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Paradigm Shift 65 [mm, sci-fi, mpreg. A/B/O]

Title: Paradigm Shift
Author: Harper Kingsley
World: ParaShift
Genre: mm sci-fi, mpreg
Rating: mature

"We're both scared," Park said. "This was never part of the plan, you and me, but it's the way things have worked out and we'll get through it. Together."

Gregor snorted. "It must be love."

"I wouldn't go that far, but it is really good compatibility. Maybe if we're lucky it will become love someday." Park settled on the bench close enough that Gregor could feel the heat all along his left side. "I think I could fall in love with you."

Gregor's mouth went dry and his stomach clenched tight. Park was always so controlled, the man tucked behind the mask of Magister until it was hard to tell what was there. But the tone of his voice was so sincere and when Gregor risked a peek he was shocked to catch such an open expression on the usually imperturbable face.

"You believe that, don't you?"

Park shrugged. "I'm not going to claim true love or that it's going to be a fairy tale romance, but I do really like you. Your attitude toward life makes me smile, and when I think of my future it makes me happy to imagine you in it."

A declaration of love would have sent Gregor running for the hills, sure that it was some kind of trap, but having Park flat out say that it wasn't love ... The possibility felt more natural, realer.

"I like you too," Gregor finally said. He glanced at the side of Park's face--the line of his jaw, the cut of his cheekbones, the arch of his brow--and sighed softly before scooting across the bench to lean against Park's side.

There was a moment of stiffness, then Park's arm went around his shoulder. He rested his head against Park's chest. The strong thrum of Park's heart beat beneath his ear.

"I guess we'll be all right," he said.

He was still terrified of what was going to happen, but he figured that at least he didn't have to be alone. They weren't in love, but a liking for each other was a start. It gave them something to work with and build on.

"Here, feed the fish." Gregor nudged the jar into Park's hand. "They really like these pellet things."

Park hm'ed agreement.

They sat on the bench as the frost melted and the household began to wake up around them. Gaping mouths made little popping sounds as the pellets were gobbled by the writhing mass of brightly colored fish. Gregor leaned against Park as he watched the fish, and he felt warm.

"This isn't so bad."

"Nope."
I didn't think you could steer this fic to believable happiness, but it's a miracle, you did. Your writing skill is ...it's just- really high. I couldn't have pulled this off.

Also, strangely, this fic is reminiscent of the Manna Administration verse, even though the plot is totally different.
/Police State fic, I didn't even know that was a genre. You and Orwell, baby, all the way!

#Your fic is Doubleplusgood!
Ah, thank you. I've written a lot of fanfic and original fic. My writing has gotten better in recent years, and it feels good to hear that other people have noticed. ^_^

I'm not Manna, but I looked her up and thank you for the rec. Her series sounds interesting :D