#a way to move the yaoi forward. it cannot be one without the other

[batw1nggg]

ughhhh my biggesttt pet peeve is when a postgame komahina fic uses izuru as like. a convenient excuse for angst instead of putting genuine thought into his existence and what it means. the amount of “i want hajime to be an unrealistically massive dick to komaeda unprompted… oh i know ill just make him go izuru mode”s and “komaedas only with izuru because he misses hajime and thats the only purpose izuru functions”s ive seen otherwise really good kmkmhn authors pull is genuinely devastating

[writteninsunshine]

Hush - Father Anthony Burke/Maurice “Frenchie” Theirault - NSFW

Title: Hush Author: Donnie Fandom: The Nun Setting: Father Burke’s Church Pairing: Father Anthony Burke/Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault Characters: Father Anthony Burke, Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault, OC: Denise Genre: Romance/Spiritual Rating: E Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 2755 Type of Work: One Shot, Part of the Sins Of The Father series Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Sin Kink, Church Kink, Confessional Booth Glory Hole, Jealousy Kink, ABO Dynamics, Mating (Mentioned), Knotting, Vaginal Sex, Interrupted Sex, Voyeurism, Prayer Kink, AU - Canon Divergent, AU - Modern AU Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Denise and the other OCs mentioned. Summary: If Anthony Burke knew one thing about Maurice Theriault, it was that he was a glutton for punishment. AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: discord.gg/FyaWw25 Here we have another dirty thing with Father Burke and Maurice. Who knew I would be able to bang out so many words for these two? I guess I have a problem. xD But, regardless, they’re fun to write and I’ve been able to get a lot done, so I’m proud of that, at least. Here we go! All prayers used within are actual Catholic prayers, if that bothers you, please do not read this. This is a very heavy church and sin kink fic, and if you cannot handle that, DO NOT READ IT. I will not interact with people telling me I’m bad or need Jesus or something.

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Hush ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Stepping into the confessional booth after midnight, Maurice felt flighty and exhilarated. He drew the sign of the cross before himself before taking a deep breath and letting it out.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago.” “Two weeks?” Father Burke commented, off-handed but uncharacteristic to his usual attitude, “It seems you have been busy.” “I… Oui.” Maurice answered, “I’ve been thinking impure thoughts, Father. I feel as though I need to be bred by every Alpha I see.” There was a low rumble of a growl on the other side of the wall, and Father Burke had to cover it with a cough. “Just being around certain Alphas I know makes it unbearable.” A slick, wet sound filled the confessional as he slid his hand into his track pants to touch himself, and Father Burke’s scent picked up in interest. “Every Alpha?” He asked, unable to tamp down on the subvocal growl in his words. “Not everyone gets me as wet as you do, Father.” Came the sultry answer as Maurice let himself have a small moan of pleasure, rubbing his fingers over his clit. Eyes rolling back, his jaw dropped, “Can you hear me, Father? Smell me? You do this to me so often… I can barely make it through a sermon without needing to touch myself.” “That is… Sinful, indeed, my son. I… I do indeed smell you. And hear you.” There was a rustling of fabric on Father Burke’s side and it was clear he was readjusting. “This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all my sins.” Maurice offered through another moan, and Father Burke finally opened up the small door between the booths. “Your penitence is to serve me, and through me, the Lord,” Anthony replied, accent thick with arousal as he pushed his cock through the hole. “Use your mouth for me.” That growl was still there, thick and possessive as he presented himself. Maurice slipped to his knees in the booth, slurping at the elder’s cock and dipping his tongue underneath the foreskin, just like he liked. Already, he heard the other’s head thunk against the wooden wall between them, and he couldn’t help but take him all the way into his throat. The choked sob of a moan that left the elder man made him giddy and excited, bobbing a few times in rapid succession. Maurice’s throat was warm and wet and tight, just like another particular part of him that he liked, and he couldn’t help but feed himself to him a few times, giving shallow thrusts into his mouth. Anthony panted, moaning unashamedly as he rolled forward, though he was struggling to get that confession out of his head. Every Alpha he saw. Despite Maurice falling into an easy rhythm, he finally pulled back entirely. “I want you in here, with me. Now.” His voice left no room for arguing, so Maurice gathered himself and exited his half of the booth while Father Burke closed the door between them. He stepped in, immediately being pressed into the door when it was closed. Anthony’s lips were on his neck, the warning of teeth pressed to each kiss as he fought the urge to mark him right there. He held both of Maurice’s wrists beside his head, biting into his neck enough to leave indents. “Other Alphas, huh?” He questioned, puffed up over this, his breath hot on the younger’s neck. “I-- Ohhhh, it’s… It was just… For the game.” He managed, his words broken by moans and gasps as he was thoroughly scented and chewed on. “I only think… Think about y-you these days.” “You had better.” Anthony snarled into his skin, nipping his earlobe and jerking his knee between the other’s thighs to give him something to rut against. As expected, Maurice ground himself down into the other’s leg, eyes rolling back with a loud moan. “Only you, I promise~” Maurice whimpered, not caring that he was rubbing the elder’s cock against his pants leg. “Strip, I want you to ride me. Now.” Demanding as he was right now, the thought was too good to pass up. He sat down, his pants already around his ankles, and watched as Frenchie struggled to get out of his own pants. The track pants shouldn’t have been such a challenge, but it took him too long to get his boots off, as well. Crawling into his lap facing him, he sunk down on the elder’s cock and gasped, eyes rolling as he filled him thoroughly in one go. Without waiting for a second, Anthony took hold of his hips and slammed his own upwards, only leaving a gut-punched moan on his lover’s lips. Sucking at his neck and chest, he tugged his shirt up and off as he rutted his hips up, barely giving Maurice a chance to move. Biting into his neck, Anthony tasted his skin with a lick as he pulled the other down on him, and Maurice cried out, going stiff from the pressure on his muscle. There would be no hiding that mark, at least. “If you do not stop me,” Anthony moaned into the bite, licking at it and nuzzling the sensitive skin around it with his nose, “I am going to mate you. Right now.” “O-ooh, fuck, right here?” Maurice didn’t seem so bothered by the thought anymore, hitching his hips in a tight circle as he rolled down. “Yes… Do it.” It wasn’t like he had a knot blocker on him, anyway. Grinding up into him again, Anthony purred loudly in his chest, sucking on the bite mark he’d left behind and happily rubbing the other’s stomach. He’d wanted to pup him up for a while, and this was as good as any chance he’d get. About ready to push him into the wall and fuck him hard, they both went still when they heard the heavy door to the church open. Anthony’s eyes went wide and he quickly fumbled for his pants around the younger man, pulling the scent blockers out and activating them with a swipe of his thumb. “Shh.” He muttered, holding a hand over the other’s mouth and trying to still his hips. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was three days ago.” A woman’s voice broke through the other side, and Father Burke sighed. Frenchie could tell this one came in a lot. “I took some of Daniel’s school supply money to buy more crack.” She told them, not knowing there was a third party, “And I didn’t do anything to put it back. He needs a new backpack, and I smoked all of it in two days. I didn’t take too much, just $50, but he’s upset… And I think I sinned.” “Well, my child,” Father Burke had an amazing ability to not be bothered by the clamping pussy around his cock, and Frenchie thought that was equally frustrating and admirable. Of course he’d have to try and get him to moan or breathe heavy, at least, “You and I both know that taking from your children is sinful, as is using the money to feed a habit the devil provided you with.” The last word hitched a little as Frenchie wiggled in his lap, and Anthony gave him a dirty look and shook his head. ‘Not now’ he mouthed, and the French-Canadian just grinned at him, clamping tight around his cock and making Anthony’s eyelids flutter. “I… I know. I know I sinned. It doesn’t help that Mikayla is starting to smoke at school. Just cigarettes, but I can’t help but think that it’s my fault.” The woman on the other side sobbed into her hands, and Frenchie rounded his hips again. Covering his grunt with a cough, Anthony sighed. “Would you like me to arrange for you to go to a clinic to get help? There is one uptown that is very nice, we work with them often for people in your situation.” “I-- Yes, Father. That would be good, I think. I don’t want to keep doing this to my children.” She told him, “It’s just so hard, being a single mother.” “I understand your-- Your situation.” He had to keep his growl out of his voice somehow, so he rested his face on Frenchie’s shoulder. That opened up his neck to nibbles and kisses, and he had to close his eyes tight and gulp. “I think St. Joseph would be a good place to start, and I could arrange for Margaret to take care of your children while you g-- Get better.” Maurice could feel Anthony flagging inside of him, so he sucked hard on his shoulder, right where he intended to bite him when they mated. His hips rolled and he felt that throb go through him, and he couldn’t help the excitement flooding his system. This was the absolute wrong time for it, and he knew that, but Frenchie was being adamant to finish this. “I’ll do it. For them. Thank you, Father. This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all my sins.” “Your penitence will be to apologize to-- To your children,” He grunted slightly, lightly tapping Maurice’s hip as a reprimand, “And then you will check into St. Joseph, and I will help you in the morning. I want you here at ten sharp.” Anthony felt a pang of anxiety in his chest, knowing what must happen next. “Join me in prayer.” Maurice barely contained his moan behind his hand, closing his eyes and sucking in a deep breath. “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart.” Was this truly for Denise, or was it for his own transgressions right now? Even Anthony didn’t know for sure.  “In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against You whom I should love above all things.” Maurice rounded his hips and lifted slightly, drooling slick down Anthony’s cock and balls, and Anthony had to take a breath, as shaky as it was. “I firmly intend, with Your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin.” Maurice somehow managed to swallow down another moan, rising and falling slightly in the other’s lap. “Ou-our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and d-di-died for us. In His name, my God, have mercy.” Her voice joining Anthony’s didn’t seem to bother Maurice at all, “Amen. Is that all, my child?” “Yeah, I… I think so. Thank you, Father.” With that, Denise exited the booth and her leave through the large doors left Maurice alone with his lover once more. His hips rolled and Anthony’s hands jumped to them, holding him still. “You,” Anthony began, voice stern, “Are in huge trouble.” “Oh? Why?” Maurice’s hips tried to make another round and he nearly got away with it before Anthony’s firm grip on him kept him in place. “You know what you did. You can’t go doing--” “Then punish me, Father.” Maurice purred, nuzzling his neck again before he was pushed back. Anthony’s hands jumped back to Maurice’s hips to stop him from moving once more. “I will. You love being punished so badly, I don’t think you get a punishment.” “Oh, come on.” Maurice pouted, crossing his arms, “You said you’d mate me.” “And now, I don’t think that I will. Not tonight.” But, that didn’t mean that Anthony was going to stop. He roughly thrust up, before rocketing off the bench and pinning him back against the door. One hand went to the other’s rump, squeezing before giving him a slap that made Maurice’s ass jiggle. “You’re going to have to take your punishment, however, and then offer repentance.” “I thought y-you said I--” “Your punishment is really that you have to wait to be mated, L’Amour. You shouldn’t have done that when she was here to confess.” Though his voice sounded softer, now, his thrusts didn’t let up when he wasn’t busy talking. Each of them pushed Maurice closer, and Anthony finally turned to kiss his lips gently. “Now, we pray. Do you remember the prayer that she spoke…?” “Mnn… Not-- N-not really, F-Father.” Maurice whimpered, getting close enough to his orgasm that it would have left him, anyway. “Then repeat after me, Precioso.” He spoke softly, kissing the other gently on the lips, “Oh Most humane and adorable Jesus, Your endless grace and mercy flows forth. ” Taking a break from his words to give a few more thrusts, Anthony listened to Maurice’s broken moans of the words he’d left him with. “Before granting the gift of absolution to earnest repenters of sinful ways, You demanded a sacrificial compensation. For a wrongful act cannot be rectified until punishment has been accepted.” Another thrust broke the word ‘punishment’ in half as Maurice spoke. “Yes, for the salvation of my soul, Jesus, You accepted the price of the Cross.” Maurice was insanely close now, and Father Burke reached down to grip his Omega’s cock gently but firmly. He wasn’t going to come until they were done. His thrusts didn’t get any easier, however, “Gr-grrrr-grant me the gr-grace to remain free of debts, my he-heart remaining flawless before You, m-ma-making Your absolution truly worthwhile.” With a soft smile, he finally rolled his hips forward to bury his knot inside Maurice, causing him to shriek while he murmured ‘Amen’ into the Omega’s neck. It was harder than he thought not to bite down, but Anthony knew that if he didn’t stick to the punishment, Maurice would never listen to him. Instead, he kissed at his Adam’s apple, focusing on licking him in time to his haggard breaths. Maurice appreciated the thought, rocking his hips slightly to secure the hold on him, and his eyes rolled back as Anthony let go of his cock. “Ooh… Father,” he gasped, “It feels… So good.” To finally come went unsaid, because Maurice didn’t need to get in more trouble for nearly interrupting Denise’s confession. It already cost him the mating, and that was bad enough to get his mind on a hopefully better track of thought. “You feel good, too, Maurice.” Anthony purred into his neck, nipping his earlobe gently, “And when the time is right, I will mate you, if you still want me to.” Dragging his lips back to Maurice’s, he kissed him gently, nuzzling their noses together. “I--” Maurice went a little still, but he wasn’t quite stiff, watching the elder with a pensive frown before he relaxed again, “I think I am… Heavily considering it.” That was the best he could come up with, laughing softly at himself before shaking his head. “I’ve never dated someone this long before.” He added, resting their foreheads together as Anthony moved them back to the bench. “If I recall, you’ve never dated anyone else.” He offered softly, kissing those plump lips gently once more, “Though I am flattered that you chose me to be the first.” Had any of the others tried to dig their claws in, Maurice would have already been spoken for. Perhaps it was luck, but Anthony liked to think that God was rewarding him for his hard work; Even though there were things he wasn’t so proud of, that haunted the back of his mind quite often. Maurice helped to keep those thoughts at bay, and he didn’t know what he’d do if he was eventually turned away. “I’m happy that you are the first.” Maurice told him honestly, kissing back gently, “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted romance before. It is delicious.” “You are incorrigible.” Anthony laughed, gently lapping at his lips and teeth, “Also delicious, but mostly incorrigible.” “I… Have no idea what that means,” Maurice replied, eyes down, and Anthony tipped his head up again to kiss him once more. As much as Maurice beat himself up for not understanding things often, Anthony never minded explaining things to him. “You will continue to sin and I must be here to try and steer you straight. With… More of this, I suppose. Romance and your favorite punishments.” “I like the sound of that.” Maurice murmured against his mouth, happy to have a good man in his life for once. “I could get used to this.” “I sincerely hope that you do.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Can I write anything for these two that is less than six pages? Evidently not so far. At any rate, I hope you guys enjoyed!

[blade-king-luze]

“Frost That Melts Against a Warm Breeze”

(OOC: A short story between Luze’s and Reiga’s relationship that could possibly take place after Chapter 59 from Uraboku. I am such a sucker to a “princely and knightly” relationship between males. Especially from the villains point of view.) (Anything that I would write between Luze and Reiga is NOT pertaining to any Yaoi content. It’s more of the Platonic side and VERY subtle. NEVER ... subtly or more erotic. I almost read something like that between Luze and Reiga once. ... No. Just no ... Leave me out of that mess.) Feat. Reiga Giou (Fowler), Luka Crosszeria

🎵 - (Music to read through this)

The Crosszeria brothers were on the verge of bleeding to death as they fought each other for what seems like hours have gone by. Going through their last breath to exchange their own final blows at each other, Reiga suddenly calls Luze to pull back and retreat. Confused, Luze was desperate to finish Luka off, but as he sees Luka chanting his final strike with Black Magic, Luze had no other choice but to do his master’s bidding and barely escapes successfully as Luka’s attack missed. Luka is left disgruntled but confused as well, but understood immediately that Luze would escape only when told to by someone.

Luze is then seen recovering his wounds within the cleansing pool of water within Infernus, inside one of the recovering chambers for Opasts. Much like resting within a bathtub engraved on the ground specifically for healers who cannot heal their own wounds strongly enough. He meditates as he ponders about what his brother still thinks of him, considering almost being killed by him.

It wasn’t until suddenly, Reiga steps in to check on Luze’s recovery process. They both have a small chat. However, Luze immediately sense something amiss. Something within Reiga’s heart stirs and Luze reassures him.

Read on from what would Reiga’s and Luze’s relationship would like within this story. A story if the villain himself showing his human vulnerable side to Luze, the only Duras he truly trusts within Infernus. And the one that would never betray nor leave his side.

“Fall back, Luze!”

Those words were the only things I heard out of nowhere as I was huffing for air. Thankfully I knew who it came from. Fowler. But why now? I am this close to finishing my brother off. I can’t retreat now.

Both of us ... Bleeding immensely, cut severely, and greatly wounded as we both went to our knees to steady ourselves. Luka stabbed his sword on the ground as he tries to stand back up. I had my hand on the floor as I kneeled down, my sword at my side. We could barely breath. The wounds stifled us as we could almost die at any point. All it takes is one more blow from either one of us.

My vision began to blur as I kept seeing my own blood pour out from me. My hand was shaking as I tried to reach for my blade and grasped the handle, successfully. I tried to pull myself up one more time. My whole body was beginning to numb ... I can’t let this slide ... Not after ... What my brother did to the rest of us ... Not after ... Betraying us ...

I began to cough out blood as I struggled to stand up. Luka was already halfway up. I won’t be beaten by him. Not by my older brother.

“Luze! That’s an order!” 

This time, his voice sounded a little frantic. A part of me can’t just ignore him but at this rate ... I looked up in time as I saw the violet lightning aura swelling around Luka. He’s already casting his Black Magic. I gritted my teeth as I wanted to take my stance again and strike at him. 

But now isn’t really a good time, isn’t it?

Luka’s hand began to surge with energy as magical runic Ley Lines appeared in front of him as he spoke Enochian.  I knew this spell, the piercing lightning spear that almost pierced Fowler one time. He would still go all out on me, no matter? Frustrated, I really had no choice but to pull back. There’s no time nor energy to put some kind of barrier up from his attack nor dodge it. Damn it. Damn it all. I started to chant a wind spell in Enochian that would send me away from him.

As I saw his hand pointed forward, the lightning spear came for me.  But he already knew how fast I am against his magic. It wouldn’t deter me that easily ... Except from these annoying wounds in the way.  I suddenly finished my spell as I barely made my way out of it. The visible wind surrounding me and taking my figure away, vanishing in thin air

Luka was caught off guard as he saw the cloud from his spell dissipated, but there was no body to be found beyond it. With his last strength, he barely ran to where I was standing and looked around. “Damn it, Luze ...” He probably knew why I had suddenly retreated. He knew I would never back out from a fight. But it was inevitable because I had to follow orders. Just like any other Brand Zess in the Crosszeria lineage. He kneeled down once more as his wounds festered a little, sword pierced on the ground again as he was trying to breath for air.

I appeared in a different location inside an alleyway, far away from prying eyes and far away from where my brother might know where I am at. He probably knows I am still around the area for just a bit longer ... But with both of us in this dire state, he couldn’t have that much strength to look for me ... Fortunately.

I leaned against the wall as I clenched my limped arm. Blood was still dripping as I huffed softly for a bit of air I can muster. I looked up and leaned my head against the wall as I closed my eyes. My head began to spin as a thought ran through me suddenly. 

The way that Luka wouldn’t give up and strike me down whenever he had the opportunity. The way he would use his Lightning Spear at me, not caring at all if it were to end my life for those he loved. The thought that ... The Light told me and in front of Luka himself ... If I weren’t ordered to, would I not fight Luka at all?

How did he see right through me?

“Luze!”  I opened my weary eyes. That’s right ... I still haven’t moved from my spot. I could barely think from my body growing more numb. 

“Don’t worry about me, Fowler ...” I told him telepathically. Each pause, a breath. I could tell at that point, he must be relieved to hear from me. “I will be alright ... I will return ... as you told me ...” I closed my eyes again and looked down. I softly spoke Enochian again but barely, as the wind swelled around me and took my figure away and back to Infernus.

---

Deep and Dark. Black. The candelabras were lit dimly, making the room tinted deep red. The waters enclosed around me. I couldn’t hear nor speak as I was resting inside the healing chambers within cleansing shallowed waters, enough to submerge and sleep deep enough in it. The deep sound of water engulfed my ears and drifted me away to nothingness, into the abyss. 

I felt my body begin to recover. The cuts and gashes start to seal themselves. My blood, returning to me slowly but vigorously. I never wanted to wake up. I felt that I didn’t need to wake up ... Not after what happened and what I had thought of before I returned. If only I could just rest here without worry. Maybe even drown more deeper and sink to the very bottom towards the Ninth Layer.

My eyelids quivered as I slowly opened them. The soft red light shining down from the surface of the water made it look like a sunset, gleaming down with its rays. I opened my mouth to let the bubbles from my breath rise towards the surface.  How surreal it looked. Like a dream. But instead, I was still living in a nightmare.

I laid there, floating beneath the surface of the water for awhile until I felt myself fully recovered. Not a cut to feel, nor my muscles that ache anymore. I slowly began to emerged from the waters halfway as I lifted my head up first then looked down towards my reflection as I opened my eyes. Water droplets fell as I hesitated, focusing now on top of the water’s surface. My hair slowly dropped down in front of me, almost covering my whole visage. I took in deep breaths as I tried to relax. My hand reached towards the Crosszeria crest on my left upper arm. I clenched it tighter as I closed my eyes with steady breaths.  Never will I be fully relaxed. Not when I have this cursed brand on me ... Reminding me that I still have a road to follow. No matter how difficult others would look at me or judge me ...

I suddenly heard heels clicking nearby softly as each step grew louder, but steady. I looked up slowly but barely and recognize that small figure coming closer. Fowler. My body eased for a moment as I looked at him halfway.

He had a concerned but stern expression. He stood there with his eyes focused on me. He looked ... Saddened behind his serious facade.

“I see that you’re fully recovered, Luze.” He said with a calm voice. “How are your wounds?”

I looked down. The sound of small drops from me dripped and echoed softly. “My wounds are no more. I am fully recovered.”

“Is that so ... I am glad.” he nodded subtly.

I hesitated as I dropped my hand from my arm and back into the water.  “... Why did you ordered me to retreat?” I suddenly said. Fowler looked at me sternly. “I could have finished what we started. You told me to get rid of Luka as quickly as possible. So that your goals to lure The Light would happen. And yet ... You halted me.”

Silence filled the room. Only the movement of water was heard.  “... You didn’t seem like yourself at all, Luze.” He said. “Not only have I been observing the movements of the Zweilts, but I also kept my eye on you, like I always have. This time, you ... seemed like you had your mind clouding you during your fight with Luka.” He looked down. “I knew what would happen if you were to lose focus. However, that doesn’t mean that I have lost faith in you ... I never have to begin with.”

I looked at him with a stern glare at first, by my gaze soften while my heart felt a little light somehow. I moved closer to the edge of the pool and begin to rest my head on the edge, my body still submerged but floating. Staring up now at the high ceilings “... So you didn’t want me to kill, but rather get me out of a situation where I could still fight?” Even though I knew why he did ordered me to retreat. But at the same time, it felt unnecessary that I felt like I had to retort subtly. I swore I heard him scoff softly.

“Still stubborn as you have always been. Isn’t that right, Luze?” I didn’t pay any mind to what he said. But my heart felt more light from his words. I’ve always been stubborn. No matter how hard my situation may be. I somehow pushed forward. Even if there are times where it was useless for me to live on. As long as I serve a purpose. As long ... As Fowler was there to watch over me.

“Forgive my actions, Fowler ...” I heard myself say. I never want to do anything wrong especially from someone I have trusted myself with. 

He looked at me, concerned but now smiling calmly. “How many times do I have to say it? You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

I suddenly felt something was amiss. I wanted to look towards his direction but I heard his footstep coming closer and closer. I barely saw him hovering over me. But what caught me off guard, was that he kneeled all the way down behind and besides me.  My eyes grew a little wide as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, not caring if his gloves were to get wet. My eyes still focused on the ceiling, still floating in the waters.  He buried his head down towards the left side of my neck.

“... Never will I have you throw your life like that again.” He began to say, in whispers. “I knew how strong you were against your brother. I should have known that you and Luka would go on until you would kill one another ... It ... Wasn’t my intent.” I felt his body slightly trembling. My eyes began to narrow and glaze. “I don’t know why ... You’ve been through so much as a soldier yet, for some odd reason ... I just can’t let you go out of your way to waste your life for no reasons at all ... I ... I can’t bare the thought of you dying so suddenly ... I ... Don’t want to lose you ...”

Those words ... Those sudden words ... Were suddenly all I wanted to hear ... I felt my mouth quivering slightly.  My eyes began to quiver subtly. “... Fowler.”

I felt his embrace grow tighter, but weak. “I should be the one to say, forgive me, Luze ... I didn’t mean to show my vulnerable side to you. No one should see me like this. Not even you ... I should stand proud as a leader of the Duras ... Yet here I am.”

I placed a hand gently on his hand. I felt his head looking up slightly at the gesture. My gaze still focusing upward. “Fowler, you mustn’t apologize for your behavior. That time where I assured you that you might still have your Hume aspects still in you, pay no mind ... As long as you do not regret your decision on the path you choose to walk forward to ... I will always follow you, no matter how far you wander off. I will never betray you ...”

His eyes began to quiver as he buried his head back to my neck, embracing me tightly but gently.  “... Thank you, Luze ... From the bottom of my heart ... I am very fortunate to have summon you as a faithful Duras at my side ... And a dearest friend ...

A friend ... Huh. I never thought in my whole entire Duras life would I be considered as one. “If you do not mind if we ... Stay like this for a little longer ...?” “... Not at all.”

We both stood in our position for quite some time, until Fowler calmed himself but still holding onto me.  I turned my head to barely look at him and gently placed my head against his.  I closed my eyes. Maybe I wanted this moment to last a little longer as well ...

After all, we were both trapped in our own world of solitude.  A world, where people will look down upon us. Half Hume, Half Duras.

However, as long as there are two people bearing it together,  We will never feel as alone as we are now. Even if it means being stuck in this hellish nightmare together and more ...

[komakitigerdrop]

Apparently I didn't express myself accurately. As you said indeed, certain scenes don't mean anything, so my question is, what scenes would actually mean something? (I'm being hypothetical, not trying to say existing scenes mean anything.) Or are you going to keep believing in YxF even after something big happened between MxF/TxF/YC/AxF? I'm the kind who buys whatever couple the author sells, but I'm curious about shippers loyal to one specific couple.

Ahh, thank you for sending another ask. I was not pleased with my previous answer either - I was pressed for time and didn’t articulate my ideas very well.

I think that the best way to answer your ask is to break it down into a few different parts, if you don’t mind. I will hide it under a cut so that I don’t clutter people’s dashboards.

1. About Shipping

I am not the kind that buys whatever couple the author sells, just because I am not naturally invested in most fictional couples (regardless of media type - I guess I am either too cynical, or just overly realistic). I read other mangas and in most of them, either only one couple draws my attention, or none. I find most of the tropes used in yaoi either dumb, childish or both. That is all to say that I hardly ever find myself emotionally invested in a fictional couple, but when I do… I do.

2. About Finder specifically

This part will merge with the next, “scenes that matter”. The reason why I can’t bring myself to find Mikhail and Fei a believable/interesting couple is because their relationship is not organic. By organic, I mean: something that was construed over time, something that followed a trail, that was built upon events that primarily existed to advance other parts of the story. Finder started in 2002. Fei Long and Mikhail were introduced in 2007. For twelve years, FxM interactions were limited and emotionless. Even their sex scene in Volume 9 was a transaction. Nothing was built to suggest any kind of emotional connection between these two individuals, nothing was said, on the page, about either of them being remotely interested in starting a romance.

Bear with me here.

Reason being, Fei Long was a character created to gravitate around Asami. The crux of his existence in the manga was always the relationship with this one man, the feelings for this one man. No one else. Not Mikhail, not Tao, not Yoh. Flash forward to 2018, and YA gives us that iconic scene in which Fei Long ships Akihito and Asami to a desert island, and I think that this is the gamechanger. Now Fei Long is in a position to move on.

Coincidentally, we readers are given back Yoh and a sex scene with Mikhail in the same damn chapter.

Two suitors with feelings for him.

On one hand, Yoh, whose feelings he admitted to Fei Long in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Of course he was not reciprocated. Then, there was Finder no Rakuin, in which their affection was mutual. Had its plot not been written by Yamane Ayano herself, dialogues reviewed and all,  I would happily cast it aside as “non-canon”. But it was, so I won’t. If one accepts Finder no Souen as canon to explain Kuroda and Asami, then one needs to accept Finder no Rakuin as canon to explain the feelings Fei Long and Yoh have for each other. I won’t label those feelings because in all honesty, I wouldn’t know how to. Fei Long’s heart was not within reach, and yet Yoh still managed to touch it. There is a connection between those two men based on trust, on forgiving, and yes - on physical pleasure. It delivers in all fronts.

You ask, what would be necessary to convince me that Mikhail is the real deal? I’d say, I would need to see him deliver in those three fronts. I’m sorry, but a night of sex in exchange for a favor, and a moment of compassion after a session of torture won’t cut it for me. Mikhail going to see Yuri, as I mentioned before, was due to concern and a sense of duty - but in all honesty, he is not the first and won’t be the last to put his ass on the line for Fei Long. Akihito did it. Asami did it. Yoh did it. Do they all get a ticket to Fei’s heart? If they do, then what is the point?

It was the need to save Asami that ultimately brought Fei Long and Mikhail together. It was not mutual attraction, interest, or compatibility of values/goals/personalities. What happens when Asami is safe and sound? Has Mikhail made that much of an impression that his presence in Fei Long’s life will be justified long after their current shenagigans get sorted out?

Again: maybe yes. Maybe YA will find a way to make Mikhail relevant, maybe the road she chooses is a passionate romance. But will that convince me that she is “picking Mikhail over Yoh”? No. Because these two relationships do not compare. Mikhail is an open flame, Yoh is a slow burning amber. It’s just who they are, it’s what they have to offer. Their purposes and benefits as “love interests” are very, very different. And yes, I will even say that Fei Long might have a thing with Mikhail, but is Mikhail going for the marathon or just a sprint? As I said, things change. A moment of tenderness does not equal a love affair; a love affair does not equal a lifelong commitment. YA, smart woman she is, will probably leave both doors open until the very end, because with Fei Long, she can do whatever she wants with his love life. She can give us all or nothing, then have Tao reach age of 21 and join the race as well.

And I bet she will have a load of fun playing with our emotions.

(She does it so well, tho!)

Part 3: About scenes that matter

I will talk about the scenes that don’t matter: the ones that could easily be removed from the manga without any harm to the characters’ development or to the plot. My favorite example: the infamous Sakazakigate. I might come here later to post an apology but it does look like sensei completely abandoned that idea (she had Sakazaki record a video of the whole thing and never used it. Why? What was the point of it?)

In terms of Fei Long and Mikhail: I might be wrong about this one as well, but I think we never got confirmation that is was Mikhail who got the temple set on fire in exchange for Sudou’s info about the goods. Which is a shame, because this demonic deal could easily contribute to his hero journey if it was revealed that Mikhail himself sent Sakazaki to warn Akihito about the fire (hence double-crossing Sudou. Or triple-crossing - who knows at this point!)

I could backtrack and find more scenes that existed for apparently no reason but this is too long already. My point is: scenes that don’t matter are those that promise great waves and in the end, fall short. Time will tell how much of the current arc will have an impact in the future - do the scenes between Fei Long and Asami when they are saving each other’s lives really mean this new phase of their relationship or were they there just for the action? Does Fei Long’s moment of tenderness with Mikhail indicate that the doors are open for romance? If yes, will we see that romance now, later, two years from now?

All in all… the scenes that matter the most are those that change characters and the story in some kind of irrevocable way. I think certain scenes in Finder no Souen did that to Asami, same can be said to Fei Long in Finder no Rakuin. And those scenes cannot be invalidated by any other future scenes, because they happened, the people involved in them changed, the mark was made.

I will continue to celebrate Yoh and Fei Long simply because their past and everything they went through, their trust, their synergy, all of that deserves to be celebrated. If Fei Long ends up with Tao, then be it. With Mikhail, okay. If he ends up alone, okay too. There is more than one type of relationship between two people and that’s what I’m here for.

[popgoesthewiener]

Even The Stars Are Ill At Ease 0001 - Doofus Rick Sanchez/Evil Morty Smith - SFW

Title: Even The Stars Are Ill At Ease Author: Daisy  Fandom: Rick And Morty Setting:  Pairing: Doofus Rick/Evil Morty, J19ζ7 Rick/Evil Morty, Gazorpazorpian Rick/Evil Morty, C137 Rick/Evil Morty, Evil Rick/Evil Morty, Riq IV/Evil Morty, Storage Rick/Evil Morty, Miami Rick/Miami Morty, Miami Rick/Investment Rick/Miami Morty, Super Morty Fan Morty/Miami Morty, Punk Morty/Miami Morty, Greaser Morty/Miami Morty, Punk Morty/Greaser Morty/Miami Morty, Dreamy Rick/Novelist Rick, Dreamy Rick/Punk Morty, Novelist Rick/Greaser Morty, C137 Rick/C137 Morty, Birdperson/Tammy Gueterman, Abradolf Lincoler/Nancy, Mr. Lucius Needful/Summer Smith Characters: Doofus Rick, Evil Morty, Gazorpazorpian Rick, C137 Rick, Evil Rick, Riq IV, Storage Rick, Miami Rick, Investment Rick, Dreamy Rick, Novelist Rick, Miami Morty, Punk Morty, Greaser Morty, Super Morty Fan Morty, C137 Morty, Birdperson, Tammy Gueterman, Abradolf Lincoler, Nancy, Mr. Lucius Needful, C137 Summer Smith, Doofus Jerry, Doofus Beth, Doofus Summer, Doofus Snuffles Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama/Hurt/Comfort Rating: E Chapters: 1/? Word Count: 3522 Type of Work: Chapter Story Status: Incomplete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Het, Straight, AU - Canon Divergent, Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Child Abuse, Incest, Grandfather/Grandson Incest, Selfcest, ABO Dynamics, Alpha!Doofus Rick, Omega!Evil Morty, Some Universes are ABO and others are not, Most pairings are just mentioned, More Tags To Be Added Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Evil Morty isn’t totally sure what to do about his desire to have a ‘Proper Rick’, while Doofus Rick is finding that he might have been forced to forget something important. AN: Alright guys, so like… I have this whole headcanon surrounding Doofus Rick being Evil Morty’s original Rick. I’ll let the story tell itself, instead of spoiling things, but some things to note: Evil Morty’s Snuffles never left entirely, he stayed with Morty and kept his mecha suit. Doofus Rick is a trauma therapist that sometimes works with the Rick police/military forces, especially with victims of Ricks’ plots. He deals with a lot of Rickless Mortys, too. 

Rick And Morty Fic Masterlist (Chapters Will Be Posted There) Chapter One: I Woke Up To Something In My Head ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sunlight filtered into the house through the big picture window downstairs, and everything seemed cheery and bright save for the young teen’s bedroom. The lights were off, blackout curtains drawn, and he lay snuggled down underneath his six blankets, not ready to leave his cocoon of warmth and safety. It brought a sweet smile to the lips of the elder male as he entered the room with a wooden tray full of food in hand.

“Morty?” A smile brighter than a thousand suns met his eyes, the second one slowly refocusing with a few mechanical whirs. Those buck teeth, he’d know them anywhere. “Rick…?” He whispered, slowly pushing up onto his knees, one hand holding up his weight as the other dug the heel into his false eye. “What are you-- I thought you were-- Do you remember…?” “I made you breakfast, silly.” Rick absently flicked some hair out of his face, setting the ornate little tray down in front of his Morty and ruffling his wild, sleep-destroyed curls. “I was thinking maybe later, we could go out. You know, we need some more cesium for something we’re working on, and I thought maybe I could take you out for lunch. Anywhere you like, little buddy! Today’s your special day.” Leaning forward, he pressed his lips softly to Morty’s forehead, before getting up and dusting off his pants.  “Wh-where are you going?” For a second, he couldn’t hide the desperation on his face, the terror in his tone, and his eyes must have looked pained because Rick sat back down beside him, tugging him into his lap. “Oh, baby, don’t look so sad… I need to go grab my breakfast so I can eat with you.” His voice was soft, sincere, and something about it calmed the racing heart of the boy in his arms.  “I just… Don’t want to lose you.” Morty imparted shyly, the brighter aura of his mechanical eye shining in the dimly lit room. It made the red on his cheeks even more obvious, and he looked away as another kiss was pressed to his cheekbone.  “I’m not going anywhere without you, Morty, you know that.” He smiled softly, slowly picking the other up and setting him beside his tray of food, getting up again. “I’ll be right back.” Casting a glance at the pancakes with strawberry glaze, the bacon and egg baked thingy that Rick insisted was the better version of both worlds, the orange juice and milk sitting side by side, he found himself sighing. How could anyone want this to stop? With a little sigh, he tucked into his orange juice, eyelids slipping closed. Seconds later, he was jarred out of his joy by the entire room shaking. Debri fell from the ceiling and his shocked eyes flitted around the room. Hot, wet tears ran rampant down his cheeks as he heard a sob of anguish from downstairs; he could feel his hands quaking, the burn of bile in his-- “Morty.” An almost robotic voice managed to sound concerned. A hot, red tongue swiped over his cheek several more times before the brunet shot up in bed, smacking his head on the mechanical contraption his dog resided in. Tears slipped down his cheeks but it had nothing to do with the pain in his head.  “Sn-Snowball?” He questioned, slowly, eyes narrowing, the right one whirring as it shot about the room. He wasn’t in that sun drenched house anymore, his bed was lumpy and cold despite him sleeping in the same spot all night, and the only other living being worth his time in this place was his dog. The cold metal of the room he was in only helped to amplify the loneliness he felt as he absently reached forward to pet the fluffy dog’s chest, the only spot his neural suit didn’t totally cover. “It appears you were dreaming of him again, Morty.” The dog informed, carefully preparing the suit for exit so that he could hop up onto the bed. The little white Maltese crossed the gray blanket to curl up in his friend’s lap, licking at his chin again before watching him carefully. “If you need it, I am here for emotional support.” Chuckling a little bit, albeit mirthlessly, Morty’s hands lovingly pet down the fluffy dog’s fur, scratching the base of his tail and rubbing along his spine. The human was so good at getting all the spots his companion couldn’t quite reach, and it always made him pant a smile.  “I might just need to go see hi--” A pause, and he gulped, “My therickpist again.”  “You cannot hide forever.” Snowball responded, those beady eyes looking up into Morty’s, “He will find out somehow. His entire livelihood--” “I know. Until then, I have to--” “Make do with other Ricks? Let them treat you poorly so you feel more like one of yourselves?”  “...You’d make a great therick-- Therapist, Snuffles.” But it wasn’t the most praising tone he’d ever heard. Snowball bared his teeth for a moment, before huffing and closing his eyes, sighing gently. “Go, then. I’ve made breakfast, but I know you’d rather not eat before you go to the Citadel. I suppose that means more bacon for me.”  “You eat all the bacon you want, Snuffles. You’re the best friend a Morty could ask for.” Kissing his head, he let the dog make his way back to his suit before getting out of bed and stretching. It would be a long day, most likely, and he wanted to at least look a little less like he’d gotten three hours of sleep this week and hadn’t remembered what a shower was for at least half of that time. It was hard to be involved in a project as large as the one he was busy with, and maybe this particular trip was long, long overdo.  Eyepatch in place, he settled into the scalding water, letting it soak away his fatigue even as he found himself wishing he could crawl back into bed. The desire to go see the man that plagued his dreams was enough to spur his leaden limbs to moving, and he took the bare minimum of showers before he was hopping into his usual shirt and pants. White vans on his feet and black socks climbing up his calves, he closed his eyes as he tried to think about what to do about the circles under his eyes. A glance at the clock told him he needed to go quickly, so he changed his mind about doing anything and simply grabbed his portal gun out of the box labeled ‘PORN’ in his closet.  It took less time to portal to the Citadel of Ricks than it probably should have, and he was thankful that he wasn’t the only solo Morty running around. All he had to do was go to Sanchez And Associates, which would take him six streets north, four to the right and down the last one, across from the McRick’s that he’d probably eat lunch at. It was a simple enough walk, melded in with the other Mortys with his eyepatch in his pocket, and when he finally arrived at the old hotel, he took the stairs to avoid any awkward elevator moments.  Upon arriving on the third floor, even he had to admit he was a little out of breath, panting as he rest against the wall. A couple other Mortys passed him, chatting about this, that and the other thing, giggling like a gaggle of girls. It set his jaw so tight his eyes hurt, and he had to rub them, the whirring of his right eye kicking up another notch as he rolled it up and back. When it came back to a normal setting, he could see through the wall like an X-Ray, trying to find his purpose for coming here in the first place. “...Hey, what the fuck are you doing here again, kid? Weren’t you just--” “Shut it, Rick.” Morty snapped, eyelids narrowing dangerously as he snarled his next words, “I thought it was that Morty’s day to work? Didn’t realize there was going to be a secricktary today.” “I’m the fucking secretary today, you little shit. Don’t bite my balls off, Jesus. Who are you here for?” Leveling a glare on the scowling man behind the desk, Morty finally sighed and rolled his eyes before closing them. Breathe. That was what he’d been instructed whenever his temper was too high. Most Ricks weren’t smart enough to listen, but he still had that Morty disposition, despite the fact. “J19ζ7 Rick.” There was a look settled on him before the Rick laughed around the mouth of the bottle he was drinking from.  “Doofus? You Mortys sure love him as a therapist.” He almost sounded incredulous for a long moment before he shrugged, “And which Morty are you?” “J499.” It was a lie, one he knew well enough, but it was easy to tell, at this point. At least he was believed. It had been awfully hard getting a new dimension, but finding one that had a dead Rick and Morty was a lot easier than he’d thought. Assuming someone else’s identity was always easier said than done. “...You don’t have an--” “I know. I just had a shitty… Experience, and he said that whenever I need him, I could go see him.” “He says that to--” “Shut up, asshole.” Morty sat on the little couch in the waiting room, facing the door, and pulled out his phone. Flipping through a few things, here, there, then another, he finally found himself relaxing a little. It was one, two, three Mortys and a Rick that walked out of that back office before he finally saw the blue-haired angel that would lead to a bit more of a restful night for him. With any luck. “Hey, there, Morty. Are you ready?” His kind smile and soft blue eyes were enough to coax Morty’s heavy limbs into movement, and he offered a small smile as he nodded. Feeling the other’s hand in between his shoulderblades leached ten million years of stress and anxiety from his soul, and he sighed gently. “Y-yeah, uh… I--” “You don’t have to say anything until you’re comfy on the couch.” The way he said it was more something a father or a friend would, and Morty felt his heart flutter in his chest. Maybe this was a mistake. Or, maybe, he would be able to get this nipped in the bud totally. Once they were behind the closed door, Rick seated himself calmly in his usual chair across from the loveseat Morty spread out on like he owned the place. What he wouldn’t have given to lay his head in the other’s lap… But he had to knock that thought out of his head before he said something stupid.  “So, I heard you had an emergency.” Rick’s voice was soft, his tone sympathetic, and his eyes gentle. Every time Morty exposed himself to this, it just made everything worse. Here he was, sitting with the man of his literal dreams, and all he could do was shrug and try not to stutter. “I… I-- I keep having these… These dreams. About someone that I used to know, and I… I shouldn’t… The dreams are…” If only he could finish a sentence like he could a Morty torture device. “The um… Themes behind the dreams can be… Troubling. Not necessarily bad, but… I shouldn’t feel this way about h-- This person. Sometimes they are… Sexual in nature, and others they are… Almost mundane.” The whole time, Rick took quiet notes on his legal pad, keeping his eyes on the other as he listened intently. Nodding a little here and there, he sat forward just slightly, pressing his elbows on his knees and tenting his hands against his mouth. The gesture was oddly attractive, and brown eyes flitted to the ceiling, the boy closing in on himself where he laid on the couch. Bringing his knees up to his chest, he scooted so that he was sitting in the corner of it, he almost looked guilty. When he didn’t continue, Rick nearly chirped his first question. “Regardless of what happens in these dreams, do you remember how they make you feel?” His head tipped to the side, knocking a bit of his dorky bowl cut into his eyes. Morty wrung his hands as he thought about it. He was almost afraid to say what he actually came up with. “They… Make me feel safe. Like I’m only at home in my dreams.” He began, closing his eyes and trying to think of how to word the rest of it, “It’s like… I… I don’t know, you know? I feel… Happy. And then… I wake up and I’m sad. Snuffles has been great about helping me but he… Doesn’t quite understand, I don’t think.” “Well, the important thing to note, I think, is that these dreams shouldn’t give you excess anxiety. Just like Snowball, you take comfort in them. It’s rather likely that you do not feel anything for this person, but you need to feel safe and happy in your waking hours. Being as you know this person, or did at some point, you probably have a heavy connection to them that you might not consciously be aware of.”  Everything that Rick was saying seemed to cement things in place for him. Morty did crave happiness and that feeling of safety and love that the dreams provided him, and he mourned their absence like he were addicted. Maybe it was wrong of him to want to get up, to snuggle into the other’s lap and have his hair pet, but there it was. The urge was sitting in the black pit of his heart, tugging his heartstrings like it might pull the right one to get him to move. Instead, he stayed firmly planted, rolling his fidget cube in his palm.  “So… I should maybe… S-seek out a… A Rick or something?” His cheeks were hot as the question left his lips, and he felt itchy in a way that only wanting out of one’s own skin could bring about.  “You said that yours died a while back,” Rick responded quietly, writing something down before looking up again, “Perhaps you need one in your life. Many Mortys are fine without their Ricks, but it isn’t uncommon to find one side of the other craving the attention of their opposite.” Some part of Morty wished that this Rick understood what he was saying. Craving the attention of a Rick? That, he figured, was probably true. Which was why there was a Gazorpazorpian Rick in an underground part of his lab back on the planet he’d taken up as his. He’d picked up and dropped so many Ricks in his work, used them as shields and reasons to go this place or that one. He let them think they were in control, he turned them into cyborg freaks like himself, all in an attempt to gain some kind of acceptance. The ones he controlled didn’t give him what he wanted of their own free will. The ones mostly governed by instinct didn’t give him a challenge. And, at the end of the day, none of them were his Rick.  But it seemed the devil was always in the details. “Plus, you said you were from dimension J499, right?” Now, Rick was considering something out the window of his office, closing his eyes and sighing slowly out of his mouth. “That is a dimension that deals heavily in Alpha/Omega dynamics, doesn’t it? It would explain your desire to have a connection with a Rick,” For a moment, he paused, sniffing the air before pausing, “Particularly an.. An Alpha.”  Well, J19ζ7 most certainly wasn’t wrong. J499, much like J19ζ7, was a universe with heavy Alpha/Omega dynamics, and Morty was, despite himself, an Omega. With Omega needs. And his body had figured out long before he had that there was a particular Alpha that he wanted. There were studies, some of which he and Snuffles had discovered on their own, that there were some pairs that were True Mates. It made sense, in his head, that his body desired his mate. But the eighteen year old was far from a virgin, and nothing had ever taken. Maybe he needed to stop running. “Yes… I suppose I could use a Rick with a… With a knot, huh?” He murmured softly, finally tossing his eyes over at the other. How could Rick be so… So calm? Could he not feel how they were drawn to one another? Was he so brainwashed that even his heart couldn’t possibly remember him? The mind-wipe gun that he used shouldn’t have erased everything like this… Maybe he was repressing things, too. “Are you uh, implying that you frequently sleep with… With other Ricks?” There was something in the elder’s tone that awakened something in him that had his heart pounding, and he shrugged a little.  “I…” A lie. He had to tell a lie. Even if the only one he could think of wasn’t entirely untrue. “I make money working at one of the um… M-Morty brothels here in the Citadel.” At least he had the decency to sound properly shamed. Rick’s eyes jumped to the other’s face and for a long moment, he looked a little disturbed.  “Do you enjoy it?” He finally asked, his smile soft again, less upset looking, and he reached forward for his water bottle. The way he gulped it down was telling of something, but Morty wasn’t entirely sure what. “I enjoy being close to Ricks that want to… Be with a Morty. I enjoy sex, as well, like most healthy adults do. It shouldn’t matter that…” That he always felt strangely empty afterwards. It didn’t matter how full his belly was, how much he’d been given, how he’d been used and claimed and left with his entire body full… His heart felt empty.  “It shouldn’t matter that what, Morty?” Reaching over the sparse space between them, he rested a gentle hand on the other’s shoulder and the younger man wanted to scream. Skin on skin contact was worse than anything through his shirt, and he had to force himself not to whimper. “It shouldn’t matter that I want more than physical attention.” “Everything that you desire and need emotionally is just as important as physical needs.” Rick was pulling his hand back again, nodding slightly as he continued, “Never neglect these things. Your body knows what it needs.” “Sometimes I wonder if it does.” Morty responded, feeling lightning surge through every nerve ending as the other’s hand slid up his arm to his elbow. This was embarrassing. Shivers ran down his spine and he slowly sat up, curling in on himself, though there was a scent of sad satisfaction in his scent.  A familiar memory of that particular mixture of lavender, gunpowder and green tea flickered over Rick’s brain, and for a long moment, he just stared. There was a brightness to the flavor of it, and it soaked into the air around them in a way that had him breathing in deep through his mouth to avoid doing something stupid. Morty seemed to notice just what was going on, and suddenly rose to his feet.  “Th-thanks, um. I… That’s probably good, I know you have other patients.” They had barely talked for half an hour, but the room was stuffy and he needed to get out onto the street. Maybe he would treat himself to something from the bakery down the street, instead of his usual chicken nuggets at McRick’s. Before the other could stop him, he was out of the room and practically running down the hallway that lead to the lobby. Pushing out the door and into the hallway, he charged down the stairs like there was a fire on his heels. Outside was both a blessing and a curse; he could breathe again, safely and without compromise, but it was too bright. Scrunching up his eyes as he greedily sucked in air like a man drowning, Morty found himself leaning on one of the pillars that held up the building he’d just run out of. His spine screamed at him to rest for a moment, and he knew better than to push himself when it hurt this bad. A glance up at the window of the room he’d just been in showed a concerned J19ζ7 watching him, a hand pressed to the window. For a second, he was sure that there was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes, but the younger couldn’t be bothered with that.  The bakery furthest from his therapist’s office was in the main lobby of the Council Chamber, and it was close to a place where he could lose himself for a while. After all, that was probably what he needed the most. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Oh man. xD I honestly don’t know how this got so long. O.o; But hopefully it’s worthwhile.

[thekoreanlass]

Thirsty for a different kind of movie, I tried ‘Close Range Love‘ (also known as ‘Kinkyori Renai’) without much thought. I mean, I downloaded it a couple of months ago and forgot what it’s all about, so it’s too late to back out when I figured it’s a teacher-student kind of forbidden romance after a few minutes of obvious hints where the two protagonists become involved with each other.

Don’t get me wrong. I used to read about this kind of manga series back in my high school days, but as I’ve matured from that kind of mind setting that it’s okay for an underage teen to fall for her teacher who’s an adult, I realized that in reality this is one type of relationship that will surely get frowned upon: (1) because it’s socially unacceptable for a teacher or anyone to be in a relationship with someone that young, (2) it’s immoral, (3) totally irresponsible of that teacher to not separate his own feelings from work and to encourage his student about her own feelings. Those are only a few things, but the end result may be the same: both of them will be ruined in the end if the yet caught.

But I’m pretty sure you and I are well aware how Japanese artists and writers are very diverse when it comes to topics about love. Anything is possible, even forbidden love–incest, teacher-student relations, yaoi, yuri and all that yada. As long as you have an open mind (to an extent possible), I think that you will learn to appreciate their writings in some ways, just like how I found ‘Kinkyori Renai’ likable to an extent. Not totally like it, but found things okay, since I still can’t find the relationship acceptable, well not unless Yuni is finally legal and can think for herself and Haruka still likes her by then.

Anyway, to sum up my experience, the film isn’t my cup of tea but I liked it to some extent as its able to deliver a story, though unconventional, that can be deep and moving and that is not complicated (looking at the big picture) and which is modest. It’s perfect for a night movie marathon before sleep.

The story

Kururugi Yuni (Nana Komatsu) is a high school prodigy who has a difficult time expressing herself. And whilst having top grades in all her subjects, she isn’t doing so well in English and so her English class teacher, Haruka Sakurai (Tomohisa Yamashita) gives her temporary private one on one English lessons.

But when Yuni’s guardian who is also the school’s maths teacher, Kazuma Akechi (Arai Hirofumi), notices the differences in Yuni’s behaviour, he decides to put a stop to the tutoring.

With the encouragement of her only friend, Nanami Kikuko (Mizuki Yamamoto), Yuni realizes that she has fallen in love with her teacher, Sakurai who also happens to be admired by every girl in school. Every time Yuni has the chance to express the way she feels to Sakurai, she isn’t able to do so.

But finally, Yuni musters up the courage to confess to her teacher and tries to do so by using a notebook that reads “I hate you teacher but I also like you. What should I do?”. At first, Sakurai doesn’t acknowledge Yuni’s feelings until one day in class, Sakurai purposely drops a pen to lean towards her, when Yuni is hiding under his desk before kissing her.

Trying to keep it a secret, Sakurai doesn’t know that the new homeroom teacher of Yuni’s class, Mirei Takizawa (Asami Mizukawa), who is being shown around, coincidentally sees the incident between them.

When a co-teacher introduces Mirei to Sakurai, Sakurai is surprised to see his childhood friend again. Mirei tells Sakurai what she saw and that she still has feelings for him. But things develop further between Yuni and Sakurai when Mirei tries to stop their relationship by taking a photo of Sakurai and Yuni hugging each other as she passes them. Mirei shows the photo to Akechi when he asks for Mirei’s help to keep an eye on her as he is concerned about her strange behavior which leads to Akechi confronting Sakurai and asking him to leave Yuni as she has given up her dreams of going to her dream college for Sakurai. Akechi asks Sakurai to encourage her to study abroad which he is reluctant to do but does out of care for Yuni.

Heartbroken when Sakurai cuts ties between the two of them, Yuni decides to follow her dreams. However she is unable to forget him after leaving to study at the University of California and she soon returns to Japan to confront him again. The two of them finally reconcile at the beach where they had their first date.

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Review

I realized early in the movie that this isn’t my type of thing, but tried very hard to hold on to the hope I’ll somehow feel gripped to watched it entirely. Sadly, though I know its a good movie with an interesting story line, I started skipping scenes halfway through.

I’m not really a patient person when it comes to things that aren’t able to grab my interest on the first go, so I skim the length of it to get the gist of the story, which is much or less the plot for most student-teacher relationship stories: student feels the strong attraction for her teacher and tries her best to win him, but teacher tries his best to not encourage her, yet eventually falls head over heels for the 16-ish girl at some point and they start dating secretly until some jealous girl (who’s crushing on the handsome teacher) tries to ruin the relationship and they will have to separate for good and meet someday in better circumstances either still madly in love or moved on.

To say it simply, I feel that the movie is a bit predictable and plot driven that plot holes are bound to happen. Say for example, Yuni’s character is written as someone who finds it difficult to express her emotions. However, this behavior was never explained throughout the movie unlike how they explained Haruka Sakurai’s personality and why he hates people who lie and doesn’t trust women much. Haruka’s father loved telling him what he thought were make up stories when he was a kid. He looked so happy on the outside and Haruka didn’t see his father’s death coming because of his lies. That must have truly traumatized and hurt Haruka badly that he doesn’t give much care even if he must know he’s generally a likable person appearance-wise.

We get nothing about Yuni’s backstory, but the superficial background wherein she’s being taken care of by her uncle Akechi because her parents are working abroad. Well, this may be an unsaid thing for her but it doesn’t say much either that perhaps the reason why Yuni feels so detached from her feelings stems from lack of affection she gets from her parents. That could be it or not.

On the other hand, whilst a lack of behind story about Yuni, she has shown progressive changes to her personality after she meets the insufferable Teacher, Haruka, and eventually she becomes attracted to him to the point she burst of excitement even though she didn’t know what to do, that by impulse she searches for Haruka and ends up hiding under the podium he is using in front of the class. The risk is worth it for her though because Haruka answers to her own confused feelings by giving her a kiss. This development in Yuni’s character is very significant, because it really showed Nana Komatsu not as herself but a teen who’s believably head over heels for her teacher.

It doesn’t mean, however, that because Haruka has a rich background that presently speaking in the story it helped him with his situation in some ways. His cold personality despite showing pleasant emotions towards his other students and the fact he knows it’s wrong to have feelings for one of them, Yuni, has shown his hesitance about making a step forward and only hurt her feelings. He had become two-faced that it’s hard to discern whether his feelings for her (at first) are sincere. And when he jumped into a relationship with her, it’s hard to figure how he came to like her with the way he acted before towards her. It’s even harder to digest that he has suggested marriage to a 16-ish girl like that. If I were her mother, I’d slap this guy for even thinking that. Clearly, he’s not on his right mind while in love with her, which is most of the time bad for a relationship. It makes him look impulsive even if he’s portrayed as someone usually calm and collected.

But oh well, where does all the logic and rationalization go when in love? In the trash bin. No one’s just smart enough when falling in love.

Gladly, there’s not much complication shown that they went through, even though I suppose it’s inevitable for a relationship like this to travel a rocky path. It has stayed a quiet relationship all throughout, which is totally cool with me, but didn’t boast much of the relationship itself as the development stops to intensify after they jump into the boat. There’s just a bit of this and that and then the other characters has short appearances to go in between them.

This movie couldn’t have shone on its own if not for the great actors Komatsu Nana and Yamapi. From what I’ve researched, Nana was 16 around the time this was shot while Yamapi was 28, so the age gap itself it quite impressive. The chemistry between them ain’t explosive but it’s the right blend that I cannot hate them despite the unconventional theme. In better circumstances, I would have liked everything, since both have done a nice job owning their characters. Nana may have appeared flat in the beginning of the story, but her gestures as the inexpressive Yuni made up for the lack of emotions shown on her face. Eventually, she got better as Yuni starts to show more emotions on the latter part of the film. As for Yamapi, I’ve never seen any of his other projects, but I think he has shown enough skills to appear believable as a high school teacher who fell in love with his student. Though that’s very standard for male characters in Japanese movies, he’s actually good… and handsome too…

Rating:

Over all, it’s a good movie though it’s not my cup of tea. The actors are really good too. Yuni’s odd at first, but she looks natural and not animated unlike heroines in other Japanese films. Yamapi is as well another discovery to look forward too in this one. He’s a total eye candy. And though the story itself  isn’t much remarkable, it’s good as it can get.

Rating it, I give it 3.5 out of 5.

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A Well-Deserved Rest - Saix/Xemnas - SFW

Title: A Well-Deserved Rest Author: Daisy Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Setting: The World That Never Was Pairing: Xemnas/Saix Characters: Xemnas, Saix, Roxas, Xion, Sora, Riku, Kairi Genre: Romance Rating: K Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 729 Type of Work: One-Shot Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Fluff, Top!Saix, Bottom!Xemnas, Unbeta’d, 358/2 Days Verse Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Xemnas finally puts his work on hold for a much deserved rest, and Saix is ready to make sure it happens. AN: So, I was reminded that it is XemSai today, and despite being sicker than a dog, and possibly in need of a hospital visit, I decided to crank out something, however short, for the occasion! I know I only had about thirty minutes before the end of the day, but who cares, I got it done! A Well-Deserved Rest ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ticking off a few things on a ‘to do’ list that seemed to be miles long at best, Xemnas sighed heavily as he carded a gloved hand through his long, soft silver hair. Fiery orange eyes focused in on another set of papers that he knew he had to deal with, even if he longed more for his bed. A warm body to snuggle up to, a day free of planning and plotting…

He had that to look forward to, he reminded himself. Much as Saix was always willing to offer him some company, his second-in-command would be much better off if he could finally just get the hearts harvested. Roxas needed to get off his lazy ass and build Kingdom Hearts faster. The second he’d gotten a Keyblade bearer in his ranks, his dreams of getting them all back to being Somebodies just… Exploded. Still, as he glanced towards his bed to the sleeping form nestled into his pillow, the pull he felt towards him was oddly strong. Well, maybe he’d just… Get up for a little bit. Lay down and press his nose to Saix’s neck, just for a moment. It wasn’t like he was all that tired. The second he collapsed into the soft mattress, however, his every inch felt heavy and put upon, and screamed that he never, ever think of moving again. He pulled the slimmer form of his lover close, pressed his nose to the back of his neck and inhaled deeply. The scent of him was strong, something he could only describe as warmth and moonlight, and it relaxed him considerably. He longed to say those words, but he didn’t think he could really force them out. Something about it felt wrong, if he couldn’t mean them. Feeling a shift against him, he blinked his eyes open without realizing when they’d fallen shut, looking down into vibrant yellow that greeted him with a fanged smile. “I never thought you’d finally join me.” The blue haired male sighed, nestling his nose in the other’s collarbone and taking in his scent until his lungs burned for air. “You needn’t work so hard.” He offered, “The Keyblade bearer will handle our needs for Kingdom Hearts.” “He takes too long.” Xemnas replied, gently petting the other’s hair, ending in an absent scratch behind his pointed ear. Saix breathed a soft chuckle, and he shrugged slightly. “It will happen in time. It is meant to be. It is a testament to our cause that we have finally been given the tools we need to accomplish it. Soon, number XIV will be ready, as well, and we will have twice as many hearts.” “If only I could be as optimistic.” The first sighed, shaking his head as he bit out a little chuckle, feeling a nip to his bared skin, “I want to be able to feel again, I think. These memories ache in a way that cannot be adjusted.” “A small price to pay, I think.” Reminded the younger, sucking softly at the other’s neck, leaving a few dark marks blossoming purple against his dark skin. “We needn’t think on it too much. It will happen; we cannot be stopped, now, not with Sora trapped in his own memories, and XIII and XIV on our side. Nobody can step up to the plate. Not that useless Riku or pathetic Kairi. They may wield the Keyblades, but they are nothing.” “Such kind words.” Absently, Xemnas’ hands trailed down the other’s back. “Do you intend on letting me rest, pet?” This came out on a soft chuckle, and he looked down as those challenging yellow eyes peered up at him. “Perhaps you need it.” He offered softly, “But I would much rather spend our time together being sure you could sleep.” “Trust me, my body feels ready for a year-long hibernation. I think Sora might have the right idea.” “Mm… Fine, then. Do not get out of this bed, however, until I have given the okay.” Rolling his lover onto his back, the scarred man moved to pin him with his body, laying his head on the other’s chest. “You’re under my care.” “I suppose it’s hard to deny you when you get like this.” It was the closest to a defeated expression as the silver haired male could get, and he closed his eyes, “Goodnight, pet.” “Goodnight, Superior.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Can you believe it? I actually made it ON TIME for XemSai day! ; u; Who would have thought that, despite being super sick, all it would take was a reminder and twenty minutes for me to push soemthing out fifteen minutes before it was over? I hope you guys enjoyed!