Altverse fic: Admission
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mindcrackloveNew fic time! Usual disclaimers apply - ie; this is all made up. Contains sap, schmoop and Vetches. For new readers, Zisteau is human but typically wears a zombie-pigman-patterned hoodie. Kurt looks much like RL Kurt, dressed like his avatar. Most other characters follow the same pattern. The 'mindcrack' server is it's own world.
Edit: And thankyou to Theropod for the advance look-seeing. :D
Altverse fic list
Perceptions
A Journey Taken Together - by our lovely mod.
Learning to Fly
Quiet
Advice
Silly/Serious - OOG sidestory by Crystalllized.
Honesty
Questions and Answers
Home (snippet)
***
It was entirely within habit for Vechs to drop in unannounced, so Zisteau could only grin when the Lens doors popped open to greet him with muttered grumbling about why did he have to live so damn high up and the lack of Creative Mode allowed on the server.
A small floating shape bounced in behind him, glomping itself to Zisteau's shoulder with a happy chirp.
Nobody was quite sure what WhiteText actually was. It was round and cute, it floated along on tiny wings and could project words into the air. MC had once described it as a cross between a live anime smiley face and Link's Fairy. It was very friendly though, and chirruped happily when Zisteau scratched the top of its head. The words "Yay! :D" sparkled in the air for a moment.
Vechs sank into a chair with a sigh. "Man, I would love to know whose wonderful idea it was for me to take on one of my own maps, particularly the one I was on commission to make extra hard and evil. I'd give that guy a piece of my mind."
Zisteau chuckled. WhiteText finally unglued itself from his shoulder and flitted to the back of Vechs' seat, where it curled into a tiny ball and promptly began to snore quietly.
"So, is this business or just a social visit?"
"You could say it's some of both." Vechs grinned and pulled a slim data drive from one of his pockets. "Here, the full beta-ready schematics for Inferno Mines. I've been reworking a few areas to balance all the new goodies we've been given to play with lately."
Zisteau took the drive with a grin of his own. "Well, it's about time, I was starting to think you'd been slacking off. Honestly, Vetches." He shook his head in mock disappointment.
"Hey, I'll have you know that I've put more hours into this than any other map I've made. You guys keep coming up with new tricks that I have to stay one step ahead of." Vechs tapped the side of his head for emphasis. "Preferably three or four steps, in fact."
"Ha. So what else can I do for you, other than help establish that your latest plans are suitably evil?" Zisteau sat back in his chair.
"Yeah... do you have any plans for the weekend? I'm taking a short trip and wanted to ask for the pleasure of your company." His eyes twinkled with mischief. Vechs had never been particularly subtle in his intentions and Zisteau had no doubts as to exactly what he was offering.
He smiled apologetically and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to leave you to your own pleasure."
"Aw." Vechs pouted slightly, more for effect than anything. "So what's up?"
"I'm seeing someone."
"Ooooh." He raised an interested eyebrow, any disappointment quickly forgotten. "Anyone I know?"
"I don't think you've met him personally, no."
"Well come on then, who? Spill it Zistykins, I want details!"
Zisteau chuckled, mildly surprised his friend hadn't either heard something through his extensive grapevine or worked it out himself already. "Okay... it's Kurt."
"Kurt? Your old UHC team-mate? The guy who walks?"
Zisteau laughed out loud. "Yes, the guy who walks." He smiled to himself, wondering what Kurt would make of that, even though it was pretty accurate.
Vechs grinned. "Well, that's a surprise. Is it serious?"
Zisteau paused, turning the question over slowly in his mind. Over the previous weeks his and Kurt's relationship had grown and deepened, and they'd both known at the start it wasn't going to be a casual thing.
"Yeah." he answered, more softly than he really meant to.
His friend raised an eyebrow again. Zisteau gave him a withering look, shaking his head resignedly when Vechs laughed.
"Ha, sorry, I've just never seen you looking so... sappy. It must be love." He grinned.
He chose not to remark further when Zisteau changed the subject. Both of them chose to ignore the little "<3" floating by WhiteText.
*****
That Saturday evening, Zisteau stood outside the Observatory door, bottle of wine in hand - a rather nice red that he'd probably spent too long selecting. Well, this was an official date after all. He knocked and waited, smiling to himself as he remembered Kurt's slightly shy offer to cook dinner. The door opened a short moment later - the man in question had obviously been pacing just behind it.
"Does it look weird?" Kurt asked anxiously, running a hand over his head. He'd recently made the decision to buzz his hair down, as a challenge to himself on reaching a milestone in his popular charity donation drive. Privately, he'd admitted to hating that he was going a bit thin on top and wanted to kick himself up the arse to do something about it.
Zisteau smiled. "No, it really suits you. Actually... kinda badass."
Kurt laughed and motioned him to come in. "Flatterer. Um, you didn't have to dress up, you know."
Zisteau glanced down at his suit and shrugged. "I know." He smiled softly. "Neither did you."
Kurt blushed, not quite holding back a smile of his own. He wasn't going to admit just how long he'd spent getting ready, scrubbing himself squeaky clean in the shower and pressing his suit until it was perfect. New shirt and tie.
There was no obvious reason why this night should have given him such butterflies. Kurt was a great deal more comfortable with himself than he used to be. He was still fairly shy and given to overthinking things, but his confidence was better. Still, something about tonight felt different. Their relationship was going well - in fact, it was going very well. The time they spent together, limited by work, always felt far too short. He was happier and calmer around Zisteau than he had ever felt around anyone.
Well, calmer in some ways. Zisteau's hand brushing over his buzzed hair made him feel anything but calm. Yet, he didn't want that feeling to go away. Even if it did make him think of those hands possibly in other places, and that was a whole other conversation they hadn't quite managed to have yet, beyond soft reassurances from Zisteau each time Kurt guiltily pulled back whenever things got too physical. Kurt found himself beyond grateful yet again for the other man's patience and understanding.
I need to at least tell him why, as much as I can explain it myself. It's not because I don't want to... it's just been a long time.
Kurt suddenly opened his eyes, unaware he'd even closed them, to find Zisteau smiling softly at him. He dropped the hand that had been stroking his head and offered the bottle of wine. Feeling slightly foolish for zoning out like that, Kurt accepted it with a shy smile.
"C'mon, dinner's almost ready."
*****
An hour later, feeling thoroughly contented and full, Zisteau leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. Kurt smiled, refilling their wine glasses.
"So I take it you enjoyed?"
Zisteau grinned. "I think I can honestly say that was the best spagettii and meatballs I have ever eaten."
Kurt blushed. "Well, they do say food tastes better outdoors."
"I have heard that. And this - " He gestured widely around them, to the balcony where they sat in the open air, the reddish glow of the sunset spreading over the horizon - "... it does make for a wonderful ambiance. But even if it makes great food better, it still had to be great to start with." Zisteau grinned as Kurt shook his head, chuckling softly.
Zisteau slowly reached across the table and took Kurt's hand in his, gently twining their fingers together.
"And the amazing company doesn't hurt, either." He added softly.
Kurt blushed an even deeper shade of pink, smiling shyly. Zisteau had the sudden urge to sweep him into his arms and kiss him breathless.
Wait... where did that come from? When did I start imagining ridiculous romantic cliches? I'm... no, I know why. I know exactly why. I knew this was a possibility, and it still feels like I'm being knocked sideways. Is this too much, too fast? It doesn't feel like it... it feels right. But... will it be too much for him, if I tell him now?
Kurt cleared his throat quietly. "Um, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about. I need to say something. It's... ah, well, awkward." He gripped Zisteau's hand a little tighter in both of his, as though nervous that the other man would suddenly back away.
Zisteau placed his other hand over their joined ones. "You know you can tell me anything."
Kurt looked down at their hands, finding the contact reassuring. "I know, it's just... ah, well, about us... and how we haven't... uh, y'know... done anything that's particularly... physical." He blushed more than ever.
"That's okay. I'm not in a hurry, and I'm not going anywhere."
Kurt's eyes flicked up, and a small smile tugged at a corner of his mouth.
"It's just... it's been a long time. Really a long time. And I feel all sort of out of practice and not used to... dealing with it. And I know that sounds sort of ridiculous but I just didn't want you to think I didn't want to. And even if you weren't I still wanted to tell you because I thought you deserved to hear it."
Zisteau squeezed his hands gently. "That makes sense."
"Really?" Kurt looked doubtful.
"Really." Zisteau smiled softly. "Thank you, for telling me. It means a lot that you did that."
"Why?"
"Because I know you found it awkward, but you still wanted to bring it up so you know that I know, and I appreciate that."
"You're starting to sound like me."
They both laughed softly. Zisteau's thumb traced a gentle, endless circle on the back of Kurt's hand.
Finally, Kurt spoke again. "So, um, with all that in mind... I thought... wondered... if... you'd stay tonight."
*****
Much later, Zisteau lay with his head propped on one hand, and watched Kurt sleep.
Somewhere in his mind, he could hear Vechs ribbing him with jokes about second base. He smiled slightly to himself. Tonight had been about anything but results, in that sense. It wasn't about how far they could go, or achieving oddly-euphemismed sexual markers. Who decided to equate sex with baseball anyway? It meant much more than that. As much as Kurt had blushed with awkwardness when he'd spoken up about the subject, he'd been equally as determined to overcome it. Quietly, with much held breath and bitten lips, and a touch so light it was maddening. It was as much about letting himself go as it was allowing Zisteau closer.
It's amazing, really. I don't think the simple act of allowing someone else to remove your shirt has ever meant as much as it did tonight. We could have been rolling around naked and it wouldn't have felt so intimate. None of this stuff is easy for him, but he wants so much to work on it and overcome it, for us. For me.
Whatever I did to deserve you, Kurt, it wasn't enough.
Settling down into the pillows, Zisteau slipped his arm around Kurt's chest. The other man shifted slightly, murmuring in his sleep, snuggling back against him.
Zisteau pressed his face against Kurt's short fuzzed hair and closed his eyes. He breathed in slowly, feeling the tightening sensation swell in his chest. Vechs had been right. There would be a time to confess to the man in his arms, but not yet. For now, there was only the softest whisper.
"I love you."
Edit: And thankyou to Theropod for the advance look-seeing. :D
Altverse fic list
Perceptions
A Journey Taken Together - by our lovely mod.
Learning to Fly
Quiet
Advice
Silly/Serious - OOG sidestory by Crystalllized.
Honesty
Questions and Answers
Home (snippet)
***
It was entirely within habit for Vechs to drop in unannounced, so Zisteau could only grin when the Lens doors popped open to greet him with muttered grumbling about why did he have to live so damn high up and the lack of Creative Mode allowed on the server.
A small floating shape bounced in behind him, glomping itself to Zisteau's shoulder with a happy chirp.
Nobody was quite sure what WhiteText actually was. It was round and cute, it floated along on tiny wings and could project words into the air. MC had once described it as a cross between a live anime smiley face and Link's Fairy. It was very friendly though, and chirruped happily when Zisteau scratched the top of its head. The words "Yay! :D" sparkled in the air for a moment.
Vechs sank into a chair with a sigh. "Man, I would love to know whose wonderful idea it was for me to take on one of my own maps, particularly the one I was on commission to make extra hard and evil. I'd give that guy a piece of my mind."
Zisteau chuckled. WhiteText finally unglued itself from his shoulder and flitted to the back of Vechs' seat, where it curled into a tiny ball and promptly began to snore quietly.
"So, is this business or just a social visit?"
"You could say it's some of both." Vechs grinned and pulled a slim data drive from one of his pockets. "Here, the full beta-ready schematics for Inferno Mines. I've been reworking a few areas to balance all the new goodies we've been given to play with lately."
Zisteau took the drive with a grin of his own. "Well, it's about time, I was starting to think you'd been slacking off. Honestly, Vetches." He shook his head in mock disappointment.
"Hey, I'll have you know that I've put more hours into this than any other map I've made. You guys keep coming up with new tricks that I have to stay one step ahead of." Vechs tapped the side of his head for emphasis. "Preferably three or four steps, in fact."
"Ha. So what else can I do for you, other than help establish that your latest plans are suitably evil?" Zisteau sat back in his chair.
"Yeah... do you have any plans for the weekend? I'm taking a short trip and wanted to ask for the pleasure of your company." His eyes twinkled with mischief. Vechs had never been particularly subtle in his intentions and Zisteau had no doubts as to exactly what he was offering.
He smiled apologetically and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to leave you to your own pleasure."
"Aw." Vechs pouted slightly, more for effect than anything. "So what's up?"
"I'm seeing someone."
"Ooooh." He raised an interested eyebrow, any disappointment quickly forgotten. "Anyone I know?"
"I don't think you've met him personally, no."
"Well come on then, who? Spill it Zistykins, I want details!"
Zisteau chuckled, mildly surprised his friend hadn't either heard something through his extensive grapevine or worked it out himself already. "Okay... it's Kurt."
"Kurt? Your old UHC team-mate? The guy who walks?"
Zisteau laughed out loud. "Yes, the guy who walks." He smiled to himself, wondering what Kurt would make of that, even though it was pretty accurate.
Vechs grinned. "Well, that's a surprise. Is it serious?"
Zisteau paused, turning the question over slowly in his mind. Over the previous weeks his and Kurt's relationship had grown and deepened, and they'd both known at the start it wasn't going to be a casual thing.
"Yeah." he answered, more softly than he really meant to.
His friend raised an eyebrow again. Zisteau gave him a withering look, shaking his head resignedly when Vechs laughed.
"Ha, sorry, I've just never seen you looking so... sappy. It must be love." He grinned.
He chose not to remark further when Zisteau changed the subject. Both of them chose to ignore the little "<3" floating by WhiteText.
*****
That Saturday evening, Zisteau stood outside the Observatory door, bottle of wine in hand - a rather nice red that he'd probably spent too long selecting. Well, this was an official date after all. He knocked and waited, smiling to himself as he remembered Kurt's slightly shy offer to cook dinner. The door opened a short moment later - the man in question had obviously been pacing just behind it.
"Does it look weird?" Kurt asked anxiously, running a hand over his head. He'd recently made the decision to buzz his hair down, as a challenge to himself on reaching a milestone in his popular charity donation drive. Privately, he'd admitted to hating that he was going a bit thin on top and wanted to kick himself up the arse to do something about it.
Zisteau smiled. "No, it really suits you. Actually... kinda badass."
Kurt laughed and motioned him to come in. "Flatterer. Um, you didn't have to dress up, you know."
Zisteau glanced down at his suit and shrugged. "I know." He smiled softly. "Neither did you."
Kurt blushed, not quite holding back a smile of his own. He wasn't going to admit just how long he'd spent getting ready, scrubbing himself squeaky clean in the shower and pressing his suit until it was perfect. New shirt and tie.
There was no obvious reason why this night should have given him such butterflies. Kurt was a great deal more comfortable with himself than he used to be. He was still fairly shy and given to overthinking things, but his confidence was better. Still, something about tonight felt different. Their relationship was going well - in fact, it was going very well. The time they spent together, limited by work, always felt far too short. He was happier and calmer around Zisteau than he had ever felt around anyone.
Well, calmer in some ways. Zisteau's hand brushing over his buzzed hair made him feel anything but calm. Yet, he didn't want that feeling to go away. Even if it did make him think of those hands possibly in other places, and that was a whole other conversation they hadn't quite managed to have yet, beyond soft reassurances from Zisteau each time Kurt guiltily pulled back whenever things got too physical. Kurt found himself beyond grateful yet again for the other man's patience and understanding.
I need to at least tell him why, as much as I can explain it myself. It's not because I don't want to... it's just been a long time.
Kurt suddenly opened his eyes, unaware he'd even closed them, to find Zisteau smiling softly at him. He dropped the hand that had been stroking his head and offered the bottle of wine. Feeling slightly foolish for zoning out like that, Kurt accepted it with a shy smile.
"C'mon, dinner's almost ready."
*****
An hour later, feeling thoroughly contented and full, Zisteau leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. Kurt smiled, refilling their wine glasses.
"So I take it you enjoyed?"
Zisteau grinned. "I think I can honestly say that was the best spagettii and meatballs I have ever eaten."
Kurt blushed. "Well, they do say food tastes better outdoors."
"I have heard that. And this - " He gestured widely around them, to the balcony where they sat in the open air, the reddish glow of the sunset spreading over the horizon - "... it does make for a wonderful ambiance. But even if it makes great food better, it still had to be great to start with." Zisteau grinned as Kurt shook his head, chuckling softly.
Zisteau slowly reached across the table and took Kurt's hand in his, gently twining their fingers together.
"And the amazing company doesn't hurt, either." He added softly.
Kurt blushed an even deeper shade of pink, smiling shyly. Zisteau had the sudden urge to sweep him into his arms and kiss him breathless.
Wait... where did that come from? When did I start imagining ridiculous romantic cliches? I'm... no, I know why. I know exactly why. I knew this was a possibility, and it still feels like I'm being knocked sideways. Is this too much, too fast? It doesn't feel like it... it feels right. But... will it be too much for him, if I tell him now?
Kurt cleared his throat quietly. "Um, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about. I need to say something. It's... ah, well, awkward." He gripped Zisteau's hand a little tighter in both of his, as though nervous that the other man would suddenly back away.
Zisteau placed his other hand over their joined ones. "You know you can tell me anything."
Kurt looked down at their hands, finding the contact reassuring. "I know, it's just... ah, well, about us... and how we haven't... uh, y'know... done anything that's particularly... physical." He blushed more than ever.
"That's okay. I'm not in a hurry, and I'm not going anywhere."
Kurt's eyes flicked up, and a small smile tugged at a corner of his mouth.
"It's just... it's been a long time. Really a long time. And I feel all sort of out of practice and not used to... dealing with it. And I know that sounds sort of ridiculous but I just didn't want you to think I didn't want to. And even if you weren't I still wanted to tell you because I thought you deserved to hear it."
Zisteau squeezed his hands gently. "That makes sense."
"Really?" Kurt looked doubtful.
"Really." Zisteau smiled softly. "Thank you, for telling me. It means a lot that you did that."
"Why?"
"Because I know you found it awkward, but you still wanted to bring it up so you know that I know, and I appreciate that."
"You're starting to sound like me."
They both laughed softly. Zisteau's thumb traced a gentle, endless circle on the back of Kurt's hand.
Finally, Kurt spoke again. "So, um, with all that in mind... I thought... wondered... if... you'd stay tonight."
*****
Much later, Zisteau lay with his head propped on one hand, and watched Kurt sleep.
Somewhere in his mind, he could hear Vechs ribbing him with jokes about second base. He smiled slightly to himself. Tonight had been about anything but results, in that sense. It wasn't about how far they could go, or achieving oddly-euphemismed sexual markers. Who decided to equate sex with baseball anyway? It meant much more than that. As much as Kurt had blushed with awkwardness when he'd spoken up about the subject, he'd been equally as determined to overcome it. Quietly, with much held breath and bitten lips, and a touch so light it was maddening. It was as much about letting himself go as it was allowing Zisteau closer.
It's amazing, really. I don't think the simple act of allowing someone else to remove your shirt has ever meant as much as it did tonight. We could have been rolling around naked and it wouldn't have felt so intimate. None of this stuff is easy for him, but he wants so much to work on it and overcome it, for us. For me.
Whatever I did to deserve you, Kurt, it wasn't enough.
Settling down into the pillows, Zisteau slipped his arm around Kurt's chest. The other man shifted slightly, murmuring in his sleep, snuggling back against him.
Zisteau pressed his face against Kurt's short fuzzed hair and closed his eyes. He breathed in slowly, feeling the tightening sensation swell in his chest. Vechs had been right. There would be a time to confess to the man in his arms, but not yet. For now, there was only the softest whisper.
"I love you."
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Date: Friday, February 1st, 2013 03:53 pm (UTC)I am in total envy you can write like this xD I sat for 4 hours trying to write a similar setup for other characters and it totally failed... I need more romance chick flick books it seems :D
Love this so much lol..
Can't wait for the next one and I love white text where was this from?
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Date: Friday, February 1st, 2013 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, February 1st, 2013 04:43 pm (UTC)I don't watch vech I didn't relise he did videos.. Time to check it out :D
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Date: Friday, February 1st, 2013 04:34 pm (UTC)Also, hi Vetches! He's so amazingly "in character" here - grumbling about the lack of Creative/MC Edit, all the snarking and teasing, and WHITE TEXT. Oh White Text, I love you so! And of course MC would compare it to a Fairy, of course, of course. :P
Does this mean Kurt has a similar Yellow Text following him around? I hope so, I'd like a friend.
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Date: Friday, February 1st, 2013 07:26 pm (UTC)I like to imagine that YellowText is fairly shy, so you don't see him as much, but with a quick sense of humour. A lot like Kurt, really. :p
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Date: Friday, February 1st, 2013 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, February 1st, 2013 07:28 pm (UTC)(edited to pop in a thankyou for the readover, was having a scuffle with the html earlier and forgot. >.<)
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Date: Friday, February 1st, 2013 09:21 pm (UTC)Loving the idea of the WhiteText~ It reminds me of a weird thing I created years ago that I forgot about xP
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Date: Sunday, February 17th, 2013 02:47 am (UTC)Also, due to your genius ideas of the text and how they work in the worlds - I have created some weirdo fanart again for WhiteText. <3 I have to thank you for the idea since you came up with the original concept~ x3
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Date: Saturday, February 2nd, 2013 07:47 am (UTC)And then... aaaah, they're both so cute! You got everyone's character down pat, I love your including Kurts little vocal tics. It makes it so easy to read it in their voices.
I'm still blubbering about how perfect that ending was, too. You do a really good job of portraying intimacy without it being over the top or oversexualized. Just the little things, Zisteau rubbing Kurts new haircut (buzzcuts *are* super fun to touch), holding hands, and then that ending was so perfect aaaah. Just... being close to one another, trusting one another.
Alas, you have slain me. Here lies Pagat; they loved shipping too much. RIP in peace.
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Date: Saturday, February 2nd, 2013 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, February 6th, 2013 10:47 pm (UTC)Also WhiteText is both clever and adorable. :'3
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Date: Sunday, February 17th, 2013 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, February 22nd, 2013 08:20 am (UTC)I couldn't possibly skip commenting on my favorite universe, gone that I may have been. You just keep making it better and better!
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Date: Saturday, February 23rd, 2013 06:14 pm (UTC)