this pairing needs more fics
y'all need to get on that
so here's a drabble while i carefully rewrite revived's earlier chapters
They are complimentary colors in appearance and in spirit, opposites who highlight the best features of one another simply by existing within the same space. They are keys in locks, plugs in outlets, the puzzle pieces right on the edge who fit only to one another (with perhaps the inclusion of a certain teal-furred monotreme). They are made for one another.
Or so Ferb says to himself in the quiet of the night, locking eyes with his own reflection as his fingers shake against the marble counter. He is afraid and ashamed of the feelings which have surfaced in the recent years aside his shining star of a step-brother. And he knows that it isn't step, it's always been brother, but now he acts like their bond is less so his affections can be more.
He wants both. He knows that it isn't possible. You can't be in love with your brother, he tells his reflection. It's one or the other. You have to choose.
And yet… in the back of his mind, he can hear his inner Phineas whispering to him that compromises don't have to be made. He can always have both. He can make it work. He is Ferb Fletcher.
Ferb Flynn-Fletcher.
When he creeps back into their room, Phineas is still fast asleep, dreaming the dreams only a dreamer can know. In his sleeping face there lies the truth; he is oblivious to romance because he is uninterested in it, and there is no sexuality to contend with because there is no sexuality at all. If anyone is open to exploration it is him. He has no internalized taboos, no reservations on love; he is a blank slate with a thirst for knowledge.
Ferb wonders if he could truly maintain what they have alongside what he wants.
He wonders if Phineas would be on board.
As he carefully pulls back the covers, he admires the tone of his fingers against Phineas's flesh, amazed by the perfect lines marking his brother's summer tan. He never takes his shirt off. He should; he is a gorgeous creature, worthy of being looked upon, especially by the sun.
Phineas stirrs as Ferb curls up against his back, then flips over as the covers fall back upon both of their bodies. He meets Ferb's eyes with a tired but unsurprised gaze. He asks, in his quiet sleepy-voice, if Ferb has had a bad dream.
With his heart pounding in his throat, Ferb replies that he hasn't yet slept, and he merely thinks they might both sleep better together. They are complimentary. Their dreams will be more vivid when combined.
Phineas thinks this is a brilliant idea, and in moments he is curled against his brother's body, unhindered by fears of being too affectionate because there is no limit to his affection for Ferb.
It's a start, Ferb thinks as he kisses his brother's forehead and holds him close.
And even if it is also the end, he thinks he could live with it. They are perfect together no matter how "together" they are.
They fit.