FAKE Triple Drabble: If He Knew Then…
Title: If He Knew Then…
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG
Setting: Shortly after Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo muses on the unhelpfulness of hindsight.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Prompt # 451: Hindsight at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a triple drabble.
Looking back, it had been inevitable from their first meeting that they would end up together, even though at the time Ryo knew he’d been too deep in denial to recognise the truth, doing his best to block it out even when it was being repeatedly thrust in his face, kissing him, groping him, taking all kinds of unprofessional liberties with his person…
Ryo blinked; he’d been going somewhere with that thought before it had gotten completely derailed by his vivid memories of Dee’s very persistent and unashamedly physical pursuit of him. Oh yes, now he remembered; he was sure that hindsight was a wonderful thing in a lot of ways, but from his point of view it was largely useless. It would’ve been much more helpful if it could have told him back then what he knew now. It certainly would have saved a lot of time, not to mention all the stress and uncertainty his worries and doubts had caused him over whether Dee was sincere or merely playing with him.
Then again, maybe none of that really mattered now they were finally together. It felt good admitting to himself that his partner’s attentions hadn’t been anywhere near as unwelcome as he’d tried to make out. He loved Dee more than anything, and knew Dee honestly loved him in return. That it had taken him several years to work that out was neither here nor there; he’d had a lot of repressed emotions and desires to work through back then, not the kinds of things that could be dealt with overnight. What mattered now was the future and what the two of them did with it.
Watching Dee sleeping peacefully beside him, Ryo couldn’t help smiling. From where he was lying, the future was looking pretty damned good.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG
Setting: Shortly after Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo muses on the unhelpfulness of hindsight.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Prompt # 451: Hindsight at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a triple drabble.
Looking back, it had been inevitable from their first meeting that they would end up together, even though at the time Ryo knew he’d been too deep in denial to recognise the truth, doing his best to block it out even when it was being repeatedly thrust in his face, kissing him, groping him, taking all kinds of unprofessional liberties with his person…
Ryo blinked; he’d been going somewhere with that thought before it had gotten completely derailed by his vivid memories of Dee’s very persistent and unashamedly physical pursuit of him. Oh yes, now he remembered; he was sure that hindsight was a wonderful thing in a lot of ways, but from his point of view it was largely useless. It would’ve been much more helpful if it could have told him back then what he knew now. It certainly would have saved a lot of time, not to mention all the stress and uncertainty his worries and doubts had caused him over whether Dee was sincere or merely playing with him.
Then again, maybe none of that really mattered now they were finally together. It felt good admitting to himself that his partner’s attentions hadn’t been anywhere near as unwelcome as he’d tried to make out. He loved Dee more than anything, and knew Dee honestly loved him in return. That it had taken him several years to work that out was neither here nor there; he’d had a lot of repressed emotions and desires to work through back then, not the kinds of things that could be dealt with overnight. What mattered now was the future and what the two of them did with it.
Watching Dee sleeping peacefully beside him, Ryo couldn’t help smiling. From where he was lying, the future was looking pretty damned good.
The End