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st-eve-barnes · 5 months

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Bad Girl

(modern Aemond x fem Reader)

Summary: Aemond gets a little (sexually) frustrated with his shy girlfriend. Based on this post: "Hold her down by the throat and put her vibrator on the max setting. That'll fix her, I promise."

You can all thank @arcielee for inspiring me to write this! So it came out a little different than I initially planned but I hope it's still okay ;) This was written quickly so I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language and all that. Enjoy!

Word count: +2800

Warning: 18+ for explicit content and language. Teasing, dirty talk, mild degradation/praise, masturbation (fem), soft dom Aemond, shy reader. Use of sex toy & orgasm denial. Choking, multiple orgasms and p in v sex.

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Aemond tried his best to focus on the words on the page in front of him. He wanted to finish this chapter but your hand on his thigh was starting to distract him.

You were both lying on your bed, him reading his book while you absentmindedly scrolled through Netflix while checking your phone. It had been over an hour now and you still hadn’t picked anything to watch.

You were distracted as well, Aemond had noticed it the moment he’d walked in but as usual you chose to stay quiet and not let him know what was on your mind.

But he knew you inside and out now, after 6 months of dating. You were a closed book and it took a lot of patience and the right kind of attention to get you to open up to him. Tonight was no different.

Looking at your blank facial expression one could never tell but the way your hand kept clinging to his leg, Aemond knew everything he needed to know. You were just as horny as he was right now.

“Do you want me to pick something?” he asked, not looking up from his book but his lips curling into a little amused smile.

“Oh, no, why?” you asked, waking up from your thoughts.

“Because clearly you are never going to,” he pointed out.

You sighed,”I’m sorry, I just…I don’t really feel like watching anything.”

“Then why didn’t you just say that?”

“I didn’t want to annoy you,” you sighed, turning off the tv.

It took only a few seconds for Aemond to snap his book shut and look up at you.

“What did I tell you just last night? You can never annoy me, sweet girl,” he placed his book on the nightstand and turned his attention to you,”Okay, here's what's going to happen…we’re going to set up a few ground rules, just between us.”

You looked at him with intrigued eyes.

“You need to tell me what goes on in that pretty little head of yours,” he spoke softly,”I can’t read your mind, love.”

“You might wanna be grateful for that,” you joked, putting a smile on his face but it disappeared quickly when his one good eye met yours.

“Rule number one,” he then stated,”You don’t put yourself down, ever.”

Your eyes softened at his request and you smiled while nodding your head,”I’ll work on that.”

“Oh, you will,” he confirmed and you were taken aback by the hard tone in his voice.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Rule number two,” Aemond continued,”You need to talk to me, about what you feel, and what you want, whatever it is. I don’t want to have to guess it.”

You nodded but sighed quietly,”Aem, you know I…I have a hard time opening up.”

“Not with me,” he insisted,”I don’t want you to feel that way with me.”

His eye stayed locked on yours, his gaze intense, as if he was trying to stare deep into your soul. ”You know you never have to feel that way with me, right?”he then added softly.

You smiled, reassured,”I know.

“Good,” he nodded,”Then let’s try this, shall we? Tell me what you want right now.”

You couldn’t help but blush, your words already stuck in your throat.

“Come on, don’t be shy, sweetheart,” Aemond encouraged you,”Your hand’s been on my thigh the entire time, what is it? Do you want to cuddle?”

You knew he was teasing you but you still couldn’t bring yourself to say the actual words.”No, I don’t want to cuddle,” you confessed instead.

“Then, what do you want?” Aemond covered your small hand with his much larger one, his thumb caressing your skin,”Don’t make me drag it out of you, sweet girl, you know I will.”

His threat was making your heart beat faster and your skin was burning up under his soft touch.

“I want…,”you bit your lip, willing yourself to just say the words but failing again. “I want you,” you eventually let out.

Aemond clicked his tongue in disappointment”You want me? Want me to what?”

“Aemond,” you whined.

He took his hand off you, making you want to whine some more but the serious look in his eye stopped you.

“I think it’s time to tell you about rule number three then,” he stated.

“Rule number three? What’s rule number three?”

“Girls who don’t comply with the first two rules will get punished.”

Your heart was definitely beating loudly in your chest now. “Aem,” you whispered, shaking your head with a shy smile.

Before you could even think of saying anything else he had you pinned down to the bed, straddling your legs and leaning over you, his face mere inches away from yours.

“Oh, you think I’m joking?” he asked.

“No, I…I don’t…”

He nuzzled your cheek, his breath warm against your skin while his long hair tickled your neck, putting goosebumps all over you.

“I won't ask again,” he whispered firmly,"Tell me what you want."

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally blurted out, putting a satisfied grin on his face as he leaned back to look at you.

“There’s my girl,” he smiled,”That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

You bit your lip. Aemond's hands were softly caressing your waist and you could feel the weight of him on you, his cock pressing against your inner thigh through his sweatpants. You couldn’t help yourself from trying to move against him but he was quick to grab your wrists and pin them down on the bed next to you.

“Nuh-uh,” he teased,”Keep still.”

“Aem,” you breathed,”Please.”

“No, no, that took you way too long, sweetheart,” he pointed out,”If I give you what you want right away how will you learn your lesson, hmm?”

His hands moved back to your waist, slowly pushing up your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin. A smirk played on his beautiful face when he discovered you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Look at you being all slutty for me,” he grinned, pushing your shirt up all the way and exposing your tits fully to him. You couldn’t hold back your moans when he started kissing your stomach. His mouth was so soft, his kisses featherlight, teasing, making you shiver all over.

When he finally worked his way up to your tits his tongue curled around your nipple, making you squirm underneath him. You kept your hands on the bed, digging into the sheets now. You were afraid if you touched him he'd stop what he was doing to you and you would break if he did.

“Aemond,” you breathed,”Please…please…baby.”

You could hear him laugh as he licked your other nipple,”Oh, no, you don’t get to be impatient now, sweetheart. You made me wait for over an hour while you kept browsing that stupid Netflix menu. Rubbing my thigh like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing to me.”

He moved up higher to kiss your neck.”You’re going to do exactly as I say now. And maybe when you do, I’ll fuck you afterwards. Maybe. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Use your goddamn words, sweetheart,” he growled, grinding his erection against your panties.

“Fuck, yes, I understand,” you moaned.

“Good,” he grinned,”Good girl, you’re gonna be such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Say it.”

Your voice came out as nothing more than a pathetic whimper,”I’ll be…a good girl…for you.”

Aemond moaned loudly and pushed his cock up against your soaked panties, letting you feel every inch of him but then he pulled back, an evil smirk on his lips.

He leaned over to your side of the bed and opened your nightstand.

“What are you…?" your eyes widened when he pulled out one of your toys.

“Just the one I was looking for,” he grinned.

“Aemond,” you warned him but it only encouraged him.

“Show me,” he whispered, putting the toy in your hand and moving back a little to give you room,”Show me how you use it on yourself.”

“Are you serious?” you breathed.

“Dead serious,” he placed his hand on your thigh, tracing his fingers towards the edge of your panties,”You’re not getting my cock tonight, love, or my fingers, this is all you get. So get yourself off while I watch.”

You just stared at him in disbelief for a moment.

Aemond was licking his lips while he looked down at your panties and then he leaned in to place his lips on your ear,”I can see how wet you are from up here, my sweet girl, those panties are fucking soaked right through. You need to come really bad, don’t you? So fucking do it.”

You finally managed to shut off your brain and looked at the toy in your hand. Of course he had chosen one of your favorites, not an actual vibrator but your pink clit stimulator, the one that always got the job done.

But it was a little different with him watching you.

You slipped the toy in between your legs and into your panties and clicked it on, the sudden vibration enough to make you let out a quiet whimper.

Aemond didn’t take his eye off you, his one leg still wrapped over yours, now spreading you open, watching as you started bucking your hips against the vibrations. Your breathing was picking up quickly, your cheeks flushed and your other free hand was clutching the sheets, desperate to hold onto something.

Watching you like this was turning Aemond on beyond reason and he was dying for some sort of relief himself. But he held back, only focusing on you and your pleasure. He wanted to see you fall apart so badly, to see you finally letting go of that control and give in. But another part of him also wanted to snatch that toy from your hand right before you could succumb, letting you feel some of his frustration.

But he showed mercy on you, watching as your legs started to shake and your back arched off the bed when your orgasm rushed through you.

His mercy was short lived though and before you could ride it out the toy was pulled from your hand, making you look up at him with a disappointed whine.

“My turn,” he grinned.

He pulled your panties down in one swift motion and then the toy was on you again. You almost wanted to back away at the sudden sensation on your now sensitive clit but Aemond held you in your place.

“Look up at me, sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. He waited until your eyes met his before he turned the toy down to the lowest setting. “You alright?” he checked.

You nodded,”Yeah, I’m alright.”

He cupped your cheek with one hand, thumb brushing your lips ever so briefly.”You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered,”Surrendering to me so easily. God, it's everything....you’re so perfect.”

You smiled and felt tears sting in your eyes, his sudden softness combined with the aftermath of your release making you feel emotional.“Can I touch you now?” you begged.

Aemond nodded instantly,”Of course you can, my sweet girl.”

He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips and your arms finally wrapped around him, caressing his neck and his hair and holding him close to you. Aemond reciprocated your hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck for a moment and breathing you in. But then he leaned back, that teasing smile back on his lips.

“Okay, where were we?” he asked and he laughed when you looked at him,”Oh, you didn’t think I was done, didn’t you?”

“Aem,” you shook your head,”Just fuck me.”

“Oh no, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, sweetheart,” he insisted and he turned your toy up a notch. He didn’t move it, just held it against your clit, teasing you with it.

“That feel good, baby?” he purred,"Oh, I bet it does, your poor little clit must be so sensitive right now, hmm?"

His lips moved down to softly kiss your neck. The combination of his warm, wet mouth on your skin and the vibration between your legs was quickly building up your need for another release.

This time Aemond showed no mercy, pulling the toy away as soon as you got too close, making you grip his arm in frustration at your lost climax.

“Fuck...please,” you whined.

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” he smiled, kissing the spot right below your ear,”Do it again. I want to hear you beg for it, use your words this time.”

He placed the toy back on your clit and back on the lowest setting, enough to tease you but not get you off.

His tongue traced patterns on your neck and collarbone and then he gently sucked your skin while upping the setting, higher and higher until he felt your legs starting to shake and he pulled away again, smirking against your neck as you cried in frustration.

He repeated the same process a couple of times, making you whimper and moan beneath him, tears running down your face now. Your hands were tangled into his hair and clawing at his back, underneath his shirt.

“Come on, sweetheart, tell me what I want to hear,” he breathed into your ear.

Aemond’s voice was rough and you could hear it in his breathing, he was turned on just as much as you were. When you looked down you could see him palming himself through his pants, desperate for some friction.

“Please let me come,” you begged, finally finding your words,”I need to come so bad, Aem, please, baby.”

“Yeah? You want it?” he teased, licking into your mouth. You pulled him into a deep kiss, grinding your hips against your toy, which was now completely soaked in your arousal.

Aemond turned up the settings, one by one, pushing you closer and closer to that edge, moving it over your clit so perfectly you could feel your orgasm so close within reach.

"Tell me you want my cock," he breathed into the kiss,"I need to hear you say it, sweetheart...fucking say it, please."

All reason had left your mind and you finally gave into your most primal needs, and words.

“I want your cock,” you whimpered,”Please, Aemond…I need your cock, please…I need it inside of me so bad, need to feel you.”

“Oh, you do?” he grunted, moving his own hips against the mattress in his own desperation but he was not going to give in yet,”I don’t know if you deserve my cock, sweetheart.”

“I do, I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Yeah? You’ll tell me what you want next time? Before I have to drag it out of you?”

“I will,” you whimpered,”I promise I will.”

“Well, we’ll have to see about that next time, won’t we? For now you’ll just have to take what I give you.”

He turned your toy up even higher, it was almost on the maximum setting and your legs were shaking in anticipation already.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

“Will you take what I give you and accept your punishment?” he breathed against your lips.

You nodded,”Yes, yes I will.”

“Good girl,” he smirked and he watched your reaction when he clicked the button and pushed your toy to it maximum,”Show me how desperate you are for me, sweetheart, ride your toy like you would ride my cock.”

He placed himself over you again, pinning you down on the bed, his cock rock hard and pressing into your inner thigh. As you bucked into your favorite toy Aemond started rutting against you, his breath heavy in your ear.

“Come on, my pretty little slut,” he growled into your ear while his hand made its way around your neck, gripping it tight,”Fall apart for me, I want to hear you…see you…feel you. Come for me, sweetheart...come for me, right fucking now.”

Your legs finally gave out and you came with a silent cry, clinging to his back and biting down on his shoulder. You didn't get any time to recover because Aemond pulled down his pants and in one desperate move sank his leaking cock deep into your pulsing heat. You climaxed again right away and it only took Aemond a couple of hard thrusts to follow suit, filling you up and collapsing on top of you with a quiet whimper.

You both lay in silence afterwards, letting your breathing calm down and enjoying the warmth of his body close to yours.

You couldn’t help but smile after a while. “I thought I wasn’t getting your cock tonight?” you then teased,"What happened with that?"

He looked up at you, blushing and biting his lip and then he gently nuzzled your neck, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder,”You make me weak, what can I say? Besides...I couldn't bear it any longer, I’ve wanted to fuck you as soon as you walked in tonight.”

“So did I,” you confessed.

Aemond gave you a surprised, warm smile,”Next time you tell me that right away so we don’t have to waste time pretending to find shit to watch on Netflix.”

You nodded,”I will, I promise.”

“Good,” he whispered,”I wouldn’t wanna have to punish you again for being such a bad girl.”

You hesitated for only a moment before you looked back at him and bit your lip,”What if I want to be your bad girl?”

You watched Aemond swallow hard, his hold on your waist tightening and his pupil growing darker.

“What if I liked being punished?” you added in a whisper, a smile forming on your lips at seeing Aemond squirm like that for once.

”Yeah?” he breathed,”You…you liked that?”

"Very much," you nodded and you giggled when he pushed you back down on the bed, his lips finding yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You could feel his cock pressing against your thigh, he was hard again.

His mouth moved to your ear, whispering heavily while his hand reached for your nightstand again,”Let's see what other toys you have in there, shall we, my beautiful bad girl?”

#aemond x reader #modern aemond #aemond smut #aemond x you #aemond fanfiction #ewan mitchell fanfic #aemond imagine #aemond x fem!reader

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papermonkeyism · 1 year

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For the new year, I wish I'll get to hang out with people again.

This past year has been, frankly, pretty miserable, specially since early summer-ish when my DnD group went on a months long break. Wasn't the first one, nor the last one, but definetely the worst one. Don't really have other friends locally, aside from one old school mate.

Honestly it's been pretty bad ever since the start of the pandemic when we stopped hanging out outside of DnD sessions and my fave coffee places closed down along with couple of my fave restaurants, and I just... Stopped having a social life, but now it's so much worse. As said, I have one (1) friend outside of the group I sometimes go shopping with, and one of my DnD buddies hangs out with me maybe once a week to borrow my laundry machine for couple hours, and they are probably the only reasons I haven't broken completely so far.

But neither of them are storytelling people the same way I am, so I'm kinda holding back when we hang out, as I can't really go all in with my special interests on them.

Downsides of being socially awkward introvert.

The summer break from roleplaying was a trigger for anxiety and maybe the worst creative block of my life so far. As someone who basically thinks with a sketchbook it was pretty fucking stressful not being able to draw anything for several months!

I crave creation and storytelling, but my brain is made of goo. Like imagine if someone came and asked you to pick a water from a pool and hand it to them? But it's liquid! Can I get a cup or something, but they just scoff. You got hands, right, just pick one up and hand it over. So I'm just left trying to scoop handfuls of wet and grabbing nothing. Kinda how it feels.

Started marathoning Crit Role to distract myself from the worst of it and to have at least some kind of creative energy in my life, and consumed what must be over half a thousand hours of role playing. At least that was fun!

And when nights started stretching and seasonal depression started to creep into my already not-doing-good brain I started my routine of evening walks because at some point I was legitimately going stir crazy enough to explode otherwise.

It's also been my first full year of joblessness in a long while. I was already having hard time by the end of last year, because my brain has difficulty handling full time jobs for long stretches of time, and ten months in a row not being able to recharge was starting to weight on me, so I had made a plan to get my brain sorted out with the ADHD diagnosis and hopefully medication before applying for jobs again, but turns out the process took the entire year, and then some, and I still don't have the meds yet. I have been given the thumbs up on them, but turns out me stressing for the better part of a year has triggered blood pressure problems (runs in my family, so honestly probably just a matter of time, but it's still very inconvenient to happen right now), so I have to sort that out first before it's safe to try stimulant medication.

And then there was the death in the family and a close friend's cancer diagnosis (fingers crossed!) and I just haven't had a great time, you know.

January's going to go into medical stuff in the hope of getting the ADHD meds, so maybe I could one day grab those thoughts again. The unemployment office is also pestering me again, so we'll see how that'll go.

I think I'll see if I can make myself a regular at the new cat cafe in town. Cats make everything better. Also looking forwards to actualizing a tattoo plan or two! Springtime is coming too, eager to continue my evening walk routine with returning sunlight. And I really, really, really need to create something again.

So here's for what I sincerely hope to be a better year than this past one! Cheers.

#shut up paper

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polyhexianchicken · 2 years

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"- but despite your current state, otherwise, suprisingly healthy."

"Really though Whirl, this didn't just happen from one day to the next, surely your tank would've given you warnings months before it got this bad, didn't it?"

"....I ignored 'em." Whirl admitted with a heavy sigh, feeling quite cramped in this small medical office, seated on the edge of the examination berth, optic not quite looking at the frightningly tall Seeker that was the medic doing his check-up today. He still can't believe the mech wanted to become a medic with a name like 'Bonestrike'?!

Anyway. He's getting distracted and zoning out again, which is apparantly making the pastel purple medic worried. "Whirl..." Oh how he hates that tone, it's that stupid convoluted pitiful tone that only seems to be used on Whirl. And he hates it, did he already say that?

"I know.. your history hasn't given you the best light with medics but if you would check out problems sooner, we wouldn't be here, and your tank wouldn't reach it's breaking point of turning septic. Your Engex intake, while yes it supplies the energy your frame needs, isn't the best to solely consume. You drink more Engex in one day than the higher average does in a month! Frankly, looking at the scans I'm pretty sure it should've ruptured from the acidic burns at the bottom weeks ago. You're seriously lucked out that your frame is bizzarely sturdy. Injuries and problem's that you're currently dealing with would have most mechs dead!"

Primus. This is exactly why he doesn't go to medics, he can't stand these lectures.

"There's also an entire different story with your joints and frame in general, while your knowledge is employeable, your self-patching- up hasn't exactly been top notch... but, you can still function normally with these in place for the moment, so those will be discussed next time."

The medic can see Whirl is doing is damn best to not listen to him, so he taps Whirl's knee to get the copter mech to focus on him.

"I am graciously not instantly signing you up for surgical correction after your request.. but only if it'll correct itself."

Whirl let out a small chuff of relief at that, tensing his thighs and letting them hang loosely again as he shifts in his seated position, looking up again, since it seems like Bonestrike is finally wrapping it up.

"You really ought to be more careful though. Your frame is showing signs of recent injuries, and while yes, your frame is sturdy, I fear a substantial amount of force to your general chassis area could very well bend it and make your spark chamber snap from an cave-in. Try to be careful, will you?"

"Mh. I'll try."

"Also, to bring down the acidic levels, refrain from consuming more than one cube of light grade engex per cycle-"

"Per cycle?!" Oh, oh no this won't do. Whirl stands up, arms angling outwards as if preparing for a fight, to which the medic simply responds by firmly, yet still with a gentle touch, pushing him back down with a splayed servo. He.. he can't believe this. One cube per cycle? Engex was his sole enjoyment of consuming at all! Engex was the only thing that gave him any other sense of feeling something different such as the pleasant warmth and buzz overcharge could bring- and now he's supposed to cut down to one?! That'll do nothing for him!

"No, no, you don't understand, I can't- This is unfair I can't just cut down in an instant are you out of your god damn fragging MIND-"

"If you don't then you'll risk your tank either exploding or rupturing, and then you'll be put under for surgery and a replacement wether you like it or not, Whirl."

"..." That silences his rant, stopping him from pushing the winged mech backwards, simply staring at him with an eerie silence, optic burning daggers into the other.

"It's either cutting back, or surgery. It's your choice."

"...Hrgh. Fine. For how long?"

"I don't know. Since this a case unlike any other, I can't predict anything. You'll have to come back in 2 weeks to check if there was any improvement at all."

A defeated sigh, and Whirl knocks his claw against the top of his helm in rapid succession, a motion he's learnt to do where he used to be able to pinch his nosebridge. "Frag sake I hate this- Fine! Fine, I concurr, I'll try to lay low and.. not fight, or drink... for now."

"That's all I ask of you, truly...If you need help, we do have offers of supporting chari-"

"No. I can do this by myself." A pause. "Thanks though."

"Are you sure...? You certainly don't seem happy with anything-"

"It's a frag ton to process, alright? I'll manage, just you wait- I can hold back on everything!"

"...If you're sure.. I'm still sending you the infopamphlets just in case." The medic leans forward to undock his diagnostical cables from the side of Whirl's cockpit, the cables snaking back in an instant.

"Alright, I've sent you everything, including instructions on what activities not to do and what to consume for the time being. Please organise a follow-up Check-Up at the receptiondesk."

"Mh. M'kay. Thanks.. Bonestrike."

"See you in two weeks, Whirl. Please take care."

#(ic status)#(does it make sense from a medical stand point #no. but I need it this way for plot reasons.)#(:3)

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jedi-bird · 4 years

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I managed to write a little bit today (one typed page, approximately 780 words). It wasn't for very long, only about 45 minutes, but it's more than I've done in a while. I wished I could have written more, but a combination of pain, a three day and counting migraine, brain not focusing, and anxiety meant this is likely it for today. Hopefully I'll be able to focus soon since we're going into the don't leave the house for any reason mode. Writing will have to be my escape.

#i miss being able to write every day #there's so much i have to do each day right now that even staying home all the time i can't get it all done #and cases keep rising around us including among friends and family #i currently know half a dozen people that got covid in the last week or two #and friends are still trying to get me to come out and visit them #absolutely not. which makes them mad at me #it's bad enough that we started ordering groceries to be delivered #now it's only hubby leaving the house for work each day which is stressful enough #and no one around us wears their masks so i can't even go in the backyard without mine now #and next month it'll just be me all day every day by myself so i need to distract myself #tea. books. writing. painting minis again. that'll be my entire world for at least a month #i don't like it. send help

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silenthillmutual · 4 years

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A trio of prompts that'll go well together imo: 25, 26, and 31. Burakhovsky if you can, but if you think anything goes better im excited and happy!

Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast + Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you” + “You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”

so you want tooth-rotting fluff, huh? (prompts from here)

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Dankovsky is far more affectionate than Artemy had assumed he would be.

Daniil. He guesses, now, that he should call the man by his first name; and Daniil seems very different, sometimes, from Dankovsky. Dankovsky works very clinically, detached; he smiles politely, holds gazes for three seconds exactly before resetting, and quotes Latin proverbs to reinforce the idea that he’s smarter than he really is. Daniil, though - Daniil doesn’t bother holding eye contact, letting himself stare off into space as he talks. He over-worries about the kids in the town, almost leans against Artemy’s body as he shifts weight uncomfortably between his feet, and mostly quotes Latin to get away with insulting the rulers to their faces.

Artemy catches the last one when they’re both called in to answer boos Vlad. And he catches it, because “up yours” is the only phrase he’d learned in class he thought might be useful later on. He makes a choking sound, and his eyes lock with Daniil’s catching a self-satisfied smirk that he could, for once, appreciate.

He thinks that’s when Daniil made his decision.

After their moment of shared understanding, a concept that still astounds Artemy at just how small a thing it was and how easy it would have been to miss, he notices that Dankovsky slips into Daniil more and more readily. At first it only happens when they’re totally alone in the hospital, and Artemy is able to write off his softer tone and careless words as exhaustion. He admits he finds the ruling families - even his own - difficult to talk to. He confides that he thinks they’re all lying to him and hiding something. Artemy finds himself saying, “They’re using your ignorance to try and sway you to their cause.”

He panics for a moment, worried the words will come back to bite him in the ass. But Daniil only removes his gloves so he can slide his hands through his hair nervously. He sighs, and says, “You’re probably right, but what else am I supposed to do?”

Artemy thinks the words, Come to me, but doesn’t say them, because at that point the suggestion feels too intimate. He hasn’t really learned to read Dankovsky from Daniil yet, even if the shift is easily recognizable. He still wears the coat and the gloves and stands apart from everyone else, keeping up a border between himself and the locals. So instead he says, “Get some sleep, emshen.”

“I will if you do,” Daniil retorts, already standing up to continue doing whatever it is he came into the hospital to do. “And it looks like you need it. You’re not just a pretty face, you know. We need your steady hands...well, steady.”

Artemy had grunted in response and started to move, catching onto the words only after too much time had passed for him to ask about them. He told himself it was just Dankovsky slipping into character again, giving out a backhanded remark to chastise him into taking care of himself. It was his odd way of showing that he cared, and thinking of it as anything else was just too much. Thinking of it for what it actually was was more than he could handle.

And he thinks its a fluke, that this is Dankovsky’s version of ribbing the way he’s used to interacting with Gravel and Grief and Stakh. Daniil’s version of it is just different because of where he’s from and his whole...thing, his whatever-it-was that made him establish his presence differently from everybody else. His Lines, Artemy guesses he could say, though he’s not even sure if that’s it. But he keeps telling himself that’s all that comment was - just teasing, just a different way of saying I’ve seen corpses prettier than you, not a real compliment and nothing to get hung up on.

He loops it like ambiance until he’s eating in the back of the hospital with Dankovsky and Yulia, lost in his mental to-do list and the status of his bound and the words it means nothing, it means nothing echoing until the actual words “You’ve got - nevermind, let me -” break through them, and he realizes Dankovsky’s ungloved hand is brushing against his mouth, thumb lingering a little too long on his lips.

There’s a smirk there, again. But it’s not particularly smug. It’s more of a lop-sided smile, like his mouth has gotten used to the movement and it doesn’t know how to produce something less sharp to illustrate what he actually feels.

It’s in his eyes, Artemy think, that he sees it. That’s where he sees Daniil, and where he sees he’s not actually imagining things. It’s also in Yulia’s eyes - or, actually, in her eyebrows, quirking up, telling him It means something.

Even with all of the evidence pointing in this direction, it still takes Artemy a remarkably long time to make his own move. Daniil doesn’t seem to mind it very much; if anything, he seems to be enjoying every one of Artemy’s startled responses to his lingered affection. Each gesture is followed with a look that Artemy can never seem to memorize properly, staring at it until Daniil’s eye contact (seven seconds, they’re up to now, before he becomes uncomfortable and looks away) is pulled elsewhere. And he’ll pull these gestures out when he’s still Dankovsky, when they’re still surrounded, smiling that sharp smile until they’ve held gazes for a moment and it softens.

He doesn’t really know what to do with this affection. Most of it’s unspoken, unquantifiable and intangible. Which is not to say there’s nothing of this bizarre courtship to hold onto. No: Daniil also sends him letters. They’re written in cursive (which Artemy hates; pretty, sure, but completely useless), most of it poetry, and some of it in other languages. Not just Latin, either; there’s French and German peppered in. He can’t tell which pieces are original and which Daniil has just memorized. A part of him wonders what else Daniil would be sending if they weren’t in the middle of curing a plague.

That same part of him lurches and drops when it occurs to him that he’s probably not even responding properly.

It’s been four days of casual, but warm touches and tender looks and poetry sent in pieces throughout the day when Artemy blurts out, awkward and clumsy, “I don’t know how to respond to you.” He does, at least, make sure that they’re alone in the hospital, or at least as alone as they’re going to get with dead and the near-unconscious.

Daniil isn’t looking at him at first when he smiles, but his gaze does direct upwards. “I don’t expect you to respond at all,” he says.

Which solves the anxiety telling Artemy that this has all been a joke, or maybe some sort of stress-induced hallucination. But it doesn’t exactly make him feel any better, because there’s no guarantee in the words that Daniil knows his efforts are appreciated. “Shouldn’t I?” he asks. “Considering...”

He doesn’t know how to say what it is he’s considering, but shakes his head, noise like a laugh rattling around in his throat, quiet. “You already do,” he says.

Artemy, of course, doesn’t know what the hell that means, or what kind of a reaction he’s giving that Daniil is getting what he wants out of it. But Daniil is giving him that look again, the one he keeps trying to see when he closes his eyes, and any other attempts at response shut off.

Maybe it shouldn’t surprise him that when he asks Daniil to stay, Daniil does. And maybe it shouldn’t surprise him that he clarifies, Stay with me. But it does, because that’s not a request he had been thinking of making. The words had left his mouth without him really thinking them through.

Those surprises seem dull in contrast to the one he feels when Daniil hums as he thinks about it, and then politely declines. Artemy feels large and clumsy and surrounded by so many fragile items when he asks, “Why not?” despite the truth of the matter being that he wasn’t actually prepared for that much of a life change in one go.

Daniil sways, slightly drunk, leaning on Artemy’s arm, and mumbles the words, “I’m not doing wooing you yet.”

It doesn’t really hit him why it all makes sense until now, when he’s kind of in a daze about everything and reflecting on the fact that it’s been an entire month and a half since the army left town. A month and one-half, and the slow pacing doesn’t feel so slow anymore. It’s only been a month and one half plus two weeks that they’ve known each other. Of course asking Daniil to stay with him had been colossally stupid.

There’s no one to notice his flush. Not because he’s alone; far from it. The streets have returned to their bustling nature and the kids are at home, but he isn’t there. He’s in a house in the Stone Yard with Daniil. Not in Eva’s, anymore, as he’s no longer a guest. And for the same reasons, Artemy has no issues pushing himself up from the bed and heading down the stairs to the kitchen. Maybe cooking will distract him from the memory of sheer lunacy that was asking a man he’d only known a week to live with him.

But his isolation doesn’t last long. If he were more poetic, he’d have some flowery way to word the fact that he’d never wanted it. Daniil wore his like protection, but where he normally distanced himself with at least a little bit of pride, Artemy’s otherness was a source of melancholy. Moments like this were never different. Daniil clings in his sleep, where he’s entirely Daniil and his guard is let down. He clings, too, when he’s just woken up, or when they’re alone together and the only part of Dankovsky the Bachelor left is his coat. The metaphorical clinging, the kind with his words, becomes literal in moments like this, and Artemy lets out a breath when Daniil’s arms go around him.

He wants to stop in his movements and hold him back, but there’s a reason Artemy doesn’t act on every impulse he feels. He reigns these in as he works on their food, feeling Daniil’s chest move in breaths against his back as he wakes up just out of sight.

Once he’s done cooking, he can turn around, no longer all that surprised at how strong Daniil’s arms are around his body.

Artemy stares down at Daniil, looking up his chest at him, and thinks about what he wants to say. He thinks about what he said, when he first came back home, to all this death and this trauma and his friends barely speaking; to his father’s death and the reason the disease came back; to not trusting Daniil or Clara or the Inquisitor or the Army and being scared shitless they’d all be killed. He thinks about how he said he wasn’t sure if he knew how to love, and there are still parts of him that think he doesn’t know how to properly. He thinks about his aborted attempts to write or research poetry and letters to send back and all the times he wanted to kiss first but felt too clumsy.

What he says is, “I made you breakfast.” He closes his eyes, and squeezes his fingers just tight enough to make his knuckles crack. “That’s not what I meant,” he says.

But Daniil, in a move so typical of Dankovsky, interrupts him, humming as he reaches around Artemy to grab a plate. “I know,” he says. “I love you, too.”

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Fraze & Bea

Fraze: Did you tell her no yet? Bea: No Bea: and hi, how are you, too Fraze: Clock's ticking, babe. You don't want me to do it for us Bea: You mean you don't want to do it either Bea: 'cos you know we should go Fraze: I don't wanna 'cause she'll kick off which will make me kick off but I will if you're not gonna, like Bea: Well yeah, and she'd be the one with a point to argue, not you Bea: it's what Christmas is all about Bea: we've got no valid excuse not to be there Fraze: I've got plenty of points, I've made 'em to you and I will to her as well if that's what it takes Fraze: Our family is right here, we don't need to drag the kids there to prove another fucking point entirely Bea: It isn't worth starting a row over, come on Fraze: You know I've started 'em for less, come on Bea: Well can you not, just this once Bea: it doesn't need to be any kind of drama Bea: it's barely longer than a standard car journey Bea: they'll be fine Fraze: Yeah 'cause that's the issue Fraze: Any kind of family thing is a drama Bea: We can't avoid them forever Bea: may as well get it over with when the distraction of Christmas is there Fraze: Fuck's sake Fraze: Alright, you've got a point Bea: I always do Bea: must be annoying Fraze: That ain't the word I'd use Bea: Spell it out so small ears don't pick it up Fraze: You know I'm shit at spelling that's just cruel, babe Bea: Exactly Bea: be fucked if I didn't know how to get you to be quiet by now Fraze: I'll be quiet as you like if it means they go to sleep for longer than an hour at a time Bea: I'm not a miracle worker Bea: contrary to popular belief Fraze: Shh, you had 'em all fooled Bea: Piss off Bea: How bad can it be, yeah Fraze: If your big plan is that you go back without me, you might wanna go back to the drawing board Fraze: Like you said, there's no chance of working actual miracles Bea: Neither that stupid nor that kind to you to be making a plan like that Bea: just saying, the worst has happened, can't give retroactive advice/contraception Bea: so everyone will just have to deal and make best Bea: us included Fraze: At least we waited 'til you'd finished school if not uni Fraze: They can still all give out plenty of unwanted advice though, that small mercy aside Fraze: Don't you wanna keep 'em at arms length a while longer? Bea: Oh yeah, let's make it a competition, that'll be fun Bea: it's just their job, not like you have ever listened so you don't have to start now Bea: I'm fine with going back, obviously Fraze: Comparisons are getting drawn like it or not, always have been Fraze: Same goes for judgements Bea: Not between family Bea: there's no need for that Fraze: Don't be naive, especially between family Fraze: Joe'll score points just for turning up, Tommo'll get a few more for making it to 18 without knocking anyone up Bea: Don't be a baby Bea: or expect me to apologize or feel bad for you that you won't be getting a pat on the back this year Fraze: I don't Fraze: But don't expect me to go along with your pretence of not giving a fuck what they think Fraze: I know you do Bea: I don't Fraze: You ain't gonna get the points awarded for keeping hold of me, those are all Ali's for that lad not doing whatever immediate runner my Ma reckoned on Bea: I literally just said I don't care Bea: do you think I have time for point scoring Fraze: And I just said I know you do Fraze: What else is there to go back for? Stay here if you don't give a shit Bea: You wanna stay here because you do Bea: so how does that make any sense Fraze: I give more of a shit about us, what doesn't make sense about that? Bea: What do you think is gonna happen Bea: seriously Fraze: Do you have time for their bullshit or don't you? Make up for your fucking mind Bea: I've got no time for avoidance Fraze: Well done you Bea: Jesus Bea: you're doing my head in now Fraze: What, you suddenly don't want my congrats? 'Cause it sounded like you were really angling for that Bea: I'm angling for you to grow a pair, actually Fraze: Doing what I'm told by you ain't what grow a pair means Bea: No but facing your mother is Fraze: Sitting down to Christmas dinner and playing nice ain't even close Bea: and staying here doing fuck all about it really proves our point Fraze: What do you want me to do, beg her forgiveness? I ain't sorry for any of it and I ain't gonna be just 'cause she is Bea: Then show up for your family and show her as much Fraze: Jesus, I'd hate you if I didn't love you so fucking much Bea: You better Fraze: Marry me, I'll prove it Bea: Shut up Fraze: Say yes and shut me up Bea: You're so stupid Fraze: I'm not that stupid Bea: I've not got the energy to debate Bea: already told you Fraze: Then don't Fraze: I'm telling you I ain't, take me at my word Bea: I'm not that stupid Bea: I don't take anyone at their word, don't take it personal Fraze: You're not stupid but you are funny Bea: Hilarious Bea: shame I can't say the same for you really Fraze: Stop holding onto it, Red, it's been years since I played class clown Bea: Yeah right Fraze: Yeah right Bea: not that long since you were still in uni Fraze: I weren't in the laughing mood then, was I? Bea: Well, who was Fraze: Every other fucker on my course basically Fraze: Nobody who matters Bea: I'm not sorry Fraze: Nor me Bea: Sure about that? Fraze: Meaning what? Bea: Meaning if you wanna go back and have the time of your life then go right ahead Fraze: If I went back I wouldn't have the time of my life just like I didn't the first time Bea: Alright Fraze: Is it? If you wanna have a dig at me for jacking it in now's the time, like Bea: That's not what this is Fraze: It can be, if you want Fraze: I'm making it easy enough for you Bea: That's easy for you Fraze: What? Bea: Easy for you to think I'm being a cunt about not finishing uni when I'm saying the opposite Bea: if that's what YOU actually want, then go ahead and do it Bea: I'm not going to be the one to decide for you either way Fraze: I was what I wanted so I did it, end of Fraze: It ain't your decision and I weren't asking you to make it Bea: So as I said, alright Fraze: Yeah Fraze: And like I said, you still get to have an opinion regardless Bea: What, like I'm bothered? Bea: it's not the be-all-end-all Bea: you still have a plan Fraze: 'Course I do Fraze: I'm not a fucking amateur, or as much of an idiot as you like to reckon Bea: I don't reckon anything of the sort, moron Bea: I'm saying I know Fraze: Obviously, you know whatever's worth knowing, always have done Bea: Too right Fraze: So if you wanna go, we'll go Bea: We're going Bea: it wasn't ever up for discussion but glad to have you on board Fraze: You do make me laugh, babe Bea: Hilarious, I remember Fraze: Good, don't forget Fraze: You're gonna need that sense of humour when we get there Bea: You're so dramatic, honestly Fraze: You're so in love with me, take a deep breath, honestly Bea: Yeah, you're 2 months too late to tell me to breathe, dickhead Fraze: Well, they were 3 months too early for me to need to Bea: You could've, I wouldn't have heard you to be pissed off Fraze: Now you tell me, cheers Bea: Some of us were a little busy at the time Fraze: Don't worry, next time I'll properly take the chance to say whatever I like Bea: Were you even there or? Bea: what next time Fraze: I'm just saying, we once said there wasn't gonna be any time Fraze: Didn't stick to that, did we? Bea: 1. It was an accident Bea: 2. Once is enough thanks Fraze: I'm not trying to argue otherwise, like Fraze: I was there Bea: You literally were, oh my God Fraze: Yeah, reckon I said that a fair few times myself there and then Fraze: Not that God showed up Bea: Don't imagine he's any good with a scalpel anyway Fraze: Not good at fuck all but voyeurism by all accounts Bea: and plagues, give him credit Fraze: Yeah, those locusts really boss, like Bea: Exactly Fraze: You gonna support me if I go study religion then? Bea: I will Bea: but your dad? no way, like Fraze: Fuck him, never gonna be his fave anyway Fraze: Gotta be born a girl for that Bea: Poor baby Fraze: Not for long, Red, stick around for the riches Bea: Where do you think I'm going? Fraze: Anywhere you want Bea: My question still stands then Fraze: I've told you loads of times before, the world is ours, babe Fraze: and now there's 2 more of us Fraze: The only question is what do you want Bea: You Bea: Us Bea: that's all I want right now Fraze: I see that and raise you no more holidays that are in a fucking caravan Fraze: Winter ain't gonna last forever and just 'cause I let you talk me into going back there for Christmas, don't think I'm agreeing to that bullshit Bea: I don't think anyone is going to even suggest we can all fit into a caravan anymore Fraze: Do you wanna make that bet though? Fraze: If my kids never see the inside of a caravan I'll go to my grave less begrudgingly Bea: You're such a snob, babe Fraze: They're having the best of everything, no less, whatever it takes Fraze: And that ain't even close, simple as Bea: Don't need to tell me like I don't know the score Fraze: I'm just saying, my Ma can make all the comparisons she wants, we're not them and it's not gonna be like that Bea: It's different for you than it is me Fraze: I know Bea: But it'll be good different for them, that we can agree on Fraze: 'Course Bea: I'll start packing then Fraze: I'll be back to give you a hand soon Bea: Not that hard Bea: get used to having a massive bag full of nappies and bottles and spare clothes on you at all times Fraze: Maybe not the suitcases but the babies we can't just shove in there and zip up, slightly more work, like Fraze: Have you already wrapped everyone's shit or should I just throw it in a gift bag? Bea: They aren't getting their own seats so you will have to hold one of 'em, yeah Bea: and you really think I didn't get it all posted there Bea: not an amateur Fraze: Alright but if you didn't get Joe an even itchier jumper than last year I'm reconsidering this whole marriage thing Bea: Thanks for the tip Bea: I'll have to reconsider my gift, obviously Fraze: Shut up Fraze: Me too now I'm sending the ring back Bea: Ha ha Fraze: You can laugh the personalised engraving has fucked my refund chances right up Bea: Well that was your first mistake Bea: can't reuse it on another girl either Bea: rookie Fraze: Write me a list when you can find the time, babe Bea: Easy Fraze: Good Bea: You know you have to be nice to your sister when we're there Fraze: Do I fuck Fraze: You be nice to yours Bea: My sister didn't have a baby a few weeks ago Fraze: So what? Fraze: You'd kill her if she fucking did Bea: So what is she doesn't need drama from you right now Fraze: She ain't getting drama from me but she ain't getting a round of applause either Bea: I'm not saying you have to go that far am I Bea: just don't start either Fraze: You're saying keep my mouth shut but I'm saying why the fuck should I? Fraze: A supposedly high IQ and a boyfriend who supposedly ain't an utter waste of space don't change the fact she's still a kid Bea: Because what do you think it will achieve? Bea: Literally nothing Bea: you'll only make it worse, if anything, so save your breath Fraze: Instead you want me to sit back and do literally nothing Bea: Whatever, be the big brother you want to be Bea: I'm not getting involved Fraze: This is why we shouldn't go Fraze: It's bullshit Bea: What do you propose, you never see her again because it makes you feel weird Bea: Get real Fraze: Yeah 'cause what you're proposing is so much better Fraze: We all just pretend everything is fucking fine when it isn't Bea: You can't do anything about it Bea: it's her life to fuck up however she pleases, she weren't going to ask for your permission at any point, like Fraze: I can't do anything about any of 'em that's the whole point Bea: Yeah Bea: that's always been the case and always will be Fraze: Exactly Fraze: Why would I wanna sit there and act like I don't know that? Bea: 'cos that's life Bea: it's the same for everybody else Fraze: I hope one of 'em somewhere is having a convo about what a fuck up I am Fraze: God, if you're listening, like, come on Bea: Really? Fraze: Don't let me down, Ma Fraze: 'Cause if they think this is as good as everything gets and everything really is fine for this family then fucking hell Bea: This is news? Bea: Mediocrity is aspirational to most people Bea: if everyone was the best it'd be meaningless and we'd have nothing to do in the meantime Fraze: Cheers, babe Fraze: I wouldn't want anyone else in my corner Bea: Don't be disingenuous when you really mean it Fraze: I don't talk like you swallowed a dictionary at me when I'm declaring my love Bea: That's what that was? Bea: You should work on that Fraze: I won't put it exactly like that in the vows Fraze: You saved me, you know, that's how I know it's something that can happen Fraze: I don't wanna just leave 'em to it but I can't do the same for 'em either Bea: I know Bea: it's a fool's errand Bea: but a noble one Fraze: I hate feeling like such a stupid cunt Bea: I know that too Bea: kinda signed up for a lifetime of it though Bea: not saying I'm so smart, before you suggest Fraze: I'll say it for you Fraze: 'Cause you are Bea: Hmm Bea: thanks Fraze: It don't even feel like a compliment anymore 'cause it's just been like that, something I've known, since the first time I met you Bea: Don't be soppy Bea: I'm meant to be the hormonal one, you'll set me off Fraze: You want me to be nice to everyone but you? Fuck that Bea: 'Course not Bea: we're a team Fraze: We better be 'cause they want us to stay til after New Year's Bea: We always have been Fraze: Yeah Fraze: I ain't forgotten Bea: Should hope not Fraze: I'm so knackered I feel braindead right now but I reckon it's actually semi functioning Fraze: Take that kids Bea: That's something Bea: need all the funds we can get now Fraze: How are you? Bea: Now he asks Bea: fine, of course Bea: he's being grizzly but nothing I can't handle Fraze: Put up with me long enough, yeah? I know you wanna say it Bea: Now you mention it, like Fraze: Do you need me to grab anything on the way back? Bea: something to eat if you're planning on it tonight Fraze: Don't tell either of 'em it's part of the plan, like Fraze: Might get a second then Bea: You reckon they've already got malicious intent Fraze: I ain't ruling it out Bea: They are yours, after-all Fraze: They better be Bea: As if Fraze: Too early to tell if they look like me Bea: Do you want me on your side or not Bea: think on Fraze: I ain't surviving Christmas if you ain't Fraze: So depends if you want me to or not Bea: That depends if you wanna keep implying things Fraze: Come on Bea: You Fraze: If I reckoned there was any truth to it we wouldn't be having this conversation Fraze: You know that as well as I do Bea: Not very supportive Bea: but fair Fraze: I love you but I've got my limits, babe and I don't reckon they stretch to doing night feeds for kids that ain't mine Bea: Always good to know Fraze: Keep it in mind, yeah Bea: Back at you Fraze: Fuck that, I need your genetics to balance out mine Fraze: Especially now the model missus of my childhood dreams ain't gonna happen Fraze: No wildcards, cheers Bea: Please, don't let me stop you Fraze: Shut up Bea: Go on Bea: I said no Bea: practically a free agent Fraze: I'd rather you said no every time than some girl I don't want saying yeah Bea: Cute Fraze: Don't take the piss Bea: Me? Never Bea: You're just so adorable, babe Fraze: Tis the season for you to have a day off it, like Bea: Don't make me repeat myself Fraze: Why not? Fraze: You've signed yourself up to a lifetime of that Bea: They're all we've got to talk about already? Fraze: Christ, I hope not Bea: Let's never be those people, yeah Bea: another rule Fraze: I don't mind that one Fraze: I'll even swear to it Bea: No need to spill blood on it Bea: but good Fraze: No takebacks either way Bea: Yeah Fraze: Good Bea: How long have you got left? Bea: need interaction with an actual adult human Fraze: One foot out the door, babe Bea: Thank God Fraze: My sentiments exactly Bea: I have missed you Fraze: Yeah? Bea: You know I have Fraze: I know it's more fun hearing it from you Bea: Well I have Bea: can't claim the babies have too but you know Bea: they're selfish little bastards Fraze: It's alright we've established they're mine, you ain't gotta milk it Bea: 😂 Fraze: I've missed you Fraze: Them too Bea: It must be weird being away from them Fraze: It's fucked but I'm on my way back via the shop Bea: You don't really mind though, do you? Fraze: Like you said, we need all the funds we can get Fraze: Gotta do what I gotta do Fraze: They need you more than they do me right now Bea: Yeah Bea: and there's only so much time I can give them too Fraze: Exactly Fraze: What about you, do you mind? Bea: I don't know Bea: it is what it is regardless, like you said Fraze: Yeah, but if there's anything you wanna do different we'll figure it out Bea: I need to finish Uni Bea: I'm going to be there for a long time yet Bea: we can do it Fraze: 'Course you do and 'course we can Bea: I can take until Summer term, doing long distance Bea: but then I'll need to go back full-time Bea: still the plan, they'll nearly be a year Fraze: It's still a good plan Bea: I think so Fraze: No need to repeat myself going on about how smart you are then Bea: Still, always fun hearing it from you Fraze: Still, I've got other compliments up my sleeve Bea: Only if you're lying Bea: I wonder if the gym creche will take them this young Fraze: You can always lie about how old they are if not Fraze: Every fucker knows twins are smaller Bea: Especially ones that can't hold on Fraze: Go easy though, yeah? Bea: I'm not pregnant now Fraze: You know what I mean Fraze: It ain't been that long Bea: Long enough Fraze: Come on Bea: Don't be a baby about it Fraze: Don't be a bitch about it Bea: Shut up and come home Fraze: Shut up and listen to me Bea: Don't treat me like an idiot Fraze: Don't treat me like an idiot either Bea: I'm not Fraze: Bullshit Fraze: I know you and you should know I ain't gonna stand there while you go fucking mental over this Bea: It isn't mental to want to look good Fraze: Nah it ain't but you do Bea: If that were true you would've said it however many messages up so Fraze: If I'd said it however many messages ago you'd have said that you wanna get out of the house or whatever Fraze: I ain't telling you not to go I'm telling you not to go mad Bea: Not planning on becoming a bodybuilder, like Fraze: That ain't what worries me, like Bea: Don't worry Bea: I promise, I'll be fine Fraze: You know the drill by now, Bea Bea: Come on Bea: I'm not my sister Fraze: Your sister ain't my problem, you are Bea: Charming Fraze: A charm offensive ain't gonna get through to you Bea: Calling me a problem ain't gonna get you anything you want Fraze: Come on Fraze: I'm saying I don't care about your sister, I care about you Bea: and I'm saying you're making a non-issue an issue right now Fraze: Alright Bea: Is it? Fraze: If you say so, babe Fraze: I ain't calling you a liar Bea: Good Bea: Don't worry about me okay Bea: We have so much more important things to focus on Fraze: Fuck that, there's nobody more important than you Bea: I think you're legally obligated to say otherwise now Fraze: I wouldn't have them if it weren't for you Fraze: I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you Fraze: It ain't nothing you don't already know Bea: Babe Fraze: I'll shut up now Bea: You know it's more than mutual, don't you Bea: You and me, always, no matter what Fraze: Yeah Bea: I mean it now Bea: no bullshit trial separation stuff again Fraze: I don't wanna be away from you when I have to be working, you ain't getting rid now that I'm on my way back Bea: I don't want rid Bea: never did Fraze: And it goes without saying how fucking beautiful you look but if you need to hear it you will Bea: I'm not desperate or asking for constant reassurance Bea: I'm not that girl Fraze: I know who you are Bea: Yeah Bea: It's just a lot Bea: I wanna feel more like me again Fraze: What else can I do? Bea: There's nothing else you need to do Bea: honest Fraze: But I still wanna Fraze: I'll look after 'em so you can go to the gym or wherever else Bea: I'd rather see you first Fraze: It don't have to be now, the offer stands Bea: Thanks Bea: seriously Fraze: You'd do it for me Fraze: We're a team, you said it Bea: I love you Fraze: Yeah, I know Fraze: I love you too Bea: Hurry up now though Fraze: We need to eat, babe Fraze: I've already pushed to the front of this queue Bea: Damn Bea: when he's a provider Fraze: When ain't I been? Used to provide you with drinks when we were kids, like Bea: It wasn't always you, thank you Fraze: You had your moments, cheers for each one Bea: How dare you Bea: it was a solid 50/50 Fraze: That ain't how I remember it Bea: Convienient Bea: you can't remember a lot of things Fraze: It really weren't at the time but it was worth it to impress you, I remember that Bea: I was not that impressed Fraze: Bullshit Bea: Not bullshit Bea: shut up Fraze: I'm getting in the car, you shut up Bea: Oh yeah, blame me if you crash Bea: that's nice Fraze: It'll be your fault Fraze: And my life insurance ain't all that either so you might wanna think on Bea: 😑 Bea: Go away then Fraze: See you soon then Bea: 💘 Fraze: You're gonna do better than that when I come through the door, yeah? Bea: Focus Bea: I'm NOT making you crash, remember Fraze: You're gonna make me do another detour if you don't say yeah Bea: Really Fraze: Alright no, I'm too tired to be fucking about but humour me, like Fraze: I wanna feel more like me too, and we both know who that cunt is Bea: I happen to like that cunt Fraze: Marry him then Bea: Ha ha Fraze: Pour me a drink, babe Bea: Watch me put it in a bottle Bea: 🍼 Fraze: I'll take what I can get, including those measures Bea: You ain't getting 8oz Bea: but nice try Fraze: That's only my first try Fraze: We'll see Bea: You will, babe Fraze: Nice try yourself Bea: Shut up or I'll start without you Fraze: Are you making that a promise or a threat? 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How about Saitou forcing Rokkaku on a vacation trip with him but all Rokkaku can do during vacation is stress about the loads of paperwork that'll be waiting for him when he gets back and worrying about leaving the escorts by themselves and hoping there'll even be a manor to go home to. So it's up to Saitou to destress the captain and help him actually enjoy a vacation for once and take his mind off of things. P.S. thanks for all the lovely fanfics u guys have written they make me so happy to read keep up the good work!!!! 😊😊😊

Aw, we appreciate your continued support! I think after a nice, relaxing vacation, Rokkaku and Saitou would return to the manor entirely destroyed, and Rokkaku would never want to leave ever again… This started out as a “the captains leave the kids at home” but then for some reason, the only scenario I could imagine them coming home to was... a destroyed place... -Admin Hirahara

It was kind of rare for the higher ups to give the Special Branch a few days off, so Saitou was rather excited to convey the message to the escorts, and, of course, captain Rokkaku. The escorts took the news pretty well, but the captain remained his same workaholic self. “That’s good for the kids,” Rokkaku agreed, “but I should stay and make sure all the paperwork is filed away.”

“Don’t you think the escorts would be kind of disappointed if their captain didn’t go on vacation with them?” Saitou urged, not taking no for an answer. “Think about it. They work so hard all the time. How could they stand to take a break if you, their captain, won’t even leave your office?” Rokkaku gave in a bit at that. If anything, his concern for the well being of the escorts was really what made getting him to go on vacation easy. So long as it was also for their sake, Rokkaku would say yes.

But they couldn’t just take a break and stick around the manor. Certainly not. Saitou knew the captain better than that. He’d try to sneak back into his own office to look through the incidents that needed solving, or paperwork that needed signing. If they were going to relax and not think about work, then they were going to do it right. He suggested to the escorts about going to a ryokan, and they were so eager that Rokkaku had to say yes. The plan was in perfect motion.

The day of their departure, though, Saitou still had to be on guard for Rokkaku doing work when he wasn’t supposed to. He found a bunch of reports shoved into his suitcase, Rokkaku trying to pass it off as his ‘vacation work’. Saitou made sure to lock them back in the main office and pocket the key. Of course, that didn’t stop Rokkaku from talking about work on the trip over. He kept telling Saitou to remind him when they got back to file stuff in the cabinets, or to assign the missions in the ongoing pile.

“I think you need to relax, captain,” Saitou sighed. “The work isn’t going anywhere.” And it was true. The higher ups wouldn’t give them a vacation if they planned to assign more work during this time. There must not have been a lot going on. But there was no way Rokkaku was thinking about that when his head was so filled with his duty that there wasn’t much room for anything else.

Upon arrival at the ryokan, Saitou immediately suggested that they go relax in the hot spring. It was time for plan ‘get Rokkaku to not think about work or bust’ and failure was not an option. Surely the nice, hot water would sooth away any work stress. But that might have been too hopeful, since as soon as Rokkaku sank into the water, he immediately began asking Saitou about the finances for the month.

“We can deal with that when we get back,” Saitou reassured. “We’re on vacation now. Look, everyone else isn’t thinking about work. You shouldn’t either.” Of course, it was easier said than done, since even after Rokkaku stopped talking, Saitou could read from his expression that he was still thinking about work. No one said this was going to be easy...

Distracting Rokkaku with food didn’t work either. While the ryokan had a lot to offer for dinner, it somehow reminded the captain that he needed to ask Kirika about the storage in the kitchen. Saitou didn’t even realize that was a concern until Rokkaku started mumbling about it. “Sir, we can ask her about that when we get back,” he reassured. “Nothing’s going to happen when we aren’t there, anyways.”

Saitou tried taking Rokkaku star gazing that evening when the escorts had (supposedly) gone to sleep. While the beautiful night stars could really sooth most, Rokkaku looked up at the sky and blurted out how he just wasn’t sure if he should be on vacation, because surely the higher ups were only offering it to the escorts.

“No, seriously,” Saitou sighed, rubbing his temples. “They said the whole special branch could take a few days off. That includes us.” It didn’t seem very reassuring to Rokkaku, who only shrugged and looked back up at the sky. Surely, he was still thinking about work.

The vacation days passed started passing quickly, and Saitou had pretty much exhausted most of his ideas to have Rokkaku stop thinking about work. The walks they took in the morning seemed to remind the captain of training. When they got ready to sleep, it seemed to remind Rokkaku about organizing his reports. And even when they went around the neighborhood, Rokkaku would clearly be mumbling about the manor. The whole thing lasted the entire vacation, and Rokkaku only stopped talking about work as soon as they opened the manor’s front doors.

“You know,” Rokkaku declared, giving Saitou a smile. “I actually do feel pretty refreshed. It was a rather relaxing and uneventful vacation.”

“Speak for yourself...” Saitou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. I guess you really can’t change the captain’s way of thinking. “I guess as long as you thought it was relaxing...” But for the vice captain, he was thinking of asking for some more time off after this. How could getting someone to relax be so stressful, at the end of the day?

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