#sm ff

"Coming... back?" he slurred, a hungry desperation coming through despite the weakness of his query.

That's when she realized, she was finally witnessing a Mamoru with his guard completely down - no walls, no pretenses, no strong stoic front. He was usually very good at hiding it, but deep down, Mamoru was still that lost and lonely boy from the orphanage. A boy who somewhere along the way, stopped hoping anyone would ever come for him and resigned himself to a fate of loveless solitude and low expectation. Of course he wouldn't just blindly believe she was going to return for him. Not in this tired and insecure state.

It reminded her of another time and another place, where she herself was stripped of all defenses and only had but one beacon in her sea of night, one savior to cling to.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, visions of the funhouse from hell passing through her mind.

A fraction of the fog shifted in Mamoru's eyes, as somewhere deep within a connection was made, a memory triggered. Usagi wondered if he too realized the role reversal; the quiet importance of this moment.

He could have just said yes, but somehow the answer he did give was even more meaningful.

"Always," he murmured, the firm edge belying the sleepy tone.

Y’ALL. I KNOW IT’S BEEN 10 MONTHS. (You can direct all your complaints to my one year old 🤣)

BUT I’M BACK AND CHAPTER 29 IS UP AND IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER I’VE EVER WRITTEN TO DATE.

And I might be biased. But it’s GOOD.

LINKS:

FF.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12987251/29/Blind-Faith

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15334170/chapters/96359976

woops

GUUUUUYS. *PSST*. THINGS ARE HAPPENING!

"That was... something else," Mamoru commented, scratching at his head, the flutters of his previous terror still dying a slow death deep in the pit of his stomach.

"She thinks we're a couple," Usagi sniggered, apparently stuck on other matters.

"We do kind of look like one," Mamoru shrugged, trying to maintain a composed affect even through his furiously beating heart. Oh, how he wished they were. Standing here, just the two of them on this marble balcony drowning in coruscating moonlight, he had never felt the desire more intensely. Nor such a strong sense of... deja vu...?

He took a step closer, and he could have sworn he heard Usagi's breath hitch.

"I had a lot of fun tonight with you, Mamo-chan. Thanks for inviting me," she said, in a rush. Blinking rapidly as she stared at the lapels of his tuxedo-clad chest, where Mamoru was sure she saw his strange golden glow that still plagued him with curiosity as to its meaning.

"There was no one else I wanted here," Mamoru admitted. Another step. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but it was as if he were a puppet to the whims of his desire, so consuming as it was. There was a fire burning in his chest, maybe spurred by the fear he had felt upon briefly losing her, maybe flamed by the sight of her silver and resplendent under the moonlight, hair plastered beautifully into a single bun, face framed in escaping curls. She gazed up at him with parted lips.

Snippet...

“I feel like a celebrity!" she giggled, of course still managing to trip over the hem of her dress as the valet helped her from the Ferrari. She glared at Mamoru's golden glow rumbling with mirth as he came around to link arms with her once more.

“Careful, Cinderella. You're about to lose a shoe and it's not even midnight."

Usagi held tight to his forearm and her purse as they made their way inside into what sounded like a massive vaulted-ceiling lobby. Voices echoed and swelled around her and she had to swallow down a sudden burst of nerves. Being in crowded spaces blind was always an overwhelming feeling; it gave her an unpleasant sense of vulnerability. But Mamoru was right here, and just like her first few times on the bustling city streets of Juban, he acted as both comforter and guide. His squeeze was firm as he led them over to a group of his coworkers. Usagi smiled nervously. She wished she knew where to look as Mamoru introduced her.

She was light, like his brother, and she should have been a good match for him. But Helios’ personality was more suited to the mousy princess of Mercury, while Serenity’s personality held an underlying edge... a streak of rebelliousness that Endymion related to all too well. Like she, too, wished with all her being to be free from the constraints of royal life. When she peeked up at him again, spying on him in his pathetic hiding place spying on her, another smile graced her pink-rouged lips, this time morphing into more of a smirk. Playfulness danced in her eyes, and she threw him a wink.

A book suddenly snapped shut, startling both Endymion and Serenity.

“What, pray tell, are you doing over there, lurking behind the bushes, brother!?” Helios’ voice demanded, unnaturally sharp as a whip. Serenity had the courteousy to look chagrined, but Endymion, even though his heart was beating a mile a minute from having been found out, managed to retain a demeanor of cool as he snapped off a rose and began twirling it between his fingers when he wandered out. He kept up the bored affect as he drawled in reply,

“Who said anything about lurking? Can’t a man pick a flower for a lady without being accosted unfairly as to his intentions?”

“I see no lady here besides the one at my side,” Helios deadpanned, his eyes never leaving Endymion’s.

“Agh!” Endymion exclaimed, making a grand, exaggerated show of looking to either side and behind. “Lost another one I guess! I don’t know why that keeps happening.” He sighed dramatically and tossed his rose to the cobblestones. “Do tell Lady Metallia where she can find her gift.”

Serenity sniggered, but Helios was less than amused. His eyes narrowed. “You seem to be lurking nearby rather more often these past couple weeks, Endymion.”

“It’s called ‘living here too’. As always, you read too much into things, brother.”

Helios ignored the pointed look to his hefty tome that probably would have put the holy priest’s to shame, instead grabbing up Serenity’s hand. He sent a final glare over his shoulder as he began dragging Serenity off. “Come, Serenity, to the library. Let us leave Endymion to his imaginary women and find solace in a place he shall never set foot.”

When Helios turned back, Serenity used his inattention to catch Endymion’s, plying him with such a passionate roll of the eyes that he nearly laughed aloud, all commiseration at her plight. Helios was right, if there was ever a place he loathed to be, it was buried in the dusty shelves of Terran history. That place was almost suffocatingly dull. Something told him Serenity was of similar mind.

He watched her leave, sunlight glinting off her golden halo, and inwardly cursed himself.

He was stupid, careless moth to her intoxicating flame.

He was going to get burnt... and he didn't care.

DID I MENTION IT WILL BE RATED M???

Snippet...

He glanced over to see Usagi eying him contemplatively from her spot on the ground, beneath the shade of a weeping willow. It was getting a little less weird to see her as the famous Sailor Moon, the more time like this that they spent costumed in each other’s company. He was finally at the point where he could look past all the baubles and ornamentation and just see Usagi. She pulled her knees up to her chin and her voice was soft as she queried,

"Hey... do you believe in past lives?"

He wondered what brought that on... but then realized, she was probably just looking to kill time, in search of a distraction from the grueling physical labors that still lay ahead. Mamoru quirked a brow.

"I don't know," he answered seriously. "There's nothing disproving the idea, scientifically speaking. So I tend to err on the side of the Socratic paradox. 'I know that I know nothing'. Maybe we do lead lives before the one we find ourselves in, maybe we were nothing but dust. Who am I to say? All I know is, I must have been a frog in my mine," Mamoru scrunched up his face, thinking on all the tribulations that had plagued him since the day of the accident. Of course Usagi took it in a completely different direction...

"Sounds like the story of Prince Charming!"

He waggled his eyebrows at her. "You think I'm Prince Charming, huh?"

She went the reddest he'd ever seen her, which was ironic given that only earlier she'd transformed naked in front of him and didn't even bat an eye at that. Her response was littered with choked sputtering. "I... that's not what I..."

IN WHICH SH*T IS GETTING REAL... (and certain things are made known!)

Here, Usagi. Right here 😂

Summary: He was a stupid, careless moth to her intoxicating flame. He was going to get burned... and he didn’t care. Princess Serenity is betrothed to Endymion’s younger brother Helios, but an ancient law might just prove the loophole Endymion is looking for to have the princess as his own. Unfortunately... it comes at a cost.

COMPLETE. Rated M for “Mmm yeah, SilMil sex!” xD