#suffering from shaky hands today so here's some silly stuff

[mostly-frayed-edges]

[donteattheappleshook]

Stone Hearts Chapter 3/15

Ao3

Anyone still out there?

I’m so sorry. It’s been almost a year since my last update. I don’t have any excuses except that this story is really hard for me to write because I just love it so much I’m afraid of it not living up to the story in my head and of disappointing all you lovely people who take the time to read it and leave comments or kudos.

Anyway, without further ado, here’s hoping you guys like this new chapter!

Posting unbetaed because I’m worried I won’t ever work up the never to post this if I don’t do it now.

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 Emma groans, rolling over on the bed and pulling the comforter over her face. It’s too early and the sun is too bright. Why, why, why did she forget to close the blinds last night? Oh, right, because a particular pirate decided to distract her as she was getting out of the shower before bed and thoroughly exhaust her beyond the point of remembering her own name, let alone something so menial as blinds. She wonders briefly if they gave anyone a show and smirks a bit at the thought. She hopes it was Grumpy. He deserves it for all the times he interrupted them.

She stretches, feeling the burn in her limbs from last night’s exertions and sighs contentedly. It’s a good burn - a reminder - it feels like a brand, one she’ll gladly carry with her forever. Because they have forever now. No more death, no more Underworld, no curses or monsters hell bent on tearing them apart - just lazy Sunday mornings spent sleeping in, curled around her true love. It still surprises her that she’s able to do that. Less than a week ago she’d thought all her chances at happily ever after were gone forever - but he’d come back to her - like he always did.

She reaches over to what’s become his side of the bed, wanting to feel his warmth and sturdiness, wrap herself around him and ignore the rest of the world today, but she freezes when her hand meets only cool sheets.

“Killian?” She starts up, heart already racing as panic begins to build in her chest, tightening around her heart, constricting. Her eyes dart frantically around the room but there’s no sign of him. No. No no no no no. Not again. She just found him. He can’t be gone again. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel. It couldn’t. She couldn’t take it. Where is he?

She jumps out of bed, barely remembering to throw her robe on as she runs to the bathroom. Empty. The panic tightens its hold. Thoughts flash through her mind a mile a minute. Images of monsters and evil gods and all sorts of darkness that could have taken him. Killian in pain. Killian suffering. Killian somewhere she can’t follow. She practically flies down the stairs, feet slipping on the steps as she stumbles into the kitchen.

Her breath leaves her all at once, the tightness in her chest loosening so quickly she nearly faints from the lightness in her head. He’s there. Standing barefoot and shirtless in the middle of their kitchen, the muscles in his back moving and flexing as he pours hot chocolate from the saucepan on the stove into her favorite mug. He turns when he hears her come in - the commotion of it.

“Swan,” he smiles, looking surprised but happy to see her. “I hoped to be back before you woke, what are you doing up so early?” Emma doesn’t answer, still too relieved to feel or think anything else except ‘he’s here’. “Swan?” he says again, a question this time and a frown pulls at his brow. He steps forward, hand and hookless wrist on her arms as he tries to meet her eyes. “What’s the matter love?”

Emma sucks in a shaky breath, feeling stupid. He was just downstairs making her cocoa and here she was imagining he’d been taken again. She doesn’t want to tell him, but the way he’s looking at her, concerned and expectant, she knows she has to - that he won’t let it go. “I woke up and you weren’t there and I… panicked.” She looks at the floor, embarrassed at her overreaction.

She glances back up when he’s silent and sees understanding and guilt wash over his face and she feels even worse. He’s the one who suffered a trauma and somehow he’s always the one comforting her. “Forgive me, love,” he says, pulling her into his arms, chin resting on her crown. “I didn’t think.”

She shakes her head, pulling back to look at him. “No. It’s silly. I just… I don’t think it’s really hit me yet that you’re here - that you’re safe - that we get this.”

His smile is affectionate. “Aye, me too.”

She buries her nose in the warm skin of his neck. “I’m sorry,” she sighs.

“What for?” he asks, fingers running smoothly over her back, through the ends of her hair.

“For being so desperate and needy.”

She can feel the smirk on his face. His breath and the stubble around his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he speaks. “I like you desperate and needy.”

Emma rolls her eyes, giving his waist a pinch and he laughs. He leans back, fingers tracing her face as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “How about from now on, I wait for you to wake?”

“You don’t have to,” she says. She really wants him to. “You wake up so early.”

His grin is a bit mischievous this time. “Spending more time in bed with you is hardly a hardship, Swan,” he teases. Emma smiles despite herself. Seriously, how the hell did she get so lucky?

“Okay,” she nods. “But only until I get this under control.”

“Of course, love,” he smirks and she knows he’s placating her - placating her need to seem stronger than she really is right now. “In fact,” he moves in closer, backing her up against the island. There’s a heat in his eyes as his hand wanders to the knot of her dressing gown. “I think it would be best to return - to bed I mean. Most pressingly.”

Emma smiles ruefully as his deft fingers work the knot free, breath catching as his fingers skim the sliver of skin revealed. She drags her hand up his bare chest, fingers tangling in the hair there and tugging the way she knows he likes. He lets out a low groan.

“I dunno,” she says. “Here seems pretty good.”

The look he gives her is downright sinful and she lets out a squeak of surprise as he hoists her up onto the countertop, the marble cold against her ass but his skin warm against her chest. He’s just worked his hand inside the opening of her robe when the door is flung open.

“Mom!” Henry shouts and Hook is suddenly five feet away from her on the other side of the kitchen. Emma rushes to pull her robe closed and turns to face her son.

“Hey, Kid,” she greets him but her face drops when she sees his panicked expression. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s mom,” he says. “I think something happened to her!”

“Woah, woah,” Emma says, stepping forward to take hold of his shoulders. Killian is suddenly there too, standing behind her and throwing Henry a concerned look.  “Slow down. Why do you think something happened to Regina?”

Henry takes a deep breath and reaches into his back pocket for a note. “She left.” He tells her, sounding a lot like the ten year old boy he used to be. “I woke up this morning and she was just gone and she left this note on her desk but it doesn’t seem right she wouldn’t just leave and -”

“All right, lad, have a seat,” Killian tells him leading Henry to a chair at the table before heading to the sink to fetch a glass of water. Emma takes the note from his hand and opens it, reading it over carefully.

“It says she has to go away a while and she doesn’t know when she’ll be back. It says she needs time. That’s all it says.” Henry sounds panicked, desperate for her to make it all better and it kills her because she can’t.

Emma throws Killian a wary glance as he returns with a glass of water and hands it to Henry with a simple ‘drink’. She hands Killian the note as Henry does as he’s told and Emma can slowly see the anxiety calm in his shaky limbs. ‘God dammit, Regina! Don’t do this to him again,’ is all she can think as she crouches down to sit at eye-level with her son.

“Henry,” Emma starts, brushing his bangs away from where they’ve fallen into his eyes. She notices the sweat caught in them. He must have run here. “Regina just lost Robin, she’s suffering…”

“But I can help her,” Henry insists sounding desperate and lost and Emma’s heart breaks. He doesn’t deserve this, Regina.

“I know you can, Kid. But sometimes, people just need to heal on their own. It’s not forever.”

“Your mother’s right,” Killian chimes in. “I’ve only ever seen Regina lash out or retreat into herself when she suffers a loss. I can tell you from experience that it’s not easy for some to be vulnerable in front of others - especially those you love most.”

“Yeah,” Emma adds. “Remember when Robin left with Marian?” Henry nods. “Just give her some time to lick her wounds. She’ll come back around soon, you’ll see.”

Henry looks down at the glass in his hand for a long moment before finally letting all the air out of his lungs in one heaving sigh. He nods. “You’re right. I think I just… panicked because I’m so used to everything being a new threat.”

Killian smiles a little. “We’ve had some of that ourselves, my boy.”

Emma takes Henry’s head between her hands and kisses his forehead. “Not anymore, okay? That’s not gonna be our lives anymore. I’m not going to let it. You hear me? For now you’ll just live here with me and Killian and from now on I want the biggest stress in your life to be deciding whether you want to invite Violet or Grace to the Spring Fling.”

Henry rolls his eyes, pulling away. “Mom!” he groans and Emma smiles. So does he.

“I mean it. No more monsters and curses. Normal teenage stuff only,” she says firmly.

Henry stands. “I’ve got to get to grandma’s ‘Welcome to Storybrooke Pancake Breakfast,’” he tells her and Emma rises with him. Ah yes, that town-wide breakfast that Emma had managed to get out of because she was sick. So was Killian. Both of them horribly, terribly sick with a cold. And the flu. And something else surely.

“Do you want a ride?”

“No, I’m good!” Henry insists a little too quickly.

Emma smirks. “Oh yeah, isn’t Violet going to be there? She lives on the way doesn’t she? She’d probably be leaving right about now…”

“Bye, Mom,” Henry says firmly with every bit of teenage ‘oh-my-god-you’re-so-embarrassing’ that could possibly fit into two words. Emma laughs as he rushes out the door.

She turns to Killian who stands looking pensively at the floor. “You’re awfully quiet,” she says, smirking. “You didn’t even jump at the chance to tease him about girls.” He continues to look at the floor, an expression between awestruck and frowning caught on his face. “Killian?” she asks again, worried.

He looks up. “Sorry, what was that, love?”

Emma frowns. “Is everything okay with you?”

Killian hums. “Yes. It’s nothing. Just…” he trails off, looking at the floor again and Emma steps forward, brow furrowing further in concern.

“Killian,” she insists.

“You said… you said the boy could live with us. You said live with me and Killian.”

“Well, yeah,” Emma says, more confused now. “I’m not going to let a fourteen year old boy live on his own.”

“No, it’s not that,” he interrupts, finally looking up at her. “I just… I didn’t realise.” He’s awkward now, reaching up to scratch that spot behind his ear.

“Realise what?” She prods.

“That I lived here.” He finishes lamely and Emma’s heart sinks a little. Oh.

“Oh,” she says. “I didn’t mean to imply… I mean if you don’t want to.” She’s at a loss for words. She’d just assumed. It’s only been a week since they got back but he’s spent every night here and he makes them breakfast in her kitchen in the mornings and she comes home to find him on her couch tinkering with some new gadget or other and she just… he chose the damn house.

“Of course I want to,” he says quickly, moving to pull her into his arms and Emma looks up at him, hopeful. “I just wanted to give you time and, well, we never spoke of it and…” He’s getting awkward again and Emma smiles affectionately at him.

“Killian,” she cuts him off, hands on his chest. His eyes snap to hers. “Do you want to move in with me?” she asks him, very seriously. She can see the grin tugging at his lips but he manages to school his features into an equally serious expression.

“Yes.”

“Good. Then it’s official. Killian Jones you now live here. In this house. That you chose,” he nearly cracks a smile at that, “with me.”

“Good,” he agrees. There’s a moment and then a huge, face-lighting, eye-crinkling smile spreads over his face before he scoops her up and swings her around in a circle in the middle of the kitchen. Their kitchen.

Emma squeals and laughs, grabbing on for dear life before he sets her down and presses a big, smacking kiss to her lips, one that has them both laughing as he does it again and again.

When he finally pulls away, Emma pauses, looking at him and she’s taken aback for a moment by how much pure, unabashed joy she feels right now. She was right when she told Henry that it was time to get back to normal. No more monsters no more curses. Just her and her boyfriend and her son living happily in the home they’re going to build together.

“What?” Killian asks when she’s silent.

“Nothing,” she smiles. “I’m just… looking forward to the future - now that we get one.”

Killian smiles. “Aye, we’ve much to look forward to,” he promises before leaning in to kiss her again, this one full of joy and hope and love. Always love.

“Come on then,” he says before bending down.

Emma lets out a cry as she suddenly finds herself upside-down, thrown over his shoulder. She doesn’t even have time to be confused before he’s headed to the stairs.

“What are you doing?” she practically shouts.

“We’re christening the bed,” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“We’ve already done that, you idiot!”

Killian lets out an affronted sound when she smacks his butt in annoyance. He turns his head and nips her thigh.

“We’ve christened your bed, Swan. Now we’re going to christen ours.”

Emma shakes her head but smiles all the same as she lets him carry her the rest of the way up to their room. Stupid, ridiculous, childish, wonderful, bloody pirate.

Emma jumped as her cell door swung open. Her eyes were dry, out of tears and crusted from the ones she’s already shed. For one brief moment Emma didn’t remember where she was and later she’d wish she’d been awake enough to appreciate the fleeting, blissful ignorance before she heard the lilting voice that settled like a stone in her stomach.

“Rise and shine, dearie!”

Gold. Emma was suddenly very aware of where she was as the day before came rushing back. Gold, and David, and Henry, and… Killian. It was a moment before she saw him, lurking in the doorway behind Gold – Rumplestiltskin – whatever. He stood with his hand over his sword, ready to take action. Against her. Emma wanted to vomit as she was reminded again of everything Gold had done so far. He’d turned her father, taken Henry. Used her son as a fucking bargaining chip and turned what was left of Killian into his own personal slave - his puppet.  

She wanted to hurt him. Hurt someone for everything she’d been put through. What they’d all been put through. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t care if he was under the dagger’s influence. She’d given him a chance to do the right thing. Now she just wanted blood. She charged.

Everything after happened quickly. Gold took a step back until he was out of the room then suddenly Killian was there, blocking the door. She didn’t care. She’d take her anger out on that thing that had killed him if she couldn’t get Gold. Anything to quell the rage and the hate burning through her. She felt a shock hit her body. Like magic, a force, a blast, but painful. Like running face first into a brick wall, or an electric fence, and she was blown straight across the room. Her back collided with the wall as she slumped to the ground, head foggy for a second before she looked up at the door with confusion. A spell. Some kind of protection or imprisonment spell. She should have known.

She watched as Gold put a hand on Hook’s shoulder and his slave immediately relaxed his stance, stepping back and sheathing his sword. She hadn’t even noticed he’d drawn it. It hurt. To know he’d have killed her. No, not him. She had to stop thinking like that. She had to stop looking at him and seeing Killian. He wasn’t Killian. Killian was dead. This was just… a weapon. A sword at the King and Gold’s command – a hook.

It took Emma a moment to notice that Gold was holding something in his hand. The cuff. She looked at her wrist and then back at him. He grinned at her as she looked at her hands, fingers flexing as she felt the magic surging under her skin. He knew what she was thinking.

“Go ahead and try. See how far it takes you,” he trilled. She knew she shouldn’t. That this was obviously some kind of trick. The door was sealed. The whole room was probably sealed. But what if it wasn’t? What if he was testing her? It was stupid but she had to try.

Letting all of her anger and all of her hate build up into the center of her chest, she pushed it forward through her arms, into her hands as she let out a burst of magic the likes of which she hadn’t since she was in Camelot, the darkness and the light inside of her combining into one. Both were reduced to nothing as they hit the barrier. Stupid.

Gold was grinning again. “If you’re quite done,” he began, mocking yellow eyes twinkling with amusement. “The room is sealed. But I’m sure you’ve figured that out.”

Emma glared at him. “Why’d you take the cuff off?” she demanded. Why give her back her magic?

Gold looked at her as though she’s missed something obvious. “Why, so that you can get to work of course!” he sing-songed. “We’ll be needing that heart of yours quick as you can, dearie!” Emma glared again and he giggled. “It’s quite ingenious, really,” he added. “The spell prevents you from leaving without the cuff on - no magic can come through. But you can use it to your heart’s content while you’re inside! Now tick-tock, Miss Swan, no time to waste!” And with that he waved his hand and stacks upon stacks of books appeared on the floor of her cell along with boxes full of ingredients and vials. “Oh, and should you need to leave the room for anything such as… the lavatory,” he added, handing the cuff over to Hook, “simply knock on the door and our dear captain here will return your cuff to you.”

What? No. No. She didn’t want this thing standing outside her door. The reminder, being this close to him - not him - it would kill her. She couldn’t. This was sick. Gold was sick and he knew it. She could tell he knew by the self-satisfied smirk he shot her before he vanished in a puff of red smoke.

“GOLD!” she shouted after him. She ran out the door as it slammed shut in front of her. “GOLD, you son of a bitch! Get back here! Where’s Henry? Where’s my son? GOLD!” she screamed, hands gripping the bars of the small window in the door. She rattled them - fruitlessly - but she had to do something. She couldn’t just sit there and do nothing while Henry was out there.

She banged on the door again. Screaming, cursing Gold’s name, cursing the King, cursing everyone and everything. She stepped back with rage burning through her, burning her up, feeding itself on her magic like fire on oxygen. “TELL ME WHERE MY SON IS OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL BE THE LAST FUCKING THING YOU EVER SEE! Do you hear me?” she screamed. “I’m not going to do what you want! I’m not your fucking experiment! WE AREN’T YOUR FUCKING PLAYTHINGS!”

She couldn’t have stopped it if she’d tried. It was like her magic took on a life of it’s own, surging out of her, out of every pore in a blast that made the whole room shake. She could see the flicker as the barrier took the blow, shuddering under it’s force. But it held strong. Emma collapsed on the floor, breathing heavy as she glared at the bars. Just barely, she saw the movement, the twitch of his head as it turned to look inside, his profile barely visible. Just the outline of a jaw, a cheek, a stupid pointed ear that she used to love. Her voice cracked as she spit the words at him.

“And you. What’s the fucking point of you, huh?” He turned back away from the window. “Are you just going to stay there and not say anything?” He didn’t move and Emma’s voice rose. “Why are you here? I can’t go anywhere so what’s the point? Why? Why you? Is this some kind of cruel joke on the King’s part? Is this how he gets his rocks off? Huh?” He was silent. “ANSWER ME!” she screamed, kicking the door. He didn’t even flinch and Emma felt tears well up in her eyes. Tears of anger. Tears of frustration. Of rage, of despair, and grief. “I just need to know,” she whimpered as the first fell hot down her cheeks. “I just need to know if he’s okay.”

There was a moment where the air hung heavy between them and she thought he might say something. Thought that maybe Killian would say something. If anyone could break through this curse it was him and Emma would have given anything for that to be true. She waited, holding her breath and willing him to say anything, to fight, to come back to her.

He walked away.

Emma’s heart broke more with every step that echoed through the empty hallway. Killian was dead. Killian was dead. Killian was dead. She repeated it to herself like a mantra. Praying it would finally sink in. That seeing that thing wearing his face would stop making her heart race and her throat burn with bile. Killian was dead. David was dead. Snow was dead. They all were. Henry… No. she couldn’t let herself think it. But he could be. They said he’d be okay if she did what they asked but what was their word worth? He could be and that though sent a numbness through her - one she hadn’t let herself feel yet. Not with any of the deaths. And she embraced it. The nothing. The nothing didn’t hurt. She’d felt it creeping around the edges for weeks, months since this all started and she just didn’t want to fight it anymore. Not when she was alone.

She didn’t know how much time had passed. She sat, staring at the florescent lights on the ceiling, laid out on the cold, cement floor. She didn’t hear the footsteps echoing through the halls again, faint and blending in with the buzzing of the lights and the humming of the pipes and the nothingness.

She heard a new sound though, loud like a rusty hinge being forced open. She looked up to see a tray being forced through what was basically a mail slot in the door.  It was dark out. No light coming through the window above her cot. It must have been hours then since she lay down.

She let her head fall back. She didn’t feel like eating. She didn’t feel like anything at all. But she felt the flutter in her stomach, a growl of hunger at the smell of whatever was being offered on the tray and she let her hand fall over the pang. With a sigh she sat up and walked the few steps to the door. She took the tray, barely registering her own actions, when she was met with resistance. He wasn’t letting go.

Emma looked up, meeting his - it’s - eyes through the bars in the darkness. The brows above them were pulled into a frown. His eyes flickered down to his hand like he couldn’t understand what he was doing, like it was hurting him. That wasn’t possible. They didn’t feel anything, didn’t think. His eyes met hers again and he released his grip on the tray. “The boy is safe.”

The tray clattered to the ground, glass shattering at her feet, food staining her shoes. Emma didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. He’d spoken to her. For the first time in months. For the first time since she got here. He’d spoken to her. Not that thing - him. She watched with her pulse racing in her throat as he turned his back to the door, resuming his post. No. No it couldn’t be him. She couldn’t let herself think that. This could all just be some play on the King or Gold’s part. But he’d looked so torn. And he’d spoken to her about Henry. He’d found out about Henry. For her. No.

Henry. Henry was safe. She didn’t know what his answering her meant but she couldn’t focus on that now. She couldn’t let herself hope for that. Henry was safe, Henry was alive and now Emma had a purpose. She had to get them out of here. She would get them out of here no matter what it took. She had to focus. She couldn’t let herself feel or hope or want. She needed to think.

Emma turned to the books that Gold had left her. She would get them out. She’d find a way. There had to be something in the books. Some way to break the seal. She would save her son. She would save - no. But as she turned through the pages of the first book, trying to shake his words - his voice - from her mind, Emma felt something.

[mishamoonberry]

It’s Not So Useless After All

A continuation of It’s Useless if Not With you and It’s Useless if You Don’t Realize

Also available on AO3

in which kakashi decides to confess... badly, that is.

Largely inspired by AKMU’S I Love You

It is caused by both encouragement and exasperation, that Hatake Kakashi, a healthy young man by the age of seventeen, finally decides to confess.

Mind you, it's only the decision to do it, not that he has done it... yet.

It's almost been three years since he fell in love with his former deskmate Haruno Sakura, a pink haired young woman who reeks of obliviousness and naivete. And it's almost been three years since his unsuccessful and helpless pining, to the point that even people who aren't involved in his love live--or the lack thereof--becomes so worked up that they demand him to just confess already.

The poor, poor spectators are including but not limited to Uchiha Obito, his childhood friend and best friend (despite what the both of them may say to each other's faces) who is so Done with every stupid shenanigans that erupts whenever Kakashi becomes too besotted near Sakura (which is blasphemy, in Kakashi's opinion, because surely he doesn't look that stupid when he gazes at her. This opinion, however, is quickly shut down by a deadpan stare from the Uchiha) and Nohara Rin, Obito's girlfriend and his bestfriend, who probably just tags along for her own amusement.

There are the little brats, the Uzumaki and his bestfriend tomato lover boy--whose name, for the love of God, Kakashi cannot remember--who is Obito's cousin, who also put their own yen in it, exclaiming that Kakashi-nii needs to stop being a coward, which probably fuels his determination to do it. Because as suave as he can be, he will not back down from a challenge, thank you very much. His healthy seventeen year old soul just won't permit it. He has to!

And, well, that, and the fact that he's getting tired of chasing her around as well.

(Like a puppy, Rin quips happily, her smile too innocent to be truly innocent, and Kakashi gives her the long suffering look she totally deserves).

He likes her, he really do.

He likes how she smiles, how she plays with her hair, how she laughs loudly without much care of the world, how she curses and flusters, how she's always ready to smack him whenever he says something way too stupid, how she's so smart and emotional and how she has some freckles on her cheeks, some blackheads on her nose that she doesn't care much to clean, the color of her eyes, the shape of her lips, and many, many things that he can list down.

He talks about it enough with Obito. The poor guy already says he knows too much about Sakura that it's becoming uncomfortable, and he totally doesn't want to know Kakashi's silly romantic fantasies, thank you very much.

Sometimes Obito wonders why must he has a sap for a best friend.

A hopeless romantic. Obito wants to barf.

It's not like you're any different, you know, Rin will always say that to him, her eyes twinkling in amusement, and Obito stubbornly refuses the implication that both of them are similar in terms of dorkiness, raising his nose and harrumphing to make his point.

Anyway, the point is that, Kakashi is finally ready to confess.

He's ready. He's finally ready.

He's....

"..." His body does a full tremble and he attempts to walk back to his home, "...maybe tomorrow would be better."

"Oh, hell no!" Obito shouts, pushing the flailing teen forcefully out of the gates of his house. "You promised to do this and you're going to do this now! Besides, you already invited her!"

"I can just say I got a stomachache!" Kakashi shouts back, his hand going toward his jeans pocket where his phone is, only to be seized by Obito's bigger hand. "Obito!"

"No!" The Uchiha growls, "you don't get to back down now that you already made up your mind, Bakakashi!"

The Hatake's face is red, whether from mortification, anger or embarrassment Obito doesn't really know. Although his face has been red ever since he managed to invite Sakura on a date. Not that he said it like that, or that Sakura would realize, being the oblivious girl that she is.

"My zodiac fortune today is very unlucky!" He says as an excuse.

Obito is quick to reply, "you never believed that shit anyway, Bakakashi!"

"Rin!" Obito shouts, and the brown haired woman moves, using her quick fingers to swipe Kakashi's cellphone from his pocket. The silver haired teen lets out a strangled whining sound behind his typical surgical mask, while Obito methodically practically dragging him toward a specific place.

[Are you on your way?] Rin types, sending the message to Sakura's chatroom. It's a good thing that Kakashi messages like an old man, all with correct grammar and everything else, so there will be no suspicion over suddenly changing messaging style whatsoever.

[Yeah!] Comes Sakura's reply. [I'm otw! Be there in 15m!]

[Okay. I'm on my way too.]

"She's on her way," Rin informs her boys, slipping the phone back to Kakashi's pocket. "No running away now, Kakashi-kun."

Kakashi groans, his cheeks still pink.

"It won't be that bad," she tries to placate him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as they get nearer to the restaurant he asked Sakura to meet him at. "At least after this, you would have already told her how you really feel."

Kakashi sighs.

Then, a few moments later, "...my stomach really hurts this time."

"Suck it up, Bakashi," Obito growls, crossing his arms. "Just go reserve a seat and wait for her. And do it properly."

"...I'm never helping you to plan for your dates ever again," Kakashi mumbles, ignoring how Obito's face explodes in red and Rin glances inquiringly at the flustered Uchiha. He rubs his stomach, mostlikely aching thanks to his nervousness, and takes a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. I'm doing this."

"Goodluck!" Rin gives him a thumbs up, and drags Obito away from the restaurant. It won't do if Sakura sees them, after all.

Kakashi lets out a shaky breath, and makes his way into the restaurant. The place isn't that fancy either. It's a family restaurant that serves tasty pasta, and both he and Sakura likes the place because it serves good food and that it's comfortable. He can't think of any other better place to confess to her. Surely, this place must be enough right? He doesn't really like the overly fancy stuff anyway.

I'm fretting again, he sighs to himself. Checking his watch, he thinks it's probably not much longer before Sakura arrives.

Well. Time to prepare.

Somewhat.

XXX

The remaining five minutes wait is nerve wracking for Kakashi. He tries to find a smooth sentence or any kind of way to smoothly tell Sakura on how much he likes her, but ends up being too corny for comfort or too rude. Perhaps this is why he always almost ends up kind of insulting to Sakura, thanks to his brutal honesty and bluntness.

And, well, perhaps, he should be exactly that? Blunt. Honest.

That's a great idea, he thinks then, I can just blurt it out and be done with it.

Steeling his resolve, Kakashi nods.

Okay.

He can do this.

XXX

When Sakura comes into view, he momentarily forgets his own apprehension and nervousness as he catches sight of her. She's wearing a yellow blouse and cream skirt, a yellow headband with white polkadots, and as she smiles genuinely wide at him, he feels that his heart skipping a beat is totally justified.

"Kakashi! Did you wait long?" She asks, taking a seat in front of him, setting down her peach colored bag.

Kakashi clears his throat. "No. Not really."

The first few minutes flow smoothly. They talk about their day, Kakashi expertly avoiding to mention about Obito and Rin putting up a fuss on his confession plan and bodily dragging him to their meeting place. It all goes smoothly until after they order their respective foods and drinks, when Sakura glances at him with a smile and those bright green eyes and--

Gosh. He's really too deep in this.

Clearing his throat, Kakashi tries to find something to say. He opens his mouth, and yet it seems his voice refuses to come out for some reason. His hands are clammy with sweat, and he curls them into fists, positioned perfectly on top of his lap. He clears his throat again.

"Kakashi?" Sakura's eyebrow furrows. "Are you catching a cold?"

"What? No!" He says, "N-No. I, ah," he raises his hand to flap them back and forth, "I was thinking."

"You never stop thinking, don't you," she mutters, tapping her finger on the table.

"Yeah, well," I never stop thinking about you, "I kinda want to tell you something, actually."

Sakura nods, "I figured. You don't usually invite me like this."

Kakashi raises his eyebrow, "I don't?" He certainly remembers other days he tried to ask her on a date and her thinking it as a simple outing between friends.

"Not on holidays," she clarifies, "you usually prefer to nap with your dogs."

"A very wonderful activity, I assure you," he nods seriously, elated when he successfully makes her giggle. "I think my dogs miss me already."

He glances at the two figures behind Sakura, hidden behind a cream colored wall. Kakashi wants to click on his tongue. Of course Obito and Rin would stick around. Of course. In fact, Obito is glaring at him, probably thinking he's going to use his dogs as an excuse to run off.

Rin just looks interested.

"Anyway," he continues, trying to gather his resolve. Just be blunt, he tells himself. Just tell them outright. "I called you here because, um."

"Because...?" She inquires, tilting her head.

"I want to, ah," he clears his throat, scratching his covered cheek with a finger. He's so very glad he's still wearing the surgical mask, it will be more nerve wrecking if it's the opposite. She  will get a clear view of his expression after all. "I want to tell you that--"

Out with it! Obito's eyes seem to say to him through his glare.

"I like you," he whispers, clearing his throat once again and blurts it out, this time a little bit easier and louder than the first, "I like you."

Sakura blinks.

Her expression shows wonder, and there's color creeping on her cheeks before she seems to forcefully blinks them away, smiling easily as she says, "Oh? Sure. I like you too."

Kakashi's brain chooses that moment to short circuit.

"I mean, you're a great friend," Sakura continues, oblivious to his sudden internal screaming, "even though you're a jerk sometimes, you know? I think we even can be considered as best friends alread--"

He slams his forehead on the table.

Sakura yelps.

"That's not what I meant," he mumbles, his voice muffled thanks to the mask and the table.

Sakura seems to be fumbling, "K-Ka-Kakashi? What? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"That's not what I meant," he says, stronger this time. His embarrassment has been washed away by some anger, and more mortification as well as exasperation. "I didn't mean as friends, pinky."

Sakura reflexively bristles at the nickname, "don't call me pin--! Wait. What?"

He glances up to stare at her, his dark eyes looking more tired than ever. "I don't like you as a friend. I like you as more than friends."

Sakura blinks.

She blinks again.

And then, realization seeps in.

The changes are instantaneous. Sakura's face turns red, her jaw drops as she lets out a loud "EEEH?". Kakashi chooses that moment to slam his head on the table again thanks to how ridiculous all of these are.

"W-Wait, you never told me!" Sakura says, her cheeks aflame.

"I just told you that!" Kakashi says, exasperated. "I like you, more than just friends!"

Another screech leaves Sakura's lips, her hands reaching up to cover her mouth as she lets out a stammer. "S-Si-Since when?! How? Why?!"

"Since three years ago," he deadpans at Sakura who chokes at his answer. "And I like you because you're... well, you."

"T-T-Three--" She stutters, before she seems to gather herself together and proceeds to berate him, out of all things. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"You think I didn't try to?" He says, straightening himself on his seat. "Those outings, the things I said to you, the fucking kiss-- What did you think of it as?!"

"I thought that was just you being a tease!" She defends herself, slamming her fist on the table. "I didn't think you'd like me too!"

"Well, I don't tease everyone!"

"You teased Obito!"

"That was different!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Not!" He shakes his head. Why is he doing this? "Anyway, I've said it! I'm not gonna say it again." He crosses his arms, looking off to the side as his eyebrows furrowed. He hasn't heard Sakura's answer to his confession. Has he missed it? Perhaps. Probably not. The point stands that he hasn't heard her answer just yet, and he despairs that it might be a rejection of some sort.

"What?" Sakura breathes out, sounding annoyed. "Why not? You said you like me!"

While it's hidden by the white mask, Kakashi is pretty sure Sakura knows that he's pouting, considering how close they actually are. "...You haven't answered it yet."

Sakura blinks. She looks surprised.

"I totally did!" She says, leaning forward. "I said, I didn't expect you to like me too."

It's Kakashi's turn to blink. He moves his gaze to Sakura, who smiles at her. Her gaze is warm, although there is still the lingering pink on her cheeks and the wonder in her eyes, as if she cannot believe what is happening with her at this moment. Kakashi can sympathize, really. He cannot believe this is happening either.

"Then," he breathes out, "that means--"

"I like you too, Kashi," she says, "and I apologize for not noticing it much sooner." Laughing nervously, she rubs the back of her head. "I always thought I'm out of your league or something... Or that you won't like me that way or something..."

"That's not true," he mumbles, "you're really wonderful. Though you were oblivious."

Sakura blushes, nodding, suddenly shy. "So... Does this make this... a date?"

Kakashi hums. He has thought of every outing with her as something similar as a date. But this is the first time the both of them has a similar line of thought.

It's... nice, he supposes.

He glances at his two companion. Obito looks exasperated, while Rin looks satisfied.

Focusing his gaze back to the pink haired teen, he smiles, eyes crinkling. "It's a date."

And there will be many more dates to come.

XXX

Bonus:

"Are they honestly screaming to each other?" Obito grouches out, his eyes staring at the childish pair throwing was too and was not at each other like the children they are.

"Oh my," Rin simply says, sounding both amused and worried at the same time. Obito doesn't know how she manages that.

"This is stupid," he sighs, "can we just leave?"

"Ah, but I haven't heard Sakura-chan's answer, yet!" Rin pouts, "at least not properly."

"I'm not sticking by until they're done with their... date."

"Of course not," Rin soothes him, "just until this part is over. After that we can go to the movies."

He perks up. "Can we watch Spiderman?"

Rin smiles. "Sure, big boy."

[fortune-failing]

Day After Bday Skit Part 1

(Hiatus Hell Day 2.)

[TLDR: London writes bad Faedon fanfiction. It will all make sense in Part 2. Faedon actually banged?? or did they.. nsfw.. we didnt even censor it. its not full smut but uh i think the worst that happened is vagueing some kink and giving a bang report card. not to spoil or anything]

(This is more than a little ecchi)

Faelian

Faelian woke up early the next morning and dug around in his bag right away. He had been looking for some water to drink because his throat was dry from the previous nights drinking. It didn’t take him long to find the potion and he held it in his hands staring at it intensely. London had made his choice sometime that night? He had chose to grow old and die.

Faelian didn’t really understand but at the same time he did. For a human, living so long probably felt like a curse… but still.. It hurt a lot to know that he’d have to watch London grow old and weak in front of his eyes. He couldn’t help but cry. He cried silently as he didn’t want to wake the other up. Eventually he calmed himself down with a shaky sigh and wiped his face clean. He placed the potion back in his bag and drank some water. All he could really do was hope that he came to terms with it eventually so that it would hurt less when it started happening.

London

Partly due to staying up so late, and partly due to the drinking, London woke up late that day as the sun's heat slowly took over the desert. "Ugh..." He wasn't feeling well. He assumed it was because of the drinking, but it was actually because of that and the rotten marron glacé he swallowed. What a bad idea. Too bad he'll never reason this out. "Morning..."

Faelian

Faelian had been looking out over the scenery when he noticed London stirring awake. He looked over at him right away and gave him a small smile. "Good morning, London. Did you drink too much?" He had made that ugh sound after all so maybe he had a hangover. He himself wasn't feeling too bad at the moment but not too good either.

London

"I don't know.. How much is too much?" He yawned as he sat up.

Faelian

"You just kind of sounded like you felt bad. Are you feeling bad? It has been a while since you drank after all."

London

London looks around to notice they actually finished off the last of Faelian's mead. "Hm.. Maybe we did have too much." Then he covers his stomach. It's not looking too good. "It's so hot...Aaaagh..." He lies back down.

Faelian

Faelian watches London as he covers his stomach and lied back down. "Once you feel up to moving let's go back to the inn. I want to wash up and I have to return this suit." He gets a water bottle out of his bag and hands it to London. "Here, it'll help your throat."

London

"Nng.." London grumbles and takes off the suit jacket before drinking the water. Then sighs looking at his shirt.

...

"Faelian, were either of us keeping guard overnight?"

Faelian

Faelian suddenly looks grim. "Oh.. I think I drank too much so I slept more deeply than usual..."

London

London looks at his bag. It appeared untouched. Then examines its contents to be sure of the fact. "Hm, if anyone saw us in the desert like this, they probably wouldn't think we were worth stealing from. We do look like kind of a mess." Butler suit aside.

Faelian

Faelian laughs at hearing that. "Yeah. I didn't really bring anything worth stealing honestly."

London

"Let's get to the inn." He put on his long sleeved shirt and scarf while suffering.

Faelian

Faelian gathered up his empty bottles and put on his suit jacket. Once standing he dusted himself off the best he could. "...Alright, ready." He stopped suddenly and moved closer to London. "Hey, wait. How's the tattoo looking? Does it feel better?"

London

He touched his neck. "The tattoo didn't even cross my mind, so I think it's okay..."

Faelian

"If it doesn't hurt then it should be fine. You should wash it off if nothing else once we get to the inn though just in case there's sand on it."

London

"Yeah, let's go!"

--Fast travel--

Faelian

Once at the inn Faelian put his bag on the table and gathered up his clothes from the bed where he had left them. "Hey, did you want to use the shower first or can I go on and use it?"

London

London lied on the bed enjoying the cool indoors. "You can go ahead." He said with his face in the sheets.

Faelian

"Alright, thanks." He headed into the bathroom and started himself a shower right away. He took his time like always and once he finally came out of the bathroom he was wearing his usual blue and grey outfit minus the hat. He carried the butler suit in his arms and it looked a little cleaner than before. "You can go now if you want, London."

London

London was dead.

Or acting like it anyway. "Uuugh. I don't want to move..."

Faelian

Faelian put the butler suit on the table and headed over to sit by London on the bed. He gave his back a few soft pats. "Want some more water?"

London

"I think I'm going to be sick.." He probably shouldn't be talking.

Faelian

Faelian rubs London's back a little before trying to cast cura on him. He isn't sure if that helps with hangovers and stomach aches but it's worth a shot.

/r 1d20+4

fightdiceBOT

@Faelian: 1d20+4 = (15)+4 = 19

London

London's breathing settles and he sits up. "Thanks, Faelian.. That actually helped, wow." He still wasn't perfect, but at least he could shower now. "I'll be right back."

Faelian

Faelian smiles proudly. He's glad he could help. "Hey, wait a sec. I think I'll go return this suit real quick while you're in there."

London

"That doesn't involve waiting." London stepped in.

Faelian

"Alright, I just wanted you to know so you wouldn't wonder where I headed off too. I'll be back soon." Faelian headed off.

London

In the bathroom, London stared at the mirror thinking about how he won't be able to show his tattoo off now because Faelian left a hickey on his neck. What a shameless elf.

Faelian

Faelian returned the suit and headed back to the inn.

London

London was sitting on the bed, letting his clothes dry, and wondering what to do. "Welcome back. Sorry about earlier. I'm feeling a lot better now. Oh, also thanks for yesterday!" He blushed. "It was really fun."

Faelian

Faelian smiled and joined him on the bed again. "Thanks.. sorry about what?" Was he apologizing for being sick? He had no idea. "I'm glad you're feeling better too, i'm surprised that actually helped."

His cheeks blushed in return. "It was no problem. I'm glad you had fun." London really was talking a lot. Did he feel nervous or something?

London

He smiled and scooted closer to him on the bed. "So now that we're a couple, what do you want to do today? I still think I owe you.. You went way out of your way to do so much for me this past week. Now it's my turn to spoil you. Any ideas what you might want? I can be your butler next, if you want." He nudged Faelian with a laugh.

Faelian

"You really feel up to doing something today? Is your stomach feeling that much better?" He smiled softly and played with London's hair a little. He laughed softly at the suggestion of London being his butler in return.

"Hmm...that does sound tempting but I’m not sure what I’d have you do if you did. Honestly I don't really know what to do..I feel like I’d be fine with anything really. Although.. maybe we could go eat somewhere nice..but.. I’m pretty broke now. It's a pretty hot day so maybe we could go swimming instead?"

London

"Swimming right after we took showers?..."

Faelian

"Oh yeah.. that would be a silly idea, huh? Nevermind. We can just go eat somewhere really nice." He wasn't really thinking straight apparently and looked embarrassed over suggesting it now.

London

"The beach isn't far, though... Maybe we can ask the others if they want to all go together sometime for a break."

Faelian

"The beach just sounds really nice to me today for some reason. Maybe because I was looking down on it all morning. Maybe after we give August his delivery we can all go... We have a lot of time until the upper keep lands anyway, right?"

London

"We don't know how much time we'll have, but we'll see.." ... "So you really don't mind doing it in water?"

Faelian

"Yeah, I don't. Why?"

London

"I'm not even sure how it would work... is it even possible? Maybe if it were a pool it would be easier.."

Faelian

"Sure it is?" He's sure people have before. "Why wouldn't it? Oh, do you mean because you need leverage? I just assumed we'd be kinda near the land? At least somewhere our feet touched the ground at maybe some rocks nearby to lean on or something... Some kind of pool would be easier probably."

London

London blushed. "Y-yeah..." How could Faelian talk about this with a straight face? "I don't know how we'll find a good spot for that soon... Wait you didn't ask to go swimming just for this, did you?.."

Faelian

He smiles. "Haha, no. I was just thinking about swimming since we're close to a beach looking place. Yeah, it might be a little hard. If it's easier we can just make our first time blindfolded like you wanted." He really doesn't seem that embarrassed when talking about this kind of stuff casually.

London

".... You really don't mind? I know before you were insistent our first time be in full sight..."

Faelian

"Hm.. well I really wanted to see you while it was happening but you seem to want it to be kind of hidden either way.. I'll get more chances to see you anyway so it's alright.

London

"I mean... I don't want you to have to cave in to my wants. It will be an important moment for both of us, right? I'm sure we can find some compromise where we'll both be happy." His cheeks grows redder by the minute.

Faelian

"Yeah.. it will be." He smiles and puts his hand on his chin while thinking. It makes him feel happy that London was blushing and considering his feelings too. Not that he didn't expect him to but London could be pretty demanding sometimes.

"Ah.. what if we start off blindfolded and then take them off at some point? Maybe halfway through or something?" His own cheeks are slightly red now too.

London

"No. I'd rather be blindfolded the whole time. In the dark."

Faelian

He pouts and crosses his arms. "You just said you'd compromise."

London

"Well, I don't want to compromise with the blindfolds. I think it would be way funner to know your body through touch only the first time. Going swimming without blindfolds was my compromise, I guess."

Faelian

He sighs heavily. "Don't suggest compromising if you're just going to shoot my ideas down. At least say the compromise before I come up with something."

"Anyway.. the blindfold stuff sounds nice... I'd still rather see you the first time though. If we do it that way though the second time has to be.. lights on, eyes open." And himself leading.

"Actually.. I'm really worried if we do it with blindfolds on I'll end up getting too excited at some point and ripping it off. Probably near the end." He flushes darkly at the thought.

London

"Um, well, let's see..." London lowered his eyes trying to consider another idea for a compromise, and then got red and glanced away. "I forgot, I meant to say.. you know I was drunk last night? I didn't mean everything I said..." Out of what he thinks he said anyway. "Don't press the details because I hardly remember anything at all."

Faelian

Faelian scratches at the back of his neck some as he watches the other. "You're trailing off now and I’m not really sure what you're talking about. Yeah, I know you were drunk. I was too. I do remember you offering me a deal though.. something about me doing everything you wanted... but I suggested a return deal and you shot it down."

London

"Huh? Did that happen?" Wow, he doesn't remember this at all. "Uhm, well, now that we're sober, if you have any deals you want to offer, I guess now is the better time. So in regards to this last deal you made.. I'm not sure. I'd rather talk about how we handle things in bed one banging at a time."

Faelian

He nods. "Some details are fuzzy but I do remember a lot of what happened last night. I guess it's an elf thing." He laughs a little. "I'm not sure I have any deals in mind at the moment. We don't really need to plan for that kind of stuff most of the time anyway."

"I don't mind making our first time blindfolded either but like I said.. there's a very very high chance I'll pull it off close to the end."

London

"Hm.." London blushes while glancing away. "I know! Why don't we brainstorm ideas and then pick our favorite. I'm sure we can agree on something, and if we really can't, we can just pull a random one from a hat."

Faelian

Faelian blushes at that idea too. "Alright.. that's a pretty good idea.. You first."

London

He brightens up and pulls out his notebook. "Okay, so we've got swimming, blindfolded..." His heart started to thump in his chest. This was embarrassing. "W-well, what do you think about.. being super drunk? You said threesomes were out of the question, right?"

Faelian

Faelian's own heart beat a little faster too. It was kind of silly that they were planning this so much. It was also pretty obvious that London was nervous about their first time. Everything he had suggested was obvious. "Threesomes are out of the question for our first time 100%.. also if we do ever do that I don't want it to be a thing that happens too often, only every now and then."

"Hm.. I don't think I’d mind doing it drunk... maybe." He wouldn't drink so much that he'd forget it the day after though.

London

"What about in a closet together?" He recalled the theater incident.

Faelian

He flushes a lot at hearing that. "I-I wouldn't mind that at all..." He too was reminded of the theater incident.

London

Faelian was a lot more agreeable than he had imagined. "What are your favorite ideas for how to do things? I can include doing it in plain sight, I guess. Maybe I won't be so against it.." He writes.

Faelian

"Oh well.. I don't mind doing it in the dark really. As long as I have a little bit of moonlight to kind of see what's going on I'll be satisfied. My favorite ideas?"

London

"Yeah.."

Faelian

"What do you mean exactly? You mean how I want it to start or what happens during it?"

London

"Um, either, sure. Just tell me anything you'd like."

Faelian

"Hm.. I figured it would be mostly spontaneous.." He cheeks continue to flush. "But um.. whenever I imagined it I figured it would start with kissing and then touching.. and then just get more intense from there."

London

"Oh, so you had nothing special in mind then, huh?"

Faelian

"Don't put it that way... I've thought of plenty of things I’d want to happen between us. I’m just not exactly sure what you mean when you say something special."

London

"Like instead of using blindfolds or swimming..."

Faelian

"Oh, I thought you meant like.... more intimate details of while it was happening. Sorry. I really like the water idea. That one seems a little hard to do during our current journey though since you said a pool might be better. I'd considered the closet before too but you beat me to mentioning it. Other then that... guess I had mostly vanilla ideas.."

London

"That's okay. So water is your favorite idea, huh... Do you like it more than just fucking in here right now?"

Faelian

Faelian's whole face turns red at the sudden suggestion. It was surprising considering he had talked about doing it in the dark or closets or stuff like that. He had thought he was shy about it. "I-I never said water was my favorite. I'd be happy with anything you suggested honestly. I'd be happy with right now too.."

London

London sets a hand on Faelian's thigh just to lean closer, "I want to know your absolute dream scenario, though. All details included. Would you want to try rimming? You liked that, right?" London jots it in his notes.

Faelian

Faelian's face can't get any redder than it is now and his heart beats fast in his chest. His eyes lingered on London's hand for a few moments. "M-My dream scenario?" He figured London was just teasing him to get his expressions but he didn't really mind. Maybe if he explained a scenario in detail it'd embarrass London in return. "Ah... it would start with kissing and touching.. I'd want to tease your chest a lot probably. maybe I could kiss you all the way from your face down to your..." He trails off now.

"...." He looks off to the side and hides the lower part of his face with his hand. "...I might want to try it.. wouldn't mind being on either end of that..."

London

As Faelian speaks he sees London continue to take notes with a serious expression. When he stops, London stops to look at him confused. "Oh, I see..." He writes some more.

"What about the place?"

Faelian

Faelian continues to flush. He's surprised that London's actually taking notes on this. He thought he'd get embarrassed for sure. "Ah.. well being travelers we don't have too many options other than inns or outside right? I wouldn't mind doing it outside or in some ruins... a bed sounds a lot softer but an inn wouldn't be a very memorable place probably. Not unless it was some place really fancy or something."

London

"Hm..."

He starts tapping his pen on the book.

Faelian

He leans over to look in the book curiously.

London

London realizes this and crouches over it fast. "No peaking!"

Faelian

Faelian smiles a little and gives him a suspicious look. "Hm? Why would you need to hide that anyway?"

London

"No peaking..." He repeats, but this time he's smiling.

Faelian

"Hmmm?" He smiles more. "Why not? What did you put on there?"

London

"Shhhh." He holds the book even closer, then gives Faelian a fast kiss on the cheek to try to catch him off guard.

Faelian

It really does catch him off guard and he looks shocked for a moment before smiling softly. "Alright then. I won't peek." He sit back again.

London

"Hehe.." London soon puts the book aside, and moves closer to Faelian. "I want to try something out. Can you turn around for me, please?"

Faelian

A curious look shows on Faelian's face. He figures London's just going to tease him again somehow but he doesn't really mind. "Okay.." He does as he's asked.

London

"Just relax, okay?.." London wraps his arms around and unbuttons the bard's jacket.

Faelian

Faelian flushes again and his heart beat speeds up. "A-Alright.."

London

He removes it. Then next he lifts Faelian's shirt enough to stick his hands under it. "I'm going to try giving you another massage." He starts pressing on Faelian's back gingerly.

/r 1d4

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d4 = (2) = 2

London

Then aims for the center of his back.

/r 1d20+1

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+1 = (9)+1 = 10

:longdong:

London

/r 1d20+3

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+3 = (6)+3 = 9

Faelian

/r 1d20-1

fightdiceBOT

@Faelian: 1d20-1 = (3)-1 = 2

London

/r 1d20+2

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+2 = (11)+2 = 13

Faelian

/r 1d20+2

fightdiceBOT

@Faelian: 1d20+2 = (8)+2 = 10

London

London's attempt to massage Faelian at the center of his back was crude at first, but he improved as he continued. He leaned closer and whispered, "How's this?"

Faelian and London Finally Bang!

(A bad fanfic by London)

Faelian

Faelian's heartbeat grew even faster once his jacket was removed and he felt London's hands on his skin under his shirt. Once he heard that it was another massage he calmed down a little. Faelian slightly arched and pressed his back into London's hands as he the massage improved. He made a few small sounds and sighs as it felt really really nice. He froze up slightly when London suddenly whispers close to his ear and shivered in reaction. "...It feels really good."

London

"Hehe." London finally stopped, then pulled Faelian's jacket back on him and glanced away blushing. "If you want, we can go look for a place right now.."

Faelian

Faelian sat there for a moment in silence while taking in what London had just said. Slowly he turned around to look at the other. His cheeks were flushed darkly once again. Seeing that London was looking away blushing told him that this was a serious request. "Really..? ...I want to.. if you want to." He slowly put his arms back into the sleeves of his jacket.

London

"Let's find the perfect place then." London smiled. "...I'm just really glad I have you. If you want, I'm okay even if we do it in a totally vanilla way. O-or I'm okay with taking chances in an out in the open way...! I'll do anything for you.." He leaned over and gave Faelian a kiss on the cheek. "I love you."

Faelian

This was very surprising. London had been so insistent on blindfolds or dark places earlier. Had he said something to change his mind? "A-Alright.. I’m really glad I have you too, London. Are you sure though? I really don't mind trying it blindfolded for you if you want.. it did sound fun to explore with only our hands for a bit.." London was a bit confusing sometimes. Saying one thing and then changing his mind later.

He tilts his head and gives the corner of London's lips a soft kiss in return. "I love you too."

London

London shakes his head as Faelian speaks. "It's okay. After thinking things over, what I really want is to make you happy. You've said from the start you wanted things to be clear and visible. We can save the blindfold stuff for next time." He now grasps Faelian's hands between his own.

Faelian

Faelian moves his hands to hold London's in return. He's not blushing as much as before but his cheeks are still red. He smiles softly and presses a small kiss on London's cheek. "I want to make you happy too. It's fine if we add some things that we both like in our first time. It'll be really memorable that way. Let's go find somewhere first and then decide what to do."

London

"Sure. So.. where do you want to go?" He blushes. "You know, last night. That was really close, but I wouldn't mind trying something like that again. Of course, it wouldn't work in the morning, but, ahem..." Faelian can tell London is really flustered.

Faelian

"Um.. how about we just walk around town and see if there are any interesting places.. m-maybe there are some nice ruins nearby.." He flushes at the thought. "That was a close call but.. I wouldn't mind trying that kind of thing again sometimes.. I would have given in last night as well."

London

"Right!? I actually kind of regret we didn't, aaaagh." London sighs. "The closest ruins are that dungeon under the library, but even the library might count as a ruin." He mumbles that last part.

Faelian

"Heh.. yeah.. it would have been really nice. Don't worry about it though, those people who rode by kinda close later would have seen us." Faelian bit his thumbnail slightly and flushed even more. "Oh.. hm.. that place was kind of dangerous but the entry room would probably be safe... it would be a memorable spot too..." He seems to be really considering it.

"T-That library is pretty big too..." Maybe big enough that they could get away with something like that. It was sure to have many unoccupied rooms too.

London

London stares at Faelian blushing bright red then glances away. "You're embarrassing.." His eyes peak back, then look away, then back again. He almost says something but stops and, his hold of Faelian's hand just tightens more.

Faelian

"Haha.. sorry. We don't have to do it there if it's too embarrassing." He gives London a curious look when he almost speaks but doesn't. He lowers his voice slightly. "What is it? It looked like you wanted to say something."

London

He jolts. "It's just-- Aaaaaagh!!" London clings onto Faelian and hides his face on his sleeve. "I'm not against that idea.." He backs his head up with a deep breath. "I'd be willing to do it anywhere with you! Whether it's the ruin, the library, or even a dark alley!"

"I've really liked you for so long, I just can't believe this is really happening!" London finally stops by hiding his face in the palm of his hands.

Faelian

Faelian's heart beats faster and even his neck and ears burn with blush now. "..I'd be willing to do the same too, London.. although a dark alley is out for the first time.." He presses a few soft kisses on those hands that currently hide London's face. "It really is hard to believe. I wanted to be with you for so long too.. my heart keeps beating so fast.."

London

"So would you rather try it now or later... You said the moonlight is also good, huh?... Are you really serious about trying it anywhere?..." He takes another deep breath to calm down. Then glances away. "But maybe we can even do it now and tonight...J-just kidding, haha.."

Faelian

It really was exciting to be talking and planning this kind of thing with London. It was so surreal. "I-I don't mind trying it now..moonlight is nice too though..." His cheeks felt like they were on fire and he nods at being asked if he's okay with trying it anywhere. "...W-We could probably really do it both times if you really wanted too..." He looks off to the side shyly after saying such a thing and lets out a shaky sigh.

London

London put Faelian's face between his hands and pulled him over for a deep smooch. "The sooner the better, honestly. Let's go! ..Then maybe tonight we can do more after we rest some." He winks with a blush.

Faelian

Faelian responds to the kiss just as deeply and sighs heavily once it's broken. His heart still hasn't calmed down and it didn't look like it would anytime soon either. "A-Alright." His cheeks feel like they'll never cool off either and he feels jittery too... He stands up and waits for London by the door.

London

London follows quickly. "So.. library?"

Faelian

"Y-Yeah.." He leads the way. Holy shit I can't believe they're going to try this.

London

-Q-quick jump to the library...-

Faelian

Faelian feels excited and nervous at the same time. It probably shows on his face too as his cheeks are still flushed while he looks around the place.

London

"You're blushing.." Don't make it too obvious we're going to fuck. London looks around. The library was expansive. No wonder it could be seen from so far away. "I wonder where we should look...."

/r 1d20+2

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+2 = (19)+2 = 21

:shamaneyes::thirdrate::preferswomen::crit1:

London has a good sense of things and leads the elf further and further in. The rooms become less crowded and the chatter of the main halls were at a distance now. "Around here looks good..."

Faelian

"Ah.." He tried to calm himself down. Oops.. Faelian follows London deeper into the building and then looks around. He feels even more jittery than before. One of those rooms should work.. right? I wonder if the doors lock...

London

"I think anywhere around here would work..." He traces as finger over a shelf. Dusty. "No one's been here in a while. We probably have the whole section to ourselves." I doubt we could lock them, though..

Faelian

"Alright." He looked around the room. It really was pretty even though it was dusty. It certainly wouldn't be a forgettable location. Let's use one of the smaller rooms just in case.

London

"Hmm.. What if someone walks in, though? Wouldn't it be better to have space to hide? Out here there are bookshelves we can hide behind maybe..." Actually I'm okay either way.. What are the chances someone will really show up? He follows Faelian's lead.

Faelian

Faelian wonders why London's saying half this stuff outloud and half of it through telepathy instead of just picking one. "Maybe.. I think a room would be better though.. maybe." You really don't mind? He leads London into one of the smaller rooms and looks around. He's feeling all kinds of things now.. He looks over at London after a moment.

London

London's scratching the side of his cheek and looks around. "Since we're at a library, we could have brought one of those books in with us." He grins, teasing.

Faelian

Faelian smiles shyly and then laughs a little. "Yeah... so I uh.. I guess we can use the table.. or maybe the floor?" He flushes.

London

A smile crept on London's lips and he grinned while looking at him. "Or we could just take over the whole room.." He pushes the door closed behind him.

Faelian

He smiles in return at hearing London's words. Once the door shuts he moves over to London and drapes his arms around his neck. "Do you want to start.. or me?"

London

His hand strokes Faelian's neck and moves downwards. "Let's just be spontaneous and see what happens." He undoes the buttons of the blue jacket for the second time that day.

Faelian

Faelian tilts his neck slightly as London strokes it and trembles slightly. He watches London unbutton his jacket and eases it off once he's finished. He tosses it into a nearby chair and starts pulling London's scarf off with a smirk. He tosses the scarf on the chair with his jacket.

London

London steps forward, trying to lead Faelian's back to the table. " What if we start on the table and end on the floor? "

Faelian

Faelian let's London lead him and sits on the table once he reaches it. A grin tugs at his lips. "That sounds fun."

London

A hand sets by Faelian's hip as he leans closer, " I'm not against using the walls or chairs, either. " He smirks.

Faelian

He smirks at hearing that and his ears go slightly red. "I'm not against that either..." He moves his hand to London's chest plate and tries to take it off. He's not really sure how though.

London

London smiles and helps with that. There was a latch on the side

"So do you want to mute the room or keep quiet?" He asks, moving his arms around Faelian's waist to give him a light hug.

Faelian

Faelian laughs a little. He should have known that was there but he's nervous and his hands were lightly shaking. "Hm.. what do you want to do..? I don't mind either way but maybe muting it would be safer." He wraps his arms back around London's neck and embraces him lightly in return.

London

"Hehe, yeah probably." He lowers a hand to stroke Faelian's butt, teasing. Then pulls the shirt upwards to slip that hand underneath it.

Faelian

He flushes darkly when London actually touches him somewhere intimate. He won't forget it.. He won't forget anything that happens in here today. He presses his skin against London's hand once it goes up his shirt and let's out a shaky breath. He tries to concentrate and use his silent zone spell.

/r 1d20+3

fightdiceBOT

@Faelian: 1d20+3 = (5)+3 = 8

Faelian

He can't concentrate and the spell fails. "I-It didn't work.. will it be okay without it? I can try again in a little while..." He moves his own hands under London's shirt now and rubs his skin here and there.

London

"Oh.. Maybe I embarrassed you too much.." He tightens his grip around Faelian, simultaneously pulling him closer to the edge of the table while also pushing on that one particular area of his back. "It's okay, I think it won't hurt to yell this far from the crowd."

Faelian

"Maybe.. it's all really exciting.. so it's hard to concentrate.." He arches his back slightly and lets out another shaky breath. His own hands continue rubbing London's back but they eventually adventure to his sides and to his chest as well. His touches move between softly and firmly at random points. "I guess it won't." He smiles and starts to press kisses on London's face and jawline.

London

His eyes close in joy to the touch of the lips on his cheek, and he moves forward to kiss Faelian as well. His knee is brought up to the table between Faelian's legs. "I'm climbing up."

Faelian

Faelian looks at London's knee placement and flushes again. He presses one last kiss on London's face for now and shifts slightly so that London can join him on the table. He offers his hand to him as well, just in case he needs it.

London

He honestly didn't need it but takes it anyway. "I'm going to steal your idea and kiss you all over - from your lips down to your..." He uses a hand to stroke down Faelian's chest stopping at the rim of his pants with a laugh, and brings the other one to move up his shirt.

Faelian

He gulps slightly and blushes furiously at the idea. "That's alright.. I’ll get to use that idea eventually. Since you stole my idea I guess I’ll steal one of yours." With that said he moved his hands and stroked London's rear to tease him.

London

London flinched. "You sneaky elf." He smirked looking down at him and then began to remove Faelian's shirt.

Faelian

He furrowed his brows and laughed a little. He shifted slightly so that London wouldn’t have a hard time removing his shirt. Once it was removed he shivered slightly at the coolness of the table. He tugged at London's shirt in return in an attempt to remove it as well.

London

London decides to help him and take off the belt. That will make things easier. Then he begins kissing around Faelian's neck.

Faelian

Faelian blames his nerves for not thinking of removing the belt first. He pulls London's shirt off and tosses it into the same chair with their other clothing. His breath quickens slightly as his neck is kissed and he strokes his hand up London's arm to his shoulder. Once he reaches his shoulder he moves the hand to the back of his neck strokes down his spine softly. "...That feels really nice, London..."

London

 Nice aim. London's hands move up Faelian's sides before sliding under him as he moves to kiss him further down. He spends extra time on Faelian's chest, making an attempt to tease him with a little biting, too. If there's anything you want, just ask.

Faelian

Thanks. He feels heat on his cheeks and neck now as London moves those kisses down. He can't help but tremble when London shows his chest attention, especially whenever London bites him. He makes a few soft sounds as well. "T-This is fine..! I really like the attention to my chest.. Tell me if there's anything special you want me to do to."

His own hands continue to touch and stroke at London's back. One of them eventually moves to his hair however and he tugs it gently.

London

"Hm, I think you're fine no matter what you do. Just relax." He continues kissing on the chest and playing with him. Then he brings one of his hands lower to Faelian's rear, and it works its way under his pants.

Faelian

Faelian's breathing had quickened and caused his chest to rise and fall a little faster now. All the attention to his chest was working him up. He swallows thickly as London works his hand under there. He shifts slightly when London's hand moves under his pants near his rear. It was so weird to think that this stuff was finally happening after wishing it would for so long.

One of his arms continues to hold onto London's back but his other one makes it's way to London's chest in order to tease it like London was teasing his own.

London

There is a quiet laugh. London moves his hand to embarrass the elf, going for a feel, but Faelian wasn't the only one getting embarrassed at this minute. Faelian's teasing effectively worked the mage up, and he blushed.

Faelian

Faelian laughs softly in return. Despite how worked up and nervous he was he was really happy too. Another smile tugged at the corner of his lips and he played with London's chest even more in an attempt to get him to blush more.

London

London slows on kissing Faelian's chest in response. In an effort to get teased less, he backs away, continuing his move down Faelian's stomach. Now he begins to remove the elf's pants..

Faelian

Fortunately for London and unfortunately for Faelian, the red bard's chest is no longer within reaching distance. He instead moves his hands to reach what he can and lightly pets London's head and tugs at his hair gently. He continues to tremble as London's kisses continue to move lower. He feels another pang of excitement and nervousness when London starts to remove his pants. He shifts to make the process easier.

London

Pants: removed

Faelian

He looks at London now with a flushed face and curious eyes. He's almost completely naked now and shivers slightly in response to the air of the room.

London

London stares back. A finger plays at the edge of Faelian's underwear debating whether it is too soon to take them off. He gulps while flushed. "I love you."

Faelian

He continues watching London with a lot of interest. A smile crosses his face right after hearing those words and he repeats them back right away. "I love you too."

London

His face brightens upon hearing the words. "Are you ready for this?" He wants to check

Faelian

He swallows thickly and gives London a nod. "Yeah."

London

-I can't believe Faedon banged on the library table-

/r 1d20+2

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+2 = (20)+2 = 22

London

London was surprisingly skilled at what he was doing and gave Faelian the best sex of his life

London

/r 1d20

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20 = (16) = 16

London

STR determined they played it rough

/r 1d20+1

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+1 = (16)+1 = 17

London

DEX for skill and performance

/r 1d20+1

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+1 = (20)+1 = 21

London

CON: it lasted long enough to go from the table to floor, bookshelf to chair, these bards were everywhere. Faelian beared the pain well, and will hardly feel the effects tomorrow

/r 1d20+2

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+2 = (14)+2 = 16

London

And WIS reflected the knowledge and technique learned from experiences of the past

Then they heard someone open a door!

Faelian

:crit1: !!!

London

 Did you hear something? London asked awkwardly stopping in the middle of something with Faelian on the floor.

Faelian

Faelian froze as well, his cheeks flushed very darkly. I-I think I heard a door open!

London

 The door to this room is still shut. As long as we stay quiet, we should be okay... Faelian could hear footsteps in the hall beyond the door.

Faelian

"...." Are you sure they won't come in here...? He tries to cast the silence zone again.

/r 1d20+3

fightdiceBOT

@Faelian: 1d20+3 = (15)+3 = 18

London

 What do you want to do if they do? Faelian hears one voice mention 'searching for a book in one of these rooms'.

The room is silenced so no one outside can hear them.

Faelian

"We should get dressed and maybe call it quits for now. They're going to enter one of these rooms, we should use this time to get dressed while we have the chance."

London

The footsteps are relatively close, and even London realizes this and gains a sense of urgency. "There's no time for that, come here!" He grabs what he can and pulls Faelian under the table just before the door opens.

Faelian

Faelian grabs anything London misses on his way under the table. Oh no...

London

They see two sets of feet walk into the room and hear voices talking about a book on Anima. 'Oh, here it is.' A grown man says. A woman is then heard asking if it mentions anything about 'arachnipian'. One of the people sit down with their feet terrifyingly close to Faelian's arm and seem to skim the book while talking.

 Well, at least we didn't get caught. He tries to be optimistic about the situation, but Faelian can tell London is still worked up.

Faelian

Faelian is completely froze under the table. He moves his arm away from the person's leg quietly. His heart beats fast and hard in his chest. Y-Yeah... I hope they don't plan on staying in here for long...

London

 What if they do? I'm still kind of worked up from earlier... London is embarrassed and also awkwardly close to Faelian's butt.

Faelian

Faelian blushes darkly. I am too but there's nothing we can do about it. We'll just have to wait.

London

 How good are you at staying quiet?.. London's memeing knows no bounds today.

Faelian

Faelian's whole face turns red, his ears turn read too. T-There's no way they won't hear something when they're so close! London is shameless.

London

 There's something I need to do still. Can't you cast the silence spell on just yourself or muffle out any noise with my scarf?

Faelian

Faelian's heart is about to beat out of his chest for real now. That's what it feels like to the elf anyway.. ...... He tries to cast the silent zone only under the table.

/r 1d20+3

fightdiceBOT

@Faelian: 1d20+3 = (20)+3 = 23

London

The panic makes it work with the most perfect accuracy

 Did it work?...

Faelian

... It did.. it worked perfectly.. He still looks nervous though.

London

London spoke in a hushed whisper. "I'm going to try something, okay? Just stay calm and don't panic."

Faelian

He sighs deeply in an attempt to calm himself down. Alright.

London

After saying that, London moved his face closer to Faelian's ass and then an elf's kink was enabled.

/r 1d20+1

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+1 = (16)+1 = 17

London

(Good performance!

Faelian

Faelian is unsure if he was turned on, happy, or ashamed at that moment. Probably a little of all three emotions. I'd go into more detail about how he feels but this is probably enough.

London

Just then, the man was moving to stand back up. (Roll dex to move and not get found..)

Faelian

/r 1d20+4

fightdiceBOT

@Faelian: 1d20+4 = (19)+4 = 23

:gaylian:

London

Faelian managed to move out of the way of the man while London was performing without disturbing either of them. In fact, the move probably helped the performance some?? Nice roll Faelian

The two finally agreed aracnopions do not exist and left.

Faelian

L-London!! I can't believe you! Doing something like this while those people were so close...! Despite saying that it wasn't like he was doing much to stop London.

London

After the door closed, London backed his head up with a gasp for air. "I was feeling horny.." He had no excuse and no shame.

Faelian

Faelian trembled all over and looked back at the other with a very red face. He didn't look angry but he did look extremely embarrassed. B-But that kinda thing didn't help you...

London

"Your face is so cute red.." He says this while still trying to catch his breath from everything, then crawls closer. "I'm never going to get tired of fucking you, but if I keep this up, I might really die. Do you want to head back soon?"

Faelian

He pouts and blushes more while still trembling. "J-Just let me sit here and calm down for a few moments... then we can go back.."

"I can't believe you can call me cute in one breath and then say something like that in the next.... even though you worded it like that.. it's still nice to hear though..."

London

London moves even closer. "The longer I look at you, the more I want to do to you... It's too much. I waited so long wishing I could be this close to you.. Now I hope I got closer than anyone before me."

"I love you, Faelian.."

Faelian

Faelian flushes even more at hearing that and it causes his heart to quicken some. "I wish I had told you how I felt a lot earlier.. I’m sorry. I feel the same way when I look at you.. I love you too, London." He leans against him slightly and lets out a shaky breath.

"You mean sexually? Y-Yeah.. that was more intense than anything I’d ever done with those other people.. Hey.. can you tell me honestly now... was this your first time? If not then how many people have you really been with?"

London

London puts a finger on Faelian's lips. "Did it seem like that was my first time? I've told you all along I've been experienced." Then he kissed Faelian on the head. "Come on, let's go back and get some rest . You have got to be exhausted by now, right?"

Faelian

Faelian flushed and pouts. "I never know what to believe when you say that though. You always say something outrageous that's impossible for me to believe." He nods slowly. "Yeah.. I’m really tired.. and I need a shower."

London

"You're fine. Get some rest. If you want I'll try to carry you back.." London blushed. "You're lighter than me, so I'm sure I can manage.."

/r 1d20

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20 = (18) = 18

London

"I'll also clean you up and dress you."

/r 1d20+3

fightdiceBOT

@London: 1d20+3 = (18)+3 = 21

London

He cast cure so any scratches or accidental marks were gone.

"This is all part of the spoiling process. Leave it to me!"

Faelian

He blushes. London suggesting to carry him and clean him up and even to dress him was really nice. He lets another soft shaky sigh out. "A-Alright. Thanks, London." He felt a lot better after being healed. He felt like he'd got some of his energy back at least.

London

He smiles. "Just stay by me while I sleep, so I can wake up and see your sleeping face later tonight."

Faelian

He nods again and smiles softly. "Okay, that sounds nice.. Oh and London...? That was really nice..." He flushes more and looks away shyly.

London

London sparkles and kisses Faelian on the lips. Then he does his spoiling thing to bring Faelian back to the inn while dressed and carried.

FIN.