[Fanfiction] The Price Paid (1)
Title: The Price Paid (1/?)
Series: Tales of Vesperia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tales of Vesperia. I do own any and all OCs, as well as plot.
Warnings: Boy love, language, violence, post-game
Characters: Yuri, Flynn, entire Vesperia cast?
Pairings: Yuri x Flynn, I dunno about others.
Summary: When they were young teens, Yuri had contracted a life-threatening disease. To save him, Flynn made a deal with the fae, but there was a price. If he could not win Yuri’s heart by midnight on his 23rd birthday, Flynn would be taken to the faerie realm.
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Flynn sighed as he finished signing yet another document. He frowned at the stack, absently wondering just how many he had signed in a year. The Commandant reached for another to read, but a knock on his door interrupted him. He yelled, bidding the person to enter. Flynn stood when none other than Ioder walked inside, gently closing the door behind him. The Emperor smiled kindly at him.
“Flynn, I’d like you to take tomorrow off,” Ioder told him before he could speak. As if remembering the Commandant’s work habits, he frowned, adding, “If I have to, I will make that an order.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the blond dutifully replied, shifting only slightly in discomfort. This strange request confused him, making him wonder what the reason behind the day off was. Ioder just smiled brightly, and left Flynn to resume wading through the mounds of documents on his desk.
~*~*~*
It was late at night when he finally decided to call it quits. Flynn set aside his papers, and left the office. He met no one in the corridors, which suited him just fine; no need to spread more gossip about his ‘dedication to the Knights.’ The man paused outside of his door, still wondering why he was allowed tomorrow off. He couldn’t figure it out, but after a few moments, decided that it probably didn’t matter.
Upon entering the room, Flynn was surprised to find Yuri waiting there, leaning against the wall next to his bed. He tilted his head a little as he softly shut the door. His friend said nothing, choosing to simply stare at the blond Knight. It made the Commandant uncomfortable to be under such scrutiny.
“Have any plans for your birthday tomorrow?” Flynn frowned at the question, sitting on the bed. He looked at his calender, and couldn’t help but gape at the date. Had he been working so hard that he had forgotten his own birthday?
Then the significance of the day hit him. He would be 23, making it almost ten years since he summoned that faerie to heal Yuri.
It was his last day as a mortal. His last chance to ‘steal Yuri’s heart.’
Within those last ten years, Flynn had fallen for his best friend, something both expected and…out of the blue. Regardless, he had been extremely subtle with his affections, unwilling to jeopordize their friendship by making the other avoid him. That was the main reason why he had given up the immediate chase, but continued to love Yuri from afar.
Flynn turned his gaze from the calender to Yuri. He was going to have to make the most of it.
“Not that I can think of,” he answered truthfully. Flynn smiled softly, if a touch sadly, at the dark-haired man. Yuri seemed so relaxed, but Flynn could see the subtle nervous energy in him.
“Why not come down to the Lower Quarter for a bit? So long as you don’t wear anything that labels you as a Knight,” Yuri suggested. The Commandant looked down, seriously considering the idea. In the end, he thought it was the most convenient excuse he had to spend his last day with the people he loved.
“Alright. I can meet you at Rosie’s inn tomorrow morning.” There was silence between them. Flynn took off his boots as he waited for his friend to break it. Yuri looked like he wanted to say something, but, at the last second, thought better of it. Instead, he bid Flynn good-night, and exited through the window.
Flynn couldn’t help but stare at the space Yuri had occupied for a long moment. Eventually, he sighed and got ready for bed, idly wondering how much sleep he was going to get that night. It was most likely that he would get little, if any.
That night, Flynn slept the most peaceful sleep of his life.
~*~*~*
The morning found Flynn dressed in his casual clothes, gazing at his reflection with a frown. It was simple enough for people to mistaken him as middle class, but that wasn’t the problem. He felt as if something was missing. After a moment, his eyes trailed over to the reflection of his nightstand. It took another minute to remember what was inside the drawer. He turned, and strode purposefully to it. Flynn opened the drawer, pulling out a simple wooden box.
Inside the box was a keepsake of his Máthair. It was a silver necklace, the chain links woven together with care. Two faeries hung from this chain. One was made of sapphire, caught in a flirtatious pose. The other was of black opal, carved as if it was watching its sapphire companion. Máthair told him that runes had been inscribed deep within the stones, too tiny to be seen with the human eye. She had also claimed that said runes would protect the wearer from the fae folk.
A small smile upturned his lips as he slipped the necklace inside his pocket.
~*~*~*
His birthday had been quite the experience. Estellise had dragged him, Yuri, and the rest of their friends (who ‘happened’ to be in the area) all across Zaphias. Flynn had more fun on that day than any other, and not even the looming thought of leaving it all behind could depress him. When Ioder threw a ball in celebration of his birth, all he could do was blush and thank the Emperor, surprised and flattered at the gesture.
An hour before midnight, Yuri dragged Flynn away from the party. He had told the Commandant that there was something he needed to see. That was all it took for Flynn to agree, though the thought that it was the perfect way to spend his last hour lingered in the back of his mind. They wandered the gardens for a few minutes in silence. It was a nice night; the breeze was soft and cool, the moon a sliver of silver in the sky, the perfect spring night. But none of that crossed his mind as he simply basked in Yuri’s presence.
Eventually, the dark-haired man led him off in another direction. Despite his confusion, the Commandant followed his best friend loyally. They trekked across the carefully managed grass, eventually winding up at the base of a budding oak tree. Flynn was surprised at how tall it was, easily taller than any of the other oaks he had seen in his travels. He looked at Yuri, and found his friend had already started to climb up the tree. With a small sigh, the Commandant followed him.
They were about two thirds up when Yuri stopped, and casually rested on a thick branch. Flynn smiled a little as he stepped over the other man’s legs to sit next to him, balancing his weight carefully. When he settled, the Commandant looked up above, watching the boughs and leaves dance in the breeze. It hid and revealed stars with each movement, an intricate and unique dance of nature.
“Watch closely, and you’ll see what I wanted to show you,” Yuri commented half-an-hour later, turning his body to lean against the trunk. Flynn glanced at his friend, but obediently looked back up. A minute later, the star shower began. Fascinated, he could only watch as the stars fell across the horizon, briefly illuminating the sky before fading away forever.
It was five minutes to midnight when Flynn felt it, a numb feeling starting in his chest that slowly began to branch out. It seemed that his time really was almost up. The young man looked back at Yuri, whom had his eyes closed as if in sleep. Good thing he knew better. Flynn tapped his friend’s boot a couple of times to get his attention as he reached into his pocket to pull out Máthair’s necklace. He smiled softly at the other man.
“I want you to keep this,” he told him, causing Yuri to sit up straighter in surprise. Flynn wasted no time in slipping the silver chain around his friend’s neck, the faeries falling just above his heart. Yuri stared at him, shock, confusion, and suspicion all very evident in his face. He knew how much the trinket meant to Flynn, especially since he’d witnessed Flynn wearing it constantly before that fateful night. Smiling, the blond looked away from his friend, thinking.
There was only one minute to spare when the Commandant finally plucked up the courage to do one last thing. He turned his body to face Yuri again, gazing at the slightly worried face of his oldest friend. Flynn moved until his face was mere centimeters away from Yuri’s, who only widened his dark eyes. For a horrible moment, his courage nearly failed him, but the thought of the regret he would forever feel if he didn’t do this one last thing spurred him on. The blond closed the distance between them, chastely kissing Yuri’s lips right when the bell tolled midnight. He pulled away, feeling his body starting to disappear from the mortal realm. Flynn’s smile was tragically beautiful, before he leaned in again to whisper in his friend’s ear.
“I love you. Don’t forget me, okay?” His voice was soft, gentle, and when he pulled away, he saw the shock. Flynn glanced down, and was greeted with the sight of his body fading into the night. He looked back into Yuri’s eyes. “I don’t regret the decisions I have made.”
With that said, Flynn finally disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind the last proofs of his existence; a necklace, a teardrop, and a tingling sensation on Yuri’s lips.
Series: Tales of Vesperia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tales of Vesperia. I do own any and all OCs, as well as plot.
Warnings: Boy love, language, violence, post-game
Characters: Yuri, Flynn, entire Vesperia cast?
Pairings: Yuri x Flynn, I dunno about others.
Summary: When they were young teens, Yuri had contracted a life-threatening disease. To save him, Flynn made a deal with the fae, but there was a price. If he could not win Yuri’s heart by midnight on his 23rd birthday, Flynn would be taken to the faerie realm.
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Flynn sighed as he finished signing yet another document. He frowned at the stack, absently wondering just how many he had signed in a year. The Commandant reached for another to read, but a knock on his door interrupted him. He yelled, bidding the person to enter. Flynn stood when none other than Ioder walked inside, gently closing the door behind him. The Emperor smiled kindly at him.
“Flynn, I’d like you to take tomorrow off,” Ioder told him before he could speak. As if remembering the Commandant’s work habits, he frowned, adding, “If I have to, I will make that an order.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the blond dutifully replied, shifting only slightly in discomfort. This strange request confused him, making him wonder what the reason behind the day off was. Ioder just smiled brightly, and left Flynn to resume wading through the mounds of documents on his desk.
~*~*~*
It was late at night when he finally decided to call it quits. Flynn set aside his papers, and left the office. He met no one in the corridors, which suited him just fine; no need to spread more gossip about his ‘dedication to the Knights.’ The man paused outside of his door, still wondering why he was allowed tomorrow off. He couldn’t figure it out, but after a few moments, decided that it probably didn’t matter.
Upon entering the room, Flynn was surprised to find Yuri waiting there, leaning against the wall next to his bed. He tilted his head a little as he softly shut the door. His friend said nothing, choosing to simply stare at the blond Knight. It made the Commandant uncomfortable to be under such scrutiny.
“Have any plans for your birthday tomorrow?” Flynn frowned at the question, sitting on the bed. He looked at his calender, and couldn’t help but gape at the date. Had he been working so hard that he had forgotten his own birthday?
Then the significance of the day hit him. He would be 23, making it almost ten years since he summoned that faerie to heal Yuri.
It was his last day as a mortal. His last chance to ‘steal Yuri’s heart.’
Within those last ten years, Flynn had fallen for his best friend, something both expected and…out of the blue. Regardless, he had been extremely subtle with his affections, unwilling to jeopordize their friendship by making the other avoid him. That was the main reason why he had given up the immediate chase, but continued to love Yuri from afar.
Flynn turned his gaze from the calender to Yuri. He was going to have to make the most of it.
“Not that I can think of,” he answered truthfully. Flynn smiled softly, if a touch sadly, at the dark-haired man. Yuri seemed so relaxed, but Flynn could see the subtle nervous energy in him.
“Why not come down to the Lower Quarter for a bit? So long as you don’t wear anything that labels you as a Knight,” Yuri suggested. The Commandant looked down, seriously considering the idea. In the end, he thought it was the most convenient excuse he had to spend his last day with the people he loved.
“Alright. I can meet you at Rosie’s inn tomorrow morning.” There was silence between them. Flynn took off his boots as he waited for his friend to break it. Yuri looked like he wanted to say something, but, at the last second, thought better of it. Instead, he bid Flynn good-night, and exited through the window.
Flynn couldn’t help but stare at the space Yuri had occupied for a long moment. Eventually, he sighed and got ready for bed, idly wondering how much sleep he was going to get that night. It was most likely that he would get little, if any.
That night, Flynn slept the most peaceful sleep of his life.
~*~*~*
The morning found Flynn dressed in his casual clothes, gazing at his reflection with a frown. It was simple enough for people to mistaken him as middle class, but that wasn’t the problem. He felt as if something was missing. After a moment, his eyes trailed over to the reflection of his nightstand. It took another minute to remember what was inside the drawer. He turned, and strode purposefully to it. Flynn opened the drawer, pulling out a simple wooden box.
Inside the box was a keepsake of his Máthair. It was a silver necklace, the chain links woven together with care. Two faeries hung from this chain. One was made of sapphire, caught in a flirtatious pose. The other was of black opal, carved as if it was watching its sapphire companion. Máthair told him that runes had been inscribed deep within the stones, too tiny to be seen with the human eye. She had also claimed that said runes would protect the wearer from the fae folk.
A small smile upturned his lips as he slipped the necklace inside his pocket.
~*~*~*
His birthday had been quite the experience. Estellise had dragged him, Yuri, and the rest of their friends (who ‘happened’ to be in the area) all across Zaphias. Flynn had more fun on that day than any other, and not even the looming thought of leaving it all behind could depress him. When Ioder threw a ball in celebration of his birth, all he could do was blush and thank the Emperor, surprised and flattered at the gesture.
An hour before midnight, Yuri dragged Flynn away from the party. He had told the Commandant that there was something he needed to see. That was all it took for Flynn to agree, though the thought that it was the perfect way to spend his last hour lingered in the back of his mind. They wandered the gardens for a few minutes in silence. It was a nice night; the breeze was soft and cool, the moon a sliver of silver in the sky, the perfect spring night. But none of that crossed his mind as he simply basked in Yuri’s presence.
Eventually, the dark-haired man led him off in another direction. Despite his confusion, the Commandant followed his best friend loyally. They trekked across the carefully managed grass, eventually winding up at the base of a budding oak tree. Flynn was surprised at how tall it was, easily taller than any of the other oaks he had seen in his travels. He looked at Yuri, and found his friend had already started to climb up the tree. With a small sigh, the Commandant followed him.
They were about two thirds up when Yuri stopped, and casually rested on a thick branch. Flynn smiled a little as he stepped over the other man’s legs to sit next to him, balancing his weight carefully. When he settled, the Commandant looked up above, watching the boughs and leaves dance in the breeze. It hid and revealed stars with each movement, an intricate and unique dance of nature.
“Watch closely, and you’ll see what I wanted to show you,” Yuri commented half-an-hour later, turning his body to lean against the trunk. Flynn glanced at his friend, but obediently looked back up. A minute later, the star shower began. Fascinated, he could only watch as the stars fell across the horizon, briefly illuminating the sky before fading away forever.
It was five minutes to midnight when Flynn felt it, a numb feeling starting in his chest that slowly began to branch out. It seemed that his time really was almost up. The young man looked back at Yuri, whom had his eyes closed as if in sleep. Good thing he knew better. Flynn tapped his friend’s boot a couple of times to get his attention as he reached into his pocket to pull out Máthair’s necklace. He smiled softly at the other man.
“I want you to keep this,” he told him, causing Yuri to sit up straighter in surprise. Flynn wasted no time in slipping the silver chain around his friend’s neck, the faeries falling just above his heart. Yuri stared at him, shock, confusion, and suspicion all very evident in his face. He knew how much the trinket meant to Flynn, especially since he’d witnessed Flynn wearing it constantly before that fateful night. Smiling, the blond looked away from his friend, thinking.
There was only one minute to spare when the Commandant finally plucked up the courage to do one last thing. He turned his body to face Yuri again, gazing at the slightly worried face of his oldest friend. Flynn moved until his face was mere centimeters away from Yuri’s, who only widened his dark eyes. For a horrible moment, his courage nearly failed him, but the thought of the regret he would forever feel if he didn’t do this one last thing spurred him on. The blond closed the distance between them, chastely kissing Yuri’s lips right when the bell tolled midnight. He pulled away, feeling his body starting to disappear from the mortal realm. Flynn’s smile was tragically beautiful, before he leaned in again to whisper in his friend’s ear.
“I love you. Don’t forget me, okay?” His voice was soft, gentle, and when he pulled away, he saw the shock. Flynn glanced down, and was greeted with the sight of his body fading into the night. He looked back into Yuri’s eyes. “I don’t regret the decisions I have made.”
With that said, Flynn finally disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind the last proofs of his existence; a necklace, a teardrop, and a tingling sensation on Yuri’s lips.