#and i hope that riko is rotting in hell right now

[the-plothole-court]

neil: rip riko i know you’re looking up at me🕊🕊

jean: UP?!?!

kevin: yeah you gotta admit his methods were a bit unreasonable at some points lol

#i am a firm believer that kevin and jean reconnected after the death of riko #and started to try and fix their relationship #obviously it could never go back to how it was #but without riko in the picture at least they’re able to try #seriously though these three boys have been through too much shit #and riko negatively impacted all of their lives greatly #so i’m proud to say that no other fictional character death has made me as happy as his did #and i hope that riko is rotting in hell right now #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #jean moreau #kevin day

[whalesforhands]

HAII NYV!! hope ur doing well!!

tbh,, i’ve been thinking. How do you think SSS trio would feel about Dyf!mc going the same path suguru did? (Yk, seeing riko die and going spiraling to the point that she leaves jjt n stuffs,,) Do you think they would try and beg her to stay? Or would they let her go willingly because they’ve always wanted the best for Mc? Also, when they see each other after 11 years, Who sees her first?

tbh ive js been having brain rot of dyf so like…a million AUs are coming to me about it at once LMFAOO. but hope ure doing well, love ur writing xx

tw: yandere

lol why does ur spelling of name perfectly describe how it’s meant to be pronounced

what makes you think you’re even allowed to leave them behind like that? what makes you think you’re even able to leave them so freely?

you won’t survive out there on your own, are you just trying to die quicker? are you just trying to make them suffer just as much as you?

you’re in pain. they know, they know. you’ll get food placed outside your room’s locked door, have all 3 of them talk to you from outside too. sometimes it’s all 3 of them hanging around, sometimes it’s just 2, sometimes it’s just 1.

it’s gojo satoru that has had enough of your slump, kicking your door down with little to no effort as you flinch from shock, hiding under your blankets when you feel the dip of your mattress, and a head landing atop of your cocooned self, letting out a disappointed sigh.

“I didn’t wanna do that, ya know? You’re making things hard.”

it’s only then that he would lay down next to your form, an arm over your waist and spooning you from behind as you start to break down even harder, taking his intrusion and hoarding the comfort he gave you in this moment.

and your door’s been broken so many times you decided to just leave it unlocked… letting him and the others come and go as they please, letting him wrap his long arms around you at every given chance, letting him kiss you on the forehead every morning he gets to spend in school, telling you that he’ll be back from a mission soon.

maybe that was how it started.

“There are no missions for you, (last name).” Yaga’s scratching his head as he flips through his clipboard, carefully scanning the words.

“W-what? Why?” Your arms are shaky as you hug a Baby Panda close to yourself, soft purrs emanating from him as you pet him mindlessly. You’ve been loitering around in the campus for… Close to 3 months now.

“I’m quite confused as well. There haven’t been any curses within your grade level as of recently—“ He pauses as he flips through more papers, eyes narrowing behind dark sunglasses. “There just isn’t—“

“Then m-may I take one above my grade? T-that would put me on grounds for promotion, right?”

“You can, but there aren’t any sorcerers available to invigilate and recommend you for promotion anytime soon. Earliest I could find one is—“ The incessant flipping of papers stop.

“In about 6 months.”

ieiri shoko lets you roam around the school campus, watching you, talking to you, trying to improve your mental health. she prods you to speak your mind, convinces you that the world outside was the one that was going insane, that it wasn’t you that felt trapped, felt cornered in here.

“The campus is where you can be safe from such things. Don’t sweat it.”

and you believe her. why wouldn’t you? she’s your beloved shoko. shoko who teaches you how to do first aid when she notices how lost and listless you’re becoming, who teaches you how to treat wounds, how to stitch up open cuts, how to stop internal bleeding… all just to take up your time. she’s patient with you, holding your hands, letting you take tea breaks with her… it’s peaceful with her. you’re at ease.

so much better than being out on field, right?

geto suguru takes his time with you. he reads your favourite manga with you, asks you about the novels you have been eyeing and wanting to buy, talks about the soba noodles he had on that one trip to nagoya... hell, he’s the one who cooks food for you and helps you clean your room when he thinks you’re getting sloppy.

“Let me do it for you, okay? You’re not looking well enough to do it on your own.”

maybe that was when you thought to yourself that, maybe, just maybe… you didn’t want to leave this place.

though, if you still have some fight in you…

out of all three of them, the one who would most probably fold to your whims and let you leave is suguru. maybe when you go limp in his arms, break down crying into his chest, go quiet when he attempts to feed you…

or maybe it was that decisive kiss under the blankets of darkness, a show of your desperation and longing for something more than this that he starts to crack, starts to break. it’s then that he finally thinks that, maybe, perhaps, he needs to let you go. he’s always been quite the emotional one.

11 years of free roam? more like 11 years of surveillance. it’s not like you were allowed to go with no strings attached, you were still standing on soil that wasn’t Jujutsu Tech ground because they’re the ones who have given you this right.

they’re the ones who let you go have fun, even letting you get a job as a regular salary worker, let you get a quaint little apartment nearby, let you live the life of a regular person.

but no, oh no. you wanted to play hero again when you saw a little girl getting chased, hunted by a curse? wanted to save a life again because that’s what you could do? wanted to do?

And you got hurt from your decisions?

let’s just say you’re in for a bad time.

#dyf au #satosugu x reader #ieiri shoko x reader

[dumbwaves]

words mean more at night

jeremy knox/jean moreau (1.4k)

the english is shit, there are a lot of mental health trigger warnings but it’s my firstborn and i’m proud // read it on ao3

Jean Moreau woke up in a cold sweat. His chest ached as if someone had repeatedly bashed a racquet against his solar plexus. His lungs were burning like hell fire, and he couldn’t for the life of him breathe.

It was so dark. The kind of darkness that made him believe that there never would be light again. At least for him. He gasped, but all it did was make him feel daggers all over his chest. He felt torn open. ‘This is how I die’ he thought desperately ‘this is how it all turns to nothing’. 

And then Jean saw him -- it. Standing at the darkest corner of the room. It was mean-spirited and horrendous looking. It wanted Jean, and it spoke to him in the deepest crests of his mind. And Jean took its words like gospel.

‘Your master will return soon’ the shadow-figure spoke in a cruel, mocking tone ‘He will return and take what is his by right’ its words were prophecy-like.

Dread curled in Jean’s spine. His lungs still gave their last struggle to breathe. It hurt so much. His eyes were hot with tears, his tongue felt made of cotton inside his dry mouth.

“Il est mort” Jean choked out, his skin crawling “He is rotting in hell”.

It laughed darkly, and Jean could feel in the tips of his fingers the impending doom of what was coming for him. And he felt it all: the darkness, the pain, the hopelessness, the sorrow. His chest was going to combust, and he’d die. And Riko would be there, waiting for him in hell with a sadistic smile and the promise of blood on his lips. Jean wailed a desperate, broken sound.

And as if in a holy revelation, there was light. A faint thing, in the corner of his eye. He snapped his head so fast to see what it was that his neck ached. The bedside lamp had been turned on. Its faint yellowed glow illuminating the golden fingers attached to its button. Jean’s tear-blurred eyes watched the fingers move, the hand withdraw, the wrist flex. The long arm curled forward, trying to reach Jean. He looked at the strong shoulder, the freckles in the naked chest. Jeremy’s worried face greeted him like an old friend.

“Baby” Jeremy whispered “Baby, hey.” he tried again, frowning at how Jean’s eyes were unfocused and his breathing erratic.

Jeremy took Jean’s stone cold hand. And his touch was so tender and so warm it made Jean want to cry. Jeremy guided Jean’s fingers to his tanned chest, placing them on top of his heart.

“Lets breathe together, shall we?” Jeremy offered “Feel my heart, feel my lungs”

Jean shut his eyes tight and focused on the steady beat of Jeremy’s heart. It thumped in a bold rhythm. At that moment, Jean could’ve sworn he heard the drumming of that man’s heart inside his own body. He let out a long, painful gust of air. Jean tried to tune the faint whisper of his heart to the steady beat of Jeremy’s.

His other hand was guided to Jeremy’s belly, which fluttered with each slow breath he took. Jean tried to focus on mirroring Jeremy’s breathing while the constant symphony of his heartbeats soothed his thoughts.

Jean didn’t know how long they stayed like that. It could’ve been years, or even centuries. He felt a never-ending sense of belonging.

“You did so great, baby” Jeremy gave him a kind smile, placing his hands on top of Jean’s scarred ones. He displaced them, squeezing them a few times “I love you”.

Those words felt like a punch to his gut. Jean let out a heart-wrenching sound. His throat ached from how much he had already struggled for air, and now Jean’s crying punished it a bit more. He pushed his arms out and embraced Jeremy so close, so tight. Their chest collided with a hollow sound and Jean tucked his nose in Jeremy’s sweet-smelling neck.

“It’s all right” Jeremy’s sweet southern drawl assured him.

Jean felt fingers lightly tracing the bumps of his curled spine, the soft pads brushing against his thorn skin. Jeremy held the back of Jean’s neck with his other hand, playing with the short wisps of Jean’s still growing hair. It was in an awkward length after having to buzz it all off to treat the patches of skin where Riko had ripped his hair out. His hair was now a few inches long, at least long enough to curl wildly around the nape of his neck and stick up from his temples.

“Hey” Jeremy held Jean’s soft, swollen face in his hands.

“Hello” Jean croaked. “I’m sorry for waking you up. Again” guilt soared through Jeans chest like an arrow.

“I know you are” Jeremy said with a sad smile “And I won’t ever get tired of telling you that I don’t mind. I love you” he repeated like a prayer.

“I love you” Jean whispered.

Jean was still scared that he’d been living in delusions, that Jeremy didn’t really love him, that all the love he was being given with such open-hearted devotion was a byproduct of his trauma and his psychotic symptoms. Everytime Jeremy said something like that to him, Jean looked at his lips, to see if they were really moving. To check if it was all real.

Jean layed back down on their small shared bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against his still trembling body. He tugged Jeremy with him, so they were facing each other. Jeremy tangled their ankles together, and pressed a hand to Jean hair, petting it lovingly.

“You have this wild look on your face” he said carefully “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

Jean gulped. Jeremy knew about his trauma and some bits of what happened in the nest. He knew about Jean’s diagnosis. The PTSD and the depression with psychotic features. Hell, he was the one who suggested Jean should look into a mental health professional. He knew about the voices, the paranoia and The Shadow. But it still hurt to tell him, because it felt like he was crazy and flawed and hopeless and… Wrong.

“A nightmare I don’t really remember. Panic attack. Then, The Shadow came to have a nice little night-time chat” Jean muttered bitterly. He felt pressure at the back of his head, like he was about to start crying again. This time it was out of embarrassment.

Jeremy hummed, brushing Jean’s hair away from his face.

“At least I know he is dead, you know? It doesn’t get me as paranoid as before.” Jean added.

He had talked about it with his psychiatrist/psychotherapist in their last session. The meds seemed to be working alright to subdue his psychotic symptoms, mostly the delusions and the paranoia. But at night he hallucinated a lot. The meds for his depression were helping as well, making the numbness and anedonia a little less overwhelming.

And the man laying beside him helped too, a lot. Jean had never been loved in his entire life, and experiencing it for the first time was like a never-ending sky-dive which he wasn’t afraid to hit the ground. Jeremy had so much love and kindness in him that it bewildered Jean. At first he thought the man was one more penance he would have to get through in life, with his sunny smiles and jokes. He seemed ignorant to what life was really about.

But he was not. Jeremy despite his young age was wise. He seemed one thousand years old, he felt god-like. He talked with passion, he had a sparkle in his eye and quirk in his mouth. He knew about love and friendship and family. He sang and he laughed and he enjoyed life with a ferocity that was foreign to Jean. He tugged at Jean’s heartstrings like he was poorly tuned chord instrument. ‘Dieu du Soleil’ Jean often thought. He was golden all over, freckled and glowing by the sun’s hand. He carried joy in his words and hope in his hands. He was a divine intervention in Jean’s life.

“I feel like I know you…” Jean confessed faintly “From a lifetime ago”.

“You are a very silly man, Jean Moreau” Jeremy teased, his eyes crinkling with delight. Jeremy loved any kind sweet talk.

“I might as well be, mon coeur” Jean conceded, indulging Jeremy “I might be silly. And psychotic. But I know what I feel. There’s a lifeline between us. You pull on my heart like the moon pulls on the sea”.

Jeremy gave a weak laugh, his cheeks pinking prettily. His hand never stopped petting Jean’s hair.

#jerejean #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean fic #aftg #mine #wrt

[andrewjostenzarchive]

Nothing Else Matters

This is my gift for @spookymiscreant for the @tfcdiscord winter exchange! I hope you like it! <3

also read here on a03

The night is quiet. Kevin can see his own breath in the air as he and Jean move along the high walls of the factory. His jacket barely manages to keep him warm, but he's fine with that. This job isn't supposed to last long.

He stops in front of the door while Jean vanishes into the wall. Sometimes Kevin envies him for his ability to just go through everything, but his powers aren't bad either. Soon he hears the click of the door as Jean opens it from the inside.

They make their way inside, following the long floors. The building barely has any safety regulations, as it's just a place to produce wool. What they don't know, though, is that they have something that is very precious. What exactly Riko didn't even tell them. Kevin wasn't happy with it, but what should he do?

Finally, they reach the empty room. They see the small box on the desk immediately.

This is far too easy, Jean's voice halls inside Kevin's head. Kevin hates to admit that he's right.

Maybe the humans working here don't know its value, but other mutants sure as hell do.

He makes maybe one step into the directions of the box as the ground suddenly is slippery and he falls to his knees. Is that – ice?

Kevin hears Jean gasp as a bright flame sizzles into his direction. He barely has the time to duck.

Kevin looks up and sees two blonde guys, extraordinarily short. Whereas one of the twins' – obviously they were twins, they are identical – hand is blue, the other's is burning red.

“Elementals,” Kevin hisses, jumping to his own feet, right as the fire one reaches for the box.

“Better luck next time,” he says, grinning smugly.

Kevin extends his arm, starting to control the twins' own shadows. Both of them look at him like he's crazy, though, as nothing happens at first.

Take care of them. I will try to get the box, Jean says in his head right as the shadows leap on the twins from behind, making them stumble. His own shadow follows him as he runs to them, creating a few illusions of himself to help him fight.

He nearly slips again, but this time he knows from the ice. He smiles wintry.

Again the other one shoots a fireball, luckily only hitting one of his illusions. It still hurts a bit, but he tries to hide his flinch.

Finally, Kevin reaches them, lunging to steal the box, but stumbling back when fire comes close to him again.

“Take care of the other arsehole. I can take him,” the fire twin says, right as Kevin hits him in the stomach. The blonde only laughs out while his brother turns around to face Jean, mien emotionless.

It seems Kevin underestimated his power. Though small, his punches are strong and make Kevin stumble.

What the hell is in that box? Jean asks in Kevin's head, but he has no time to answer that.

Right as his fingers finally curl around the box, there is a loud thunder that lets the whole room vibrate, shortly followed by a lightning nearly hitting both Kevin and one of the twins.

They both jump back, Kevin's hand finally having gained the stupid box. Not only does he nearly fall, no. He also stumbles in the ice twin, both of them falling over.

“Andrew!” he hears the one behind him shout, pushing Kevin down from him.

The fire twin – Andrew – leans against the wall, looking up with a frown, obviously not hurt.

Kevin follows his gaze to see a few hooded men. He doesn't see any faces. Nothing.

He stares at Jean who turned pale. The taberni.

Kevin looks at him in confusion, trying to remember what the name means as he feels someone tugging at the box. Instantly he tightens his grip, trying to push the ice twin away. While they both try to hold onto the box, though, they don't notice the hooded men coming closer until he hears Andrew say loudly: “Aaron, watch out!”, the same time Kevin hears Jean say They are right above you!

Right as both of them turn up to look, it's too late. There's another shockingly bright lightning and everything turns black.

Kevin groans while he attempts to open his eyes, his head pounding. After a few tries, he just pries them open, staring right into the dark. Is he blind? Panic rolls over him in a cold wave, but then his eyes adjust and he can make out at least some shapes. “What the hell?”

“I asked myself that too,” he hears a voice.

He flinches, trying to find out where it came from. “Who -”

“Tell me you are not really that dumb.”

Kevin opens his mouth to protest as he remembers. “Wait. You are the ice twin.”

“Ice twin? Really?”

“Shut up.”

Kevin carefully stands up. “Where the fuck are we?”

“How am I supposed to know, shadow boy?”

“Shadow boy?!”

“You started.”

Kevin huffs before taking a few steps, attempting to at least found a wall. Every room has a door, right?

He can feel Aaron's gaze, although he can't see him. “What?”

“Do you really think it's that simple?”

Seconds after Aaron said that, Kevin finds the door. Well, not a lucky thing. He feels a lightning travel through his whole body as he is thrown back, excruciating pain in every single limb.

“Fuck, I think I just saw your skeleton,” Aaron says.

Kevin just breathes heavily, not having the energy to flip him off.

Of course it wouldn't be that easy.

He carefully reaches for his stomach and flinches. It feels … like burned meat. Great.

“Fuck.”

“You hurt?”

Kevin tries to huff, but it hurts his sides. So he just breathes out a quiet “yes”.

He can hear Aaron coming closer to him, trying to find him in the dark. He nearly falls over Kevin, but catches himself in the last second.

Kevin gets tense as he feels Aaron's cold hands on his body. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Where is the wound?”

“Further down.” Kevin presses his lips together as Aaron's fingers lightly travel down his skin until they reach his stomach. His sharp inhale seems to help Aaron, and after a few seconds, the pain eases and he relaxes slightly.

“Healing?”

“Couldn't let you die before we get out of here.”

“Wow. Thanks,” Kevin says sarcastically, secretly being graceful that the wound is gone – for now.

He presses his hand against it and feels smooth skin, nothing else.

“I've never encountered a healing mutant.”

“Well, congrats, you have now” Aaron replies sarcastically, leaning back from Kevin.

Aaron's sarcasm is the smallest problem he has right now.

“So, the door is secured. Did you try to find something else?”

“No. Why? It's the taberni. This thing is foolproof.”

Kevin rolls his eyes. “Nothing is ever foolproof.”

He can feel Aaron's annoyed mien. “Well, good luck trying. I won't heal you another time.”

Kevin ignores him and keeps on searching. After an hour, he has to admit Aaron's right. So he just grits his teeth and leans back against the wall.

“So?”

“Shut up!” Kevin hisses back, sinking down to the ground. “They will come for me.”

“Who? That guy with you? Alone?”

Kevin bites his lip. “No. Riko. The ravens. They won't let me rot in here.”

“Wait, ravens? You work for them?” The disgust is audible in Aaron's voice.

“Well, who do you work for, then?”

“The foxes.”

Kevin's heart misses a beat. The foxes. His dad.

“They are not that good, though.”

He can hear Aaron huff. “Well, at least we are not killing our own.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“A team has no “I” in it, shadow boy.”

Kevin doesn't know what's that supposed to mean, so he just turns away. “As if you had any idea, ice twin.”

The next hours are quiet. Soon they figure out that no one will really come to see them. So they reluctantly begin to talk. Surprisingly, Aaron starts. And then it just goes on and on.

Aaron likes medicine. And the colour green. And spending time with his family, although he'd never admit it. He's only with the foxes because of his twin. Wymack is nice.

So Kevin participates in their game and gives away truths about himself.

That he likes history. That his favourite colour is red. That his best friend is Jean, not Riko. That he's with the Ravens since birth.

It's nothing too deep, but enough to figure each other out.

It's better than the lonely dark and cold silence. The only way of communication they have is each other.

It gets to them sitting next to each other, their thighs touching while they talk about the most random shit to pass the time.

Until one day, the door opens. It's unusual. They have to blink to even adjust to the light as a voice speaks.

“Oh, Kevin.”

The voice is so familiar and Kevin's blood freezes.

“Riko? You're here?” He's relieved, yet tense. Riko is unpredictable. But he's going to save him, right?

“Yes, of course. I had to get my box.”

Kevin, half standing, freezes at that. “The box?”

“Do you seriously think you and Jean would ever get it?” Riko laughs. “I had to take matters into my own hand.”

“So you betrayed us to make a deal with them?” Kevin asks, his voice angry.

“Well, Kev,” Riko smiles coldly, “at least I know I can count on them.”

“Where's Jean?”

“The taberni took care of him and that other mutant,” Riko says, considering his nails.

Kevin can hear Aaron get up next to him. “What's that supposed to mean?”

Riko's answer is a cold laugh.

Before Kevin can stop him, Aaron throws a huge icicle in Riko's direction. It immediately bursts midst the door frame, shattering into a thousand pieces.

Riko's smirk is cruel. “Cute. You two won't make it much longer. Have fun rotting!”

Kevin is shaking with anger, knowing that he can't do anything, that he is powerless. He hates it.

He feels Aaron move next to him, but holds him back this time. His grip is tight. “Don't. We can't. It's impossible to get out of here.”

Aaron grits his teeth. “What are we supposed to do then?”

“Wait. Taberni aren't known for mercy, Jean said once. They won't let us simply go by starving and dying of thirst. They will wait until we are weakened and then get us.”

“And then?” Aaron says.

“Then we fight back.”

Admittedly, it wasn't Kevin's best plan. He and Aaron tried to come up with strategies, but since no one really ever survived the taberni, it's hard to think of a way to kill them – or even hurt them so they could flee.

It is exhausting and they really feel themselves getting weaker. Aaron's head rests on Kevin's shoulder while latter rambles about historical facts, trying to keep them both conscious. Their hands are loosely intertwined. They squeeze it from time to time, reassuring each other that they are here and still awake.

So then two of them come and take them, they are practically helpless. They get torn apart and Kevin's hand feels cold. So this is it? This is how they are going to die?

Next thing he knows, his knees hit a cold floor and he has problems with keeping his balance. Automatically, his eyes scan the room, skipping over the hooded creatures until they lock with Aaron's. At least he's not alone. He nods at him, aching to hold his hand again. It seems like Aaron feels the same, as his fingers twitch while he nods back. Then Kevin closes his eyes.

Get down!

The voice is sudden in his head and he flinches, but listens to Jean's voice and throws himself onto the ground. Jean seems to have told Aaron too. As soon as both of them are down, chaos ensues.

All kind of powers fly through the room, hitting the wall and the taberni. Vaguely Kevin recognises the fire twin as someone helps him up to his feet.

“Jean,” Kevin says, his voice strained.

“Come on, we gotta get you out of here.”

“Not without Aaron.”

Jean sighs before pointing to Aaron, held up by his twin. “See? He's safe. And now we have to leave.”

People ran past them, and if Kevin was more conscious, he'd recognise the foxes. For now, he has to focus on walking and not stumbling.

Whatever plan Jean and Andrew had for them, it obviously didn't work.

Kevin feels himself getting thrown against a wall, a lightning missing him, but only barely.  

His head is pounding as he opens his eyes, warm blood trickling down his neck. Fuck.

He blinks a few times, the adrenaline not really helping much.

Where is Aaron?

“Aaron?”

He sees a bit of blonde flash in the other corner, but it could be who knows who.

Nevertheless, Kevin gets up, ignoring the black edges in his sight.

He's right. It is Aaron. He also looks pretty out of it, but his head perks up as he sees Kevin.

That's when it happens. Kevin notices taberni coming closer to them, one of them raising his hand. The lightning. It will kill him. Aaron told him that he could only heal others, but never himself.

“No,” Kevin breathes out, gathering all his energy to sprint the last few metres to shove Aaron aside.

This time, the lightning hits him directly, travelling through his body and back. The air smells of burnt flesh as Kevin falls to the ground, the only thing he feels is pain pain pain. His ears are ringing loudly, blocking out ever thought he could have.

The last thing he feels are cold, wet hands. Then everything goes dark.

Then he opens his eyes, it's bright. The ceiling is a blinding orange with white paws all over it. “What the hell?” he mumbles to himself, attempting to sit up. He inhales sharply as hurt spirals through his body.

Someone carefully puts their hands on his shoulders, pressing him down again. “Not good.”

He looks up, his frown turning into a smile as he recognises Aaron. “Did we make it?”

Aaron nods, scooting closer on the edge of the bed. “We did.”

Kevin breathes out relieved. Then he looks up at Aaron's face again. “Are you okay?”

Aaron raises his brows. “You were the one hit by the lightning, remember?” Although he sounds nonchalant, Kevin can hear the underlying worry in his tone.

Kevin gives him a crooked smile. “How could I forget? It hurt like a bitch.”

Aaron huffs before taking Kevin's hand. “That was so stupid of you.”

Kevin just shrugs, his thumb caressing Aaron's skin. “Better get used to it, ice twin.”

He grins as Aaron rolls his eyes. “If you ever do that again, I will kill you personally.”

“I would let you,” Kevin answers without hesitation.

Aaron blushes slightly, avoiding his gaze. “Idiot.”

They sit in silence for a while, fingers still linked. Kevin can feel the words he wants to say on the tip of his tongue, but he can't get them out. He feels like he's going to choke on them. He's angry at himself. They are just words.

So he sighs, which brings Aaron's attention back to him. Kevin uses his free hand to smooth out the frown on Aaron's forehead before putting his hand on his cheek.

Aaron's gaze is intense, his eyes seeming darker than ever before.

“Come here,” Kevin mumbles, quiet, afraid to break – whatever it is between them right now.

Kevin puts up his other hand, too, cradling Aaron's face completely as they lean their foreheads against each other.

'I'm glad I didn't lose you.'

They just breathe for a while, warm, shaky.

'I'm glad you are here.'

Slowly, painfully slowly, Kevin lifts his head, his lips brushing against Aaron's.

'I don't know where I'd be without you.'

And then they kiss. What starts out careful, like they are afraid to break each other, like it's just an illusion, gets more passionate, Kevin's hand in Aaron's hair, biting lips, suppressed moans into each other mouths. It's just them, alone, together.

Kevin still has his eyes closed as Aaron inches away a bit, both of them breathing heavily. Then he opens them, his look soft, warm.

Aaron's hair is a mess, his cheeks red, his lips kiss-swollen. Probably he doesn't look much different.

In this moment, he just doesn't care. About where they are, what Riko is doing with the box, what is in the box, what he's going to do if he finds out they are alive – nothing of it matters, right here, with Aaron so close to him.

So he just pulls him in again and lets the world just be.

#kevaaron #kevin day #aaron minyard #tfcdiscord #tfc #aftg #the foxhole court #all for the game #* #mine