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satans-assassin:

He laughed a little to himself, as he looked down again, “Yeah, I am..and yeah, I remember. But do I ever listen?” he asked, looking up again, finding it hard to not want to look at him. After all, he was back, and he was afraid if he took his eyes off of him, he was going to be gone forever. Turning back around with slight reluctance, he sighed, and poured a cup of fresh coffee, sliding it slowly over to Shirou, just the way he used to like it. He turned back around, and continued to stir the eggs he’d been scrambling. He wasn’t sure why, but eggs seemed to be the right thing to cook.

He suddenly didn’t feel hungry.

Pouring the done eggs and vegetables into a bowl, he slid the bowl to Shirou as he shoved chopsticks into it as well, sitting down at the end of the table nearest to him. He looked at his hands, and sighed. What was he supposed to say? It had been over a year now. He lifted his legs onto the chair and hugged them, resting his chin on his knee, closing his eyes. Then he re-opened them to make sure he was still there, making sure not to close them again.

He sniffled again. “I’m so afraid if I close my eyes..That you’ll disappear. I’m worried you’re a dream.” he finally said, after a few minutes. Looking up at him, he rubbed his eye, and placed it back around his leg. “I’ve been so lost without you.” He sighed. He’d have to tell him about when he ran away for 3 months, and didn’t tell anybody where he went, and how devastated even Shura was when he returned.

But that was a story for later.

Shirou couldn’t resist a chuckle upon hearing his son’s words, the amusement only increasing mildly when he saw what Rin was making; somehow, it reminded him of that first try back then, the scrambled eggs that had been full of egg shell pieces and an insane amount of salt. Rin had grown so much since then… in a lot of ways.

The smile fell as he listened to the boy continue, and Shirou’s eyes softened when he saw him huddle himself together on the chair beside him. He’d guessed it would be bad, but he’d also hoped it wouldn’t be this bad. He had already felt guilty enough for the things that had happened on the night Rin’s powers had awakened; for dumping everything on his son like that — maybe he should have told him before, prepare him better; if only he didn’t want to preserve his happiness so much! —, losing his head and slapping him, and then taking his own life and leaving him all alone. He’d believed in Rin; he knew he would get by, even if he wasn’t around. There was Yukio to help him, too (although Shirou knew the entire thing had taken its toll on the younger brother as well). Still, even if the Reverend knew it would have been impossible, for he couldn’t wish for two opposite things at the same time, he still wished there would have been a way that had let him stay with his son and help him through everything.

Well, obviously, it was much too late for such thoughts now. Yet, maybe it wasn’t too late to make up for it, now that he was back. Whatever the reason was, he had gotten an opportunity; he definitely wasn’t going to waste it.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. Food could wait; he pulled his chair closer, right next to Rin’s, and, reaching out, he pulled his son close to himself again. Usually, he would have tried to lighten the mood with some sort of joke, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it when the boy looked so lost and desperate. “I kind of screwed it up, didn’t I?”

He could only hope his touch would feel real enough to be of comfort and reassuring, but he still added his words regardless. “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

He let out a soft choke, trying to keep it his tears from coming out any faster, but to no avail. He gasped, and clutched tighter. “D-Don’t go..please…Just ..Just stay..” he sobbed. “I don’t wanna w-wake up tomorrow..a-and have you gone..Just..Don’t leave me again, Daddy..” he whispered. He felt real. He smelled real. Just seeing him here made it seem so unreal, though. He gasped, ignoring his question at the end. He also had heard the apology. He didn’t even need to apologize. He knew what his father did to save his life.

Sitting up part of the way, he looked up with his wet, red eyes, “Y-You’re really back, huh?” he asked, wiping his nose. He looked down, “H-Have you seen Yukio yet?” he asked quietly. He stayed close to Shirou. He didn’t want to move just yet. He felt..safe, again. “I don’t..I don’t know what to do..O-Or what to say..” he said, looking down. 

Here they were, reunited in the kitchen, and he had no idea what to say. Did he go back to normal? Or did he wait until things got settled again. Did everybody else know he was here? Or not? He bit his lip, and sniffled. He reached for his tail, and took it in his hands as he laid back against his fathers chest. He listened to his heartbeat. He closed his eyes, and  listened to it more intently.

“It’s real…” he whispered.

captain—kirigakure:

satans-assassin replied to your post

we should do something on arthur/rin

((What, something along the lines of Arthur trying to slaughter Rin?))

((LMAOOO Why not? ;D))

Favorite Character Moments » Rin Okumura

captain—kirigakure:

satans-assassin:

“Whats got yer panties in a bunch?”

“None of yer business!” Snap.

“What th’hell? What happened t’no more secrets?”

captain—kirigakure:

“Whats got yer panties in a bunch?”

fatalseduction:

"The thought of Rin making me suck his fingers clean after finger-fucking me makes me hot."

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"Judging by the fact how loud Rin usually is he must be a screamer in bed, moaning and screaming and begging for more like a needy whore."

otp: you'll ship us until your kokoro hurts
otp: you'll reblog a lot of fanart of us
otp: you'll roll on the floor because feelings
otp: and you'll scream everytime we show up together on the screen
me: yes my lord