I have held back no water in its season

Fic post from my archive.

Now Must Everything, Everything Turn

Ludwig and Orpheus argue politics in bed. Perhaps three years post-canon. Porn with Characterization, I-4

Long, cool hands slid up the bare curve of Orphe's back and he sighed. "Bienenstitch was being an absolute idiot today. We need the women to take on all the jobs they can, now."

I bet it’s Beruze.

Once more, with feeling, Ed,  please ditch the shirt.

That’s Roy’s seiyuu doing the new honcho, I’m almost positive.

Camus, honey, how old are you supposed to be, again? Too old for shorts, right? Right?

Watched up to 6 of Meine Liebe.

Lui, you are such an unspeakable little snot; I love you. Well, all right, I love Seki the Smooth’s voice, but it helps that you’re cute in your snottiness.

Orphe, Lui doesn’t need television, he has you. You complete sucker.

Naoji, sweet demons of chaos, you are such a sub. An asskicking sub, but a sub. Oh so much.

Camus, sweetie, you’re weird. Adorable, but weird. And it isn’t the flowers that make me say this, no, it’s the garters on your boots.

Ed, lose that horrible shirt. Actually, you can lose all your shirts, but especially that one. You’re a ruffian, darling, not a pretty sailor-suited soldier.

Issac… get back here.