronounced.
❧ there’s always a cigarette resting in between his index and middle finger. 
❧ keishin’s hands are domineering, expecting you to bend to his will. you easily become pliant against him when he plays with your pretty lil pussy like he owns it. a cigarette in one hand while the other runs up and down your folds, collecting enough slick to rub against your clit causing you to moan for daddy’s cock.
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— i. takeda
❧ takeda’s hands are covered in either chalk dust or pen ink from grading papers.
❧ his hands are so dry, please buy him some hand cream, he needs it desperately. he’s so cute, if you do give him some, he’ll carry it around with him and try to remember to use it, but he gets so caught with other things that he often forget, whoops.
❧ he’s just so cute, his movements get so nervous once he thinks his pump up speech for the team wasn’t as good as he thought it was.
❧ his hands dart every once in awhile to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose to keep them from falling off.
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volexis · 3 years
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quite frankly, matsukawa really wasn’t sure what brought him to the library. though he occasionally picked up a novel here and there, he never really saw the appeal of spending hours sorting through books in silence. issei much rather preferred roaming the streets with good company, midnight snack runs with his friends, driving through empty streets while singing at the top of his lungs along with whatever was on the radio. he thrived on the bright energy of being free to go wherever he pleased, whenever he pleased. libraries were too stifling, too quiet, too… empty for his tastes.
“do you know where i can find any of these?”
he swiveled to find you staring at him with a tattered list in your hands, hair disheveled and eyes filled with anxious expectance. he’d walked in earlier to look for his course materials at the school’s library and must’ve gotten a little too engrossed in his search to hear you approach.
a restless silence stretched between you and it dawned on him that you might’ve thought he worked at the library, somehow. my clothes aren’t that boring, are they?
you scoffed at him and rolled your eyes, irritation evident in your grimace.
it was his turn to stare voicelessly, brows furrowing with every passing second. heat coursed to his face at your now confused expression, did he actually say that out loud?
“yes, you did, now can you help me or not?”
and thus began his impromptu career as a keeper of the books. somehow, he had managed to point you in the right direction. you rewarded him with a glittering smile, the type that pulled your eyes into crescents with joy. a dimple formed solely on your right cheek, so light he would’ve never noticed if not for your proximity. how cute.
matsukawa filled out a job application far too quickly for his liking, something his pride would never let him admit out loud. the devastating blow to his ego was worth it, every few days, he’d see you wandering the stacks, and wonder what you were doing. were you browsing for some light reading, a tome for a class project? it didn’t matter to him, not really, because you’d always make your way to the counter, his counter, at the end of the day to check out whatever volumes piqued your interest.
you impressed him time and time again with each hefty stack of novels you’d bring to the desk. he’d always offer to help you carry them and you’d always assure him you were fine. days passed and your pile of books thinned and started varying widely in genre and field.
“since when do you like reading about… the mechanics of molecular biophysics and nanotechnology?” the teasing lilt to his voice was only emphasized by the quirk of his brow.
“mechanics and nano… whatever you said is pretty fascinating i’ll have you know.” he scoffed.
“shut up, you never know what i could be interested in!”
“i never said anything,” he grinned as he scanned the rest of your books. after a while, you stopped checking out anything at all, opting to sit yourself down on the desk next to him as he worked.
“so that’s how you keep everything so organized here,” you gestured wildly at the expanse of the main hall. “for a while, i thought you just knew where every book was!”
“quiet,” he hissed. “do you want to get me fired—”
you leaned towards the monitor and matsukawa is acutely aware of the distance between his cheek and yours.
since then, he can’t help but notice you a little more. you smiled often, though they were especially wide when you walked into the library with your favorite drink in hand. his favorite was the one you displayed the first day he met you, half-dimpled and glittering the brightest shade of sun. it floored him and frayed his flustered nerves to no end. he couldn’t help but spare a look at the door, half-expecting to see you waltz in with that obnoxiously gorgeous grin of yours every time you crossed his mind, which was embarrassingly often.
you continuously surprised him with your antics, keeping him on his toes, and today was no exception.
“you know, i’m going on a date today.”
his hands stilled over the pile of unsorted books, halting in time with his heart. he pushed them away and chose to ignore the cheshire grin on your face.
“is this the only book you’ll be getting today?”
“the problem is, he’s a little too busy sorting through dusty books to even get ready. and here i thought i he was going to be excited for our night out.”
his eyes snapped up to meet your triumphant smile as he wordlessly pointed to himself.
“of course it’s you, did you actually think i’d spend months checking out books for classes i don’t need just because i wanted to?”
he lets out a sharp laugh, immediately covering his mouth at the shushing of his coworker. you giggle along silently as he stumbles to gather his things, muttering a hasty goodbye over his shoulder.
he stops outside the library and you join him, frowning at the insecurity swimming in his eyes.
“is it really me?”
you sigh and put his hands in yours, squeezing them gently. this time your smile was a bit different, something fond and warm and unusually bright.
“really, issei, i thought you were smarter than this. it’ll always be you.”
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a/n: this was mostly inspired by a dream i had a few days ago! to be in a college romance with issei, what a dream
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rpd-rookie · 4 years
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Lost Youth - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (NSFW)
Summary: Where did all the years go? When did his youth leave him? It's Leon's 43rd birthday and those are the questions he can't help but ask himself. Fortunately for him, he knows the right person to help him get rid of this silly melancholy.
Author’s Notes: In this one-shot, it is 2020 and Leon is celebrating his 43rd birthday while the reader is in her mid-twenties. So if you're not comfortable with that sort of age difference I advise you not to read this story. For the others who wants to give this one-shot a try, please be aware that the sexual content is very explicit. And finale, don’t hesitate to like/reblog and please tell what you thought of it.
Warning: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Angst, Language, Age difference.
          His tired blank blue eyes were staring at his reflection in the mirror of the elevator with a melancholy he hadn’t felt in a while, wondering when he had become the man he was staring at right now. Exhausted, damaged and more especially, old.         His fingertips touched the corner of his eyes. Discreet small crow’s feet were framing them, along with the permanent dark circles he had grown used to see. And if he actually looked closely under the thick strand of hair covering the right side of his face, he would be able to see thin wrinkles carving his forehead, wrinkles that weren’t there the last time he truly scrutinized himself in a mirror. But when was that? He couldn’t know. As much as he couldn’t know where his youth had gone. Probably was it somewhere hidden among the years he hadn’t seen flown by. He could thank his tiresome job for that, he thought.
           The elevator bell rang and Leon mechanically made his way in the corridor leading to your apartment, awfully quiet and thoughtful, his hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, which was old just like him. He knocked at your door and looked down at his fidgeting feet while waiting, his hand back in his pockets.     The door opened and a bright smile welcomed him with a lovely warmth that helped him smile a bit. “Hello, birthday boy.” Two hands cupped his face and soft lips tenderly met his mouth to linger there for a short while but long enough for Leon to circle his arms around the waist pressed against his body. “Hi.” He said with a faint smile.           “ I missed you.” You declared, eyes sparkling with joy. “Where have you been?”   “Long story. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” You nodded, definitely happy to see him and moved away from the doorframe to let him come inside.
           Your apartment was just as Leon remembered. Small but cosy with adjustable furniture to gain some space. The kind of place you rent when you’re young and barely have enough money to pay all your bills. Leon loved that place. He loved being here. It reminded him of the apartment he would have certainly owned at your age if he actually had had a normal life. Except that his wouldn’t have been so charming.
“I tried to cook. Nothing fancy, don’t worry. But I hope it’ll taste good.” You said as you headed towards the kitchen corner of the room, leaving Leon in the small living room. “You didn’t have to. We could have ordered Chinese or something.” He said as he sat down on your old couch, bouncing a couple times on it in order not to feel the springs under his rear anymore.         “I wanted to please you, show the extent of my culinary talents.” You joked, winking at Leon; as you knelt to check if the meal you had prepared was slowly cooking in the oven. “It’s not everyday that you turn 43.” There was a sudden silence that you immediately noticed. You froze, waiting for Leon to say something.     “There’s no need to celebrate that. Trust me.” You stood up, concerned by the unusual tone of his voice, and watched him staring down at nothing, completely lost in his thought and looking astonishingly weary. “What do you mean?” He shrugged to elude the question. “Please don’t tell me you don’t like getting gifs and eating cakes cause I made one especially for you.” You opened the fridge, excited to show him the strawberry tart you had baked this afternoon. Hopefully the attention would please him and warm his heart a little. “I guessed I used to when I was your age.” You glanced at him; saddened and understanding he was going through one of those tough days. “Beer?”  You offered. “ Gladly.”
You brought two bottles and handed him one as you sat next to him. A sigh escaped your lips and you looked at Leon. “I guess drinking beers and watching tv is also a good way to spend the evening.” You didn’t dare say the word birthday, thinking it was probably the reason why Leon felt so miserable today. “Just like an old couple.” Your last words made him frown and you noticed it. “What is it? What did I say?”   “Nothing. It’s not you.” He answered as he took a mouthful of beer but you were not convinced. “ I can see something’s wrong, Leon. Talk to me.” You took his beer away from him and placed it on the coffee table next to yours before putting your hand on his knee.           “ You wouldn’t get it.” It was your turn to frown, not liking to be patronised. “Try me.” “ You’re too young for that.”
He glanced at you and immediately realised how annoyed you were.           You thought you both had had that discussion already, about your age difference and everything that came with it, being treating like a child included. You thought you had made yourself clear when you had told him it wasn’t a problem and you thought he was on the same wavelength. That’s what he had told you after all.         “Seriously, Y/N. You’re young and beautiful. You could have anyone you want. What are you doing with an old fool like me?”           This was exactly the same kind of question your friends had asked you when you had told them about Leon. What are you doing with a man that old? How can you date someone who’s almost your father’s age? Isn’t he like twice your age? Do you have a daddy kink of some sort? Daddy issues? You were tired of these questions, tired of justifying your love and your choices. And you never thought you would one day hear a similar question coming from Leon’s mouth.         “What are you doing with someone like me?” You retorted, hoping he would understand your weariness. Weeks ago he would have answered that question without an ounce of hesitation or shame. After all, he had done it a few times when people had learned about your relationship. What was he doing with you? A girl that young and in her mid-twenties. Was he going through some mid-life crisis? Why her and not some woman his age? Well, easy. You were his sunshine, the reckless joy he had lost, and the bright youth he had not seen fly away. You were the constant reminder of what he had missed and the opportunity to live what he should have lived years ago instead of running away from BOWs in lost parts of Spain or South America.             Through you, he could live his youth again. You were making him feel young again, not unlike those women he had dated and had tried to continually convince him to start a family. You didn’t want much. No family, no kids, no dog. You didn’t care about sharing a house. You wanted what he wanted. Simplicity, carefreeness. You wanted to enjoy life without thinking too much about the future. And sharing all this with you felt good and refreshing.     But today, he didn’t know how to answer this question because today he was feeling old and melancholic. Today, and despite your exhilarating presence, he had the feeling the reckless sarcastic Leon training to become an agent was just some distant memory he could barely remember and that there was no way for him to feel like him again.
           When you understood he would not answer the question just the way you would not answer his, you placed your head on Leon’s shoulder and nestled it in his neck as you circled an arm around his chest. He smelt good, like wood and spices. And the perfume was strong and heady, almost bewitching. You pressed your lips against his hot skin, tasting it. Only Leon tasted that good. Only Leon could make you feel the way you were feeling like right now. Whole and happy. You decided to sit on him, straddling his laps, hands placed on his shoulders. His blue eyes met yours and you moved his blond strand of hair away from his face to admire him. He was so handsome. Tired and slightly raw – the result of all those years fighting more than his age – but handsome. And that’s all you could see. You lay some light kisses over his face, on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his lips, showing how much you loved every bit of him. And he smiled. It was faint but it was sincere.        
“Gosh, you’re so beautiful.” Leon said as he gazed at your delicate face, his thumb caressing your smooth cheeks that was as soft a baby’s skin. “Why …” You cut him off by kissing his thumb, eyes staring deep in his eyes. “Don’t say a word.”          
You put your body closer to his to catch his lips and he responded immediately by returning your kiss with a softness similar to yours. That softness grew into passion when Leon’s hand grasped the nape of your neck to bring you closer to him and intensify the kiss. The pressure and his tongue looking for yours started an immediate fire in between your legs that spread wildly in your entire body and oozed out of it under the shape of a moan that Leon captured with his mouth the second it escaped your throat. “Do you really want me?”           “Stop asking silly questions already.” You retorted before kissing him with a devouring ardour.           Fingers tangled in his hair, you moved slightly above him, rubbing yourself against him, desire for lustful friction taking control of you. And soon it was his turn to moan.
Leon glimpsed at his crotch with burning half-lidded eyes, feeling his cock already growing hard in his jeans. Gently yet strongly, he squeezed your rear as he lifted his a bit to make you apply more pressure on his bulge. You obliged and started undulating your body against his manhood. Leon rested his head against the back of the couch and he gazed at you in silence, looking with delight at your hands cupping your breasts as your eyes were half closed because of the pleasure this atrociously good rubbing was providing you. Soon, Leon slid the straps of your dress along your shoulder, freeing your boobs that he grabbed without waiting, admiring and feeling how perky and firm they were, like two peaches recently gathered. He caressed them with his thumbs, lingering on the pointy rosy nipples calling his mouth. And how could he refuse them?
You sighed of pleasure when Leon caught one of them in between his lips and started sucking on it greedily, his hands still holding your breasts tightly. You brought your chest closer to his face, fingers pulling at his soft hair. “Leon” You whispered his name in between two moans. He hummed and looked up at you, not willing to let go of your nipple just yet. The weariness in his eyes was gone. They were dark now and burning with desire for you. “I want you. I want you now.” You begged and he let go of your teat with a loud pop.
A grin appeared on his face. It was cheeky and lively, playful like a child’s smile. “Very well.” You loved when Leon smiled. His face looked completely different each time he did (and those times were rare) making him seem suddenly more radiant, more glowing and - let’s say it - twice younger. Funny because that’s exactly how he felt each time you were making him smile, each time he was with you and able to forget all his worries and the absurdity of his life.
He grabbed you by your hair and kissed you again, tongue caressing yours as he let one hand wander along your chest down to your crotch where he dared let his rough fingers slide beneath the fabric of your panties to tickle your already swollen clit. You gasped, bit your lips and your nails dug in the back of the couch. You were so wet and so ready for him already. “Damn, baby.” He chuckled with enthusiasm. “Am I the one responsible for that mess down here?”     You laughed, shivering under his expert touch (an advantage that came with dating an older man). “What do you thiiinnkk?” The end of your sentence was swallowed by your sudden guttural moan as Leon plunged a finger in your wetness, hitting the sensitive spot hidden deep inside of you. “Please don’t tease me too much.” You asked, afraid to reach your climax too soon. Leon kissed you and smirked “No.” Then, he started fucking you with his finger, adding a new one in the process to hear you cry and feel you crumble against him. A groan of both lust and frustration escaped the barrier of your sealed lips and you instinctively began moving up and down Leon’s fingers. “Aren’t you eager?” He joked, amused.   “You’re such a tease.” You pouted, though not really complaining. “I know.” He pulled you closer and laid a greedy wet kiss on your breasts, tasting the sugary thin skin with a devouring eagerness.
Clumsily, you let your hand wander towards his jeans. If Leon wanted to play, then you both would play. You stopped moving and opened the zipper of his jeans, forcing him to lift his rear to pull down his clothe a bit along with his boxers.         His cock sprang free, red, glistening with pre-cum and perfectly erected. Eager to feel it, you urged to grab it, jerking it off a bit as you knelt on the sofa right next to Leon, grunting a bit as your pussy escaped Leon’s amazing fingers. You moved your hair to the side to stare at Leon as you bent towards his manhood to kiss the tip lightly. He immediately hissed and tensed and you smiled as you placed your lips back on his penis to put the head right in between them, ready to suck it. “Who’s the tease now?” Leon asked as he put his hand on your cheek. You chuckled and finally took him in your mouth, making Leon curse and tangle his fingers in your soft hair. The taste of his pre-cum was bitter but the vision of seeing your lover come undone was sweet and so your started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, moaning occasionally and keeping your eyes on him. “Goodness, fuck.” He groaned as he pushed himself deeper in your mouth to hit the entrance of your throat. You gagged and thick trickles of saliva flew along Leon’s hard member.
His hand met your prominent rear that you had kept up on purpose. It caressed it delicately, pulling your dress up. “Jesus, you’re perfect.” You squealed when he suddenly spanked you and he scoffed, his fingers venturing towards your humid entrance to play with your lips and clit. “God, Leon.” You cried out when he put his fingers back in you and started relentlessly moving them. “You like that?” You nodded as you tried to keep on sucking his cock and he pecked your ass with a cheeky smile, his fingers still exploring your core. “Do you want to ride me?”  
You took it as an invitation and you straddled Leon again. You put your panties to the side as he removed his v-neck, letting you admire his toned chest. You allow your hands to wander on it a bit, feeling the carved muscles under your fingertips. He had such a nice healthy body, definitely sexy. Anyone would agree with that.       You left a trail of kisses along his chest, from his smooth pectorals down to the V line framing his perfect abs. “I thought you wanted to ride me, baby.”       “ Let me admire you first.” You said before licking the small hairy line below his navel. He hissed and grabbed the couch tightly. “Admire what? My old body?” Leon joked but you could tell he was serious.
You looked up at him and frowned, slightly exasperated. “Shut the fuck up, will you?” His eyes widened, astonished, but a crooked smile appeared on his face. “You don’t have a old body. And you’re not old. Stop believing that.” You declared as you grabbed his chin. “Actually, you’re certainly the sexiest and the most wonderful man I had the chance to be with. And I don’t give a damn that you’re 43. You’re perfect to me.” You pressed your lips lovingly against his, thumb still in his dimple.       “No, you are.” He said as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear looking at your young beautiful features with awe and wondering how someone like him had managed to find a girl like you. Maybe he was lucky after all.
You sit back on him, this time ready to welcome him inside of you. Panties to the side again, you felt his cock probing at your entrance before penetrating you with ease, making you cry out as Leon groaned with pleasure. He felt so good in there and your pussy was a delight for him, better than anything he had ever had lately before meeting you in that bar three months ago. “Damn, you’re so tight.” And he couldn’t help but give your youth credit for that tightness.        
Your started hoping on top of Leon, your hands holding your bouncing boobs as his hands were squeezing your ass to give you the pace he wanted you to have. When you understood he wanted it rough and fast, you grabbed the backrest of the couch and accelerated your movements. Your wildness certainly satisfied him as he placed his arms behind his head to watch you fuck yourself on top of him. “That’s it, baby. Ride me.”
Leon’s name and a stream of onomatopoeia continually left your mouth as you felt your lover’s cock hitting your g-spot each time you had him slam back into you. “That feels so good.” You cried out and he smiled, ravished to see you succumbing to the intense pleasure he was giving you right now. “Are you gonna cum?” You simply nodded, unable to form a sentence. “Cum for me.” He ordered in a whisper as he grabbed your ass cheeks again to hammer you from underneath. “Oh my god, Leon!”   You body fell against Leon’s and your head hit the backrest of the couch to scream in it. The way he was pounding you was simply exquisite but it was so rough and deep you couldn’t sit straight anymore. A tear rolled over your cheek as you reached your powerful orgasm, yelling your pleasure so loud your neighbours would certainly complain in the morning. Your body tensed and you walls clenched around Leon’s shaft making him grunt and forcing him to put more strength in his thrusts. “Fuck, I love when you squeeze me like that.” And so did you.
Exhausted and shivering, your body went limp and rested lazily against Leon. He kissed your forehead. “You’re okay?” “ Yes.” You managed to say in between two irregular long breaths. “Good. Let me taste you.” He lifted you up easily; using the opportunity to admire the white cream you had left around his cock and pushed you over the couch. “You’re going to kill me.” You giggled, tired yet satisfied.   “Unlikely.” He grinned with a wink and spread your legs to place himself between them. Bothered by his jeans he hadn’t taken off yet, he pulled them down and threw them on the floor and he did the same with your dress and your panties. At last, you were fully naked before him and he couldn’t help but think how beautiful and desirable you were. He left a trail of tiny kisses on your chest and stomach enjoying the firm flesh under his wandering hands before burying his face in between your thighs.     You giggled when his stubble scratched your skin but that small laugh quickly faded away when Leon licked your slit and sucked on your clit. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He whispered before lapping your folds again, humming loudly each time his tongue was reaching your reddened bundle of nerves. “Leon.” You whispered, biting your left hand while the right one was brushing his blond hair away from his face. “Yes, baby?”         “ I love you.” You didn’t realise what you had just said, eyes tightly shut, your mind lost in bliss, but Leon did.   Usually that kind of declaration would have freaked him out and he guessed it did but only a little. Because, despite the importance and the sincerity of those three words, he knew they didn’t mean what they would have meant coming from another woman’s mouth. They didn’t mean ‘let’s move in together and have a baby.’ They just meant what they meant. Love. Pure and innocent love.  Less commitment but still scary and weird for him to hear.
Leon sat up and kissed you tenderly, choosing to ignore your confession for now. You responded lazily, still a bit dizzy because of the orgasm you had experienced few minutes ago and the intense pleasure that refused to leave your body. “I’m not done with you yet.” He tapped your entrance with his hard cock and slid inside of you with one deep swift move that made you grunt. His hand circled your throat, but not too tight, and he began fucking you hard. His thrusts were not as fast as previously but they were rougher and stronger, making you hit your head against the armrest. Leon roared your name and ultimately placed your legs above his shoulders to burry himself deeper inside of you. You mewled, begging him to keep going, your fingers finding their way to your clit Leon had abandoned.
He noticed them as soon as they started rubbing your swollen bud and, as a consequence, he turned you over and put you on all fours. “You should have told me you wanted to cum again.” He said in your ear before slamming your head against the couch. You cried out, your nails dug in the suede fabric of the couch, when Leon entered you again, from behind this time, his hands holding on tightly to your hips. He didn’t waste time and took the same pace as before, except that this time his thrusts were even more exquisite because of the way his balls were hitting your clit and also because of the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. “Do you like when I fuck you from behind like that?”       “ Yes” You whimpered, feeling your climax slowly building up inside of you. “Keep going … please.” He complied with an excitement that he decided to demonstrate by quickening his pace. You crumbled under the power of his pounding and fell flat on the couch. But that didn’t stop Leon who grabbed your ass and your hair to keep on hammering you from behind. And soon each thrust he gave was followed by an animalistic growl, sign that his orgasm was close. “Make me cum with you, please.” You asked as you guided Leon’s fingers towards your clit. He agreed and started playing with your sensitive bud, bringing you atrociously closer to your climax. “Now.” You announced and his moves became clumsy despite their incredible strength.
You screamed in the couch as you reached cloud nine, your body convulsing and tensing as Leon came hard in you, his roars echoing loudly in the room. “Fuck!” He pumped hard between your clenched walls a couple more times, spilling every drop of his hot white seed inside of you, before allowing himself to slump against you, completely out of breath and exhausted, just like you.
After a brief silence, you giggled and so did he. “Wow.” He admitted before placing a smiling soft kiss on your shoulder blade. “That was awesome.” “Right?” You grinned trying to find his lips as you turned around to cuddle with him.       “You’re amazing.” He said as he pressed his lips on your smooth forehead while you weaved your fingers in his hair to cradle his sweaty hot body. “What would I do without you?” You didn’t answer, staring at his eyes, wondering what was going on in his head right now.             “ Do you wish we could stay like this forever?” You dared ask, playing with one of his blond strand.
He didn’t know about forever. Hell, he didn’t even know about next week, never making plans that far ahead. But he knew one thing. Seeing how quickly time was flowing forever might come sooner than expected. But it didn’t matter because with you he felt happy and young again.  
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dercolaris · 3 years
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The tea party
Hey folks. Today there is something completely different than usual. No Scriddler, surprise, surprise^^ I wrote a short story a while ago to cheer up @weyoun, but sadly only in German. I wasn't so convinced about my English skills back then and successfully shoved the translation aside for the past few months, but hey - now it's finally done! Hurray! I hope you're not too mad at me, Ronnie, that I decided to upload your story on Tumblr and Archive of Our Own.
I rarely write about Ivy and Jervis, but the two characters are on my favourite list in the DC Universe. Especially Jervis is so pleasant to write. He's the absolute mad sweetheart of the rogue gallery in my opinion. I can only vaguely remember the song I was listening to while I was writing the story, but I think it was this one from Avicii:
https://youtu.be/Qc9c12q3mrc
Thanks again to you, @weyoun. I hope you can enjoy your little story now and maybe one day come up with a new idea that interests you. My ears are always open to you and I love to write for friends. Thanks also for beta reading the story, @shin-arei. 
The red-haired beauty wandered through the deserted forecourt of the asylum and snorted softly under her breath. Escape was rarely the best choice, but on that cursed evening there was simply no viable alternative for her. Ivy growled bitterly. What were these sacks of meat all thinking, especially the male ones? The evening meal in the way too small canteen had escalated completely. After she got into a little discussion with Edward Nygma about the tasteless flower decoration of the tables, Jonathan Crane immediately got involved and gave his unasked opinion. When Harley, Harvey and Victor got on board, it was all lost. The botanist probably still had scraps of food in her beautiful hair. Her fingers slid through the long strands, actually found a loose spaghetti. She pulled out the sticky noodle in disgust and flicked it to the floor regardless. Absolutely disgusting. Ivy shook her head slowly, just stepped faster in the direction of the botanical garden. Normally she was not allowed to visit it on her own, but today it was more than safe to take this small risk and to be honest: who would stop her anyway right now? The guards were all still busy calming the food fight in the canteen. The redhead pushed open the glass doors of the greenhouse and took a deep breath. It was liberating. More than liberating. The air was saturated with the clear, filtered air of her favourites. Quieter than before, she slipped into the entrance area and let her fingers hover over the first tendrils on the sides. Fortunately, her offspring were doing well. In particular, the facility's caretaker went to great lengths to maintain the garden. A useful person. How surprising. Almost delightful. She felt the flowers and roots begin to tremble at her touch. The botanist smiled wickedly, breathed a little kiss on a loose leaf. She whispered softly: "Sweet little thing. You will grow big and strong one day, will you?” She released the sheet from her grip and strolled deeper into the long corridors. The background noise was impressive. Such a strong contrast to the typical noises from the penitentiaries. Ivy sighed softly and visibly relaxed. In this atmosphere she could completely forget all the trouble of the last hours. The redhead was just about to rest for a moment when she suddenly heard a low voice near by. She frowned and walked leisurely around the corner. The source of the noise still seemed to be hiding somewhere in the branching corridors. The words were an incomprehensible murmur and very hard to understand. After a few steps, there was also the faint clatter of dishes. The botanist was completely perplexed at this moment, but also slightly curious.
A few seconds passed before she finally found the stranger in the greenhouse. Pamela crossed her arms over her chest and examined the small man on the rusty bench in front of the bust. The blond, longer hair framed his boyish face and his contours were unusually gentle, almost delicate. Actually, the whole stature did not correspond to that of a powerful man, the small body size completed this impression. In addition to this realization, she immediately noticed the stubborn old fashion clothing. The green cloak was wrapped tightly around his narrow shoulders and the matching top hat sat a little at an angle on his head. He wore matching white leather gloves. Ivy bit her lower lip slightly. Jervis Tetch. She had overheard the guards' conversation when he was admitted in the facility. He was arguably obsessed with the story of Alice in Wonderland and had committed some unimaginable atrocities in adaptation to this book. Probably including kidnapping, rape and multiple murders. Another madman for the asylum. Ivy was just about to go the way back when the man's low voice nestled almost pleasant in her ear: "March hare, what's the point of saying this bad things? Naughty thing. We have to finish the tea first before we go back to these lewd rascals. If we go back at all. Maybe we'll just stay here and hide for the remaining eight months.” The botanist stopped dead in place, just sighed softly. That was expectable. How could it have been otherwise? There was a good chance that the young man would have trouble with the other inmates. It was his first stay in the clinic and this was always particularly tragic for most new inmates. Experienced patients weren't exactly squeamish. Luminaries like Jonathan Crane in particular broke inexperienced souls at lightning speed and the different villains had a perfidious joy in doing so. The redhead frowned. She had a big problem with the self-proclaimed Master of Fear. Jonathan was intelligent, no question about it and his expertise was certainly inexhaustible, but he went too far with his psychological games on some points. A large number of new patients had killed themselves because of him after less than five hours in the asylum. The older one always acknowledged this with a small smile, while the cleaning women cursed and had to work through the mess in the cells. Seen in this way, bets have often been made as to how long a newcomer would survive if he was put in the cell with the infamous Scarecrow. That the guards also took part in this spectacle made the botanist incredulous and very sick. The Arkham staff really wasn't interested in patient recovery - except perhaps some of the psychologists. She looked again at the young man on the bench.
After a while the redhead overcame her mental reservation and slowly sauntered towards the lonely inmate. At first he didn't seem to notice her. Ivy tried to crack up an honest smile and said carefully in his direction: “Hey. You're Jervis Tetch, I assume?” The addressee startled slightly, his eyes panicked like a deer. The botanist raised her hands soothingly and smiled a little more gently. The Mad Hatter relaxed only gradually, the opals still twitching wildly through the corridor. Apparently he was already planning his escape. Great. Two souls on the run from the large mob in the canteen. Pamela carefully came closer, made it clear to her counterpart that she did not want to harm him. As if in slow motion, she sat down next to him on the bench and continued softly: “Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Not all inmates here are barbaric fiends." Jervis looked down at his hands and played a bit with his fingers. After a short while he dared to look up, his blue eyes glittering slightly in the weak light. Finally he carefully lifted his fingers and ran two of them through Ivy's long hair. He mumbled cautiously: “My, my. You have such beautiful hair. As red as my queen's, but like silk and velvet. So beautiful. So pure. Cheshire Cat, just look. I don't even want to sew a hat for your head, that would completely disturb the aesthetics.” At first the botanist wanted to reject him more than harshly, but then quickly refrained from doing so. The expression in the blond's opals was strange. These did not contain any disreputable or even sexual intentions, as was always the case with such acts. The devotion and admiration for her hair seemed sincere. A short time later the young man added in a whisper: “What's your name? Tell me please. I need to know. The Hatter needs to know immediately. I've never seen such gentle beauty and your unique nature makes it perfect.” Pamela almost choked on her own spit. What had gotten into this guy? Or better: what got into her?
She didn't even know this man for two minutes. Nevertheless, he seemed to be familiar to her in a certain way and, contrary to her usual reason, she only smiled at his doing. His fingers were unexpectedly gentle with their easy play with the strands. Ivy replied muffled: “My name is Pamela Lillian Isley, but probably better known by my alias Poison Ivy. Eco-terrorist by trade.” The Mad Hatter smiled knowingly and only nodded slowly. He let his fingers slide out of her hair and turned away from her. The blond-haired man looked for something next to him on the bench for a moment, then suddenly held out a small white porcelain cup. It smelled suspiciously of black tea. The woman frowned, but picked up the cup and looked down at her moving reflection. Her greenish skin shimmered slightly in the pheromone-soaked halls of the botanical garden. The young man next to her whistled happily: “Hear, hear. Another participant in our small, private tea party. What a pleasure and beneficial surprise.” He took his own white service and swirled the black liquid a little, then drank the broth with relish. Ivy tried the tea too. It was bitter, but not in an unpleasant sense. Similar to a good coffee, but with a gentler after taste. The wonderland lover was certainly well read in the field and knew how to properly prepare tea. At least it tasted excellent. A certain silence fell between them, only interrupted by the low whirring of the insects around them. The redhead stretched a little and asked softly: “What brought you here in the first place, Jervis? You should be in the canteen for dinner. Not that it would bother me to enjoy your company here tonight.” To her surprise, the addressee slumped a little. The little figure appeared even a little smaller than before. The blond-haired man breathed his answer barely audibly: “They said to me that I shouldn't close my eyes tonight and if I do, the black man will get me out of the cell next to me. The lean man with the brown hair and the piercing eyes. After that I lost my appetite.”
Ivy gave a muffled sigh, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. He was talking about Jonathan. That was to be expected. So they had put Jervis in a cell with either Harvey or Edward, which were located right next to the Master of Fear. The botanist stroked the shiny porcelain. Both villains weren't exactly comfortable room mates for the first stay. Of course, that could no longer be changed. The redhead sat up and calmly replied: “That won't happen, Jervis. The so-called black man is also just a person in a silly scarecrow costume and he is locked in at night like everyone else. You don't have to worry, my dear.” The Mad Hatter blinked slightly, then sipped his tea in silence. He put the cup back on the saucer with a clatter and replied a bit lost: “What am I actually doing here? I should be outside and looking for my Alice. Now I'm going to spend eight months in these narrow corridors with other crazy people who don't even know how to make original English tea. It's sad. Almost to cry." Ivy clicked her tongue. At least the man seemed to understand that he was as mad as anyone else in the asylum and did not plead his sanity. The botanist crossed her legs, then replied calmly: “Perhaps you can convince some to learn, Jervis. Other inmates like me, for example. The tea tastes really fantastic and I would love to sit here with you more often.” The addressee perked up his ears. The cloudy eyes suddenly shone and a broad smile crept onto his unusually full lips. He refilled them both with some tea. While they were enjoying the second cup together, the loudspeakers suddenly rang out above them: “Jervis Tetch and Pamela Isley, return to your cells immediately. You have no business in the botanical garden. Especially you, Mrs. Isley, are not allowed there. You know the deal. Move!” The redhead groaned in annoyance and looked into the upper corner of the room. The small camera humming barely audibly, the red light glowed suspiciously. Without further ado, the woman rose and said quietly to Jervis: “We should go. If we don't act quickly, they'll drag us by the hair out of the greenhouse and refer us to an unpleasant electroshock therapy with the prison director Quincy Sharp.” The Mad Hatter nodded slowly, then took his picnic basket from under the bench. Where in the world had he found it? The young man carefully stowed the tea party utensils in the basket and pushed himself off the bench, still smiling happily. He took a few steps in the direction of the exit, then turned to Ivy and said happily: “Are you coming with me, Mrs. Isley? We don't have to walk the path alone and all of us would prefer your company on the way out. By the way, especially the Cheshire Cat is very fond of you. Maybe we can have tea together again tomorrow. This time in the canteen?” She couldn't help but smile again. Yeah, that wasn't a bad idea.
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ziracona · 3 years
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If you haven’t and you just want some personal enjoyment today without much effort you really should watch Mission Impossible (sans 2 which was canonically retconned for the fact it never should have existed). If you’re over 22 you should start with MI one because you’re probably old enough to get the full impact of it and be losing your mind watching some like 20 year old kid have his life fall apart which is the only truly true way to experience that film (you can watch it whenever but if you’re young watch it again later for the full experience trust me it’s stressful as fuck and you’re so upset but like, in a thoroughly engaging way). And if you’re younger than that you can start on 3, or 4 if you really really want something with almost exclusively positive emotions the whole runtime, and then go back and watch 1 and 3. Or you can start on 1 if you want tbh I started on 5/Rogue Nation and I don’t feel like it matters you just watch a good ass film, then if you decide you like it, you go back and start watching sequentially. Regardless it’s a fun time. The only real takeaways are “if you watch one as a kid you’re like ‘Ethan rocks what a cool guy’ and it’s fun, but if you watch it from any time past earliest 20s on, you’re like ‘HES FUCKIN 19 OR SOMETHING HES A KID LEAVE HIM ALONE’ and it’s truly a spiritual experience.” — and — “if somehow you saw MI2 already and it made you think the franchise is garbage please watch Ghost Protocol or smth and give it a second chance we all know 2 was bad even canon knows and adjusted accordingly; I promise.”
But anyway please try those out they’re so good. :’-]
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neni-has-ascended · 5 years
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Persona 4 Fanfic: “You Wouldn’t Expect” [Commissioned by spiralstorm]
Characters: Teddie, Labrys
Type: Romance
Description: Teddie takes Labrys out to the beach.
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Author’s Note:
A commission piece. Since I personally love this pairing to bits, I had a lot of fun writing it, though it took me a lot longer than anticipated... Mostly because I had trouble deciding what to do with the requested setting.
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I also have a tip-jar.
Most people considered him an extrovert. Most people thought of him as a person who was incapable of taking anything serious, regardless of the situation. Most people had trouble imagining him with anything resembling a sense of shame. Most people would also assume that such a shameless, unserious extrovert would not experience any sort of anxiety going to a social outing they, themself, had suggested and set up in the first place.
Most people were wrong.
There Teddie stood, drenched in a mixture of sweat and some overprized body spray he’d snuck from the hygienics department (on Yosuke’s tab). His bike stood angled and leaned against the wall right next to him. Ever since the incident with the pine tree and the rubber tape he wasn’t allowed to use the rollerblades anymore, so fixing up Yosuke’s old ride was his only way to get out here on his own. Probably a good idea anyway; he was well aware of the enticing properties these fabled ‘rides’ were supposed to have on cute girls. Though, didn’t the bikes he’d seen in Yosuke’s magazines look quite a bit different from that bicycle next to him? Not to worry unnecessarily, but this distinct aura of lameness he could feel radiating off the beat-up thing now that he wasn’t on it seemed a bit… troubling.
Ah! Focus, focus! Teddie clapped his hands onto his face and took a deep breath. Now was not the time to lose his nerves! Not here, not today! No, not when this was the moment, the one, his irreplaceable and very special, very first… date.
His breath stopped even just thinking the words. M-Maybe the air was just especially thin today? Who would be surprised, geez, with how unbearably hot and humid it was, good thing he hadn’t come in his beautiful fur, all the moisture would just have ruined his shine, but now his poor head-hair had to deal with these conditions, and his skin was all wet and his foundation was dripping, and his clothes were wrinkled, and the flowers were wilting, and he couldn’t stop biting his lip-
“Hey. Sorry, did I make ya wait?”
-He snapped to attention and froze up like a popsicle in a straight jacket.
Without him realizing, he’d been approached by a slender figure dressed in a light, flowing summer dress, a pale-yellow ribbon holding her long, azure hair together in a ponytail. Fuuka had really done amazing work in restoring those cloaking features. If he hadn’t known better, Teddie would have assumed it was a regular human girl that had just greeted him so kindly. However, he was sure that the face and voice he saw and heard could only belong to one person in this big world.
“O-O-Ohhhh~~!! L-Labby-chan!!”
He could force melodic inflections into his words all he wanted; it didn’t keep him from stuttering. He found it so hard to not stumble over his words whenever Labrys was around. This, too, he wanted to blame on the infernal heat today. It dried up his tongue and made it so hard to articulate! Yes, that was what was going on here, clearly, without doubt.
“‘You okay, Ted? You lookin’ kinda frazzled.” Labrys’ head tilted slightly as she spoke. Oh no, now the hot weather had gotten her worried for him, too! Not that he minded being cared for, of course, but… No, no! Today was not a day to be anxious and worried. Not for him, and definitely not for her! With a hearty shake of his head, Teddie tried to throw off the many oppressive feelings weighing down on his poor little head and laughed.
“Oh no, mon ami, what are you talking about? I’m doing just bearfectly fine! Especially now that I am in such stunning company~!”
“…If ya say so.”
She rolled her eyes a little, giving a slight sigh. While Labrys wasn’t necessarily the best people-reader, she did consider herself fairly perceptive, and the fact that Teddie right now didn’t appear to be at the height of tranquility was obvious to everyone but himself. Then again, hyperactivity was barely out of the norm for the little guy, now, was it? Giving Teddie a gentle pat on the head, Labrys began to scan the area around them a little.
“Whoa, it sure is packed. You sure it was a good idea to come today? Maybe we shoulda rescheduled, huh…”
The doubt in Labrys’ voice was like a lightning strike to Teddie’s motors, and at once he was bouncing along eagerly in front of the young gynoid lady, shaking his head in utmost denial.
“Nonsense! Don’t you know that getting lost in the crowd is part of the charm of this kind of event? Walking down the beach together, hand in hand, in a sea of blissful couples, gazing at the night sky above, and then--!”
“I… I was kinda hoping we’d be going for a swim.”
That sentence killed the scenario in Teddie’s head quicker than Yukiko could kill a man’s self-esteem. Labrys continued talking, her hands tugged away behind her back as she considered her surroundings. When had she ever found herself stood in a large gathering like this before?
“Y’know, since that whole Beach Party thing we were talkin’ about in spring didn’t end up happening yet, ‘cause everyone got busy, when you said we were meeting at Shichiri Beach, I just kinda… assumed.”
His face went through at least 5 different emotions upon the realization that whatever miscommunication he had allowed to happen had caused Labrys to come here with wildly different expectation from him. Teddie eventually settled on a boisterous laugh that came out more awkward than intended, trying to right the wrongs of what he had suggested.
“Ah… AHAHAHA! Of course, of course!! Swimming, at the beach, what beautiful maiden wouldn’t want to swim at the beach, it’s bathing suit time after all!! Summer, sun, pin-up poses! Never you fear, I always carry an emergency bikini just for cases like this, right on my-“
“…Going swimmin’ in a crowd like this would kinda blow my cover. My cloaking device can’t project into water, y’know.”
“-Oh.”
Well, that was quite unfortunate. And though she tried to hide it, a certain sense of disappointment on Labrys’ face couldn’t be denied. Teddie, for some reason, felt put on the spot by this. Embearrassed, even. And there he’d been mapping out this whole, unforgettable evening in his head already. What a debacle.
“Em… Should we…” he didn’t mean to, but he ended up having his head sink in between his shoulders on him. “Should we go home?”
Fast, unusually quiet and short was how Teddie’s question came out sounding. Still, Labrys seemed calm.
“Nah, let’s stay. It’s sorta my own fault for not researching the event before sayin’ I’d come. ‘Sides, I’ve never been to a ‘festival’ before. Maybe it’s gonna be fun.”
Teddie’s enthusiasm was restored.
“Of COURSE it will be fun! You’ll love it! We’ll buy snackies and weird thingie-dings, and write wishes on tiny sheets of paper, and catch goldfish and watch the fireworks and the stars…”
A young, gold-blond boy was excitedly jumping around in front of his azure-haired friend, continuing his descriptions in such a manner that it was hard to believe he was ever going to stop. Labrys chuckled. As nervous as it made her to be around these many strangers, as long as she had Teddie just being Teddie, she knew all was still right in the world. She took a deep breath of salty beach air mixed with the scent of fried meat and Takoyaki and looked out to the festival site stretching out before them.
“Shichiri-Tanabata Festival, huh.” she mumbled to herself. “Let’s see…”
Teddie hurried to drag Labrys along to every little point of attraction that grabbed his attention, his excitement unbroken even as the hours marched along. Calling his way of selecting the booths they’d spend their time at ‘erratic’ would have been flattery. In a hurry he jetted from one site to another, from a saleswoman selling star-themed charms to an ice cream stand, to a pair of performers, to a fishing game, to a stand selling cold drinks, and so on. It definitely helped that Labrys didn’t mind his guidance, much to the contrary. She was glad to have something resembling a line to navigate along this chaotic gathering of people, whose countless voices constantly threatened to overload her sensors. Her 5th generation hardware simply wasn’t optimized for complex social situations like this one. Following Teddie’s lead and focusing on his voice helped drowning out the noise. Holding his hand to not lose track of him kept her from getting distracted. Eventually, she found herself sitting by a table put up next to a little tree with lots and lots of colorful papers hung on it, sipping from a plastic cup of iced tea (her systems could handle tasting and excreting liquids; it was only solid foods that caused problems.)
“There sure is a lot to do here,” she said with a sigh, gazing at the mass of people she’d been walking through all afternoon and wondering how she’d survived it. She turned to Teddie. “You’ve been to a festival before, haven’cha?”
“Yes, but never to this one,” Teddie admitted, still a bit flushed from the excitement of all the games they’d been playing. “The one in everyone’s town is very different from here. It’s a lot smaller and a lot less romantic. This one here makes me feel like I’m being swept off my feet!”
“Hm…” Sip, sip, sip, Labrys worked her way through her drink, considering Teddie’s statement. For someone who had never been to this festival either, he sure seemed to sure his way around. There was a lot she could learn from him, especially considering that he hadn’t been living in this world for that much longer than her. It probably paid to be as wide-eyed curious as him when it came to this sort of thing. It was then that a small stack of tourist brochures on the table next to them caught Labrys’ attention. She reached out, took one and began to read it. Of course, Teddie looked over her shoulder.
“Ohhh, English! Fancy.”
“It’s frickin’ broken as heck tho,” Labrys frowned at the grammatical mess before her eyes.
“You speak English, Labby-chan?”
“Came pre-installed with ‘nuff to read most of it. Can’t exactly speak it tho. Well, not withoutta soundin’ like an, um, y’know. Robot.”
It took Labrys some mental effort to stop her language processing programs from going bonkers trying to deal with the monstrosity presented to them. Eventually, however, she had processed the text enough to read out some of it.
“Tanabata, also known as the Star Festival, originates from the Chinese Qixi Festival. It celebrates the meeting of the stars Vega and Altair, who’re thought to be embodied by the deities Orihime, the Celestial Weaver, and Hikoboshi, the Celestial Cowherd. According to legend, the two lovers were forbidden from meeting by the Sky King, who thought their relationship prevented them from performing their duties. Only once a year, when their stars meet on the 7th day of the 7th month, the two can meet, and it is said that wishes written down and bound to bamboo or branches on this day will come true.”
“Ohhhhh, that’s so romantic!!” Teddie almost squeaked hearing the story, making wide eyes at the paper in Labrys hands. She laughed.
“Sure, you’d like that. You’re into mushy stuff like that, aren’cha?”
“Hm. It would be even better if Ori-chan and Bosshy got to meet whenever they want,” Teddie declared after taking a few seconds to process the story. “I mean, it’s so sad! I thought true love was supposed to be forebear! Not giving them a happy ending when all the other fairytales get one just screams of discrimination, if you ask me! They should complain to the management!”
Somewhere halfway through Teddie’s critique had stopped making logical sense, but Labrys didn’t mind that. She’d expected as much. In fact, she kinda found it cute. She ruffled his hair.
“It’s probably a really old story, ya know. I reckon’ by now they’ve long got it worked out,” she suggested. “Like, maybe they quit their jobs and moved in together? That’s what I think woulda made sense, at least.”
“Mhm…” Teddie replied surprisingly half-heartedly as Labrys stroked his hair. Lowering his head, he mumbled. “If it were me, I’d do everything, so-“
“Hm?” Labrys tilted her head. Teddie’s voice had been too low for her to pick up all of what he’d said. However, he wouldn’t repeat the words. Instead, he swung his legs and leapt up from the bench the two of them were sitting on.
“Aaaaaalright! Where shall we go next, milady!?”
A 180° turn to the tree next to their table gave Teddie his answer.
“Oh, I know! Let’s write some wishes!”
It wasn’t Teddie’s first time writing wishes on Tanzaku paper. He’d done it the year before with Yosuke’s family, though then he hadn’t known the legend. However, it was Labrys’ first time, and she was struggling a little. To her it felt awkward trying to put any wishes she might have into words, especially knowing how many people there were around that could possibly be looking over her shoulder. The fact that Teddie kept loudly vocalizing every single thing he wrote down, proudly announcing his wishes to the world (he was up to tying his 10th Tanzaku to the tree now) didn’t help. Just how was it so easy for him to come up all these things to say? Maybe she just ought to stop thinking and just write down the first thing that came to her?
Eventually Labrys found a wish and wording she was happy with and put it on the paper in neat, clean handwriting, tying a perfectly symmetrical bow as she hung it to the branch. Yeah, this was okay. It reflected her hopes for the future, and she didn’t feel weird about the fact that someone else might read it. She was satisfied.
“Oookay!!”
Hands on hips, Teddie looked over his army of 27 Tanzaku Papers merrily fluttering on the tree, Labrys’ sole wish mixed right in with them. He seemed proud of the image, miming the hand-gestures of a photographer looking for the perfect shot again and again, though never actually taking a picture of the scene. The one to really take a photo was Labrys. The way Teddie was hopping around in front of that tree was just too cute.
“Careful, ya gonna tear ‘em down with all the wind you’re makin’ wavin’ ya arms ‘round,” she laughed.
“Wind? My lady, I will have you know, this is no orbearnary wind I’m kicking up here! It’s the cosmic shock-wave that will carry our wishes to the heavens! HMMMMMMM!” And he threw his finger up in the air and struck a pose, yelling. “ORI-CHAAAN! DID YOU GET ALL OF THIS!?”
Teddie’s display of unabashed confidence drew the attention of bystanders. A pair of college age girls could be heard chatting.
“Whoa, that kid’s Japanese is pretty good… And he’s kinda cute, too, isn’t he? Hee hee.”
“Careful what you say, I think he came with his big sister. You see that foreign-looking girl next to him?”
“Whoa, she’s pretty good-looking as well, check out that figure! How come foreigners get to have all those curves, huh?”
“Calm down, you’ll bother them. Hey, let’s move on, alright?” The girl took her friend by the hand and walked away, though she could still be heard adding. “It sure is nice, seeing that some siblings don’t feel like they need to ‘grow out of’ being cute together…”
Labrys and Teddie waited until the college girls were out of earshot. Then, they turned to each other, a little stunned.
“…Big sister?” Teddie asked, tilting his head a little. “Whatever did she mean by that?”
Labrys shrugged. “I guess we looked like siblings to them?”
“Oh, sort of like how Yosuke always says that all foreigners look ‘the same’? Geez, how rude!”
He didn’t look offended at all.
“We ain’t really foreigners though,” Labrys pointed out.
“So, we look the same to them because we’re both not human? Hmm, people are weeeird sometimes.”
“Yeah, can’t argue with that…”
“I mean…” Teddie put his fingers on his chin pondering. “It’s not like we should come across like siblings! After all, you are my fair Princess! And I am your Royal Knight, Sir Teddie, coming to your aid in shining armor.”
“Well, I dunno a lotta stuff ‘bout knights. But some of them were princes, right?” Labrys said. “And a prince can be a princess’ brother, I think.”
“Wha—No, no, no! None! That’s not it at all!” Teddie stomped one of his feet in the sand a little, not hard, just enough to kick up a dramatic dust cloud. “I mean… I maaaay be quite princely in just bearly all aspects, but! That’s not the nature of our relationship at all!”
“I mean. Yeah.” Labrys didn’t know what there was to get dramatic about, but on a purely factual level, she had to agree. “I do got some siblings, but last I checked, you weren’t one.”
“Right!?” Teddie seemed vindicated by that statement. He crossed his arms. “And… And anyway! If anything, I’d definitely be the older brother!”
At that, Labrys could only snort. “Really?”
“But, of course! In fact, ever since Sensei has gone back to the big city, I’ve done my beary best to stuff that sad, bro-shaped hole in Nana-chan’s life,” he told her. It’s not like I could ‘replace’ Sensei. Not even moi could ever do that. But! I’ve been visiting her lots and lots! We’ve been going shopping and watching TV and playing in the park and making music…”
Teddie’s mood went from high-strung to almost tranquil as he talked. His face visibly relaxed.
“Actually, you know, I wanted to bring Nana-chan here too! But… She was busy with school today, so she couldn’t come.”
“Why didn’t you just call me to reschedule then?” Labrys asked curious. “I wouldn’t of minded comin’ a day later so we can bring her, y’know.”
“No, it’s okay.” Teddie shook his head. “I’ll come with her another time! Besides… I thought it might be nice to come, maybe… just with you.”
Labrys accepted that statement, though she wasn’t quite sure what he meant by it. Generally, she found him rather unreadable at the moment. His expression, the way he didn’t really look at her but more at the ground behind her, that slightly pink tinge on his cheeks… Was he okay? If he was human, she would have guessed that he was showing early signs of a fever, but…
“Hey, hey, Labby-chan, look, over there! I wanna try that!”
And thus ended a brief, quiet moment.
The ‘that’ Teddie was referring to turned out to be a large stretch on the beach without booths, where people were currently gathering to perform some sort of folk-dance. Onlookers were evidently allowed to join in. Labrys was hesitant, after all, who’d ever heard of a dancing combat device? However, it didn’t take much coaxing for Teddie to get her to join. Despite their exotic appearances the two of them didn’t stand out among the dancers nearly as much as they could have. The crowd was diverse, some people having come in Yukata, while others were in casual clothing like Labrys and Teddie. There were even a few westerners, probably tourists, mixed into the bunch. Chaotic as it was, nobody noticed how many steps the two of them missed in their attempts to follow the shrine priestess and middle-aged man leading the dance. It was all in good fun. Some parts of the dance were performed in pairs and these were the parts that made Labrys most nervous. The idea of having to synchronize with the moves of a total stranger in order to not disrupt the event sent her logic circuits into disarray. However, Teddie kept close to her and immediately paired up with her whenever he heard the musical cue to, and though Labrys knew he probably had his own reasons for doing so, she was thankful. ‘He’s always been pretty clingy around girls, huh?’ she thought to herself. ‘Well, I’m glad he’s having fun.’ It was only fairly late into the song that it occurred to Labrys how many other good-looking girls her own age actually were in the crowd of dancers. Yet, throughout the entire song, Teddie hadn’t strayed from her side even once. When she realized that fact, Labrys fell silent.
“…”
“Labby-chan, what’s wrong? The music isn’t over yet.”
“Wha—O-Oh right.”
Labrys had been so lost in her thoughts, she’d stopped dancing on the spot. Now it was just Teddie and her standing still in the mass of dancers, small wrinkles forming on his forehead as he looked at her in worry.
“Are you tired? Should we take a break?”
“…Yeah, maybe. Thanks.”
Holding her hand gently, as if taking extra care to not hurt her, he led her to the edge of the beach’s waters, a little off from all the music and commotion. It was here, where the crowd was thinner and the noise less prevalent that, for the first time, Labrys could take a moment to breathe and process the events of the day so far. Her sensors registered a high content of sodium-chloride in water vapor in the air… Sea salt. A nice scent. In the distance the sun had begun to set, dyeing the sky and ocean in a dazzling red color. Carefully, Labrys stretched out the bottom parts of her legs to let the waves splash them a little. What appeared to be her ‘feet’ wasn’t real, of course, those parts of her body were a pure projection of her cloaking device, but it still was nice to pretend.
Watching Labrys stretch her legs out to the water like that, Teddie began to pout a little. He buried his face between his legs. “I’m sorry I didn’t take you swimming. You’re probably beary disappointed still.”
Labrys laughed at that. “What’cha even talking about? Today’s been great! I’ve been havin’ a blast.”
“O-Oh!” Surprised, Teddie looked up. “I was just thinking… You’ve been looking so nervous ever since we’ve come here, so maybe you weren’t actually having any fun.”
“Mhm… I’ve never really been ‘round this many people before. So, it’s a tad strange still, ya know?” Labrys admitted. “But a gal’s gotta get out sometime, right? I’m thinkin’, I wanna make friends that ain’t Persona Users too, some time. So, I’d better get used to seein’ more people around like this... You’ve already got that part of livin��� down to a tee, don’cha?”
Labrys grinned at Teddie as she said that, which he visibly took as permission to feel pride. Wearing her statement as a badge of honor, he puffed up his chest a little.
“Weeeell, if you ever need anybody to show you how to bring ALL the hot studs in town to the yard, you can come to me! I’ll be your wise and powerful mentor in the art of socialization and bearing it all to the world!”
“I’m sure ya will,” Labrys pet his hair a bit, partly to get him to dismount that high horse of his for a while. “Look. The stars are comin’ up.”
As the day drew to a close, the scene was lit by lights, both around and above them, all reflecting colorfully in the ocean before them. Labrys and Teddie spent the time talking, about themselves, the time they’d known each other, their friends. There was so much to say, the minutes seemed to pass much too quickly, and by the time Labrys had googled and pointed out the locations of Vega and Altair in the sky to Teddie, the festivalgoers had gathered around where they were sitting to gaze up at the stars as well. The fireworks began.
They were were even prettier than the last time Teddie had seen them, painting the sky in all possible colors, lights raining down above them in this pleasantly warm summer night. There were so many people around them, and – Labrys recalled – there were endlessly many more watching up to this same sky right now in this world. It was a concept hard to understand for someone who’d spent so much of her existence isolated from people, so why did she feel so at peace right now?
“I woulda never expected looking at some lights in the sky could be this beautiful,” she said quietly, almost a whisper.
“…Me neither,” Teddie said in much the same tone. And, whether he realized it or not, his hand was on top of hers.
In this moment, regardless of all the people and voices all around, it almost felt as if nobody but the two of them existed in this entire world. It was just like how, during the dance, Teddie had stayed only by Labrys’ side, like she would have never expected him to. That thought on her mind, Labrys found it easy to move closer to the boy next to her, her fingers intertwining with his, before she slowly drew him into a kiss.
“Next time, I’ll take ya out swimming,” Labrys told Teddie, breaking their lip-lock to bop his nose.
Stunned as he was, even if Teddie had had something to reply, he wouldn’t have known how to say it.
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Come To Light
So it only took the better part of a year, but I finished a thing! I started writing this almost as soon as Flash of Anger was done, but I couldn’t figure out what happened after cutesy naptime. I never post a follow up to a one-shot unless there’s more story to tell. Adorable snuggles are great, but they weren’t right for this. I’m pretty satisfied with how this turned out though.
This is a direct continuation of this fic, so it’ll make more sense if you read that first.
It was @lilotea ‘s tags on the original post that inspired me to continue it, so thank you for the inspiration! <3
Pairing: ASGZC
Angeal and Genesis left Cloud at Sephiroth's door, once they were sure no one would stop him. Each of them handled their trips to the Science Department differently. Genesis slunk off to parts unknown once he was free, although he was extra cuddly once he felt more like himself. He tended to cling to the first boyfriend he found for several hours.
Angeal was always tense after his sessions. It was not unusual for Angeal to pluck one or two of his enhanced loves out of whatever they were doing for an emergency massage. He needed the extra strong hands to work out the knots Hollander always seemed to tie him in.
Sephiroth just wanted peace and quiet after he got home. His one request was that one of them watch over him while he rested. He did his best not to interfere with the duties of his significant others, even if he had a preference for who stayed with him. Very rarely though, he wanted who he wanted and that was that. Cloud had no idea what Hojo had done, but it must have been bad for Sephiroth to pull rank to get Cloud out of patrols.
Cloud toed off his boots inside the door, stripping out of his uniform as he went towards Sephiroth's bedroom. There was a chair in the corner where Cloud dumped his gear as quietly as he could.
From the bed, Sephiroth grunted something unintelligible and lifted the corner of the blanket so Cloud could join him. Cloud slid in gladly, letting Sephiroth's arms pull him in close. They shifted together to get comfortable, but Cloud could feel Sephiroth's frown against his shoulder, "You're tense."
"I'm better now that I'm here." Cloud assured him, "Give me a minute and I'll be okay."
Sephiroth pressed sleepy kisses against the skin of Cloud's neck and shoulder until Cloud laughed and relaxed at last. With a small, pleased noise Sephiroth settled in and immediately went to sleep.
It took Cloud some time to follow him, thoughts still weighing heavily on his mind. He was not sure what he could do about the situation with his boyfriends. He enjoyed spending time with them. He knew he was being wasted on building patrols and guard shifts, but that was what he needed to do move forward with his career. Not even Sephiroth could use his rank to help Cloud get ahead.
Not that he would let Sephiroth do anything like that. If he was going to succeed, it needed to be on his own merits.
That’s what made the situation he was in so much worse. He loved Zack, Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth, but running off with them was doing damage to his reputation. He could not even really defend himself because he was doing all the things his squad whispered about and worse. Not for the reasons they thought, but that didn’t make it look any less like he was sleeping his way into the Soldier program.
Of course, no promotion or prestige was worth giving up the love he had found with them. He was glad he could be there when they needed him, but it might be time to discuss what qualified as a need. He fell asleep in the middle of compiling his list.
When he awoke, he was alone. Cloud wrinkled his nose in annoyance. The only time Sephiroth left bed early on a day like this was if someone else entered the apartment. That meant that everyone was probably already there, talking about what had happened that afternoon and making decisions on how to handle it while he was still sleeping.
Cloud was surprised by how quickly the anger curled in his chest. He found himself wondering how long he had been denying this was a problem. They never intentionally treated him like a subordinate, but they were all men who were used to making decisions for the good of a team. They probably had already come up with a dozen new ways to pull Cloud off patrols without drawing so much attention to it. Before today Cloud probably would have gone along with it, but now he knew he needed more.
Once he thought he had his temper under control, Cloud headed out of the bedroom. He could hear the others in the kitchen and smelled food cooking. It was later than he had realized. He tried to focus on the fact that he would have a home cooked meal instead of the fact that his squadmates were going to be extra obnoxious when he got back after lights out. He was mostly successful.
He stopped at the doorway and looked in. Sephiroth and Genesis were at the table talking quietly. Angeal was holding a spoon up so Zack could taste whatever was cooking. It was Cloud’s favorite kind of night. Even with as angry as he was, he could not ignore the feeling of home it gave him.
Sephiroth noticed him first, standing and drawing him into the room with the others. Cloud smiled as Sephiroth pressed a kiss to his temple, “Feeling better?”
“Much. Thank you for coming to me. Though, it sounds like we need to talk about that.” Sephiroth pressed him down into an empty chair at the table.
Genesis was already pouring him a drink, “I owe you an apology. I forget sometimes that you haven’t had the time to develop a reputation to protect you, the way I have. I promise to be more circumspect in the future.”
“We’ll all be better about it going forward.” Angeal added, setting the finished meal out on the table, “I don’t think we realized how hard it would be for you to explain after the fact.”
Zack slid into the seat beside him, nudging Cloud with his shoulder, “We also need to give you better cover stories. I’ve got three or four awesome ones that-”
Cloud held up a hand to stop them. It was just as he had feared, they had already assessed the problem and solved it in their own minds… all without consulting him, “I’m glad you guys have talked about it, but I have some thoughts about it, too.
He had the immediate attention of the others, and that gave him the courage to say what he needed to, “I know that you don’t see what I do as important. Compared to what you do, maybe it’s not… but it’s how I’m going to reach my goals. If I’m going to be a Soldier one day, I don’t want anyone to be able to say I didn’t earn it.”
“People will talk.” Genesis said, the same frown on his face that he had worn that afternoon.
“Genesis-”
Genesis waived Angeal off, “I’m not saying Cloud’s wrong, he’s not, but unless he plans to keep us his dirty little secret, people will say all manner of nasty things about how he made Soldier.”
“As long as it isn’t true, I won’t care.” Cloud snapped.
Cloud could hear Angeal suck in a breath. Across from him, Genesis’s jaw dropped open in shock. He could see Zack’s hand flex out of the corner of his eye, obviously wanting to reach out to him. As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wanted to take it back, but there was undeniably a small part of him that was glad he had said it.
It was Sephiroth who finally broke the silence, “Do you really feel that way?”
“There was a day, a while back, when my squad got ambushed by a hell house. While they were trying to regroup and heal, some whole eaters attacked them. Two of the guys were so far gone, they had to be patched up by the medics at HQ because the squad didn’t have the stamina to handle fighting and healing. It wasn’t too bad, everyone was back in the barracks by the time I got back, but...”
“You spent the day with me and Zack.” Angeal said quietly.
Cloud nodded, “I was glad to see you. I had missed you, but would it really have been so bad if we waited until I got off patrol that night?”
This time, Zack did reach out and cover Cloud’s hand with his own, “How do we fix it?”
“I don’t mind when it’s days like today.” Cloud glanced up, finally meeting everyone else’s eyes, “If you need me, I’ll be here for you. Otherwise, you’ll just have to learn some patience.”
Genesis quirked an eyebrow at him, “Have you met us?”
Angeal shoved Genesis, making the others laugh. Cloud grinned at him, throwing a piece of his bread roll at him, “I have nothing but faith in you.”
Everyone murmured agreements and apologies, promising to do better in the future. Conversation lightened up after that. Zack and Genesis worked together to come up with a wildly inappropriate story about the fake mission they had been on for Cloud to tell his squadmates. When Cloud got up to leave right after dinner, no one protested. Cloud kissed the others goodbye, but was surprised when Sephiroth followed him out into the hallway, "May I walk you back to the barracks?"
Cloud smiled, "You don't have to do that. I'm alright. Promise."
"After spending the day indisposed, I would appreciate the excuse to stretch my legs."
"I guess I can't argue with that." Cloud gestured toward the elevators and easily fell into step beside him.
The walk back to the barracks was quiet. Sephiroth was always careful of what he said in public under normal circumstances. He seemed to be extra cautious after their talk that evening. Their conversation was pleasantly bland. Anyone who heard it would be bored to tears. It warmed Cloud to his toes.
He waived at Sephiroth as he opened the door to his barracks, but Sephiroth’s voice stopped him, "Cloud, a moment?"
Cloud turned back, hand still on the handle, "Hm?"
"I only wanted to... thank you again, for today." Sephiroth said.
Cloud's eyes widened and he attempted to pull the door shut. Sephiroth held a hand up to stop him, arching his eyebrows knowingly, "Not only for your service but for your discretion. It is not often that we can find a member of the Infantry that is both skilled enough to keep pace with the Soldier elite and aware the danger of gossip. I wanted to be sure you were aware of my appreciation."
Cloud hoped Sephiroth could see the gratitude in his eyes. Sephiroth was giving him a cover that no one would question. His voice was unmistakable and with the door open, all his squadmates would be able to hear it clearly, "It was my pleasure to be of service, sir."
"I've told you in the past that such formalities were unnecessary." Sephiroth's lips curled in a teasing smile, "Especially after today."
Even Cloud could hear a sharp intake of breath and a few other hissed warnings for quiet. He had to bite down on his cheek to keep from laughing. When he was in control again he replied, "I'll work on that, sir."
Sephiroth let out a dramatic little sigh with just the right amount of wistfulness to be believable, "While I look forward to you joining our ranks, I will miss having a reliable Specialist available."
Cloud could feel his face redden. Sometimes Sephiroth could be worse than Genesis. From the smirk on his face, he knew he had set Cloud up for trouble of a different sort than Genesis had. Cloud glowered at him, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, sir. You probably won't have to worry about it for awhile."
"We'll see." Sephiroth murmured, "Have a good evening."
"Yeah, you too." Cloud lingered one last moment before turning and heading into the room at last. He had not been expecting the entire barracks to be staring at him, "Oh, uh, hey guys."
The questions came rapid fire from his squadmates, "Was that the General?"
"Oh, yeah, he walked me back in case anyone questioned me about being out so late." Cloud shrugged, heading for his bunk, "I told him it'd be fine but-"
"So what was that whole thing with the Commanders about this morning?"
"Gen- uh... Commander Rhapsodos is a jerk?" Cloud flushed and started pulling off his uniform to get ready for bed, "It's part of a theory of his. Let's just say when he says he could say anything and get away with it, he's right... I'm just glad he didn't request my assistance in verse."
"Damn, man... you're on a first name basis with all of them?"
Cloud grunted something unintelligible and climbed into bed. This was certainly nicer than his usual interrogations, but he still did not want to talk himself into a corner, "Guys, I'm exhausted. Can we… ”
He could hear the rustling of everyone else as they settled back in bed with various grumbled agreements or complaints. Once things quieted down, he let out a little sigh of relief. He was not exactly looking forward to breakfast, but it was worth it. He felt lighter than he had in a while after his talk with the others. Genesis was right, eventually their relationship would get out and he would face a certain amount of ridicule. He would just have to be that much better on missions between now and then. Cloud knew he could do it and that his boyfriends would be behind him every step of the way.
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