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FFIV & FFX-2: Culture Shock (3)
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV & Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Edge
Warnings: Crossover, angst, sap
Chapter: Three
Rating: PG
Summary: An ancient machina lands Gippal in a completely different world. For multi-chapter fics, pairings and warnings are chapter specific.
Edge doesn't quite mean for it to happen, and by not quite, that's actually saying not at all, but he recognises the signs soon enough. It's kind of obvious in the way his day isn't complete without at least an hour spent in Gippal's company. And it's certainly pretty clear in the way he misses Gippal when he's away searching for his machina. It might be signalled by the little sinking of his heart that happens every time Gippal might have found a piece of his machina, even if Gippal is sad if he hasn't found anything.
And it's definitely pointed out, in a rather glaringly obvious way, by the dreams Edge has.
He's infatuated with the man from another world.
He should hate it, except you can't quite hate anything about Gippal; not the way he walks or talks or eats his food, not the way he grins and laughs and acts like he's the best. You can't even hate him for effortlessly making everyone, except maybe Gramps, like him. The furthest it goes is finding he grinds on your nerves one day or another.
Edge doesn't even really find that.
It's getting more dangerous to spend those hours slightly tipsy with him, but there comes a point past caution when you just have to reach out and take what you want. Especially after a few drinks.
So Edge reaches out and pulls Gippal close and kisses him so hard he blinks three times, slowly, comically, before responding.
And then Gippal does some reaching out and taking of his own, in the form of pushing Edge against the wall and kissing the hell out of him, then dragging him by the shirt to the nearest bedroom.
Edge decides that reaching out and taking is decidedly a good thing.
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He thought he'd feel more uncomfortable, but Gippal just woke early to shake him awake, kiss him good morning and slip out. He's perceptive enough to see that Gramps would have a real snitfit if he found out Edge's latest exploit, and Edge is very, very grateful for that.
Not that he's ashamed of it.
When he sees Gippal again, later, when his duties are over, instead of just sitting waiting for him, Gippal is sat writing something out. His eye is scrunched up in concentration and he's frowning. Edge wants to kiss him, but at the same time he thinks he better not.
"Hey."
"Hey," Gippal says, with that grin, and Edge hands him the glass of wine and takes a seat and manages to look civilised and the picture of the happily idle king, at the same time as rocking his chair back onto two legs and kicking one foot into the air childishly.
"What're you up to?"
"I thought you wanted me to teach you Al Bhed," Gippal is teasing but serious and Edge moves closer to look at the letters, reaching up to run his finger over a letter, smudging it a little.
"It's like our writing."
"Uses the same alphabet as this language."
Gippal teaches him the way the letters sound different, and at some point he realises that neither of them have really drunk any wine and that Gippal's arm is curled around his waist and his cheek is against Gippal's shoulder. He likes the feeling so he doesn't move, listening to Gippal's voice, learning some of it but mostly just listening now and drifting...
Gippal smiles when he hears Edge's soft snore, carefully shifting to keep holding him. They could be more comfortable, but he doesn't want to wake Edge, so they stay there until Edge sits up straight and rubs his neck.
"Ouch. Crap. You could've woken me."
"You were snoring too loud to hear me shouting your name," Gippal teases, and Edge pokes him hard.
"Liar. You didn't even try."
"Maybe not. Shall we go to bed?"
It should seem strange to be going to bed with a man, but it didn't the day before and it doesn't now. Edge puts the chair against the door and Gippal nods approval of the precaution and starts to undress, undoing the straps and dropping his clothes in a heap. Edge starts to fold his, but when Gippal crawls into bed and gives him a cheeky grin as well as a 'come hither' gesture, he drops them all and goes to the bed.
There's no one who can come in and scold him for the mess of his floor anyway.
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It's days later when Gippal finally brings up the subject that Edge hates; going home. He hates the thought even more now because it's not just a friend he'd lose. Gippal is someone who knows him better than anyone. Gippal knows exactly which spots to kiss to make him shiver, knows the right words to say to get the right reaction, knows all kinds of little things that no one else would bother to know.
Being known like that is refreshing and Edge feels he could get used to it.
He doesn't protest, though. Gippal wants to go home and leave him, so Gippal can do that. Even though it hurts.
Something has changed though, because Gippal is more reluctant. Because he takes Edge's hand in his and traces the lines of the folds of his palm, his touch gentle, like he can read something in Edge's palm.
"I kind of want to go home," he says, softly, "but at the same time, I want to stay. I don't know what to do, so I figure I'll keep working on going home, and if I find a way, I'll choose then. Just... it's not easy for me."
That helps a little, knowing it's not easy, and it helps that Gippal is reluctant to leave his bed on the morning he goes. He lingers and lingers and kisses Edge goodbye at least three times before he puts his clothes on and again after. But then his grin comes up and he does a final kiss goodbye, a really good one that sends shivers down Edge's spine and makes him almost want to reach for him and pull him down onto the bed.
And then he goes with a wave and a smile and that helps Edge keep smiling, too.
After all, it sucks when things get too serious.
Pairing: Gippal/Edge
Warnings: Crossover, angst, sap
Chapter: Three
Rating: PG
Summary: An ancient machina lands Gippal in a completely different world. For multi-chapter fics, pairings and warnings are chapter specific.
Edge doesn't quite mean for it to happen, and by not quite, that's actually saying not at all, but he recognises the signs soon enough. It's kind of obvious in the way his day isn't complete without at least an hour spent in Gippal's company. And it's certainly pretty clear in the way he misses Gippal when he's away searching for his machina. It might be signalled by the little sinking of his heart that happens every time Gippal might have found a piece of his machina, even if Gippal is sad if he hasn't found anything.
And it's definitely pointed out, in a rather glaringly obvious way, by the dreams Edge has.
He's infatuated with the man from another world.
He should hate it, except you can't quite hate anything about Gippal; not the way he walks or talks or eats his food, not the way he grins and laughs and acts like he's the best. You can't even hate him for effortlessly making everyone, except maybe Gramps, like him. The furthest it goes is finding he grinds on your nerves one day or another.
Edge doesn't even really find that.
It's getting more dangerous to spend those hours slightly tipsy with him, but there comes a point past caution when you just have to reach out and take what you want. Especially after a few drinks.
So Edge reaches out and pulls Gippal close and kisses him so hard he blinks three times, slowly, comically, before responding.
And then Gippal does some reaching out and taking of his own, in the form of pushing Edge against the wall and kissing the hell out of him, then dragging him by the shirt to the nearest bedroom.
Edge decides that reaching out and taking is decidedly a good thing.
He thought he'd feel more uncomfortable, but Gippal just woke early to shake him awake, kiss him good morning and slip out. He's perceptive enough to see that Gramps would have a real snitfit if he found out Edge's latest exploit, and Edge is very, very grateful for that.
Not that he's ashamed of it.
When he sees Gippal again, later, when his duties are over, instead of just sitting waiting for him, Gippal is sat writing something out. His eye is scrunched up in concentration and he's frowning. Edge wants to kiss him, but at the same time he thinks he better not.
"Hey."
"Hey," Gippal says, with that grin, and Edge hands him the glass of wine and takes a seat and manages to look civilised and the picture of the happily idle king, at the same time as rocking his chair back onto two legs and kicking one foot into the air childishly.
"What're you up to?"
"I thought you wanted me to teach you Al Bhed," Gippal is teasing but serious and Edge moves closer to look at the letters, reaching up to run his finger over a letter, smudging it a little.
"It's like our writing."
"Uses the same alphabet as this language."
Gippal teaches him the way the letters sound different, and at some point he realises that neither of them have really drunk any wine and that Gippal's arm is curled around his waist and his cheek is against Gippal's shoulder. He likes the feeling so he doesn't move, listening to Gippal's voice, learning some of it but mostly just listening now and drifting...
Gippal smiles when he hears Edge's soft snore, carefully shifting to keep holding him. They could be more comfortable, but he doesn't want to wake Edge, so they stay there until Edge sits up straight and rubs his neck.
"Ouch. Crap. You could've woken me."
"You were snoring too loud to hear me shouting your name," Gippal teases, and Edge pokes him hard.
"Liar. You didn't even try."
"Maybe not. Shall we go to bed?"
It should seem strange to be going to bed with a man, but it didn't the day before and it doesn't now. Edge puts the chair against the door and Gippal nods approval of the precaution and starts to undress, undoing the straps and dropping his clothes in a heap. Edge starts to fold his, but when Gippal crawls into bed and gives him a cheeky grin as well as a 'come hither' gesture, he drops them all and goes to the bed.
There's no one who can come in and scold him for the mess of his floor anyway.
It's days later when Gippal finally brings up the subject that Edge hates; going home. He hates the thought even more now because it's not just a friend he'd lose. Gippal is someone who knows him better than anyone. Gippal knows exactly which spots to kiss to make him shiver, knows the right words to say to get the right reaction, knows all kinds of little things that no one else would bother to know.
Being known like that is refreshing and Edge feels he could get used to it.
He doesn't protest, though. Gippal wants to go home and leave him, so Gippal can do that. Even though it hurts.
Something has changed though, because Gippal is more reluctant. Because he takes Edge's hand in his and traces the lines of the folds of his palm, his touch gentle, like he can read something in Edge's palm.
"I kind of want to go home," he says, softly, "but at the same time, I want to stay. I don't know what to do, so I figure I'll keep working on going home, and if I find a way, I'll choose then. Just... it's not easy for me."
That helps a little, knowing it's not easy, and it helps that Gippal is reluctant to leave his bed on the morning he goes. He lingers and lingers and kisses Edge goodbye at least three times before he puts his clothes on and again after. But then his grin comes up and he does a final kiss goodbye, a really good one that sends shivers down Edge's spine and makes him almost want to reach for him and pull him down onto the bed.
And then he goes with a wave and a smile and that helps Edge keep smiling, too.
After all, it sucks when things get too serious.