Ask meme: Lelouch could definitively say he was very, very gay
… which he hadn’t been able to say before, because he didn’t have the words.
The Holy Empire of Britannia kept an iron grip on its mainstream media, and anything that did not strictly promote the good-blood-good-breeding-good-genes-optimal-man-optimal-woman-mate-to-produce-healthy-offspring-for-our-beautiful-society interpretation of the world winked and fluttered out of existence fairly quickly.
But the Internet will always be a more wild than domesticated animal, and tonight, some offhanded, disjointed research had led Lelouch to a site where people who felt like him talked about what it was like to have those feelings.
He learned what they called themselves.
He went to bed that night as he always did: fully clothed, with C. C. hogging half of it, and both of them knowing that despite his status as a pubescent boy nothing aside from the occasional sad bit of cuddling would happen between them, and for the first time in his entire life of feeling like this, Lelouch finally had a word that meant why.
“What’s up?” C. C. asked as he crawled in, pulled the sheets up over his shoulders.
“Are you kidding me? Your heart is pounding,” said C. C. He turned off the light. She pressed her palm flat against his back, felt him vibrate. “Jesus, Christ, it’s like you’ve got a scared little rabbit in there.”
send me the first line of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five! (or… maybe more, as was the case with this one lmfao)
