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@cakeacake kindly let me line and colour one of their adorable sketches!

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authors just got released for the 2019 KH Exchange so I can share my piece here! if you like this you’ll love the gorgeous little fic @xehanortsreport made for me!

[phylumhearts]

aeleus/dilan modern au ficlet, 459 words

“... I’m sorry, I really can’t stay and chat. Don’t be a stranger, okay?” The blue-haired woman stretched upwards and Aeleus obligingly leaned down to receive a kiss on his cheek. She turned to Dilan. “It was nice to meet you. We should hang out properly sometime.” They nodded and with a quick wave she was gone, lost to the crowds of the city. Dilan frowned.

“And that was...?” The question came out sharper than they intended, but Aeleus didn’t seem to mind. He slipped his hand into Dilan’s as they started to walk in the direction they’d been heading before the interruption.

“Aqua. She’s a close friend of my brother’s, we’ve known each other a long time.”

“Mm. You seemed very friendly.” Aeleus nodded and that was almost the end of the conversation until he glanced over to Dilan, catching the sour expression that had crept onto their face unbidden. He rumbled a sigh, rubbing Dilan’s thumb with his own.

“She’s almost like a sister to me. And she’s a lesbian. And,” he placed his hand on his chest, “I’m gay.” The sincerity was sweet enough to tease a chuckle out of Dilan. He continued, perfectly straight-faced. “And she’s far too short for me. And she doesn’t like coffee. And... she prefers small dogs to big dogs.” Dilan was smiling by now, flattered by the reassurance, but Aeleus wasn’t quite finished. “And she’s thrown me flat on my back far too many times for me to have any dignity. It just wouldn’t work.” He dropped Dilan’s hand to wrap an arm around their shoulders, drawing them in close. They squeezed his waist in return.

“Thank you,” they said quietly. The pair walked in silence for a minute before it sunk in. “Wait.” Dilan looked up at Aeleus with a skeptical brow. “She’s thrown you flat on your back?”

Aeleus scratched the nape of his neck. “She does mixed martial arts at the same dojo as Terra. That’s how we know her - I used to do it too, but…” he trailed off. Dilan watched him carefully, still not sure how to read the tiny movements on his impassive face. “When I’m on the door at the club, people see a seven-foot man and get intimidated. When I’m in a martial arts centre, people see a seven-foot man and think ‘high centre of gravity’.” He held his hand up vertically, then quickly flipped his wrist so his palm faced upwards. “I didn’t train there for very long.”

Dilan chuckled, then burst into laughter. They looked up at Aeleus’ face, blank and earnest as ever, and composed themself, still smiling. “I shouldn’t laugh at that. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Aeleus kissed the side of their forehead. “I was trying to be funny.”