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maitaitiu · 2 months

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for you, i'd watch paint dry OCxCanon week 2024 Day 7: "so... it's a date, then?" Pairing type: romantic Canon Character: Skyla (she/her) OC: Fern (she/her) Fandom: Pokemon Wordcount: 1776

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CWS: mentions of hospitals & needles

Synopsis: Skyla finally has a day off from both her jobs. It's sorely needed; she loves her work, but she's wiped out! She's looking forward to a relaxing evening, and then a fun day-long date with her girlfriend, Fern. Though, Skyla has forgotten that Fern has a hospital appointment the same day as her day off.

Skyla stretched her arms high above her head as she kicked the front door of her apartment closed. She was so glad to be done with work today.

Sure, she loved flying. And she loved doing Gym stuff. But man, it was all tiring. And she was thrilled to finally have a day off from both of them tomorrow.

Not only that. But she could finally spend a whole day with her girlfriend! Fern was currently sitting on the couch in the living room, slippers kicked off onto the floor and legs pulled onto the cushion. She was reading something on a tablet, though she looked completely bored.

Skyla threw her bag and coat into the cubby by the front door, and walked into the lounge- where she then dramatically flopped onto the couch and lay her head on her girlfriend’s legs.

“Hiya, cutie. You come here often?” Skyla grinned, drawling her voice out to exaggerate how tired she was.

“Now and again,” Fern’s reply wasn’t as enthusiastic, or happy, as expected, so Skyla sat up.

“You good?” she asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Fern looked up from her tablet, “Oh. Nothing interesting. Just health stuff.”

Skyla raised her eyebrows.

“I’ve got my infusion appointment tomorrow.” Fern said, frowning, “It’s just… boring.”

It took Skyla a minute to remember what those were. Fern only needed that kind of appointment every two months or so, and they’d only been dating a year… and its infrequency led to it being not something they really discussed much at all. But she did remember, after a minute or two of thinking.

Well, some of it, at least.

“Afterwards, then… how about we go watch a movie or something? Or… go for a run… or a walk- or we could go bowling..? It’s my first day off in ages tomorrow, so I wanna treat you anyway!”

Fern smiled slightly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I forgot about your day off.” She said quietly, “I’m sorry, Sky.”

“Why?”

“It takes like, four hours. And it’s an hour to drive to the hospital, and an hour back… That’s already six hours… four of them I’m spending with a needle in my arm and under fluorescent lights that give me a headache.” She turned off her tablet and looked away, shoulders dropped down in obvious guilt, “I just don’t think I’d be up for anything outside of a nap before or after that.”

Skyla practically felt herself deflate. So much for having a nice, super fun day off adventuring with her girlfriend. She stayed quiet on the couch, and said nothing as Fern walked out of the living room to see what they had in the kitchen for dinner.

And also, evidently, to avoid the fact that both of them were now feeling bad.

With a sigh, Skyla lay down on the sofa, and stared up at the ceiling. She couldn’t move her day off, and even if she could, she’d worked so hard today that the thought of going into work tomorrow was nauseating- no matter how much she enjoyed it.

But it wasn’t like Fern could move her appointment. So… what?

Skyla squeezed her eyes tightly shut to think for a minute.

Did they just accept that this was an irritating and unchangeable situation?

No. There must be some way for them to spend time together tomorrow.

Skyla picked herself up from the couch and resolutely walked into the kitchen, where Fern was reading the expiration date on a jar of pasta sauce.

“Should we just order pizza, d’you think?” Fern asked, “Or maybe Thai food? I don’t know if this is still good to eat…”

“It looks fine to me. Buuuut I could totes eat a Massaman curry… Mm.”

With not even a further glance to the jar of sauce before she shoved it back in the cupboard, Fern nodded. “Let’s do that. I’m craving tom yum soup already. Geez…”

She pulled out her cellphone to order the food- but Skyla quickly stopped her.

“I’ll pay.” She said, impulsively, “Also. Can we talk about tomorrow?”

Fern blinked, not really letting any expression through, which was most unusual, “Sure.”

And then she dialled their favourite Thai restaurant and placed an order for delivery.

Skyla sat down on one of the breakfast bar stools while Fern ordered, giving the occasional thumbs up whenever Fern asked about things like spice level or any appetisers or whatever. They practically always ordered the same things, so it was pretty easy to communicate the order silently as Fern spoke on the phone.

“Forty minutes,” Fern said as she snapped her flip-phone shut, “You should go get something more comfy on before then, hm?”

“Are you thinking… pyjama dinner and a movie?” Skyla asked, eyebrows raised.

“You bet. Go on. Go go go!” Skyla laughed as her girlfriend pushed her down the corridor toward the bedroom.

She took a quick shower, let her hair hang loose- still wet- and changed into her softest pyjamas. And then returned to the lounge with a blanket in hand, where Fern was once again curled up on the couch, looking at her tablet.

The thing was, showers were bizarrely good for thinking up ideas. And Skyla had one, now.

“Are people allowed to come with you to your appointment tomorrow?” she asked, as she sat down, and covered both of them with the blanket, “Like… a friend or a family member?”

“Oh. Yeah. One person, I think.” Fern nodded, and put the tablet away again, and reached to pet her patrat who was curled up on the armrest.

“Do you… normally bring anyone with you?” Skyla prompted after a moment.

“No. I’ve… always just gone alone.” Fern sighed, and pulled her patrat into her lap, “Why? Are you offering to come?”

“Yeah! I know you said it’s super boring and stuff, and the lights are gross, buuuuut…” she leaned onto her girlfriend’s shoulder, “Maybe I can help make that less boring! I can bring you an eye mask to shield you from the lights… and snacks… and I can give you massages…”

Fern snorted, “You’re not a masseuse.”

“Just an idea!” Skyla insisted, “I dunno, maybe it’d be a bit less boring if you had some company?”

She waited nervously as Fern thought in silence for a minute.

“Well… I mean… If you’d like to come…” Fern said quietly, with a tiny smile on her face, “It would be quite nice. It is really boring though.”

“That’s okay! I have plenty of gossip from work I can tell you… and play-by-plays of Gym battles… and you can tell me how it’s all going in Pinwheel Forest…” Skyla sighed happily and let herself fully lie down on Fern’s lap, biting back a laugh when Fern yelped in reaction to her hair being cold and damp, “Y’know. Hanging out. Moral support. And I can drive us home, so you can nap on the way back!”

“Sure. Okay.” Fern rolled her eyes, and pushed Skyla off her lap, “I appreciate it.”

“Yes!” Skyla exclaimed, as the doorbell rang, “So… it’s a date?!”

“The world’s most boring date ever, sure.” Fern said, getting to her feet.

“Still a date!” Skyla asserted, racing after her to the door.

“True.”

They paid for and received their food from the usual friendly delivery driver, and tipped him generously, as always, and then returned once more to the lounge- where they channel flicked until they found some trashy soap drama to watch, curled up together on the couch under a blanket, their pokemon lounging around the room as well, and eating some of their favourite foods.

Eventually, Fern fell asleep on Skyla’s shoulder, and she took the opportunity to quickly read up on the process of the infusion tomorrow. Where they’d have to go, what they were allowed to bring (Skyla made a list on the back of her hand of snacks and other stuff to pack before they set off), as well as the type of medicine Fern was getting (infliximab) and what sort of side effects it could have (the most common seemed to be nausea and headaches, so she also made a note to bring a heat pad and some painkillers. Not ibuprofen, since Fern couldn’t take those…) and also, she debated the possibility of sneaking off at some point to run to a store and buy Fern a gift… Would that be necessary? Would she think it was patronising? Maybe… It’d still be a nice gesture though, right?

It was already a lot to think through, and she wasn’t even the one needing the medicine. No wonder the whole process exhausted Fern so much, who was already more prone to fatigue due to the very condition she needed the medication for.

Still. Fern would be back to her normal, vibrant self in a couple of days. And if she wasn’t, well… Skyla wasn’t a quitter. She loved her girlfriend. That was that. If Fern was tired and sad for longer than usual, then Skyla would be there no matter what. And she’d do everything she could to make her feel even just a little better.

A date didn’t have to be a fancy meal or an eight-mile hike. It didn’t have to be bowling, or sports, or a walk on the beach. A date could be a nice evening in watching trashy TV, eating your favourite takeaway; a date could be an afternoon spent in a hospital room, braiding your girlfriend’s hair, and shielding her eyes from the harsh lights as she tried to nap away the hours with a needle in her arm.

For Fern, Skyla would spend a whole day doing the dullest paperwork ever if she had to. Fern, who would run a bath with floral bubbles for whenever Skyla said she’d had a rough day at work. Fern, who would personally beat the daylights out of anyone who was cruel toward pokemon. Fern, who felt her emotions at a hundred-and-twenty percent capacity all the time, and who listened intently whenever Skyla or someone else spoke, even if she didn’t care. Fern, who’s body was rebelling against her constantly and had to explain it to everyone she interacted with, and was so clearly exhausted by it all, but still kept going because she had no choice. Fern, who was asleep on Skyla’s shoulder, a tiny bit of sauce from her Pad Thai staining her cheek.

Skyla put her arm around her girlfriend and squeezed her with a hug.

She had always hated sitting still. But it wasn’t so bad with the woman she loved at her side.

Not at all, actually.

#oc x canon week #oc x canon week 2024 #oc: fern #vineyardshipping #(ship name to be changed maybe)#fern is like.. one of my oldest ocs ever. so ofc im giving her the same chronic illness as me. get crohns diseased bestie..#i dont get infusions tho for mine (pen injections for me!!) so if i got anything inaccurate . sorry :<#also. idk what its like to Know someone with crohns and care for them bc. idk anyone else with it >_> so idk how ppl usually. act about thi #stuff lol #i think skyla would be a nice gf though.#words

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sangrefae · 8 hours

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at the risk of people killing my ass. i enjoy okonomiyaki trio (laios/kabru/toshiro) much more than l*brum*su

#dunmeshi #chattering #idk if they have a ship name outside of #okonomiyaki trio #ive tried. so hard to make myself like lskbms #im sorry i CANT. they read as platonic to me no matter what

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classychassiss · 1 year

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Its hater hours while I wait for the deep conditioner to set

#chass blabs #no because tell me how you as a person will construct a universe where you change the fundamental canon of characters across the board #bc you dont 'agree' w it and basically make something completely different right #and run w it to what YOU think ought to have happened and have ppl reblogging the art like #'yeah this is what happened in canon for sure' NO IT AINT LMAO LIKE NOT EVEN A LITTLE #sorry 2 say but if you have to construct a universe for your ship to work then thats an AU babes! everything after that is fanfic #and if you don't engage w the info of a universe and blatantly mix two universes with VASTLY different things goin on for your agenda #Im stealing something out ur fuckin house!#IDK WHY IM SO ANNOYED BY THIS ITS JUST LIKE #was the info in that universe not enough do you have to insert things that dont work to make it grittier? u just gonna ignore everything?#what because it makes your fav look not like the revolutionary you hoped for? dunno what to tell you babe!#im not naming names but iykyk and it stays between us ok

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bisexual-bookman · 2 years

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So, It’s a Date?

Fandom: D.Gray-man

Pairing: Tyki Mikk/Kanda Yu

Tags: Mutual Pining, Fluff, Fake/Pretend Relationship

Summery: Tyki had a family dinner to attend. Family dinners meant dealing with his brother. Being single at a family dinner meant having to deal with Sheril's nagging. So, Tyki needed to find someone to play the role of his partner to deter his brother, letting Tyki enjoy the night for once. There didn't even have to be any feelings involved...right?

Enter Kanda.

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“Look Kanda, it’s just for one night.”

At the sharp look from the other male, Tyki heaved a weary sigh. He was getting desperate. Dinner with his family was bad enough as it is, but dinner with his brother constantly nagging him about when he was going to settle down was worse.

Which is where Kanda came in.

“Look, you don’t even need to talk to anyone. I will do all the talking; I’ll make up our story and answer questions. You just need to come, introduce yourself to my family, then stay by my side and drink some champagne. That’s all.”

“No.”

Tyki groaned at the gruff reply. He took a slow drag of his cigarette as he stared out at the busy street in front of him.

The five of them, Lavi, Kanda, Allen, Lenalee and himself, were at a new restaurant that had popped up a month ago. Well, if you could even call it a restaurant. Advertising pizza, beer and arcade games, Tyki had initially turned down the offer when Lavi had invited him out, citing that he was too old to spend a night out playing arcade games. Lavi though, frustratingly observant and with the added bonus of having known Tyki since high school, knew just what to say to get Tyki to come.

“Ya know, Yu-chan… he’ll be there.”

And just like that Tyki had jumped on the chance. It wasn’t actually as bad as he originally thought. He thought the addition of arcade games would make it too cheesy, but it actually…wasn’t. It reminded Tyki of his younger days when he would loiter around the local strip mall that didn’t exist anymore –Tyki tried to not think about how that showed how much time had passed, how much older he was getting– causing a disturbance at the measly arcade there until he and his friends got kicked out. They would wind up at the park, bootlegged alcohol in hand and sheer determination from Tyki to avoid going home to Sheril and his nagging. Now that he was older he knew that it came from a good place, from Sheril’s worry over him, but that didn’t make it any less aggravating.

Especially when it had shifted from staying out too late, to getting married and starting a family.

Which is what let him to the current situation he was in.

He stole a glance at Kanda out of the corner of his eye. It wasn’t often that Tyki got an uninterrupted view of the attractive man and he was going to take full advantage of it. His eyes traced over the strong edge of his jaw; the straight line of his nose, the way the streetlights cast shadows over his face and made his already-sharp cheekbones more pronounced, as if Tyki would get cut if he touched them.

His fingers twitched around his cigarette. God, how he wanted to touch them.

Kanda’s eyes were half lidded as he stared out at the street. Though his furrowed brow, paired with his relaxed shoulders, showed he was deep in though rather than upset. It was something that Tyki had noticed over the years of… observation he had done on the other man.

“Why don’t you take Lena?”

Kanda’s quiet yet gruff words broke the silence. Tyki quickly looked away, hastily shoving his cigarette in his mouth as he thought of a good excuse.

“Are you kidding me? I’d rather like to live to a ripe old age, thank you very much.”

Kanda gave a quiet snort, the sound mixed between amusement and acknowledgment.

“Look, I can’t take Allen. That would be too…weird.” Kanda nodded in agreement at that. Taking your sort-of cousin to a family dinner with the excuse that you were dating? That would not end well.

“Plus, it would defeat the whole reason. I might as well just go alone at that point. Sheril already knows and has met Lavi. I have also drilled into him that there is absolutely no way in hell that the two of us would ever date. Great friend, bad boyfriend.” Tyki wrinkled his nose at the mere thought of being in a romantic relationship with the red-head. The chaos that surrounds him would send Tyki to an early grave.

“And as I said before, I’d rather not die by the hands of Komui.”

“Don’t you have other friends that you could take?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather not get into a discussion about how dysfunctional my family is.”

Kanda gave another nod of acknowledgment. If anyone understood Tyki’s dilemma with his family, it would be Kanda. He turned his head to stare at Tyki with those intense blue eyes. Tyki often thought that they reminded him of the ocean. Sometimes they were eerily still, not belying a thing that the man was thinking, other times they would be raging; so full of emotion that Tyki felt as if he was a boat caught in the middle of a storm waiting to be capsized and drown in the deep, violent waters. Now though they were calm, contemplative. Deciding whether to go along with Tyki’s absurd plan or tell him to suck it.

Not that he’d mind sucking Kanda.

Tyki turned away from Kanda, staring with dead eyes out at the street as he nearly sighed out loud at the direction his thoughts had gone.

God, this crush was getting ridiculous.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke, he was surprised to hear Kanda neither agree with the plan, nor tell him off.

“Can I have a drag of that?”

Tyki looked over, unphased that Kanda had asked. To others it seemed he lived a perfectly healthy lifestyle, but Tyki was one of the few privy to this bad habit Kanda had.

Nodding, Tyki handed over the half-gone cigarette. His eyes followed the movement of Kanda’s lips as they wrapped around the filter, lungs expanding as he took a deep breath. Watched those thin lips part in a gorgeous “o” shape as he blew out a cloud of smoke, before shoving the cigarette back between his lips.

The same cigarette that had been in Tyki’s mouth.

A jolt like lightening went through him as he realized that they were having an indirect kiss. Tyki could feel his hands tremble as his stomach tied itself in knots, heart racing and blood pumping; Tyki nearly slapped himself. What was he, a sixteen-year-old girl with their first crush? Getting all giddy because of an indirect kiss. He really did need to do something about this crush, he was just being pathetic at this point.

“I’ll go.”

Tyki stared at Kanda in disbelief. He didn’t notice Kanda’s outstretched hand giving Tyki back his smoke.

“Really?” Tyki tried not to let the giddy happiness that was currently thrumming through his veins show.

Kanda nodded, nudging Tyki’s arm to take his cigarette. Hastily Tyki grabbed it, shoving it back in his mouth to cover up the grin that wanted to break out.

“I’m going back inside before Dumb or Dumber comes out. Text me the details.”

Tyki nodded, still at a loss for words. He watched as Kanda turned sharply, hair swinging behind him as he stalked back into the building.

He had to stomp his foot against the ground to prevent himself from dancing with excitement.

It had only been an hour and Kanda already wanted to leave.

The place was far too crowded, full of pretentious people dressed in outrageously expensive clothes trying to one up each other with how much money they had. Add on to that how obnoxious Sheril was being, and Kanda was either going to break something or someone.

There were only two benefits to being here. The first was the live music. A nice low jazz sound, which was quiet enough to not overpower conversations, yet loud enough that Kanda could concentrate on it and not on the conversations around him, making it slightly easier to resist the urge to murder someone.

The second was Tyki.

He watched Tyki across the room. The taller man had run off to get another drink for the both of them, but got stopped on his way back by an older woman that was talking to him quite animatedly. Tyki, ever the gentleman, had stopped to indulge the woman. And Kanda, who rarely had the chance to stare at Tyki without him knowing, took full advantage.

His eyes traced along Tyki’s broad shoulders and down his back, able to see the way his muscles moved as he gestured and shifted his weight. Not everyone would be able to see it through the layers of his suit, but Kanda had spent enough time tracing Tyki’s back with his eyes as if he was staring at bare skin. Skin which Kanda had been lucky enough to see one summer. He could feel his ears burn as he remembered the memory.

Kanda jerked as he was brought back to the present, realizing that he was blatantly staring at Tyki’s ass. It wasn’t his fault that Tyki had a great ass, one that made Kanda want to grab a handful of it just to see what sound he would make. Would he groan? Maybe gasp or maybe––

Kanda shook his head as he groaned in exasperation. He massaged a finger over the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the way his cheeks had warmed at his train of thought.

Kanda closed his eyes and took a deep breath to centre himself. After counting to ten he opened his eyes, turning to look again at Tyki.

He couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but he could see Tyki smile at the woman’s words. Even though the grin wasn’t directed at him, Kanda still felt his heart flutter. He watched Tyki’s frame shake as he laughed, able to hear the rich sound even over the din of conversations.

Tyki turned then, gesturing him over with a hand that was full with a champagne glass. Kanda hesitated slightly, seeing that the woman had turned to look at him as well, knowing that he was going to be drawn into yet another conversation.

With a sigh of resignation Kanda schooled his features into a non-murderous expression. Well, as best he could, given the circumstances.

Approaching the pair, Kanda came to a stop next to Tyki. He tried his best to not react as Tyki placed his hand on the small of Kanda’s back and pulled him closer. Judging by the woman’s expression, he failed spectacularly.

“Beautiful,” Tyki started. Kanda could feel his heart begin to race at the nickname that Tyki had sprung on him at the beginning of the night. ‘It’s just an act, it’s just an act,’ Kanda repeated in his head like a mantra.

“This is Mrs. Arnoult. Her husband is a long-time business partner of Sheryl’s. Mrs. Arnoult, this is my boyfriend Kanda.”

Kanda extended his hand trying not to let on how giddy he was to be called Tyki’s boyfriend. ‘This isn’t real. It is an act.’ Kanda repeated a little more forcefully in his head.

Mrs. Arnoult clasped his hand and gave it a firm shake, the lines around her eyes crinkling as she smiled at him and Tyki.

“Now now, Tyki, you’ve known me long enough, you don’t need to call me Mrs. Arnoult anymore!” She laid a hand overtop of Kanda’s, patting it in the same affectionate way that Tiedoll did. Kanda nearly curled his lip in distaste. It must be an old person thing.

“And now neither does your boyfriend. Call me Ida. Sheryl was right my dear, your family isn’t running out of pretty faces anytime soon, is it?” She exclaimed with a laugh, finally letting go of Kanda’s hand. He quickly retracted it, reaching for the glass of champagne that Tyki had so she wouldn’t have a chance to do it again. He saw Tyki grimace slightly as he took a sip of the beverage. No doubt he was thinking about how Sheryl had run off as soon as Tyki had introduced Kanda, telling everyone that his darling little brother was dating an “exceptionally attractive” man. Kanda took another sip of his drink to hide his scowl. Sheryl and Tiedoll were too similar in Kanda’s eyes, though he guessed that’s what made him a good contender for this ruse.

Tyki laughed, the sound being an equal mix of strained and exasperated that had Kanda quietly snorting to himself in amusement.

“Yes, my brother is quite...chatty isn’t he?” Tyki said, pausing slightly to find a better word than “obnoxious”, which he probably wanted to say.

Kanda droned out the conversation at that point. Tyki kept good on his word and carried the conversation, Kanda only having to interject intermittedly with a quiet noise of agreement or nod. This let him focus solely on the path that Tyki’s hand was taking.

At some point during the conversation, Tyki had moved his hand from the small of Kanda’s back and started slowly running it up and down. He hadn’t said anything, silently enjoying it and ignoring the bitter taste in his mouth at the realization that he wouldn’t get this again.

After a few runs up and down his back, Tyki’s hand had stopped at the base of his neck. Fingers wrapped around the junction of Kanda’s neck and shoulder, Tyki’s thumb rubbed circles on the patch of skin between the top of his suit and his hairline. Kanda gave an involuntary shiver at the act, Tyki’s thumb tickling the fine hairs there. His thumb travelled behind Kanda’s ear, massaging there for a while before settling on the adjacent side of Kanda’s neck from the rest of his fingers.

Tyki’s hand settled there for few seconds while Kanda willed himself to ignore the warm weight on the back of his neck. His thoughts quickly ground to a halt as Tyki’s hand gave the back of his neck a firm squeeze.

That was oddly… possessive.

Kanda could feel a bubble of heat start to expand in his stomach at the action. It grew larger as Tyki repeated the action. Kanda could see himself, face down in pillows, Tyki’s hand gripping the back of his neck as his body weight pressed down on Kanda’s back, his deep voice whispering obscene things into Kanda’s ears.

Kanda promptly choked on his champagne.

He quickly waved off Tyki and Ida’s concerned looks as he smothered a cough into his hand.

God, this shit was getting old.

Taking in a deep breath and holding back another cough, Kanda heard Tyki give an excuse ‘sorry, Ida, he can get a bit antsy around large crowds’ before he wrapped a hand around Kanda’s waist silently leading him outside to a nearby balcony.

He led them to the railing that overlooked the vast garden of the Kamelot household, perfectly prim and proper for the party that was going on behind them. The sound was distant to Kanda, to which he realized that the two of them were the only ones outside. He could feel his ears burn at the realization and the fact that Tyki’s hand hadn’t left Kanda’s space, moving to rub soothing circles up and down his back as Kanda tried to clear the last of the champagne from his lungs.

Tyki’s hand curled around Kanda’s shoulder bringing him closer to the taller man’s body. Kanda could feel the body heat coming off of Tyki, could smell his cologne. Kanda took in a deep breath, coughing as his sore throat worked, and could pick up the scent of nicotine as well.

Maybe he should ask Tyki for a cigarette. Maybe that would help still the shakes in his hands from being so close to the other man.

“You okay?”

Kanda nodded, refusing to meet the other’s eye as he felt Tyki’s thumb rub circles on his bicep.

“Sorry, I know how much you hate crowds and unnecessary conversations.”

Kanda shrugged. He could feel his ears heat up the longer he stayed in the other man’s space. Kanda clutched his champagne glass tighter, pulling at his bangs with his other hand.

“If you’re anxious we can leave,” Tyki said, tone soft.

Kanda shook his head. He didn’t want to be the reason that they left early.

“I’m not anxious.” Kanda said. He tried for his tone to be hard. No room left for discussion. But instead, it came out with no bite attached. Soft.

God, he was pathetic.

“Really? You always tug at your bangs when you’re nervous.” Tyki said, tone surprised. Kanda froze. He suddenly became very aware of his hand, of the fingers that were grasping at the fine strands of his hair. He looked at Tyki in surprise.

“I do?”

Tyki nodded, his surprised expression clearing from his face. His features were set in an unreadable expression. He placed his glass on the railing, hand coming up to gently tug Kanda’s away from his hair.

“You do. It’s something I’ve, uh, noticed over the years.”

What.

Something that he’s noticed?

That either means that Kanda did that more often than he realized, or that Tyki watched him. A lot.

Kanda tore his hand out of Tyki’s grasp, clutching the glass between his hands to help ground him as thoughts whirled through his mind.

Maybe those touches inside… the hand at his back, on his neck, his elbow; the sudden nickname that flowed off Tyki’s tongue all too easily. The almost genuine eagerness to introduce him to his family, all this paired with the sudden knowledge that Tyki watched him, looked at him, a lot.

Maybe…this could be real.

No.

Kanda glared at a point on the ground. This isn’t real.

“What do you mean this isn’t real?” Tyki’s voice, so soft and rich, so mellow that Kanda almost enjoyed listening to it. Something that he would never voice out loud, even on his deathbed.

Kanda startled, not realizing he had voiced his though out loud. He looked up slightly at Tyki. His face was still expressionless, but his eyes were rife with emotion. Too many for Kanda to name, some he refused to.

Tyki gently pried the glass from Kanda’s hands, placing it with his on the railing. Raising both his hands, Tyki cupped Kanda’s face gently. His thumbs stroked Kanda’s cheekbones, fingers playing along his neck.

“What if we could make it real, Beautiful? What would you say to that?”

Hands clenching and unclenching at his side Kanda stared at Tyki. If we could make it real? Did that mean…

Tyki’s expression was serious. More serious than Kanda had ever seen him before.

Kanda didn’t even have to think about what he would say, since he wouldn’t say anything.

Tipping his head up, careful not to dislodge Tyki’s hands on his face, Kanda pressed their lips together. There was no hesitation from Tyki, as if that was what he expected Kanda to do. Kanda tried not to dwell too much on the fact that Tyki apparently knew him very well, instead focusing on Tyki’s warm, soft lips against his.

The kiss was chaste, lips moving against each other. They were focused on finally feeling the other’s lips on theirs after so many years of longing, rather than any arousal. That was until Kanda felt Tyki’s tongue swipe against his lower lip. It sent his blood pumping and a heat bubbling in his stomach.

Kanda pulled away quickly, not wanting for Tyki’s family to find them making out. Tyki chuckled, hands sliding down Kanda’s neck, over his shoulders and down his arms until Kanda’s hands were grasping Tyki’s.

One of Tyki’s thumbs stroked along Kanda’s knuckles as he placed a light kiss on Kanda’s forehead.

“It would probably be a bad idea if my family found us making out, huh?” Tyki said. Kanda steadily ignored the fact that Tyki had voiced his own thoughts, instead just nodding along in agreement.

“Let’s get back inside, hmm? We’ll have a few more drinks than we can head out?” Tyki said, gently pulling on Kanda’s hand. Kanda nodded again. He couldn’t speak right now, not after what just happened. He had too many emotions running through him, too many that he never dealt with. A good meditation session when he got home was just what he needed, Kanda decided, as Tyki led him by the hand back to the party.

Two weeks later and they were back at the restaurant where it had all began. Walking up to the building, Tyki and Kanda could see their friends waiting outside. Tyki had Kanda’s hand in his grip, thumb stroking the inside of Kanda’s wrist.

Lavi was the first to see them, grinning at their arrival before noticing their clasped hands. A huge smile erupted on his face, fist shooting out to lightly punch against Allen’s shoulder effectively drawing Allen’s attention from his conversation with Lenalee.

Tyki could hear Kanda groan beside him as the other three watched them approach, equally happy grins on all their faces.

“So, you two are finally together!” Lavi said brightly. Allen and Lavi had matching grins while Lenalee clapped excitedly to herself. Tyki sighed tiredly.

“Yes we ar–“The whole sentence finally registered in Tyki’s head. “What do you mean finally?”

Lavi laughed, waving his hand in a noncommittal gesture.

“Please, you two have been pining after each other for so long I think the dinosaurs came back.” Lavi said, voice heavy with exasperation. Allen and Lenalee made noises of agreement.

“In fact,” Lavi continued, swinging an arm around Allen’s shoulders. “Al and I were gonna help you two out, play matchmaker, ya know?”

“But somebody,” Lavi emphasised the word, shooting a mock glare at Lenalee, “Said that we shouldn’t get involved and should ‘let nature take its course.’” Lavi said, fingers making air quotes. Lenalee let out a huff of irritation, glaring up at the redhead.

“I wasn’t going to let you two interfere! Remember the last time you two tried–“

“Wait, wait, wait,” Tyki interrupted, “did all of you know about this?” Tyki gestured between him and Kanda, who had an interesting mix between irritated and surprised on his face. “Before us?”

The three of them nodded.

“We’ve known for a while.”

“How long have I known you, Tyki? How could I not know.”

“It wasn’t hard to figure out. You two are really obvious.”

Tyki looked at the three of them in disbelief. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kanda rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. Tyki quickly shook his head, gesturing lamely to the entrance of the building.

“How about we just go inside now.”

“I agree.” Kanda ground out, swiftly walking through the doors of the restaurant, pulling Tyki along by the hand that was still firmly in his grasp. Tyki followed, firmly ignoring the snickers behind him.

#dgm #kanda yu #tyki mikk #d.gray man #dgmrarepair2022 #a bookmans writing #so sorry that im posting this so late T.T #school and life got me f'd up rn #idk what tyki and kandas ship name is??#tykan??#idfkm #thats what im going with #dgrayrarepair #dgmrarepairweek #allen walker #lavi #lenalee lee #look at me being a big dumb and forgetting to put the summery in lmao

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krshush · 1 year

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writing a follow up email when they haven't responded

#K.R. shush #please if you included a return label I threw it away in haste and I'm sorry but then also IS this address on this label the right one then #bc this is a different business's name than yours on this label where this came from #quick googling said it is an shipping company. so like. will this get back to You #if I use the address it came from folks??? HELLO ?#I KNOW I SENT MY FIRST EMAIL ON SUNDAY BUT I'M DYING OUT HERE. I SENT MY FIRST EMAIL ON SUNDAY CAN Y'ALL. GET BACK TO ME.#PLEASE.#YOU HAVE A 14 DAY LIMIT TO RETURNS BEING IN THE MAIL ONCE YOU ARE NOTIFIED OF THE RETURN. IF YOU SAW MY FIRST EMAIL I GOT 11 DAYS LEFT.#BUT IDK IF Y'ALL DID AND IDK WHAT IM DOING Y'ALL PLEAAAAASE

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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Ed takes a day off that honestly is just him getting to sleep in bc the plot interrupts said day for him unfortunately.

Note that this wasn't going to end sadly but then...there I was and now I made myself sad ☹️

No one dies, but there is a loss. A beautifully designed, many-secret-passageway'd loss. Stede cries over it and tbh I nearly did too by the end so I'd weepily join him in a sobbing session over this.

I gotta write something happy and/or smutty tonight yet to balance this, but for now, have at.

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He wakes, face smooshed into a pillow instead of Stede's chest.

Not ideal.

Less ideal is that the room is empty and the sun has clearly been up for awhile now and-

It clicks. He can sleep in today. Barring an emergency, of course, they should come get him then, but since there isn't one...

"Nah," Ed waves away his leathers, sitting on the patch of floor where he'd stripped them off for Stede. "You guys go on ahead without me."

He giggles to himself, and faceplants into the pillow again.

Not as good as Stede's tits. But good enough for now, while he sleeps until he decides he actually wants to be awake.

"We aren't waking him!" Stede hisses. "I've got this!"

'This' is a tentacle. A long, heavy tentacle that has slapped up out of the sea and onto the ship, holding it firmly where it is.

"Maybe he'd prefer not to see a tentacle anyway," Izzy remarks, and Stede catches his eyes.

The Dutch fuckery comes back to mind. Izzy's right. This is one of Ed's first days to relax and use as he wants, however. The last thing he needs or probably would want is this.

"Buttons," Stede turns back to the helm. "Any ancient sea magics to rid us of this beast?"

"Aye," Buttons nods. "Called an oar."

"What oar is long enough to reach that?"

"Tie it to another one," Buttons continues. "Till it reaches."

"And it'll let go?"

Buttons chuckles. Then giggles, then laughs, until he's bent over at the waist cackling with Olivia hopping around him in apparent concern.

Then, she lets out a call that sounds suspiciously like seagull laughter.

"Alright," Stede scowls. "It isn't that funny."

He turns to a red-faced Izzy.

"Sorry," Izzy says, muffled by the hand over his mouth. "I'm not laughing at you. I promised Ed I wouldn't-"

"Just shut up!" Stede snaps. He's heard of ships being pulled to the depths this way, but no one seems as concerned about it as he is. "Unless you intend to actually be helpful for once!"

"Well now," Lucius pipes up. "That's not entirely fair. He's always done stuff. Even made us do stuff on occasion. Did you even see the new chore wheel?"

"The what?!"

"Chore wheel!" Lucius continues with an eye roll. "I told you ab-never mind. Look, I really don't th-"

There's a deep groan and straining in the ship's wooden panels, and she rocks hard before slamming back to her usual position.

Then, the wet, slimy slap of another tentacle, maybe two, this time on the other side of her.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Stede sighs. "What if we just kill it?"

A gallery of offended faces greets him.

"Okay, no killing it then, geez. It might kill us first but whatever," he can't help but spit at them. "Leave me to it then! I'll figure it out all alone!"

He's in a lovely dream.

Stede, shirtless, rowing them in a dinghy along the sea. Not for any escape, just as a little outing.

However, each time he rows, there's an oddly slimy slap into the water.

"Did you do something to the oars?" Ed asks Dream Stede. "They shouldn't sound like that. Sounds more like-"

He topples out of bed at the slosh of water at the windows, and the shadow of a tentacle near it.

"Fuck."

"He's being stubborn; let him be stubborn," Izzy says. "I did it all the time and I'm f-"

He frowns. "Never mind. Bonnet! Wait up, please."

"Even the 'please' thrown in there," Lucius teases. "Look at you."

"Just make sure everyone else gets back to work," Izzy sighs. "For now, at least. If things get worse, then we'll call folks back to help as needed."

"Okay," Lucius smiles, and turns to Pete. "Babe, could you go do that? I should really document this for the new journal."

"Exactly what I was thinking," Pete kisses his cheek. "Consider it done."

Izzy watches him walk off. "There's no work getting done, is there?"

"Awww," Lucius takes his arm gently. "No. Not even a little. Because we're being attacked by a possible, though seemingly very lazy, sea monster. Sort of hard to concentrate with that going on."

By the time they've found Stede, he's already tied several oars together with rope, and is smacking the first tentacle as hard as he can.

"You can swim!" he screams. "You don't even need a ship! There's nothing on here for you!"

"Buttons' ancient sea magic isn't working?" Izzy asks, regret immediately flooding him as soon as he says it.

Stede leans back up from over the rail, and glares. "Does it fucking look like it, Israel?"

He shouldn't laugh. Normally, someone using his full name like that would piss him off. But the entire thing is ridiculous, painfully so, at least for now...

He leans into Lucius, dampening his laughter in his shoulder.

"There, there," Lucius sighs. "He was worried about you."

"He was not, and he isn't now!"

Izzy lifts his head, wipes the tears from his eyes, and smiles. "I am, in that you're a member of the crew like anyone else, and I don't want anyone falling off the ship trying to fight this thing. We'll try something else instead of that, maybe-"

"What?" Stede tosses the oar monstrosity to the deck floor. "What the fuck else would you suggest?"

"Okay," Lucius says softly. "I think we're all a little worried about things right now, but-"

"Oh shut it!" Stede snaps, and yanks the oar back up before leaning over to resume his tapping of the beast.

"Wow," Lucius scoffs. "Yeah, I'm recording that. He can feel bad about that later, reading it in here."

Izzy frowns. "No, he can feel bad about it now, I think."

Before he can take a step over to ask Bonnet if he thinks that's how a captain ought to speak to his crew in a panicky moment, the ship rocks hard again.

"I hate you!" Stede bellows to the tentacle. "You are literally the worst!"

The first tentacle he sees doesn't concern him. One isn't so bad.

The second, third, fourth, and fifth are concerning though.

"What's our game pl-" Ed pauses. "What is he doing?"

"Captain Asshole is taking out his frustrations on the sea monster," Lucius sighs impatiently. "But he's only frustrated because he won't stop to try anything else to get rid of it!"

He looks to Izzy, who nods.

"Honestly, we didn't help though. I mean, we came over here to help, but before this we all...we didn't handle this well."

"Kinda got that idea," Ed says. "We should be abandoning ship before the thing gets more curious and yanks us down to see what we are."

"That can happen?" Lucius asks. "Wait, actually, don't tell me yet. I'm gonna go get everyone ready to abandon and...yeah, I'm moving, meet you at the dinghies!"

He jogs off, and Ed turns his attention to Izzy.

"Look, whatever happened before...just be honest with me. Did he panic because he didn't want to wake me up?"

Izzy nods again. "Normally, I would have gone to you regardless, but you did ask me, when I swore my pledge of loyalty to Bonnet, to try and abide his orders first. Well."

He gestures to Stede, still bent over the deck rail, shouting wordlessly as he slaps the everloving shit out of the tentacle.

"We'll keep working on it," Ed sighs. "Go gather your things, then whatever you can of mine and Stede's. We'll grab the rest ourselves. If we take a bit, then just start getting the others out on the boats, and-"

He stops himself. "What am I talking about, you know what to do for this. Sorry, go on."

Izzy speed walks off, and finally, there's Stede.

"Hey," he leans on the rail by Stede. "So, in theory, the ship might survive this. If she does, we can row back and see if repairs can be made, and if they're economical. If they are, great, we get to work and then sail off. If not, or if she gets pulled under..."

Stede's arms stop, and he leans back off the rail with a groan.

"Ed," he says, looking utterly miserable and defeated. "She's my first ship. I helped draw up her plans, and I swore I'd do anything I could to keep her safe, or I'd go down with her."

Ed nods. "Were we in a situation that demanded that, sure. But something like this? No one will care if the captain went down with his ship. Besides, squid are curious, and this one probably just wants to figure out what the ship is. Sometimes they let ships go."

"I didn't even think they would or could do this! I expected at least an actual sea monster!"

"I don't think it's like, a squid hobby," Ed says. "And not many that I've seen are this big, or act this way. But some are, and some do, and I've watched people get pulled under while trying to salvage their vessels."

He stands and pulls Stede into a hug. "The first loss is never easy, but this might not be that. We don't know yet, and we can't unless we get away to safety then keep an eye on her. Alright?"

"I shouldn't cry over this," is sniffled into the leather of his jacket. "Stupid."

"Not stupid," Ed murmurs. "I cried after I ran one of my first aground. Felt like the biggest idiot and worst person in the world when we realised we couldn't get her free, and even if we did, she was too badly damaged-"

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He can't help it.

"She was a damn good ship, just like this one. And maybe our lady here will fare better. But even if she does, you can't help fix and sail her if a squid is using you to play pirates at the bottom of the sea."

Stede doesn't argue when Ed leads him away, towards the remaining dinghy, and the assemblage of tied oars is left on the deck.

"I grabbed everything," Izzy says as they step carefully into the boat. "I figured..."

His voice trails off as Stede hiccups and snuggles closer into Ed's arms.

They end up floating near the rest of the crew, fairly far away from the ship in case she should break apart or be pulled below.

Izzy wraps one of Stede's oversized velvet robes around their shoulders. "Lucius and Roach made sure food was in each one of these. I'll unpack and see what we've got."

"I'm good," Stede says, voice wobbling. "Not much of an appetite now."

"Fair enough," Izzy sighs. "Ed?"

Before he can answer Izzy, an alarming amount of additional, larger tentacles rise out of the blue, only to slam in The Revenge's middle, splitting her nearly in half.

He reaches a hand back and grabs Izzy hard. The ensuing waves might not be the biggest, but he doesn't want anyone in the water right now.

That's not a squid. Probably not. Not like any he's seen before, even the big ones.

Stede dives back into his shoulder, face pressed there and shoulders shaking.

"I know," Ed murmurs. "If it helps, I don't know what the fuck that thing is. Technically, I think we just made some sort of history with this."

Stede sniffles. "Really?"

"Yeah. Lucius is over there sketching away, and-"

Stede pops up from his shoulder. "We can commemorate her in a story about this!"

"Yeah. Once we're somewhere safer, we can. Like an inn, maybe not right near the beach."

"Ed, I can't row us away if you don't let go of me," Izzy says gently. "The others are looking here for some direction. I know it's a bit of a crapshoot, but...what way are we headed?"

Ed blinks, and watches the tentacles finally crush completely through the ship's middle, sinking most of her down below the waves. "Any direction that isn't that one."

"Got it," Izzy says, and Ed can feel him gesturing motioning the others to row away from the scene.

But he doesn't let go of Izzy's other arm. Not yet.

He's not ready, and he can tell Stede isn't either.

Besides that, someone needs to witness her final moments, before the last bit of The Revenge is gone for good to the depths.

So they sit, a trio in a violently rocked dinghy, as the beast drags their home to Davy Jones's Locker.

#text post #long post #to the revenge my darling lady im so sorry this particular story ended badly for u #i will write some lovely happy times and possibly also some queer sex going on instead among your rooms and passageways #aka the usual but still #idk what it is abt shipwrecks even ones with no human loss but they all break me and make me so sad #i know ships aren't living but we name them and endeavour to treat them well and make valentines for them so

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