Tokyo Babylon/X Fanfic
So I've recently gotten into the X/Tokyo Babylon fandom and have been reading fanfiction almost non-stop for the last three days. It's been primarily Seishirou/Subaru fics and I've gotten a little depressed with all the angst and general "fucked-up-ness" that is their twisted excuse for a relationship. Not that there isn't some really great fluffy fic, or even crack fic for them, I just wanted something else. An AU that lets them have their happy ending. So here's what I wrote.
Title: Hey Jealousy
Fandom: TB/X
Pairing: SeiSub
Length: 880 words, ficlet
Warnings: AU, no spoilers, mildly OOC-ish, fluff, my attempt at humor.
Summary: Seishirou is a possessive bastard.
Seishirou knew that his feelings were completely illogical and ridiculous. He and Subaru had been living quite happily together for three years. They had been dating for a year prior to that. Their relationship was strong and they were happy together. Subaru was in love with him, and even if he wasn’t Subaru was such a horrible liar that he wouldn’t have been capable of keeping an affair secret for more than five seconds. Less, actually, the younger man was easy to read in any situation. Seishirou needed to only take one look at his face to know his thoughts. Something he knew drove his lover to distraction when he could not do the same to Seishirou.
So, really, Seishirou had no reason to be jealous. None at all. Just because that little hussy was draped all over his Subaru-kun…
OK, so Seishirou readily admitted that he was a possessive bastard by nature. There was very little he could look back on over the course of his lifetime and say, with absolute certainty, that it belonged to him and only him. Subaru was his. Seishirou had a special Look for people who didn’t accept that fact. Subaru called it his “Mine” Look, always with an exasperated roll of his eyes. Kamui called it his “psychotic stalker” Look. Seishirou didn’t particularly care one way or the other what the Look was called, only that it served it’s purpose in making small children cry and frightening off the people who tried to ogle his Subaru-kun.
He currently had that Look leveled at the little hussy curled up in Subaru’s lap. In an unprecedented act of defiance, she ignored him. Even going so far as to cuddle deeper into Subaru’s arms.
She was smirking at him. Seishirou could feel it. That little fur ball was doing this on purpose. He turned his Look up a few notches. The hussy continued to ignore it and just nuzzled her face into the crook of Subaru’s elbow.
Subaru’s hand came up absently to stroke down the feline’s back. Seishirou’s gaze moved to his lover’s face. Subaru was so cute when he was absorbed in something, in this instance it was the book propped open on the arm of the sofa. At the moment, however, Seishirou would have preferred to have that focus on him. He very firmly told himself that he was not pouting. Grown men, especially not district attorneys, did not pout. Ever. Besides, it wasn’t Subaru’s fault that he was so adorably oblivious to the evil beast’s war with Seishirou for his attentions.
The cat shifted in her sleep and turned on her side so that she was facing Seishirou. Her amber eyes were half-lidded and he could swear that her whiskers were twitching in amusement. That little home wrecker knew damn well the effect she was having.
OK, that was it.
Seishirou marched across the room to stand in front of Subaru and the hussy, startling his lover out of his book.
“Seishirou-san?” Subaru blinked bewildered green eyes up at him. That look was too cute, but at the moment Seishirou had his hard gold eyes on the cat. He bent down and lifted the feline from Subaru’s lap. The cat wouldn’t give up quietly, however, and dug her claws into the fabric of the younger man’s shirt. With more gentleness than he really wanted to use, Seishirou unhooked her claws and had to restrain himself from punting the little fur ball across the room. Instead he settled on dropping her to the floor. She landed elegantly on her feet and gazed up at him with a mixture of contempt and smugness in the twitching of her whiskers.
Holding the cat’s gaze, Seishirou proceeded to settle himself in the cat’s place on Subaru’s lap. Causing Subaru himself to yelp in protest and blush pink, but he made no move to dislodge his lover.
The cat huffed and turned away, tail in the air as she marched away with all the dignity of a queen.
Hah, I win, Seishirou thought, with a little smirk.
“Seishirou-san?” Subaru asked, warily.
Seishirou turned his most pleasant and innocent smile on his lover. “Yes, Subaru-kun?”
Subaru sighed, his blush fading. He knew that look all to well. Any question he asked would be evaded in the most convoluted way possible, so it was useless to try. He was tempted to ask him to get off, but really, even if it was somewhat awkward (seeing as how Seishirou was about five inches taller, and thirty pounds heavier) it was quite comfortable. So Subaru just rolled his eyes at the heavens and returned to his book.
Seishirou shifted on the sofa so that his head was pillowed on Subaru’s lap, ankles propped up on the opposite armrest and closed his eyes. A few moments later he felt his lover’s long, slender fingers sliding through his hair and began to drift off.
He twitched faintly in surprise when he felt four paws hit his chest. Cracking one eye open, he watched the little beast circle twice before curling up on his stomach. He snorted derisively, “Hussy.”
The cat ignored him completely and Subaru just rolled his eyes again and resumed reading. Seishirou’s eyes closed again and he was soon asleep. a
Title: Hey Jealousy
Fandom: TB/X
Pairing: SeiSub
Length: 880 words, ficlet
Warnings: AU, no spoilers, mildly OOC-ish, fluff, my attempt at humor.
Summary: Seishirou is a possessive bastard.
Seishirou knew that his feelings were completely illogical and ridiculous. He and Subaru had been living quite happily together for three years. They had been dating for a year prior to that. Their relationship was strong and they were happy together. Subaru was in love with him, and even if he wasn’t Subaru was such a horrible liar that he wouldn’t have been capable of keeping an affair secret for more than five seconds. Less, actually, the younger man was easy to read in any situation. Seishirou needed to only take one look at his face to know his thoughts. Something he knew drove his lover to distraction when he could not do the same to Seishirou.
So, really, Seishirou had no reason to be jealous. None at all. Just because that little hussy was draped all over his Subaru-kun…
OK, so Seishirou readily admitted that he was a possessive bastard by nature. There was very little he could look back on over the course of his lifetime and say, with absolute certainty, that it belonged to him and only him. Subaru was his. Seishirou had a special Look for people who didn’t accept that fact. Subaru called it his “Mine” Look, always with an exasperated roll of his eyes. Kamui called it his “psychotic stalker” Look. Seishirou didn’t particularly care one way or the other what the Look was called, only that it served it’s purpose in making small children cry and frightening off the people who tried to ogle his Subaru-kun.
He currently had that Look leveled at the little hussy curled up in Subaru’s lap. In an unprecedented act of defiance, she ignored him. Even going so far as to cuddle deeper into Subaru’s arms.
She was smirking at him. Seishirou could feel it. That little fur ball was doing this on purpose. He turned his Look up a few notches. The hussy continued to ignore it and just nuzzled her face into the crook of Subaru’s elbow.
Subaru’s hand came up absently to stroke down the feline’s back. Seishirou’s gaze moved to his lover’s face. Subaru was so cute when he was absorbed in something, in this instance it was the book propped open on the arm of the sofa. At the moment, however, Seishirou would have preferred to have that focus on him. He very firmly told himself that he was not pouting. Grown men, especially not district attorneys, did not pout. Ever. Besides, it wasn’t Subaru’s fault that he was so adorably oblivious to the evil beast’s war with Seishirou for his attentions.
The cat shifted in her sleep and turned on her side so that she was facing Seishirou. Her amber eyes were half-lidded and he could swear that her whiskers were twitching in amusement. That little home wrecker knew damn well the effect she was having.
OK, that was it.
Seishirou marched across the room to stand in front of Subaru and the hussy, startling his lover out of his book.
“Seishirou-san?” Subaru blinked bewildered green eyes up at him. That look was too cute, but at the moment Seishirou had his hard gold eyes on the cat. He bent down and lifted the feline from Subaru’s lap. The cat wouldn’t give up quietly, however, and dug her claws into the fabric of the younger man’s shirt. With more gentleness than he really wanted to use, Seishirou unhooked her claws and had to restrain himself from punting the little fur ball across the room. Instead he settled on dropping her to the floor. She landed elegantly on her feet and gazed up at him with a mixture of contempt and smugness in the twitching of her whiskers.
Holding the cat’s gaze, Seishirou proceeded to settle himself in the cat’s place on Subaru’s lap. Causing Subaru himself to yelp in protest and blush pink, but he made no move to dislodge his lover.
The cat huffed and turned away, tail in the air as she marched away with all the dignity of a queen.
Hah, I win, Seishirou thought, with a little smirk.
“Seishirou-san?” Subaru asked, warily.
Seishirou turned his most pleasant and innocent smile on his lover. “Yes, Subaru-kun?”
Subaru sighed, his blush fading. He knew that look all to well. Any question he asked would be evaded in the most convoluted way possible, so it was useless to try. He was tempted to ask him to get off, but really, even if it was somewhat awkward (seeing as how Seishirou was about five inches taller, and thirty pounds heavier) it was quite comfortable. So Subaru just rolled his eyes at the heavens and returned to his book.
Seishirou shifted on the sofa so that his head was pillowed on Subaru’s lap, ankles propped up on the opposite armrest and closed his eyes. A few moments later he felt his lover’s long, slender fingers sliding through his hair and began to drift off.
He twitched faintly in surprise when he felt four paws hit his chest. Cracking one eye open, he watched the little beast circle twice before curling up on his stomach. He snorted derisively, “Hussy.”
The cat ignored him completely and Subaru just rolled his eyes again and resumed reading. Seishirou’s eyes closed again and he was soon asleep. a