My rambling- I mean author's notes are in the end of the chapter.
I also like to call this "how Flynn managed to ruin perfectly fluffy scene".
Warnings: See the first chapter.
Pairings: Flynn and Yuri sitting in a tree... k-i-s-s-i-n-g~
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Vesperia.
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Failed Dish part one
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Commandant Flynn Scifo's personal journal – First entry
It should be notified that this was fully Lady Estellise's idea and I tried my best to resist it – Commandant's work includes more writing than is necessary, thank you very much – but unfortunately, her highness has already given me this journal and it would be a waste not to use it.
Sadly, I'll use it in slightly alternative things than Lady Estellise's suggested, so if your Highness is reading this, please forgive me. I also beg you not to read this.
P.S: Yuri, if you're reading this, it should be noted that I do not blame you for anything so please don't make me sleep on couch. Again.
P.P.S: To my currently unborn child, if this journal has somehow fallen into your hands, please don't tell your mom. I'll buy you some candy if you do that, okay?
P.P.P.S: Yes Yuri, I called you mom and will continue doing so. Probably, writing it is much less scarier than saying it to your face.
Now, onto to the moment that made me to start writing this...
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'The monster population around Halure has increased five point eight percent, mayor has requested more Imperial forces to protect the town.. accept,' Flynn stifled a yawn as he signed the paper.
"and to the next one..." the blonde knight muttered aloud and reached for the next file. 'Lord Johnson the Third demands the Imperial knights to do something about the hot weather- decline,' he made a cross over the paper, the corner of his right eye twitching slightly. Just what the knights could do about the weather?
Feeling annoyance rising up inside him, Flynn decided to take a quick break. He needed himself to be calm and collected during work, to make sure that his own personal feelings wouldn't interfere his decisions as a commandant. And, to be fair, he had been sitting inside the office for five hours straight with no breaks, doing nothing but paperwork – he was allowed to take a small pause, right?
Sighing, the commandant let his gaze wander around his desk. Azure eyes landed on a dark looking journal that Flynn had left on his desk the day before. Since it was the newest and thus most interesting object within his reach, the blonde knight picked it up to have a closer look. There wasn't much to examined – the covers were made of dark leather and empty pages were pure white.
Still, it made Flynn feel slightly flustered, mainly because of reason he was given this journal. Yesterday, during his lunch break, Lady Estellise had entered Flynn's office with the book and had told him how some men kept a diary during their wife's pregnancy as a way to memorize the events.
"It is truly a nice idea!" the pink-haired princess had stated. "Imagine how you would read it in the future and think of how things turned out to be!"
While Flynn did agree that it was nice idea and all, he wasn't quit sure if it was his thing.
'Still...' the commandant thought. 'it would be a waste not to use it...'
Just seconds after Flynn placed the journal back to its original place, the door flew open and a certain raven-haired man barged in. "Yo," Yuri greeted his lover as he entered the commandant's office. Surprisingly, Repede wasn't with him.
"Hello to yourself," Flynn rolled his blue eyes. Yuri may have given up of climbing windows – thanks to the baby – but there was still work to be done on knocking and such things. "How are you?" he added worriedly, after remembering how ill Yuri had been last time they met.
"I spent the whole morning puking my guts out, what can you deduce from that?" the pregnant man replied dryly. "Fortunately, Junior has enough common sense to keep the morning sickness as such – and not as all-day-around-sickness. That's good for him – or her – too, since it means that they won't be grounded for the first ten years of their lives."
"Yuri you can't ground the baby!" Flynn chuckled. "I'm sure that he doesn't mean to make you feel miserable and besides, aren't you being little unfair here? The baby is currently about the same size as a pea and is kinda not able to argue back."
"But that's the best part, Goldilocks!" the swordsman threw his hands on the air with a smirk on his face. "the kid can't argue back, meaning that I'm automatically right – it makes perfect sense."
"Of course Yuri, whatever you say," the blonde commandant said, amused glint in his blue eyes. The annoyance and stress that had been building inside him were slowly vanishing as Flynn kept staring at Yuri with a faint smile on his face.
"Anyways, I actually have a reason for coming here," the raven-haired man leaned against Flynn's desk. "Hank helped me with our search for an apartment and there was this one place that fits our needs perfectly."
This gained the knight's full attention. "Really?" he asked. About a week after Yuri told the shocking news, they had started discussing about getting a house together. Now, a month later, there had been little success in their search. It was mainly because they wanted a house near the market district – which was only a small distance away from Noble quarters. Flynn would have been okay with any location but as a Commandant of the Imperial Knights, he needed to remain close to the castle in case of emergencies.
Of course, the Noble quarters would have been most idealistic for a living place but the thought of Yuri living there was enough to make Flynn shudder.
"Yeah, seems like the old geezer has some connections," Yuri laughed. The market district was the most popular living area and any vacant houses had more than one buyer. Of course, Flynn could always use his 'Commandant' card and even kick people out of their houses but the chances of him doing such a disgraceful act were lesser than zero. "Apparently, one of his old buddies has decided to pursue his dream of becoming a pirate and thus needs to sell his house. Two-floors high, with four rooms and all the luxuries, sounds good?"
"Sounds perfect," Flynn answered with a smile. It was funny how things have turned out, he thought. After hearing that he was going to become a father, Flynn had been – with no better words to describe the feeling – afraid. He wasn't used to domestic life – the thought still made him feel slightly unsure.
Adrenalin, fighting, the matter of life and death – those were the things Flynn knew and was familiar with. But now... having a child felt like the most natural things – even if it made him nervous and unsure of himself.
Suddenly, a question popped in Flynn's mind. "Did Hank suspect anything?" the blonde man asked. Yuri hadn't wanted to tell the folks from Lower quarter about his condition, claiming that it would be better to tell when he was showing. While Flynn wasn't quite following Yuri's logic, he respected the swordsman's decision – as long as Yuri would emphasize that it had been fully his idea.
"Nah, just told me that it's about time," the pregnant man rolled his coal colored eyes. "He also said that we can go to take look at the place tomorrow, so how about it?"
"Hmm... I'm not quite sure if I can make it," Flynn sighed. He noticed that Yuri's shoulders dropped slightly, which made him feel even worse. It wasn't often when Flynn regretted his position as a commandant – it had been his goal as long as he could remember and something he was damn proud of – but the last few weeks had been like a slow wake-up call from reality. His job as a leader of the Imperial knights meant that he would help people – from people he would never meet to those he disliked – and that job was time consuming and stressful. And soon, there would be a person who also needed his help on deeper level than those faceless masses of people Flynn helped as his job. Helping that person would also be time consuming and occasionally even stressful.
And then there was Yuri, whom Flynn wanted to support with all strength he had yet quite couldn't because of his job.
Just how is he going to able to do all three at the same time?
Feeling like fifty years older than he really was, Flynn stood up from his seat quietly and approached Yuri. The raven-haired man didn't have time to even blink when Flynn smacked their lips together. The knight knew that it was a pathetic way to apologize, but he had never been able to voice his feelings and fears aloud. All he could do was to hope that Yuri realized those things from the kiss.
Yuri answered to the kiss almost immediately and Flynn did his best not to smile against his lover's mouth. He was lucky to have a lover who could understand his actions. It took a while until the couple broke apart, because of their need of air. Taking a firm grasp on Yuri's slender waist, Flynn buried his head in the nape of Yuri's neck. "I am perfectly fine with anything you want," he muttered against Yuri's skin.
"Oh? So you wouldn't mind moving in Nam Cobanda Isle?" the swordsman laughed, playing with Flynn's golden strands.
"That was a horrible joke and you know it," Flynn scowled, even though his pregnant lover couldn't see it. His hands were slowly moving up from Yuri's waist to his stomach – where their child was currently dwelling.
"I can't believe that a year from now on..." Flynn murmured, his index finger making faint lines against Yuri's midriff. "We will be living together with our child as mom and dad..."
The air suddenly turned cold.
"Excuse me?" Yuri snarled, pushing Flynn violently farther away from himself. "Did you just call me mom?"
The knight, who was silently mourning for the loss of Yuri's warmth, blinked. "Well, you're the pregnant one, aren't you?"
"I still have a dick though!" the guild member replied. "You can be the mom if you want."
"Actually I read that pregnant kritya males will also develop-" the blonde man never had a chance to finish his sentence as Yuri punched him straight into his jaw.
"I dare you to finish that sentence," the pregnant man threatened with ice cold tone. "Now, I think it's time for me to go"
Flynn, who was holding his wounded jaw, only watched as Yuri opened the door. "Oh and Flynn?" Yuri called out just before closing the door after him. "After we move into that new house, you'll be sleeping on the couch."
Still trying to progress what had just happened, Flynn slowly went back to his seat. Silently, he grabbed the nearest pen and Lady Estellise's gift journal and started writing.
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It was after that moment when I realized that these next months wouldn't be easy and that writing might be pretty good idea – this journal would be a place where I can ramble freely without making anyone think less of Yuri – since I am certain that this journal's content will be quite embarrassing for both Yuri and I...
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Couple days and twenty journal entries later...
'Stupid stupid stupid!' Flynn thought as he entered his office. His heart almost jumped out of his throat when Flynn noticed his personal journal wide open on his desk – besides having closed it before leaving the room.
"Oh no!" he groaned. Writing in that journal was something Flynn did during his lunch breaks but today the council had suddenly kept an emergency meeting – which had made him forget to put the journal away.
And now someone had read it.
The commandant picked it up and started investigating it. To his surprise, somebody had crossed the words ''Commandant Flynn Scifo's personal journal'' and wrote ''Flynn Scifo's Survival Log'' next to it. Flynn stared at the words, dumbstruck and almost didn't notice a small piece of paper peeking out between the pages.
The knight pulled the paper piece out, his eyebrows shooting up as he read the words: There's booze under your desk. My treat.
Flynn blinked and cautiously peeked under his desk. Indeed, there was a bottle of Dahngrest's finest vodka.
Flynn felt like he had just gained a guardian angel.
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Yuri will always be a mommy in my messed up head.
I reeeeally, dislike this chapter. But I kinda had to force myself writing it because I needed to give you guys a taste of Flynn's painful life.
And now to the announcements: The next chapter will have lemon because pregnancy makes women (and Yuri) horny.
The next chapter of Steps away from Heaven (I'd rather be with you) will come out soon! I had some minor problems with it, but I promise to get that damned fic done. And I have also been writing a new ToV fic but the possibility of me publishing it are about fifty per cent.
I don't remember what else I was suppose to say here... Well, I'll leave you to wonder what kritya men develop during their pregnancies.
