[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: Behind Closed Doors Part 1
Title: Behind Closed Doors Part 1
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,936
Summary: When Sun passed by the prayer room, he heard some very... suspicious noises coming from within.
Notes: I cannot believe this is what I chose to write to test out my speech-to-text program, hahahaha. Imagining dictating this fic out loud... This is set at some random time after volume 4. Sun/Adair/Judgment. Some innuendo, but this is still PG-13. Did I mention OOCness yet? OTL This is supposed to be a oneshot, but I'm having trouble with the next section which is actually growing larger... so this will be a two-parter. Let's hope I finish the second half in a timely fashion. If not, this first part does stand on its own well enough.
Behind Closed Doors
Groooowwwwl.
Sun's stomach rumbled so much that he thought the neighboring kingdom could probably hear his stomach protesting its state of emptiness. After going without his favorite blueberry pies for an extended period of time, his craving had grown to the extent that if he were to drop dead at this very moment, he would surely revive as a death knight and continue seeking blueberry pies even though they would not taste like anything to his undead tongue, and that would be the ultimate tragedy.
In order to avoid an early encounter with the benevolent God of Light due to the inelegant method of starving to death, Sun decided to seek sustenance for himself.
Namely, blueberry pies.
Sun knew that the best way to acquire his blueberry pies would be to have either his "enemy," the Judgment Knight, or his vice-captain, Adair, go and line up at his favorite store in his stead to buy the pies for him. Otherwise, he would never be able to get to the front of the line to buy his pies as everyone would instead want to tug on his golden hair.
That was why Sun decided to set off to search for either his "enemy" or his vice-captain, as either would do just fine for his needs. Perhaps he could even enlist Roland's help this time too.
He picked up his brush that was somehow not where he had left it the night before (he had thought it to be between his two bottles of hair oil but instead it was on the right side of his bottles), brushed his hair thoroughly, made sure his appearance was impeccable, and then left his room.
Judgment wasn't in his room. Adair wasn't either. Sun looked all over and still couldn't find them.
As Sun passed by one of the prayer rooms in the Sanctuary of Light, he heard some noises coming from within.
His feet came to a stop.
Although his sensing ability had grown ever since he had lost his physical sight, so much that he could easily see through walls and doors with no problem, he found it hard to see inside this particular room. There was a thick layer of holy element shrouding the door and the walls.
Someone had purposely warded the room, making it so that Sun could not see inside. Well, that was just asking for Sun to snoop around because this was making him even more curious.
He wondered if perhaps he should take a page out of Blaze's book, letting his foot fly out to do the job for him, but he was afraid he would destroy his carefully cultivated image of the graceful Sun Knight if he were to kick open the door without figuring out who was inside first. So instead of kicking the door straightaway (unfortunately he was not Blaze and did not have the excuse of being brash), he leaned closer to the door to listen, one ear nearly pressed against it.
If anyone were to pass by the hallway at this very moment, they would spot the Sun Knight in his act of eavesdropping, which was not exactly elegant; however, he would quickly explain that he was merely resting due to a sudden epiphany bestowed upon him from the God of Light. There was really no need to suspect anything was up with the Sun Knight, or that there was any way he could be up to no good.
"A-Ah…!"
Besides, this time, he couldn't be blamed for his curiosity.
His eyebrows shot up.
If Sun were to describe the noises he had first heard, he would call them clashing and thudding sounds. He thought that might mean that someone, at least more than one person, was inside the prayer room practicing their fighting skills. Obviously the people inside were not using the prayer room for its original purpose.
However, what Sun heard now was very different from the sounds that had stopped him in his tracks. These sounds were definitely not the result of swordplay. These sounds were more like some other kind of play.
His imagination ran away from him. He scowled even as he felt his ears heating up. He bet that it had to be Earth. Who else would be as shameless as Earth was, doing something like this in broad daylight? He had thought that Earth kept all of his conquests to his room, but apparently he was wrong.
And apparently, Sun was also wrong about his assumptions that it was Earth inside the room.
"… Don't…" said a deep voice, one that Sun recognized very well even through the heavy door.
It couldn't be.
Sun found himself covering his mouth in astonishment. If it had been Earth, Sun wouldn't have blinked twice, but the identity of the person inside was making Sun feel like he had stumbled upon something he shouldn't have. It would be like Sun stumbling upon his teacher Neo having relations. Not something Sun needed to see or hear.
"But I can't help it, please…"
The voice of the new speaker gave Sun an even larger shock. His breath hitched. He would recognize that voice anywhere too. There was no mistaking the voice that Sun had gotten used to ever since the age of eighteen when he had first become acquainted with the other person.
Sun had wanted to find both of them, that was true, but not in this way!
The deep voice gasped, "T-Too tight …"
The second voice grunted. Sun's face burned and he could stand to listen no more. With one swift motion, his leg shot out and slammed into the door, image be damned. Although the door had been heavily guarded by holy light, it was not exactly a very strong door and the holy light didn't do a thing against physical strength. Under Sun's mighty boot, the door groaned and gave away.
Immediately, Sun rushed into the room and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't you dare touch him!"
His shout came out more like a shrill shriek.
He didn't know which him he meant. Did he mean that he wanted hands to be kept off of his best friend who was not supposed to be his friend, or did he want hands to be kept off of his capable vice-captain who had served him faithfully ever since the age of eighteen?
He really, really didn't know. All he knew was that he didn't like this. Why were they even in a locked room together anyway? At least, he assumed the door had been locked. His foot had taken care of the door before he could figure that out.
Once Sun burst into the room, the thick layer of holy light that had been shrouding the door no longer blocked his sensing ability. Adair must have tossed that up as a last resort to block Sun from seeing anything, except it had attracted Sun's attention even more. Just how out of it was Adair to have overlooked that possibility?
Without holy light blocking his vision, Sun immediately saw the actual situation inside the room.
It was much tamer than his imagination. Both of the men inside were fully clothed, although their arms were tightly wrapped around each other.
Sun frowned severely in a fashion that was entirely unsuited for the Sun Knight's countenance.
Closer inspection showed that it was Adair who had his arms tightly wrapped around Lesus Judgment. He had even grabbed fistfuls of Judgment's robes. Was Adair actually...nuzzling Judgment?
Sun would have expected them to jump apart and look at him guiltily the moment he entered, but Judgment merely flicked his eyes over before looking back at the person who was burrowing into his embrace. The two of them did not make any move to break apart. In fact, although Sun didn't know if it was just his imagination or not, Adair seemed to have tightened his hold on Judgment and buried his face even deeper into Judgment's shoulder, eliciting a stifled gasp from Judgment. If Sun could actually see with his eyes, he thought that Judgment's face would probably be startlingly pink at the moment, and he would also look more disheveled than he ever presented to the outside world.
"What's going on here?" demanded Sun flatly. What was Judgment doing with his vice-captain! What was Adair doing with Sun's best friend! What. Was. Going. On.
He'd never even suspected... Was this what Judgment and Adair disappeared off to do whenever he couldn't find them...
Judgment merely said, "I... believe that your vice-captain has been c-cursed." His voice hitched when Adair tightened his hold around him.
What? He thought... Oh.
"Adair, you've been cursed?" asked Sun.
Adair nodded, but his head was still buried in Judgment's shoulder.
"Captain…" murmured Adair into Judgment's clothes. "I'm really sorry about this, but I... I can't help it…"
"Sun, come closer," Judgment urged, his voice slightly higher than normal.
Not knowing what Judgment wanted, Sun approached with caution. As soon as he stepped near them, Judgment's arm shot out and pulled him into a tight group hug. After some maneuvering, Sun was now completely in Adair's embrace.
Sun froze.
"He has to have someone to cling onto," Judgment explained, his voice much more settled now that he was no longer being hugged to death by Adair.
"This... actually doesn't feel too bad," said Sun after he managed to collect himself. He also understood now what Judgment had meant by "too tight." Adair's arms were practically squeezing the breath out of him, clinging onto him as if he were a teddy bear.
As the Sun Knight, Sun was very rarely hugged unless it was by a child that had been thrust into his arms. He couldn't actually recall the last time he had been hugged by someone else like this. Was it his teacher who had comforted him awkwardly, not knowing how to deal with a crying child? But even that had been different from this kind of hug…
He felt himself warming up.
Sun hesitantly laid a hand on the back of Adair's head. "...Just who in the world dared to curse my vice-captain? I'll show them!"
Adair squeezed even tighter, smiling into his captain's shirt. "Thank you, Captain."
Like the curse where Sun was always interrupted in the middle of applying his facial mask, this was also a dire curse, and Sun was determined to discover the origin. His vice-captain would not be able to perform his duties if he could not stop hugging people.
"What happened before you found yourself with the need to hug?" asked Sun.
Adair replied, "Knight-Captain Judgment and I decided to spar in an empty prayer room."
"And then?"
"And then we sparred," answered Judgment, "however, in the middle of sparring, a change came over Adair."
Adair nodded, the motion tickling Sun. "I was swinging my sword when suddenly I didn't feel like doing that anymore. Instead, I wanted to encircle my arms around the person before me, and that happened to be Knight-Captain Judgment..."
"Hm..." wondered Sun.
All this was said with Adair's arms still around Sun. This was going to be difficult. How was he going to investigate when he couldn't even extract himself from Adair?
"I'm going to transfer Adair to you," Sun said. Immediately after, he pried Adair's hands off of him and nudged him toward Judgment.
"Sun-" Judgment started to say, but Sun had already left the room, leaving Judgment with his hands full. Of Adair.
"Thanks, Knight-Captain Judgment."
The edge of Judgment's mouth quirked up into a miniscule smile. A secret smile that few were privy to. Adair wondered if this was what his captain always saw.
"This doesn't feel bad," Judgment said, echoing Sun's previous words.
In fact, he thought it felt nice, this feeling of having someone's arms around him. He had never known the sensation could feel like this.
He carefully brought his arms up and returned the hug. Surely, he could allow him this behind closed doors?
to be continued
/o\
Written for the prompt Adair and Judgment: aphrodisiacs/pollen/aliens made them do it for
no_true_pair Yeah, I'm returning quite late to these prompts I've been meaning to write...
Next up, who cursed Adair, and why? Stay tuned for a badly written investigation. =P
Dictation is interesting (I dictated part of this fic halfway asleep with my eyes closed XDDD) but I don't think my mic is good enough for this, and my house is rarely quiet, haha. (And I just so happened to be sick this past week, so I might have skewed the dictation...) I thought it was pretty fascinating that this was the style I defaulted to when speaking out loud. I did have to go back and finish the fic by typing some of it out though, so this wasn't entirely the product of dictation. But imagine dictating this fic of all fics out loud. OTL. What was I thinking.
I've been playing this LSK fan game where you basically pair Sun off with all of the other holy knights. That has definitely affected this fic. XD;; Also, this can be thought of as an AU of part 29 of Bittersweet Sweetness...
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Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,936
Summary: When Sun passed by the prayer room, he heard some very... suspicious noises coming from within.
Notes: I cannot believe this is what I chose to write to test out my speech-to-text program, hahahaha. Imagining dictating this fic out loud... This is set at some random time after volume 4. Sun/Adair/Judgment. Some innuendo, but this is still PG-13. Did I mention OOCness yet? OTL This is supposed to be a oneshot, but I'm having trouble with the next section which is actually growing larger... so this will be a two-parter. Let's hope I finish the second half in a timely fashion. If not, this first part does stand on its own well enough.
Behind Closed Doors
Groooowwwwl.
Sun's stomach rumbled so much that he thought the neighboring kingdom could probably hear his stomach protesting its state of emptiness. After going without his favorite blueberry pies for an extended period of time, his craving had grown to the extent that if he were to drop dead at this very moment, he would surely revive as a death knight and continue seeking blueberry pies even though they would not taste like anything to his undead tongue, and that would be the ultimate tragedy.
In order to avoid an early encounter with the benevolent God of Light due to the inelegant method of starving to death, Sun decided to seek sustenance for himself.
Namely, blueberry pies.
Sun knew that the best way to acquire his blueberry pies would be to have either his "enemy," the Judgment Knight, or his vice-captain, Adair, go and line up at his favorite store in his stead to buy the pies for him. Otherwise, he would never be able to get to the front of the line to buy his pies as everyone would instead want to tug on his golden hair.
That was why Sun decided to set off to search for either his "enemy" or his vice-captain, as either would do just fine for his needs. Perhaps he could even enlist Roland's help this time too.
He picked up his brush that was somehow not where he had left it the night before (he had thought it to be between his two bottles of hair oil but instead it was on the right side of his bottles), brushed his hair thoroughly, made sure his appearance was impeccable, and then left his room.
Judgment wasn't in his room. Adair wasn't either. Sun looked all over and still couldn't find them.
As Sun passed by one of the prayer rooms in the Sanctuary of Light, he heard some noises coming from within.
His feet came to a stop.
Although his sensing ability had grown ever since he had lost his physical sight, so much that he could easily see through walls and doors with no problem, he found it hard to see inside this particular room. There was a thick layer of holy element shrouding the door and the walls.
Someone had purposely warded the room, making it so that Sun could not see inside. Well, that was just asking for Sun to snoop around because this was making him even more curious.
He wondered if perhaps he should take a page out of Blaze's book, letting his foot fly out to do the job for him, but he was afraid he would destroy his carefully cultivated image of the graceful Sun Knight if he were to kick open the door without figuring out who was inside first. So instead of kicking the door straightaway (unfortunately he was not Blaze and did not have the excuse of being brash), he leaned closer to the door to listen, one ear nearly pressed against it.
If anyone were to pass by the hallway at this very moment, they would spot the Sun Knight in his act of eavesdropping, which was not exactly elegant; however, he would quickly explain that he was merely resting due to a sudden epiphany bestowed upon him from the God of Light. There was really no need to suspect anything was up with the Sun Knight, or that there was any way he could be up to no good.
"A-Ah…!"
Besides, this time, he couldn't be blamed for his curiosity.
His eyebrows shot up.
If Sun were to describe the noises he had first heard, he would call them clashing and thudding sounds. He thought that might mean that someone, at least more than one person, was inside the prayer room practicing their fighting skills. Obviously the people inside were not using the prayer room for its original purpose.
However, what Sun heard now was very different from the sounds that had stopped him in his tracks. These sounds were definitely not the result of swordplay. These sounds were more like some other kind of play.
His imagination ran away from him. He scowled even as he felt his ears heating up. He bet that it had to be Earth. Who else would be as shameless as Earth was, doing something like this in broad daylight? He had thought that Earth kept all of his conquests to his room, but apparently he was wrong.
And apparently, Sun was also wrong about his assumptions that it was Earth inside the room.
"… Don't…" said a deep voice, one that Sun recognized very well even through the heavy door.
It couldn't be.
Sun found himself covering his mouth in astonishment. If it had been Earth, Sun wouldn't have blinked twice, but the identity of the person inside was making Sun feel like he had stumbled upon something he shouldn't have. It would be like Sun stumbling upon his teacher Neo having relations. Not something Sun needed to see or hear.
"But I can't help it, please…"
The voice of the new speaker gave Sun an even larger shock. His breath hitched. He would recognize that voice anywhere too. There was no mistaking the voice that Sun had gotten used to ever since the age of eighteen when he had first become acquainted with the other person.
Sun had wanted to find both of them, that was true, but not in this way!
The deep voice gasped, "T-Too tight …"
The second voice grunted. Sun's face burned and he could stand to listen no more. With one swift motion, his leg shot out and slammed into the door, image be damned. Although the door had been heavily guarded by holy light, it was not exactly a very strong door and the holy light didn't do a thing against physical strength. Under Sun's mighty boot, the door groaned and gave away.
Immediately, Sun rushed into the room and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't you dare touch him!"
His shout came out more like a shrill shriek.
He didn't know which him he meant. Did he mean that he wanted hands to be kept off of his best friend who was not supposed to be his friend, or did he want hands to be kept off of his capable vice-captain who had served him faithfully ever since the age of eighteen?
He really, really didn't know. All he knew was that he didn't like this. Why were they even in a locked room together anyway? At least, he assumed the door had been locked. His foot had taken care of the door before he could figure that out.
Once Sun burst into the room, the thick layer of holy light that had been shrouding the door no longer blocked his sensing ability. Adair must have tossed that up as a last resort to block Sun from seeing anything, except it had attracted Sun's attention even more. Just how out of it was Adair to have overlooked that possibility?
Without holy light blocking his vision, Sun immediately saw the actual situation inside the room.
It was much tamer than his imagination. Both of the men inside were fully clothed, although their arms were tightly wrapped around each other.
Sun frowned severely in a fashion that was entirely unsuited for the Sun Knight's countenance.
Closer inspection showed that it was Adair who had his arms tightly wrapped around Lesus Judgment. He had even grabbed fistfuls of Judgment's robes. Was Adair actually...nuzzling Judgment?
Sun would have expected them to jump apart and look at him guiltily the moment he entered, but Judgment merely flicked his eyes over before looking back at the person who was burrowing into his embrace. The two of them did not make any move to break apart. In fact, although Sun didn't know if it was just his imagination or not, Adair seemed to have tightened his hold on Judgment and buried his face even deeper into Judgment's shoulder, eliciting a stifled gasp from Judgment. If Sun could actually see with his eyes, he thought that Judgment's face would probably be startlingly pink at the moment, and he would also look more disheveled than he ever presented to the outside world.
"What's going on here?" demanded Sun flatly. What was Judgment doing with his vice-captain! What was Adair doing with Sun's best friend! What. Was. Going. On.
He'd never even suspected... Was this what Judgment and Adair disappeared off to do whenever he couldn't find them...
Judgment merely said, "I... believe that your vice-captain has been c-cursed." His voice hitched when Adair tightened his hold around him.
What? He thought... Oh.
"Adair, you've been cursed?" asked Sun.
Adair nodded, but his head was still buried in Judgment's shoulder.
"Captain…" murmured Adair into Judgment's clothes. "I'm really sorry about this, but I... I can't help it…"
"Sun, come closer," Judgment urged, his voice slightly higher than normal.
Not knowing what Judgment wanted, Sun approached with caution. As soon as he stepped near them, Judgment's arm shot out and pulled him into a tight group hug. After some maneuvering, Sun was now completely in Adair's embrace.
Sun froze.
"He has to have someone to cling onto," Judgment explained, his voice much more settled now that he was no longer being hugged to death by Adair.
"This... actually doesn't feel too bad," said Sun after he managed to collect himself. He also understood now what Judgment had meant by "too tight." Adair's arms were practically squeezing the breath out of him, clinging onto him as if he were a teddy bear.
As the Sun Knight, Sun was very rarely hugged unless it was by a child that had been thrust into his arms. He couldn't actually recall the last time he had been hugged by someone else like this. Was it his teacher who had comforted him awkwardly, not knowing how to deal with a crying child? But even that had been different from this kind of hug…
He felt himself warming up.
Sun hesitantly laid a hand on the back of Adair's head. "...Just who in the world dared to curse my vice-captain? I'll show them!"
Adair squeezed even tighter, smiling into his captain's shirt. "Thank you, Captain."
Like the curse where Sun was always interrupted in the middle of applying his facial mask, this was also a dire curse, and Sun was determined to discover the origin. His vice-captain would not be able to perform his duties if he could not stop hugging people.
"What happened before you found yourself with the need to hug?" asked Sun.
Adair replied, "Knight-Captain Judgment and I decided to spar in an empty prayer room."
"And then?"
"And then we sparred," answered Judgment, "however, in the middle of sparring, a change came over Adair."
Adair nodded, the motion tickling Sun. "I was swinging my sword when suddenly I didn't feel like doing that anymore. Instead, I wanted to encircle my arms around the person before me, and that happened to be Knight-Captain Judgment..."
"Hm..." wondered Sun.
All this was said with Adair's arms still around Sun. This was going to be difficult. How was he going to investigate when he couldn't even extract himself from Adair?
"I'm going to transfer Adair to you," Sun said. Immediately after, he pried Adair's hands off of him and nudged him toward Judgment.
"Sun-" Judgment started to say, but Sun had already left the room, leaving Judgment with his hands full. Of Adair.
"Thanks, Knight-Captain Judgment."
The edge of Judgment's mouth quirked up into a miniscule smile. A secret smile that few were privy to. Adair wondered if this was what his captain always saw.
"This doesn't feel bad," Judgment said, echoing Sun's previous words.
In fact, he thought it felt nice, this feeling of having someone's arms around him. He had never known the sensation could feel like this.
He carefully brought his arms up and returned the hug. Surely, he could allow him this behind closed doors?
to be continued
/o\
Written for the prompt Adair and Judgment: aphrodisiacs/pollen/aliens made them do it for
no_true_pair Yeah, I'm returning quite late to these prompts I've been meaning to write...
Next up, who cursed Adair, and why? Stay tuned for a badly written investigation. =P
Dictation is interesting (I dictated part of this fic halfway asleep with my eyes closed XDDD) but I don't think my mic is good enough for this, and my house is rarely quiet, haha. (And I just so happened to be sick this past week, so I might have skewed the dictation...) I thought it was pretty fascinating that this was the style I defaulted to when speaking out loud. I did have to go back and finish the fic by typing some of it out though, so this wasn't entirely the product of dictation. But imagine dictating this fic of all fics out loud. OTL. What was I thinking.
I've been playing this LSK fan game where you basically pair Sun off with all of the other holy knights. That has definitely affected this fic. XD;; Also, this can be thought of as an AU of part 29 of Bittersweet Sweetness...
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