Hey, guys. So this is it! The end of I See Heaven Inside You! I really hope that you enjoyed the story, and if you're reading this late and you've seen things you think I should change, please don't hesitate to contact me. My next Big Thing(TM) will be a project I'm working on getting out for the start of November. I'm going to try to actually write out the full stories before I post anything now, mainly because of how stress-free posting this was. Anyway, enjoy.

CW: Mentions of surgery, mention of tactics people use to try to get LGBT+ people to believe they're sinful.

Malik hummed softly under his breath as he logged into his tumblr account. Ryou draped his arms around Malik's chest. He was still recovering from bottom surgery, so they had just decided to make their trip to Thailand slightly longer to make sure he was okay when they got back - he didn't have the insurance or the money to get it done in America. Even with the flights and accommodation, it was cheaper in Thailand. Probably due to the risk if anything went wrong, but nothing did. "You should be finishing your article."

"I'm nearly done, and I need a break." Malik turned his head and kissed Ryou's arm. "Go get your coffee, honey. It's on the counter."

"Thanks." Ryou pulled away and trudged over to the counter. "Are Bakura and Mehi up?"

Malik nodded. "Yeah, they both went down to the gym. Bakura's insisting that he can do Mehi's workout without dying."

Ryou hummed as he took a sip. "Fuck that's good. And he probably can."

"Yeah, but he hasn't managed it so far." Malik opened his messages. His account had gotten bigger and he usually had one or two asks every morning. "Are Mehi's parents still having us over for dinner when we get back?"

"Yeah, they're going to pick us up from the airport. Apparently Mellie threw up in Hernan's shoe though, so we should get them an apology present." Malik hummed in agreement. Mellie was a nuisance. Ryou drained the end of his coffee and moved back to the kitchen table. "Anything new?"

"One or two." Malik nodded, clicking into the one that caught his eye.

Hi! Sorry to bother you; I know you probably get asked this a lot, but do you ever struggle with your iman because of your sexuality? – Anon.

Malik chewed his lip and Ryou leaned over the glass top. "You've got your thinking face on. Something good?"

"Just looking for some advice, I think," Malik replied, pulling off his reading glasses and rubbing his eyes.

Ryou narrowed his own eyes. "How long have you been on your computer?"

"Since fajr," Malik admitted with a yawn. "Isis rang me. Rishid graduated."

Ryou grabbed his arm, eyes lighting up. "That's fantastic!"

Malik smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know. She wants us all to go out and celebrate with them and Kevin when we get back - I'm pretty sure Kevin's going to propose to him."

"Holy shit." Ryou's grin melted to a grimace and he sank back into his seat. "Sorry."

Malik frowned. "Wait, why?" His mind immediately went to pain and what could have gone wrong with his surgery.

The other shrugged, toying with his sleeve. "I'm the reason you're not out celebrating with him tonight."

Malik relaxed. "Hey, look at me." He shifted his chair a little closer, taking Ryou's hand. "I want to be here. We all do. You're not a burden on us."

"Yeah, I guess." Ryou sighed. "Still."

"Still nothing," Malik insisted. "You did the research, and it's your body. This is what you needed to do and we support you in that. You know that."

"I know." He gave Malik a small smile. "Thanks."

"No problem." Malik leaned in and kissed his cheek as the door swung open.

Ryou glanced up. "Did you beat her?"

"No," Bakura groaned, limping in. "She destroyed me." He tripped on the rug and flopped onto the couch with another groan.

Mehi locked the door behind them, sweaty but grinning. "You shouldn't have made a bet that you couldn't win." She pulled off her shayla and pushed strands of hair out of her eyes.

Malik rolled his eyes. "I don't think he knows how to make bets that he can win."

"Oh fuck you," Bakura huffed.

"Gladly."

Bakura peeled himself off the couch. "Anyone want to go swimming? I need a swim after that." He winced. "Sorry. Never mind." Ryou wasn't meant to swim for a few months.

"No it's fine," Ryou assured him. "Go change, I'll grab my book."

"Put on sun cream!" Malik called as Ryou stood up and made his way back towards the bedroom.

Mehi raised an eyebrow. "Are you not coming with us?"

"I am," Malik assured her, slipping his glasses back on. "Just give me a minute or two to answer this."

He turned back to his laptop as his partners wandered into the bedroom.

Hi, Anon. I want to start this off by pointing out that I used to struggle a lot with it, but this has changed in the last few years. In fact, the trials of the jihad I went through ended up strengthening my iman.

First of all, Allah created everyone in His idea of perfection. This is what I always say to people when they ask me this. Iblis didn't create humanity – Allah did. And yes, he can tempt us, but he can't create such large parts of who we are. He is a destroyer, not a creator like Allah.

Secondly, humans are flawed individuals, and even the best of us make mistakes and are biased at times. That had to include Muhammad-pbuh. No religious text can be taken to be the absolute word of any god as it was written by humans, and we are all tempted by our own likes and dislikes at times. Allah is merciful and would never hate someone for something like who they love.

Finally, I don't believe we can take everything in the Qur'an to have a literal meaning. Muhammad-pbuh often used metaphors to get across what he was saying, and it would be foolish to imagine him changing his methods purely for the sake of the written word.

So no, I don't struggle with my iman anymore. Not since I've made peace with my family and myself. I don't believe Allah hates me for my amazing girlfriend and boyfriends. And I refuse to believe He could hate such beautiful souls. I refuse to believe he could hate any of His creations.

Malik tapped his lip. It was missing something.

"Hey, asshole!" Bakura called. Malik looked up to see him already wearing trunks and a pair of goggles, his hair up in a ponytail. "You coming or not?"

"Is everyone ready?"

"Yup." Mehi came out, adjusting her swim cap. Ryou pulled up the zip on her bodysuit, clutching his book by his side. "We're just waiting on you."

"I'll be ready in a moment." Malik turned back to his computer.

I don't believe I'll be going to hell for loving who I do. I don't believe Allah would punish His creations like that. I might not see heaven when I die, but it sure won't be because of who I'm in a relationship with. A small smile grew across his face. And besides, what does it matter when I get to see heaven inside of them every day?

"Hurry up," Bakura groaned. "I need something to distract me from this pain."

Even if they are a bunch of assholes at times. Malik paused and then erased the last line before posting his response. "Okay, okay, I'm coming." He closed his laptop and stood up, kissing Bakura's cheek. "Let me just get my trunks."

Mehi cheered. "You're actually getting in the water! I'm proud of you!"

"Of course I am." Malik winked and slipped into the bedroom, a warm feeling in his chest. He changed as fast as he could and grabbed his own book. Realistically, he was going to spend more time reading with Ryou than swimming.

Bakura rolled his eyes when he saw the book but didn't comment. "Okay, are we ready to go?"

"Yeah, yeah." Malik pushed open the back door, leading out to the path. The entire hotel was connected by the paved or wooden paths, and all of them eventually led to either the pools or the gym. It turned out Mehi's parents had a lot of contacts that owed them favours. "Let's go."

Ryou slipped took his hand and squeezed as they left the room, and the heat washed over Malik. 

Yeah. This was the heaven he'd been waiting for.

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