They're really ruining a great series Who're the character that's still hated until now? Thought it all had gone down.
Um... Basically everyone due to how things were handled. (mostly Genma, Ryoga and Akane, but also Mousse, Shampoo and Cologne and the rest get a lot of flak too, one way or the other.)
Um... Basically everyone due to how things were handled. (mostly Genma, Ryoga and Akane, but also Mousse, Shampoo and Cologne and the rest get a lot of flak too, one way or the other.)
...
(''=_____=) God help them.
And wow, 100 chapters...I can't even finish 20! though yeah that was me being lazy
More VivioxHayate! Now with a title and appropriate introduction-quote! *drumroll*
Detail: this story is really better read as a one-shot. I wrote it to be one but decided to post it segment-wise because to edit 14000 words with italics and whatnot would kill me dead. Not that the damn ulcer isn't doing a good job of it.
As previously mentioned, this is a continuation of Deathcurse's Vivio/Hayate-verse. Read her stories first to make this plausible. Great stuff.
Hopefully, this segment will answer some of the previous questions regarding where those two are in their relationship. *scratches head*
The Things We Tame
By Shigan
'Men have forgotten this truth,' said the fox. 'But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.' Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“I swear, they treated us like a pair of children.”
Hayate didn’t answer her for some time. The woman seemed content where she lay, her head resting peacefully against Vivio’s chest while she trailed her fingers along the swell of the blonde’s breast. Vivio sighed tiredly, basking in the sweet ache from their previous exertion.
“Well technically and legally, you are their child. I suppose that’s their prerogative.” The brunette said finally.
“Nanoha-mama looked like she wanted to crucify you.”
“She’s been doing that for a while now. I’m used to it and Fate would save my hide anyway.” Hayate mumbled.
Vivio supposed she had a point. It was one of those weird moments when their family dynamics would come under scrutiny and blow one’s mind. Because while all the three aces were best friends, Fate and Hayate were close drinking buddies who looked out for each other. Hayate was also Nanoha’s boss and ultimately the ace of aces’ acting commander which complicated things further. On the top of all this, she was also sleeping with both Fate’s and Nanoha’s daughter whom she had arguably helped to raise until said girl grew up and willed it different. The whole thing, Vivio admitted, could raise a few conservative eyebrows but what did she care? She just spent a two weeks stopping an honest-to-goodness war. She deserved the… recreational partner of her choice.
“But why?” Vivio wondered aloud. She had a hard time imagining her kind mama to actually do that, starlight breaker’em a little perhaps, but to actually physically hurt someone seemed beyond the woman’s capacity.
Hayate peered up at her, then pulled herself off Vivio and gave her a brief kiss on the nose.
“Viv, I love your mother, but the idea of you having sex seems to short-fuse her brain. I think it’s a parent thing, I wouldn’t know.”
“Well I was hoping she would just catch up on it eventually. I’m nineteen for heaven’s sake, aunt Arisa said they’ve been going at it since they were in high school.” Vivio said, and then blinked when she realized who she was in bed with. Arisa might have been the gossip-hub but Hayate was… Hayate. “Did they?”
“…do you really want to discuss your parents’ sexlife while we’re like this?”
Vivio had to laugh at that. “No, I suppose not. It’s just been a weird evening. My original plan was to waltz in here and get you into bed—“
“—and succeeded very nicely at that.” Hayate purred into her skin, smiling. “The STG training really did wonders to your tactical thinking.” Vivio whimpered at the distraction.
“I wasn’t expecting a four hours long family dinner ok? I’m sorry for the initial, um… ambush.”
Hayate sat up and peered down at the blonde, her head tilted to the side while she processed her thoughts. Vivio brushed a hand through the other’s hair, admiring the flickering embers of husky grey and warm teak intermixing.
Hayate’s hair changed colour during lovemaking. It was an effect to the powerful magic that slithered beneath her skin and a testament to who she in her core truly was. It was hard to forget when you once had seen it. While their society treated her as a competent general and a respectable bureaucrat, deep down Vivio knew that Hayate would first and foremost always be the Queen of the Night Sky, mistress over a grimoire so powerful it had destroyed civilizations far more advanced than theirs.
Normally, the brunette’s mastery of her magic constrained the power she possessed but there were times when even Hayate’s surgical self-control would slip and slivers of the tremendous forces she contained would leak through. It did so during the heights of their unions and Vivio’s chest ached at the memory of those displays when Hayate’s magic would come to life, when wisps of feathery white would embrace her as fiercely as the heat of the woman’s arms. Hayate, like anyone else, was only human in her passions.
Right now however, she was different. Naked perhaps, but she was still the Hayate of the world, the thinker and analyzer, feared for her mind rather than her magic.
“It’s quite alright. The horrid embarrassment aside, I think it might work out to our advantage.” Hayate said thoughtfully. “I mean, think about it. If you parents were still dodging around the what’s and what’s-not of us being together intimately, they certainly got the answer today. Plus, you were the one who attacked me so I’m officially off the lecher-hook.”
“So I’m the sexual deviant. Great. Not awkward at all.” Vivio sighed, covering her eyes with an arm in resignation. “I did not attack you.”
“I beg to differ. The intent was clearly an offensive one and my back is still hurting. I might need to let Shamal get a look at it.” The brunette chirped smoothly.
“You wouldn’t dare!” The blonde scowled, because Shamal would ask for all the painful details and Hayate kept very few secrets from the oldest Wolkenritter.
“But I have a speech to make on Friday. You wouldn’t want me to fall over in front of the admirals, would you?”
“Have Rein cast a binding spell on you.” Vivio snapped, not in the mood to be teased. “What’s this speech about?”
Hayate’s eyes searched hers for a moment, evaluating the sincerity behind the question before answering. Vivio had never liked that. She wanted Hayate to be open about herself and the general was, mostly, but her duty was a whole different animal. Their ranks within the bureau could not differ more and while Hayate certainly had the clearance to access Vivio’s most restricted files, the reverse did not apply. The brunette never needed to ask about her missions or what the lieutenant was doing on far, distant worlds. She always knew, and that could be irksome to say the least.
“Mostly a summarization of the year, fiscal reports mixed with updates on the major cases to show them how productive we’ve been and so on. It’s mostly a formal thing, but important. Then there’s the motivational stuff for the new recruits.” She answered. Her face lit up suddenly. “Do you want to come? You could blend in with the rookies.”
“Sure,” Vivio shrugged. “Which uniform should I wear?”
“French maid?”
“Hayate!”
“Fine, be a poot. The dress uniform is too formal. How about the STG one you use during service?” Hayate suggested, eyes gleaming of something.
“You want me to go as a Defence Corps STG member?” Vivio asked, surprised. While the division did not operate under identity blinds they were still part of the special services, sort of, though their presence was often more legal than not.
“I do, I thought it might be fun to mingle in a few of you established officers. It will be good to let them see the available options within the force. You should use a fake ID though, just to be sure.”
Vivio nodded, she couldn’t argue with that. She knew it was a small thing but a tiny part of her still jumped at the opportunity of being to help for the other, childhood crush and whatnot. Also, she rather liked wearing her STG uniform and while Vivio would never admit to being guilty of prancing she certainly didn’t mind to be admired for her accomplishments.
They were quiet for a while. The faint chirps of the early birds whistled through the almost-dawn. Vivio thought she could see the first shreds of henna-red to the pale skies as the chill of the summer night pushed deliciously against her skin. She turned off the night lamp which they wouldn’t need for much longer, plunging the room into shadows of grey and blue.
She pulled Hayate to her. The general did not protest as she settled in the taller blonde’s lap. Vivio hugged her lightly as she untied the side-kept headbands in the brunette’s hair. They were thin, flimsy threads of red cloth which the woman had worn since girlhood. Vivio had once when she was very young asked about them and Hayate had answered but looked so very sad. It was an easy thing to forget but Hayate too did once have a mother. A woman she could barely remember but who had loved her no matter what and certainly bought her daughter all the colourful headbands a girl could ask for.
Vivio folded the bands carefully before putting them on the nightstand.
She slipped her arms around the other’s waist, holding them together as she breathed in every nuance and fragrance that was Hayate. The brunette returned the favour, timidly and affectionately but without the childish tenderness Vivio remembered as a girl. As lovers they were more than each other’s equals but the differences were still there, stark and unrelenting, reminding her of the directions of their very different lives.
“Hayate?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper. The other pulled back a little, her eyes seemingly aglow in the dark. “The council— is that what you’re trying to do? To be elected as a seated member?”
“Maybe,” The brunette answered vaguely, making Vivio scowl.
“You would do great as High Marshal. It’s a lifelong position though, unless you botch it completely.”
“I know. I’ve considered it but it’s a pretty tall order for an off-worlder like me.” She said quietly. Without the headbands Hayate’s hair fell loosely across her face in brushes. Vivio found this maddeningly attractive. “It’s never been done before.”
“Then you’ll be the first one to do it.”
The woman eyed her softly, then giggled beautifully and answered Vivio by drawing the blonde into a full-body squeeze, hands running gently down her sensitive back. Vivio’s mind fogged over at the contact as she felt her desire mount against the other’s touch.
Hayate did not answer her and Vivio didn’t mind. She stopped thinking altogether as she laid them down against the soft sheets. Hayate’s breathing quickened as she parted her legs and settled them together, biting gently into the soft flesh of the younger woman’s neck. The world fell into silent obscurity as Vivio’s senses soon filled with the tastes and motions of urgent, deep lovemaking. The first rays of sunlight broke through the room.
Vivio loved sex with Hayate. She immersed herself in the act of bringing the brunette to climax with fingers and tongue, breaking and mending her alike. There was an indescribable sweetness to it as they came together and she took Hayate for the night.
Afterwards, Vivio lay awake and listened to the sounds of dawn. The brunette had gone to sleep, trying to make the best out of the last precious hours before another long day. The blonde cradled the woman in her arms while she considered their situation. Her mind kept going in circles over the many facts and details of both their lives and the possible complications.
Hayate would indeed make a good Marshal. Vivio had no doubt regarding her lover’s abilities but what would her own role be in such a grand scheme? Her family had prepped her for command but she was no bureaucrat. Vivio wasn’t even certain if she would go as far as major considering her particular gifts. She was like Fate in that regard, an officer and agent more suited for the dredges of fieldwork than the games of high command.
Could she ever stand beside the general as an equal in the eyes of society? Or would she forever be cast in the role as a mere accessory, a young trophy to be used against Hayate in political agendas and possibly a dagger against her back?
What role would she play in Hayate’s life ten years from now, and vice versa? She would be lying if she said the future didn’t scare her.
The blonde studied the sleeping ace beside her and knew how much she loved her. She always did, probably always would, but was her feelings an expense— a sacrifice to herself someone as brilliant as Hayate could afford? The brunette whimpered in Vivio’s arms, sensing her partner’s tension.
She didn’t know.
Vivio shuddered when she realized that none of her fears had easy answers.
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Never stop being a kid. Never stop feeling and seeing and being excited with great things like air and engines and sounds of sunlight within you. Wear your little mask if you must to protect you from the world but if you let that kid disappear you are grown up and you are dead.
— Richard Bach
More VivioxHayate! Now with a title and appropriate introduction-quote! *drumroll*
Detail: this story is really better read as a one-shot. I wrote it to be one but decided to post it segment-wise because to edit 14000 words with italics and whatnot would kill me dead. Not that the damn ulcer isn't doing a good job of it.
As previously mentioned, this is a continuation of Deathcurse's Vivio/Hayate-verse. Read her stories first to make this plausible. Great stuff.
Hopefully, this segment will answer some of the previous questions regarding where those two are in their relationship. *scratches head*
The Things We Tame
By Shigan
'Men have forgotten this truth,' said the fox. 'But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.' Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“I swear, they treated us like a pair of children.”
Hayate didn’t answer her for some time. The woman seemed content where she lay, her head resting peacefully against Vivio’s chest while she trailed her fingers along the swell of the blonde’s breast. Vivio sighed tiredly, basking in the sweet ache from their previous exertion.
“Well technically and legally, you are their child. I suppose that’s their prerogative.” The brunette said finally.
“Nanoha-mama looked like she wanted to crucify you.”
“She’s been doing that for a while now. I’m used to it and Fate would save my hide anyway.” Hayate mumbled.
Vivio supposed she had a point. It was one of those weird moments when their family dynamics would come under scrutiny and blow one’s mind. Because while all the three aces were best friends, Fate and Hayate were close drinking buddies who looked out for each other. Hayate was also Nanoha’s boss and ultimately the ace of aces’ acting commander which complicated things further. On the top of all this, she was also sleeping with both Fate’s and Nanoha’s daughter whom she had arguably helped to raise until said girl grew up and willed it different. The whole thing, Vivio admitted, could raise a few conservative eyebrows but what did she care? She just spent a two weeks stopping an honest-to-goodness war. She deserved the… recreational partner of her choice.
“But why?” Vivio wondered aloud. She had a hard time imagining her kind mama to actually do that, starlight breaker’em a little perhaps, but to actually physically hurt someone seemed beyond the woman’s capacity.
Hayate peered up at her, then pulled herself off Vivio and gave her a brief kiss on the nose.
“Viv, I love your mother, but the idea of you having sex seems to short-fuse her brain. I think it’s a parent thing, I wouldn’t know.”
“Well I was hoping she would just catch up on it eventually. I’m nineteen for heaven’s sake, aunt Arisa said they’ve been going at it since they were in high school.” Vivio said, and then blinked when she realized who she was in bed with. Arisa might have been the gossip-hub but Hayate was… Hayate. “Did they?”
“…do you really want to discuss your parents’ sexlife while we’re like this?”
Vivio had to laugh at that. “No, I suppose not. It’s just been a weird evening. My original plan was to waltz in here and get you into bed—“
“—and succeeded very nicely at that.” Hayate purred into her skin, smiling. “The STG training really did wonders to your tactical thinking.” Vivio whimpered at the distraction.
“I wasn’t expecting a four hours long family dinner ok? I’m sorry for the initial, um… ambush.”
Hayate sat up and peered down at the blonde, her head tilted to the side while she processed her thoughts. Vivio brushed a hand through the other’s hair, admiring the flickering embers of husky grey and warm teak intermixing.
Hayate’s hair changed colour during lovemaking. It was an effect to the powerful magic that slithered beneath her skin and a testament to who she in her core truly was. It was hard to forget when you once had seen it. While their society treated her as a competent general and a respectable bureaucrat, deep down Vivio knew that Hayate would first and foremost always be the Queen of the Night Sky, mistress over a grimoire so powerful it had destroyed civilizations far more advanced than theirs.
Normally, the brunette’s mastery of her magic constrained the power she possessed but there were times when even Hayate’s surgical self-control would slip and slivers of the tremendous forces she contained would leak through. It did so during the heights of their unions and Vivio’s chest ached at the memory of those displays when Hayate’s magic would come to life, when wisps of feathery white would embrace her as fiercely as the heat of the woman’s arms. Hayate, like anyone else, was only human in her passions.
Right now however, she was different. Naked perhaps, but she was still the Hayate of the world, the thinker and analyzer, feared for her mind rather than her magic.
“It’s quite alright. The horrid embarrassment aside, I think it might work out to our advantage.” Hayate said thoughtfully. “I mean, think about it. If you parents were still dodging around the what’s and what’s-not of us being together intimately, they certainly got the answer today. Plus, you were the one who attacked me so I’m officially off the lecher-hook.”
“So I’m the sexual deviant. Great. Not awkward at all.” Vivio sighed, covering her eyes with an arm in resignation. “I did not attack you.”
“I beg to differ. The intent was clearly an offensive one and my back is still hurting. I might need to let Shamal get a look at it.” The brunette chirped smoothly.
“You wouldn’t dare!” The blonde scowled, because Shamal would ask for all the painful details and Hayate kept very few secrets from the oldest Wolkenritter.
“But I have a speech to make on Friday. You wouldn’t want me to fall over in front of the admirals, would you?”
“Have Rein cast a binding spell on you.” Vivio snapped, not in the mood to be teased. “What’s this speech about?”
Hayate’s eyes searched hers for a moment, evaluating the sincerity behind the question before answering. Vivio had never liked that. She wanted Hayate to be open about herself and the general was, mostly, but her duty was a whole different animal. Their ranks within the bureau could not differ more and while Hayate certainly had the clearance to access Vivio’s most restricted files, the reverse did not apply. The brunette never needed to ask about her missions or what the lieutenant was doing on far, distant worlds. She always knew, and that could be irksome to say the least.
“Mostly a summarization of the year, fiscal reports mixed with updates on the major cases to show them how productive we’ve been and so on. It’s mostly a formal thing, but important. Then there’s the motivational stuff for the new recruits.” She answered. Her face lit up suddenly. “Do you want to come? You could blend in with the rookies.”
“Sure,” Vivio shrugged. “Which uniform should I wear?”
“French maid?”
“Hayate!”
“Fine, be a poot. The dress uniform is too formal. How about the STG one you use during service?” Hayate suggested, eyes gleaming of something.
“You want me to go as a Defence Corps STG member?” Vivio asked, surprised. While the division did not operate under identity blinds they were still part of the special services, sort of, though their presence was often more legal than not.
“I do, I thought it might be fun to mingle in a few of you established officers. It will be good to let them see the available options within the force. You should use a fake ID though, just to be sure.”
Vivio nodded, she couldn’t argue with that. She knew it was a small thing but a tiny part of her still jumped at the opportunity of being to help for the other, childhood crush and whatnot. Also, she rather liked wearing her STG uniform and while Vivio would never admit to being guilty of prancing she certainly didn’t mind to be admired for her accomplishments.
They were quiet for a while. The faint chirps of the early birds whistled through the almost-dawn. Vivio thought she could see the first shreds of henna-red to the pale skies as the chill of the summer night pushed deliciously against her skin. She turned off the night lamp which they wouldn’t need for much longer, plunging the room into shadows of grey and blue.
She pulled Hayate to her. The general did not protest as she settled in the taller blonde’s lap. Vivio hugged her lightly as she untied the side-kept headbands in the brunette’s hair. They were thin, flimsy threads of red cloth which the woman had worn since girlhood. Vivio had once when she was very young asked about them and Hayate had answered but looked so very sad. It was an easy thing to forget but Hayate too did once have a mother. A woman she could barely remember but who had loved her no matter what and certainly bought her daughter all the colourful headbands a girl could ask for.
Vivio folded the bands carefully before putting them on the nightstand.
She slipped her arms around the other’s waist, holding them affectionately together as she breathed in every nuance and fragrance that was Hayate. The brunette returned the favour, timidly and affectionately but without the childish tenderness Vivio remembered as a girl. As lovers they were more than each other’s equals but the differences were still there, stark and unrelenting, reminding her of the directions of their very different lives.
“Hayate?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper. The other pulled back a little, her eyes seemingly aglow in the dark. “The council— is that what you’re trying to do? To be elected as a seated member?”
“Maybe,” The brunette answered vaguely, making Vivio scowl.
“You would do great as High Marshal. It’s a lifelong position though, unless you botch it completely.”
“I know. I’ve considered it but it’s a pretty tall order for an off-worlder like me.” She said quietly. Without the headbands Hayate’s hair fell loosely across her face in brushes. Vivio found this maddeningly attractive. “It’s never been done before.”
“Then you’ll be the first one to do it.”
The woman eyed her softly, then giggled beautifully and answered Vivio by drawing the blonde into a full-body squeeze, hands running gently down her sensitive back. Vivio’s mind fogged over at the contact as she felt her desire mount against the other’s touch.
Hayate did not answer her and Vivio didn’t mind. She stopped thinking altogether as she laid them down against the soft sheets. Hayate’s breathing quickened as she parted her legs and settled them together, biting gently into the soft flesh of the younger woman’s neck. The world fell into silent obscurity as Vivio’s senses soon filled with the tastes and motions of urgent, deep lovemaking. The first rays of sunlight broke through the room.
Vivio loved sex with Hayate. She immersed herself in the act of bringing the brunette to climax with fingers and tongue, breaking and mending her alike. There was an indescribable sweetness to it as they came together and she took Hayate for the night.
Afterwards, Vivio lay awake and listened to the sounds of dawn. The brunette had gone to sleep, trying to make the best out of the last precious hours before another long day. The blonde cradled the woman in her arms while she considered their situation. Her mind kept going in circles over the many facts and details of both their lives and the possible complications.
Hayate would indeed make a good Marshal. Vivio had no doubt regarding her lover’s abilities but what would her own role be in such a grand scheme? Her family had prepped her for command but she was no bureaucrat. Vivio wasn’t even certain if she would go as far as major considering her particular gifts. She was like Fate in that regard, an officer and agent more suited for the dredges of fieldwork than the games of high command.
Could she ever stand beside the general as an equal in the eyes of society? Or would she forever be cast in the role as a mere accessory, a young trophy to be used against Hayate in political agendas and possibly a dagger against her back?
What role would she play in Hayate’s life ten years from now, and vice versa? She would be lying if she said the future didn’t scare her.
The blonde studied the sleeping ace beside her and knew how much she loved her. She always did, probably always would, but was her feelings an expense— a sacrifice to herself someone as brilliant as Hayate could afford? The brunette whimpered in Vivio’s arms, sensing her partner’s tension.
She didn’t know.
Vivio shuddered when she realized that none of her fears had easy answers.
Even if you're 32, your mamas will always be protective of you, Vivio.
And Shigan, god, I love your descriptions. Will there be more? If so, I better catch up from the start...*quickly flips back several pages*
Never stop being a kid. Never stop feeling and seeing and being excited with great things like air and engines and sounds of sunlight within you. Wear your little mask if you must to protect you from the world but if you let that kid disappear you are grown up and you are dead.
— Richard Bach
Darwin's nominee are best for laughs.
MGLN "Befriending" shows love thru superior firepower (Zenryokou Zenkai!)
Gundams are your worst nightmare in the battlefield.
SRW beats all foes.
JAM Project pwns all!!!
And I can't still make fanfic without restarting from the start when new ideas comes in...
Location: Place of rocks and trees, and trees and rocks...and water.
Age: 33
Quote:
Originally Posted by Shigan
More VivioxHayate! Now with a title and appropriate introduction-quote! *drumroll*
Detail: this story is really better read as a one-shot. I wrote it to be one but decided to post it segment-wise because to edit 14000 words with italics and whatnot would kill me dead. Not that the damn ulcer isn't doing a good job of it.
As previously mentioned, this is a continuation of Deathcurse's Vivio/Hayate-verse. Read her stories first to make this plausible. Great stuff.
Hopefully, this segment will answer some of the previous questions regarding where those two are in their relationship. *scratches head*
The Things We Tame
By Shigan
'Men have forgotten this truth,' said the fox. 'But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.' Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“I swear, they treated us like a pair of children.”
Hayate didn’t answer her for some time. The woman seemed content where she lay, her head resting peacefully against Vivio’s chest while she trailed her fingers along the swell of the blonde’s breast. Vivio sighed tiredly, basking in the sweet ache from their previous exertion.
“Well technically and legally, you are their child. I suppose that’s their prerogative.” The brunette said finally.
“Nanoha-mama looked like she wanted to crucify you.”
“She’s been doing that for a while now. I’m used to it and Fate would save my hide anyway.” Hayate mumbled.
Vivio supposed she had a point. It was one of those weird moments when their family dynamics would come under scrutiny and blow one’s mind. Because while all the three aces were best friends, Fate and Hayate were close drinking buddies who looked out for each other. Hayate was also Nanoha’s boss and ultimately the ace of aces’ acting commander which complicated things further. On the top of all this, she was also sleeping with both Fate’s and Nanoha’s daughter whom she had arguably helped to raise until said girl grew up and willed it different. The whole thing, Vivio admitted, could raise a few conservative eyebrows but what did she care? She just spent a two weeks stopping an honest-to-goodness war. She deserved the… recreational partner of her choice.
“But why?” Vivio wondered aloud. She had a hard time imagining her kind mama to actually do that, starlight breaker’em a little perhaps, but to actually physically hurt someone seemed beyond the woman’s capacity.
Hayate peered up at her, then pulled herself off Vivio and gave her a brief kiss on the nose.
“Viv, I love your mother, but the idea of you having sex seems to short-fuse her brain. I think it’s a parent thing, I wouldn’t know.”
“Well I was hoping she would just catch up on it eventually. I’m nineteen for heaven’s sake, aunt Arisa said they’ve been going at it since they were in high school.” Vivio said, and then blinked when she realized who she was in bed with. Arisa might have been the gossip-hub but Hayate was… Hayate. “Did they?”
“…do you really want to discuss your parents’ sexlife while we’re like this?”
Vivio had to laugh at that. “No, I suppose not. It’s just been a weird evening. My original plan was to waltz in here and get you into bed—“
“—and succeeded very nicely at that.” Hayate purred into her skin, smiling. “The STG training really did wonders to your tactical thinking.” Vivio whimpered at the distraction.
“I wasn’t expecting a four hours long family dinner ok? I’m sorry for the initial, um… ambush.”
Hayate sat up and peered down at the blonde, her head tilted to the side while she processed her thoughts. Vivio brushed a hand through the other’s hair, admiring the flickering embers of husky grey and warm teak intermixing.
Hayate’s hair changed colour during lovemaking. It was an effect to the powerful magic that slithered beneath her skin and a testament to who she in her core truly was. It was hard to forget when you once had seen it. While their society treated her as a competent general and a respectable bureaucrat, deep down Vivio knew that Hayate would first and foremost always be the Queen of the Night Sky, mistress over a grimoire so powerful it had destroyed civilizations far more advanced than theirs.
Normally, the brunette’s mastery of her magic constrained the power she possessed but there were times when even Hayate’s surgical self-control would slip and slivers of the tremendous forces she contained would leak through. It did so during the heights of their unions and Vivio’s chest ached at the memory of those displays when Hayate’s magic would come to life, when wisps of feathery white would embrace her as fiercely as the heat of the woman’s arms. Hayate, like anyone else, was only human in her passions.
Right now however, she was different. Naked perhaps, but she was still the Hayate of the world, the thinker and analyzer, feared for her mind rather than her magic.
“It’s quite alright. The horrid embarrassment aside, I think it might work out to our advantage.” Hayate said thoughtfully. “I mean, think about it. If you parents were still dodging around the what’s and what’s-not of us being together intimately, they certainly got the answer today. Plus, you were the one who attacked me so I’m officially off the lecher-hook.”
“So I’m the sexual deviant. Great. Not awkward at all.” Vivio sighed, covering her eyes with an arm in resignation. “I did not attack you.”
“I beg to differ. The intent was clearly an offensive one and my back is still hurting. I might need to let Shamal get a look at it.” The brunette chirped smoothly.
“You wouldn’t dare!” The blonde scowled, because Shamal would ask for all the painful details and Hayate kept very few secrets from the oldest Wolkenritter.
“But I have a speech to make on Friday. You wouldn’t want me to fall over in front of the admirals, would you?”
“Have Rein cast a binding spell on you.” Vivio snapped, not in the mood to be teased. “What’s this speech about?”
Hayate’s eyes searched hers for a moment, evaluating the sincerity behind the question before answering. Vivio had never liked that. She wanted Hayate to be open about herself and the general was, mostly, but her duty was a whole different animal. Their ranks within the bureau could not differ more and while Hayate certainly had the clearance to access Vivio’s most restricted files, the reverse did not apply. The brunette never needed to ask about her missions or what the lieutenant was doing on far, distant worlds. She always knew, and that could be irksome to say the least.
“Mostly a summarization of the year, fiscal reports mixed with updates on the major cases to show them how productive we’ve been and so on. It’s mostly a formal thing, but important. Then there’s the motivational stuff for the new recruits.” She answered. Her face lit up suddenly. “Do you want to come? You could blend in with the rookies.”
“Sure,” Vivio shrugged. “Which uniform should I wear?”
“French maid?”
“Hayate!”
“Fine, be a poot. The dress uniform is too formal. How about the STG one you use during service?” Hayate suggested, eyes gleaming of something.
“You want me to go as a Defence Corps STG member?” Vivio asked, surprised. While the division did not operate under identity blinds they were still part of the special services, sort of, though their presence was often more legal than not.
“I do, I thought it might be fun to mingle in a few of you established officers. It will be good to let them see the available options within the force. You should use a fake ID though, just to be sure.”
Vivio nodded, she couldn’t argue with that. She knew it was a small thing but a tiny part of her still jumped at the opportunity of being to help for the other, childhood crush and whatnot. Also, she rather liked wearing her STG uniform and while Vivio would never admit to being guilty of prancing she certainly didn’t mind to be admired for her accomplishments.
They were quiet for a while. The faint chirps of the early birds whistled through the almost-dawn. Vivio thought she could see the first shreds of henna-red to the pale skies as the chill of the summer night pushed deliciously against her skin. She turned off the night lamp which they wouldn’t need for much longer, plunging the room into shadows of grey and blue.
She pulled Hayate to her. The general did not protest as she settled in the taller blonde’s lap. Vivio hugged her lightly as she untied the side-kept headbands in the brunette’s hair. They were thin, flimsy threads of red cloth which the woman had worn since girlhood. Vivio had once when she was very young asked about them and Hayate had answered but looked so very sad. It was an easy thing to forget but Hayate too did once have a mother. A woman she could barely remember but who had loved her no matter what and certainly bought her daughter all the colourful headbands a girl could ask for.
Vivio folded the bands carefully before putting them on the nightstand.
She slipped her arms around the other’s waist, holding them together as she breathed in every nuance and fragrance that was Hayate. The brunette returned the favour, timidly and affectionately but without the childish tenderness Vivio remembered as a girl. As lovers they were more than each other’s equals but the differences were still there, stark and unrelenting, reminding her of the directions of their very different lives.
“Hayate?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper. The other pulled back a little, her eyes seemingly aglow in the dark. “The council— is that what you’re trying to do? To be elected as a seated member?”
“Maybe,” The brunette answered vaguely, making Vivio scowl.
“You would do great as High Marshal. It’s a lifelong position though, unless you botch it completely.”
“I know. I’ve considered it but it’s a pretty tall order for an off-worlder like me.” She said quietly. Without the headbands Hayate’s hair fell loosely across her face in brushes. Vivio found this maddeningly attractive. “It’s never been done before.”
“Then you’ll be the first one to do it.”
The woman eyed her softly, then giggled beautifully and answered Vivio by drawing the blonde into a full-body squeeze, hands running gently down her sensitive back. Vivio’s mind fogged over at the contact as she felt her desire mount against the other’s touch.
Hayate did not answer her and Vivio didn’t mind. She stopped thinking altogether as she laid them down against the soft sheets. Hayate’s breathing quickened as she parted her legs and settled them together, biting gently into the soft flesh of the younger woman’s neck. The world fell into silent obscurity as Vivio’s senses soon filled with the tastes and motions of urgent, deep lovemaking. The first rays of sunlight broke through the room.
Vivio loved sex with Hayate. She immersed herself in the act of bringing the brunette to climax with fingers and tongue, breaking and mending her alike. There was an indescribable sweetness to it as they came together and she took Hayate for the night.
Afterwards, Vivio lay awake and listened to the sounds of dawn. The brunette had gone to sleep, trying to make the best out of the last precious hours before another long day. The blonde cradled the woman in her arms while she considered their situation. Her mind kept going in circles over the many facts and details of both their lives and the possible complications.
Hayate would indeed make a good Marshal. Vivio had no doubt regarding her lover’s abilities but what would her own role be in such a grand scheme? Her family had prepped her for command but she was no bureaucrat. Vivio wasn’t even certain if she would go as far as major considering her particular gifts. She was like Fate in that regard, an officer and agent more suited for the dredges of fieldwork than the games of high command.
Could she ever stand beside the general as an equal in the eyes of society? Or would she forever be cast in the role as a mere accessory, a young trophy to be used against Hayate in political agendas and possibly a dagger against her back?
What role would she play in Hayate’s life ten years from now, and vice versa? She would be lying if she said the future didn’t scare her.
The blonde studied the sleeping ace beside her and knew how much she loved her. She always did, probably always would, but was her feelings an expense— a sacrifice to herself someone as brilliant as Hayate could afford? The brunette whimpered in Vivio’s arms, sensing her partner’s tension.
She didn’t know.
Vivio shuddered when she realized that none of her fears had easy answers.
I like how you bring up the mind-blowing family dynamics of the Yagami-Takamachi-Harlaown household . This chapter is both funny and hot , so I highly approve .
I like how Hayate and Vivio have teasing/hot pillow talk as well as mentioning some pretty deep worries and thoughts about their future. It's great how you're approaching their relationship with an attentive eye to their different life ambitions and how the age gap could affect how they think about each other and of themselves.
My favourite exchanges:
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“…do you really want to discuss your parents’ sexlife while we’re like this?”
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"Plus, you were the one who attacked me so I’m officially off the lecher-hook.”
“So I’m the sexual deviant. Great. Not awkward at all.”
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“Sure,” Vivio shrugged. “Which uniform should I wear?”
“French maid?”
LOL! Great stuff, Shigan!
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Originally Posted by ranran
So, you guys are the ones who started the Vivio/Hayate storm? xDD *is currently reading*
It was Eagle8819/Extrinsical who started the madness . We're all just continuing the crack ....with a dose of drama for spice?
2011-06-13, 15:31
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Who're the character that's still hated until now? Thought it all had gone down.
