And ‘Be my valentine!’ For Clavell and Cyrano. I believe they’re called Directorshipping ☺️☺️ -@Magma-queen
AHH! *screams and flails in joy* Directorshipping!!! God the second Cyrano called Clavell "Velly" I was HOOKED! I gotcha covered, friend!
Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses"
“Velly! There you are!” Cyrano all but threw himself towards the director, eyes twinkling despite the stern glare he received in return. “Not happy to see me, are we?”
“On the contrary, I’m more than happy to see you.” Clavell softened as he was pulled into his lover’s arms, letting him kiss his cheek. “It’s the nicknames I can do without- must you insist on calling me that?”
“I wouldn’t if I didn’t know how much you love it.” The taller man nuzzled him, breathing in his aftershave. “You always blush when I call you that.”
“I do not.”
“Sure do. Don’t deny it, Velly- I know all your weaknesses.”
Clavell narrowed his eyes at him, stiffening some when Cyrano nuzzled his way down to his neck, sending ticklish waves across his skin. “Cy…”
“Hmm?” The other man’s hands traveled to his waist, fingers curling. Clavell jerked at the feeling with a small gasp- barely containing the giggles climbing his throat. “What is it, Velly?”
“You know what- d-dohoohn’t!” He tried grabbing his shoulders to push him away, but Cyrano was adamant on tickling him. He clung like an Octillery to a Cloyster- simply unmovable. “Chihiihiihihihihihie!”
“Didn’t I just tell you, Velly? I know all your weaknesses.” Cyrano giggled as he carried on gently pressing into his waist, making his lover squirm and titter. “I know you love it when I call you that.I know how my cologne never fails to make you weak at the knees. And I know just where to tickle you to get you laughing.” Finishing his statement with a sneaky pinch to Clavell’s ribs, he pulled him into his arms once more for a proper embrace, laying his face against his hair. “You already know my weakness.”
“Yes- your never ending love for the shade of blue, I presume?” Clavell grumbled against his chest, hating how right he was about the cologne.
“Well- yeah. But I have a far bigger one.” He leaned back to take his chin, bringing their foreheads together as he whispered the last part. “And that’s you.”
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falling for jason todd happens slowly and then all at once
it starts with lazy pre-patrol Friday evenings. he knows you don't have work in the morning so he stays for a snack before heading out.
it turns into "hey wanna watch a movie?" which turns into "I'm ordering food for us" and then you're lying on the couch at other ends but your feet are in his lap as top gun plays on the TV and he doesn't even realize he's doing it but he's rubbing the tension out of your heels.
it turns into "oh my office has a workshop for first aid happening" and you take it because you figure you should know how to patch him up after the bad nights
that turns into him showing up on a Tuesday night, which NEVER happens but he's on edge and he's anxious and he doesn't know what else to do and he just needs a hug and you do it.
you hold him until he stops shaking and he falls asleep on you like a weighted blanket.
maybe in hindsight, that is where it all started. waking up in a mess of limbs and untangling yourself, pushing him off until he falls on the ground and you laugh before leaving to get ready for work and... he doesn't leave. he's there when you come back in the evening because he just- he doesn't have an answer except, he didn't want to go.
you shrug and say you don't mind and you continue with your evening errands and chores and he orders food and during it all you realize how... domestic this all is.
it's a wednesday evening and he knows gotham is waiting for him but tonight...just tonight, he wasn't something calm, something normal.
the air is thick but neither of you address it. and he leaves eventually with unsaid words and confusion hanging in his mind.
the routine of friday night hangouts continue but every touch is more.. electric and neither of you say anything because you really do think that it's just in YOUR mind and the other doesn't feel that way at all.
it goes on for weeks and weeks until the tension gets so bad that you're snapping at each other for even breathing too loud but still you're in the same space because you can't handle the thought of being a part
it goes on for an embarrassing long time because even though the love is requited, you're both just fucking idiots
it goes on until a bad patrol night and he shows up with a bunch of knives sticking out of his back and instead of going to a safehouse or alfred, he's here. with you. and your hands are shaking because this surgery level shit and you took a BASIC aid workshop. you're crying silently as you do your best to fix him even with the Lazarus healing kicking in and you keep whispering to yourself "not yet not yet not like this not like this not before I can say-"
and everything just ...freezes
"Before what?" He rasps, his breath laboured and hard
"It's nothing-" You whisper and continue to bandage him
so he twists his back and looks at you, asking again.
"Before what?" His eyes are glowing green as his wounds are slowly starting to heal under your fingertips. "Please-" He strains. "Before what?"
"Before I can be brave enough-" You swallow, your shaking hands pressed against the bandage of his back
"Brave enough for...?" He whispers, his eyes darting across your face, memorizing every feature. Your eyes, your Cupid's bow, your parted lips-
"For this-" You finally take a leap and press your lips to his.
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