Spoottedfyre: Wow XD Cool, glad you were able to follow along with the story somewhat, we've been trying to make it so that a fan of either fandom can somewhat follow along with the story without having to know the other fandom as well XD But we are glad you enjoyed it and even left a review, that's very kind of you UWU And oh my gosh! Another Boritosh shipper!

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Thank you for the review as always! It means so much to have your feedback on this fic :3 I hope Akatosh's character isn't too OOC, though perhaps I'm just too used to writing Grumpitosh ;p And I ship Boris and Akatosh so much, you cannot believe uwu


It was a late afternoon period when Akatosh finally woke up, feeling a million times better, yet groaning a little as he realized his arm had fallen asleep from laying on it for so long. He moved to get off of it, and then turned over to see if the mask was still there on the nightstand, only to bat his brown eyes a little as he saw it was gone and in it's place was a pair of black and blue checkered pants, and a black long-sleeved shirt.

He blushed faintly to himself when he realized Joker must have left him clothes, and questioned himself inwardly as to why his cheeks felt warm, sitting up in bed only to feel a bit dazed from doing so. He must have been asleep for a long, long while... He recovered from his faint feeling of vertigo, only to slip out of bed to start changing his clothes, sliding the pajamas Joker had given him off of his small form.

He was surprised when the clothing on the nightstand fit him perfectly, and even more surprised that Joker knew his size, but was grateful nonetheless. He glanced down and smiled a bit to himself as he noticed a pair of black boots next to the bed, before he slid them on, the shoes fitting perfectly.

He supposed today was as good as a day to start exploring, so he picked up Baurus's katana that had been graciously left next to the shoes, but he supposed that before he could start exploring that he might as well thank Joker for taking such good care of him when he was ill, so he began to walk out of the room, his hair suffering a nasty case of bedhead, but it wasn't like he noticed.

After a short walk, he made it out to the Circus and noticed White, who had been discussing a few things with some clowns, and Akatosh, being the polite son of a bitch he was, waited patiently for him to finish his conversation. Once the clowns walked away, Akatosh wandered over to the redhead with a smile on his lips, greeting him with a "Good morning."

White craned his head back at Akatosh, before he immediately brightened up with a grin and nodded. "Yes, but it's afternoon I'm afraid," he said playfully, making Akatosh's cheeks tint in a slight pink when he noticed his mistake. "O-oh, yeah.." He mumbled awkwardly, before he jolted back a bit as he felt White's hand suddenly begin to comb through his messy brown locks of hair, making his eyes widen very much.

"U-um-" He tried to stutter out something in response, but then relaxed at how comforting it made him feel, to have someone just care for him a little. "Your hair was a mess... Don't worry, dear stranger, I shall take care of it," White murmured calmly, his smile having a certain kindness to it that made Akatosh falter a bit, before he stepped back. "N-no, I can take care of it myself, thank you." The small brunet then began to comb his hair out using his tiny hands. Well, mainly tiny in comparison to Joker's. Eh, Akatosh was about the size of a short woman and Joker was rather tall, so it wasn't surprising that their height difference was so noticeable.

White raised his eyebrows a bit at that, but he nodded and smiled. "Yes, of course," he said calmly, knowing Akatosh wouldn't appreciate the help if he offered it again, so he waited patiently for him to finish fixing his hair up before he finally spoke up once more. "Did you need something?" The Jester asked, and received a nod in response. "Y-yeah, I wanted to thank you." Akatosh wondered why he couldn't stop stuttering so much, but he stopped questioning himself as he heard Joker laugh a bit, said laugh making him smile a little shyly. "There isn't a need to thank me," White said cheerfully, "You were too sick to go out on your own, let alone to go sleep in the woods."

"I know, but... Thank you," Akatosh said again, only to have White shake his head and chuckle a little once more, a bit of color tinting Akatosh's cheeks from the sound. "Don't mention it," Joker replied with, before he mused for a moment. "But... Well, I suppose if you're so adamant on thanking me, you can make it up to me. Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Akatosh's heart stopped for a moment before it skipped a beat, and his cheeks blazed red in an instant. He reached his hands up to hide his blush, feeling the heat on his skin, and then, finally, he meet White's gaze, having avoided it thus far. "A… a d-date?" He wished he hadn't stuttered so badly, but he couldn't help the trips in his words.

White raised his brow before he smirked at Akatosh's flustered reaction. "Yes, a date. Why are your cheeks so red, Akatosh?" He asked in a slightly teasing way, reaching over to him and poking the smaller man's nose.

Akatosh looked away at that, and he covered his face as much as he could, but the blush had since spread over to the rest of his features. "Why would you want to go on a date with me?" He ignored the question asked of him, managing to keep the stutter out of his voice with difficulty. "I really don't see why not," was Joker's reply, making Akatosh's face feel like it was burning at this point. "You look lovely when you blush, by the by," he added, thinking this outsider truly was something.

That, of course, only caused him to blush harder, and his own words caught in his throat and were choked down by empty stutters and stammers, until he closed his eyes tightly for a moment, needing to calm down to properly get ahold of how stunned and embarrassed he was. Finally, he opened his eyes again, hiding underneath his eyelashes and bangs. "O-okay." It was the first intelligible word he had gotten in for a while, and he was even more surprised at himself.

But… Martin…

His blush went down, and his eyebrows furrowed softly. He needed to get over Martin, not cling to him. There was a difference between remembering the man and his legacy and simply not letting go. "I- I would like that." He said this more confidently, and as his blush started to die down more, he offered Joker a calmer smile. He barely knew Joker, but Joker had been there for him on multiple occasions, and he didn't have anything to lose by going out with him. Even if things didn't work out, it could be fun.

The Jester grinned even more at that, but he then reached out to Akatosh to take his hand, holding it in his own. "Very well then, is there any place you'd like to go? Maybe to get something to eat?" He asked calmly, wondering what type of date Akatosh would much rather have fun on.

The brunet looked down at their hands, anticipating the feeling of wanting to pull away, but it didn't come. His hand almost fit perfectly in Joker's, feeling warm and soft against Joker's palm. "I wouldn't mind getting food," he finally said, and he kept his hand in White's. It felt unnatural to him, to hold another's hand, but it made him a little happy to. As much as he tricked himself into thinking he was better off without any company, any friends, he knew just as well that he didn't want to be alone like he was. Just this little gesture made him feel less alone.

"Very well then," the redheaded clown just said ever so joyfully, only before he snapped his fingers with his other hand to make the season change, the air almost immediately becoming chilly. "Shall we?" He asked politely, letting go of Akatosh's hand to offer him his arm instead, just ever so playfully grinning as if this was all very much amazingly great.

A small part of him missed the hand he had been holding, but Akatosh took Joker's arm instead, and he nodded. "Of course." His voice was soft and quiet, and he felt unsure, but he knew it would be the best for him to try to enjoy this date.

Akatosh hadn't even ever been on a date before. He had had a short life, and the farthest he had gotten into romance was a few nights of stargazing and a sad, single kiss. Trying to save the world from an Oblivion invasion hadn't left much time for romantic outings between him and Martin. And while he had planned to pursue something with that man, even if he was ought to be the emperor and had to have a mistress to carry on his bloodline, and was to be given the responsibility of the entirety of Cyrodiil, Akatosh had been determined to figure it out. The first and only person he had loved had loved him back, and he wouldn't have let go of that love if Martin hadn't let go first.

It wasn't the time to think about that, and he knew it. He walked down the path leading away from the circus with the much taller man, and his mind stopped drifting. "I don't know why you would want to take me out like this," he finally said. "Unless if it really is just out of interest?" He didn't hold accusation in his voice. He wasn't romantically interested in this man himself, which was only fair, accounting for how short of a time they had known each other. But this was good for him.

"I'm interested, yes. If I wasn't I wouldn't have asked you in the first place, now would I?" He said playfully, before he reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind Akatosh's ear, thinking his face needed to show more. "Besides, you're rather cute for a man.. I'd love to get to know you more, so mysterious you are, my dear stranger," he murmured in a jesting way, when really, the only reason he wanted to go on a real date with Akatosh was due to odder reasons. He was tired of other role holders taking the outsiders before any fun could be had with them. So, really, Joker just wanted to see if he could make Akatosh like him enough to a point he wouldn't be taken away by another role holder who oh-so-romantically stole his heart or anything…

As they started to walk on the trail, it got colder and colder, snow now covering the ground in beautiful white sheets. It was enough to make Akatosh shiver a little and almost instinctively huddle against Joker's arm, receiving a kind grin from the man who stopped walking, only to take off his jacket and to offer it to him, having noticed this poor outsider had gotten cold.

Joker was met by a pair of wide brown eyes, and then an appreciative smile, Akatosh sliding his arms through the sleeves of the coat and tugging it close against his form. The thing was large on him, just as large as White's hat had been, but the oversized apparel only provided him with more warmth. "Thank you," he said, softly, and he only walked beside Joker this time around instead of taking his hand or arm, huddling into the man's coat and watching as winter took over the scenery around them both.

Snow crunched under his leather-bound boots, and it was a satisfying feeling to crush the hard-packed ice beneath his heels, White's jacket keeping the chills of the cold air away from him. His breath appeared as wisps of white, but only for mere seconds before blending into the rest of the world. A large town came into sight after a small while of walking, and White eventually lead the smaller man to a warm, cozy café, one that actually made it feel like it wasn't below freezing outside. It was relaxing to be out of the cold, and Joker made sure Akatosh kept warm the entire time seeing as it was pretty chilly.

Akatosh smiled softly as they were inside, a last shiver running down his spine. He stuck with Joker until they got to a table, and he couldn't help but stare a little at their surroundings. It was just a simple, small restaurant, and it shouldn't have been as strange to him as it was, but everything in the simple town they were in was drastically different than anything he would ever see in Cyrodiil. It was just the slightly advanced architecture, the brighter lights and better clothes, the simple things that his medieval little world would have gushed over. He didn't know if it all made up for the lack of magicka in this world, the fantasy creatures and mystical adventures he was yet to come across in Wonderland, but he couldn't help but stare nonetheless.

He gave a gentle grin to Joker, but quickly glanced down afterwards, regarding the menu before him. Already, as he picked it up, some heat rose to his cheeks. He wouldn't know half of the food items on here, or drinks, even if he could read, but the fact that he couldn't made Akatosh all the more embarrassed. Ordering water couldn't fail him, at the very least. The slightly flustered look earned a smirk from White, who said nothing about it, simply reading his menu after that. Once a polite-looking faceless waitress came to their table, White immediately began to order, getting a cup of hot chocolate for Akatosh, and a cup of coffee for himself, seeing as they both needed hot drinks to warm up. He ordered food after that as well, and gave Akatosh a chuckle once the waitress walked away. "You shouldn't order for yourself, don't worry," he said reassuringly, yet cheerful at the same time. Was this man never unhappy?

Akatosh felt relieved at that, and it was obvious, nodding softly as the start of a genuine smile warmed up over his face. It didn't last for long, faltering slightly as he glanced away out of some sort of shyness, but when he spoke, his voice held a tone of excited curiosity in it. "What's hot chocolate? And coffee?" They didn't have any drinks of the sort back at Cyrodiil. He didn't know whether it was because of Tamriel itself, or simply because of his lack of experience at everything. Akatosh hoped it was the first one, but he supposed it didn't matter either way.

"You'll just have to find out," Joker chuckled, before he rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned on the table a little. "So, tell me about yourself. People usually do that on dates, correct?" He asked, just to mess with him a little, but he was curious at least.

He glanced away once more, feeling increasingly nervous with the full force of White's gaze on him. The Breton didn't know exactly why he was so nervous. He could handle crowds of people, could handle villages at a time, could handle the planes of Oblivion; yet, somehow, this single man was the one to make him feel uneasy. "I- I wouldn't kn-know," he said, trying to hide his bashfulness, but his voice revealed how flustered he was in the shy way of its tone, as if it wasn't obvious enough. "This is the first d-date I've been on." Joker was greeted with an embarrassed gaze as he looked back up to face the man, purposely avoiding what Joker had asked of him initially.

The answer got a snort from Joker, yet before he could say much, two coffee cups were brought to the table; though one had a sweeter aroma coming from it, and some whipped cream and marshmallows on the top, not to mention the small amount of sprinkles on it as well. White then scooted it over to Akatosh and gave him a large grin, the sweet and relaxing drink looking a bit cute. "I'm glad to know that then," he finally said to him, all of Joker's attention seeming to be focused on the small brunet.

Akatosh looked down at the drink in slight surprise, and Joker was answered with a little nod, but his attention had been diverted already to what he had been brought. He picked up the cup in his hands, relieved at its warmth, and he held it up to his lips, taking a tentative sip. At first, the liquid was hot, and it threatened to scorch his lips and tongue, but the coolness of the whipped cream balanced out the heat, and the sweetness of the hot chocolate brought him a smile. He enjoyed how it made soft warmness pool into the pit of his stomach and caused his heart to happily buzz, and he put the drink down after a few more sips and a lot less whipped cream, waiting for it to cool before he was to have more.

"I love it," he said, smiling a little more, and some whipped cream hung over his top lip like a frilly white mustache that he was all the none wiser about, his fingers wrapped around the cup to keep its heat. The sight made Joker a bit surprised, before the jester's smile returned, if not a bit more slyly this time.

He reached over and softly ran his thumb over Akatosh's lip, cleaning the whipped cream from his face, before bringing it to his own lips and licking it off, trying to not make a small face at its sweetness. His counterpart had more of a sweet tooth than him...

Akatosh's eyes watched the scene in a stupefied manner, widening with his surprise, and he had to let go of the warm styrofoam cup to hold his hands up to his cheeks, wanting to hide their color from White behind his palms seeing as he had sported a red tomato face for the majority of today. "Th-thank you." He stammered slightly at the beginning of his thanks and looked away from Joker afterwards, softly fanning his face to try to cool the heat on his skin.

"No, thank you, dear Akatosh," Joker replied with slyly, smirking a little more, but remaining calm nonetheless. Akatosh was so cute and fun to fluster… Joker liked it. "I'm sure your lips taste just as sweet, or maybe even more so," he added, just to mess with him a little. White was curious as ever, and he wanted to know what this little man's reaction would be to being flirted with. This was so fun, he couldn't believe it!

Akatosh gave Joker a horrified look, but it was somewhat obstructed by the bright red that flooded over his otherwise pale skin, even staining the tips of his ears in a soft pink. "P-pr-probably n-not," he stammered out, completely unprepared for flirts, of all things. Akatosh would usually have handled this much more calmly, would have handled this entire date with a few more ounces of maturity, but he was completely caught off guard the moment he had woken up. Martin hadn't flirted with him before- but he didn't want to think about Martin anymore!

By the Nine. He didn't have the ability to form a single coherent sentence at this point.

White chuckled a little, before his chuckle turned into a laugh, not able to contain it anymore. "Oh my, you truly are amusing~. Your reactions are so cute and entertaining," he said playfully, only before he took one of Akatosh's hands in one of his owns, starting to play with his fingers a bit. This really was quite a sight... And Joker wasn't even surprised, really, when faceless began to glance over to him. Him, one of the most powerful role holders, just flirting with a random man shamelessly. White had no problems with this whatsoever.

His hand twitched a little in Joker's grasp, but he didn't move it away. Gradually did his wide-eyed expression lose its level of extremity, and he felt his face begin to cool down as the intense heat left it, but the smile he provided was shaky and flustered, completely oblivious to the few glances they were receiving. Akatosh didn't truly know what to say to Joker, too flustered to come up with something worthwhile enough to answer him with, but he hoped Joker didn't mind as he kept his gaze away out of shyness, which of course the Jester didn't mind one bit, it just earning a little grin.

Their food came to the table eventually, it smelling mouthwatering and delicious, yet White only took small bites at a time, just keeping his main focus on the brunet outsider across from him, while Akatosh didn't notice White's gaze as he ate until finally glancing up. As soon as he did, his face felt even hotter than it had this whole time. At least he wasn't cold any longer. "C-can I help you?"

Joker tilted his head curiously, acting rather innocent, as if he hadn't been staring at the shorter man all this time. He said nothing, shaking his head simply with a smile, which made Akatosh furrow his eyebrows, but he looked back down at his half finished plate and continued to eat, sipping on his hot cocoa now and then.

When he was finished, he pushed his plate away and looked back up at Joker, only to discover that the man was still staring at him. He nervously smiled, glancing away after that before glancing back, as if expecting Joker to have looked away, but, of course, he hadn't. Finally, he frowned. "Y...you..."

A raise of his eyebrows. "Me?"

Akatosh nodded, his voice failing him, and he looked down at his hands as they settled in his lap. "...y-you're staring at me..."

The redheaded jester laughed a little bit at this before he nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes I am," he said bluntly, just to rest his cheek in his hand as he stared at him with even more intensity than before, just smirking like a sly motherfucker.

Akatosh frowned, but it was a frown of embarrassment. "Wh-why?" He almost demanded the word, before shrinking back slightly, overly flustered.

White seemed like he could not grin any more than he already was, and he just chuckled and replied with a simple "Why not?" His amusement was able to be heard in his voice, and visibly seen on his face, meanwhile Akatosh shifted a little under the intense stare Joker put him under.

The Breton pouted softly, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive way. "Because it's- it's not something you do at all, when- when you're on a date- I mean, at least, I think, I- why would you even at all, it's- it's-!" He gave up, dissolving into thick stammers, which made White laugh a little. "Are all outsiders this adorable?" He asked with a sly smile, leaning on the table just a bit as if to get a better view of him. He liked messing with this man, it was interesting.

Akatosh's eyes widened, and then he was impersonating a tomato as his face popped into a bright red color. "N-n-not-! Not! No!" He waved his hands around a little, before using them to cover his face. "No... Not- no..." It was all he could manage, practically a puddle of embarrassment. Laughter immediately filled the café, making many faceless people look over to them with confusion and curiosity as White was just laughing ever so loudly. "Oh my goodness, it's true!" He exclaimed, just seeming ever so amused at how cute this smaller man was.

He hid his face in his arms, making a small, distressed little noise, before finally, he tugged on White's hand, his eyes resembling that of a puppy's. "...stop..." Akatosh murmured the word in utter bashfulness, feeling as if he might die.

This made White immediately smile and shake his head, just taking the brunet's hand and placing the smallest kiss to the back of it. "No, you're far too cute," he murmured, just toying with him to get a reaction out of him at this point.

Akatosh puffed out his cheeks, shyly taking back his hand. "Not! I'm not!" He stood up from his chair, then, his face entirely red, and then he was tripping, growing closer and closer to the ground in his haphazard attempt to flee from his nervousness, but Joker had held his hand too tightly for him to do so. "I'm sorry, but you are," he laughed out, scrunching his nose up in a goofy way. He wondered how flustered he could make this outsider be.

The brunet stared at Joker for a long, long time, slowly forcing the redness to fade from his face, and he managed to make most of his blush die down, before his hand reached out, clamping over Joker's mouth. "St...stop... talking..." He glanced away with a flustered expression in his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh, and then his other hand, still holding Joker's, tugged at it slightly. "Leave... please... Let's go..." He managed a nervous smile, and only that.

White smirked at him, managing a small chuckle, and he pulled out his wallet so he could pay for their meals, which made a faceless waitress come to their table nearly immediately once it had caught her attention, seeing as many people were watching Joker and Akatosh. It was understandable for them to keep their nonexistent eyes on people who actually had said eyes and all. Akatosh didn't truly notice himself, and then they were heading outside.

The cold hit him quite suddenly as they stepped out, and he huddled closer into Joker's jacket for additional warmth. Akatosh looked around at the town, at the snowy roofs and white touched world, at the fogged up windows and flakes of snow getting lost in the hair of everyone passing under them. It was a cozy town, but a cold one, and he found himself huddling closer to Joker as the heat on his face died off. Joker glanced at him, before chuckling, and he drew an arm around Akatosh and pulled him closer as they walked.

After a while, he seemed to realize that they weren't exactly heading towards the circus anymore. "H-hey... where are we going?" He frowned softly, flush against Joker's side, and he blinked as a hand ruffled his hair. It didn't provide him with an answer, but it made him smile, and he forgot the concern for now.

The sounds of laughter and blades against ice could be heard as they approached where Joker meant to take him. It was an ice skating rink, held over a little pond in winter that had frozen over, and faceless dressed in cute fluffy coats or earmuffs or little mittens with large smiles on their faces skated elegantly- or not so elegantly- along an icy surface. It seemed... fun. Akatosh was surprised at the sight, if he was to be honest, never quite having seen anything like it before, and he looked up at Joker as if to ask what the meaning of this all was.

Before he could say a word, however, the jester snapped his fingers, and then Akatosh was slipping, suddenly unable to hold himself up on his feet. White, smiling that cheerful grin he always wore, scooped Akatosh up in his arms, chuckling at the man. The Breton looked down at his feet, feet that seemed a bit heavier, only to discover he was wearing those same bladed shoes everyone else on the ice was. White was, too, and that was made all the more evident as he stepped out into the frozen pond, gliding elegantly across its surface and holding Akatosh close against him.

Out of surprise, his arms wrapped closely around Joker's neck, and Joker smiled and held him even closer against his chest, just leisurely skating around the perimeter of the rink. Akatosh was about to ask what this was all about, before Joker started to lower him, making him cry out. His feet touched the ground as his hands clenched tightly to Joker's arms, his brown eyes ever so wide as his legs tried to give out on him and slip on the slick ice, making a good representation of a newborn deer trying to walk for the first time as he wabbled. White merely laughed cheerfully and kept him close, being Akatosh's only support through this. "J-Joker…" Akatosh had gotten the name out in a slightly unsure way, his voice trembling as much as his legs were, while White just let himself be clung to. "There's no need to be afraid.. Just stop leaning forward so much, and hold onto me. I'll keep you safe," he said in a reassuring voice, which made Akatosh relax in some way.

Eventually, Akatosh's legs steadied, and he smiled a little as he finally accomplished that simple task, only to yelp out as Joker started to skate across the ice slowly, clinging to him even harder. "Wh-what are you-?" The words died in his throat, feeling unsteady and unbalanced and unsure of this all, but he didn't let go of White. Then again, it wasn't as if that would be the smart thing to do in this situation.

Joker laughed a little bit at his cute, failed attempt at a sentence, before he softly took both of Akatosh's hands and made him stop clinging to him. "I'm teaching you how to ice skate," he answered simply, making Akatosh have less support as he only could hold onto Joker's hands now.

The Breton nearly fell right on his ass as he stumbled at the lack of support, and his smaller and thinner fingers clung to Joker's much larger hands, accidentally digging into his skin with how badly he was trying to hold onto the man. "I- I don't- J-joker-!" He couldn't speak at all today, and it was infuriating to him, to say the least, but he was trying his best to stay upright.

Joker laughed, and without warning, he made them slowly turn in a circle, still holding onto the short's hands, which made Akatosh trip as he freaked from the sudden movement. White caught him before he could fall, straightening him out once more, and he took one of Akatosh's hands in his own and wrapped an arm around the smaller's waist, as if they were dancing, now.

"Is this better?" The Breton stared up at him, flakes of snow catching in his hair, his breath showing as it billowed past parted pink lips. Finally, he nodded, his arm gently settling on Joker's shoulder. He watched their feet as they danced along the ice, and slowly, his grasp lessened on White as they went, a sigh pushing out him to calm his nerves.

As White saw his dancing partner was starting to relax, he let the arm fall from around his waist and twirled Akatosh around him, yet he didn't let him drop, despite the panicked shout. Akatosh was pulled back in close to him, and Joker smiled as he watched redness burn across his cheeks. His nose was a bit red, too, from the cold, and he felt so small against Joker, so fragile. White decided he liked the way the Breton's form felt against his own.

"This..." The word died as it left his lips, Akatosh looking about. They had been skating for a while, their dance across the ice, and when his eyes met Joker's one glimmering ruby gaze, he smiled. "This is fun." It caught Joker off guard, like it always did, the genuineness of that grin, the one that made Akatosh's eyes light up like galaxies. His own grin turned softer, and so did his gaze, and he held Akatosh closer than before.


*if attacked by a mob of clowns…

*go for the juggler

*i held a door open for a clown the other day

*i thought it was a nice jester

*alright, well i better stop clowning around

*good gob for making it this far at least