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babbushka · 5 years

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White Christmas

Clyde Logan x Reader ; 1.9k

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten and children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

You’re in the kitchen finishing up the very last decorations on the gingerbread house, when Sadie sighs. She’s been huffin’ and puffin’ all evening, much to your dismay. You had hoped that buildin’ the homemade house from scratch would be a fun activity to end off Christmas Eve, but your normally sunshiney niece was practically gloom and glum all night.

She reaches for the final perfect gumdrop, but you use your hand to block her, givin’ her a questioning look, wondering what in tarnation is going on in that mind of hers. Christmas was her favorite holiday, it always had been, and for the first time in years all the Logans had decided to celebrate together, everyone staying in the nice new house you and Clyde bought after the heist.

“Do you think it’ll come tonight?” Sadies finally chews her lip and asks, pouts with those big sad eyes of a child whose dream has been crushed.

Your heart aches, knowin’ what she means. You both glance out the window, to the decidedly un-snowy front yard. In the reflection of the glass, you can see the disappointment on her face, and your heart aches.

“I don’t know sweatpea, but I hope so.” You say, twisting her ponytail affectionately.

“We’ve had snow every year.” Sadie sighs again, plucking off one of the red and green M&M decorations on the roof of her house, popping it in her mouth and chewing noisily before sighing once again with a, “I hate global warming.”

“Me too, me too.” You give a sympathetic smile, pulling her into your arms for a little while, a nice reassuring hug. Before you let her go, you try to get her back in the spirit by whispering real quiet so only she can hear, “But instead of worrying about that for right now, why don’t you run up and get ready for bed, hm? Santa Claus can’t come if you’re not asleep by eight.”

That perks Sadie right up, and before you know it she’s bolting out of your arms with a glance at the clock, realizing it’s already seven-thirty.

“Shoot, you’re right!” She gasps, “Goodnight Uncle Clyde! G’night Aunt (Y/N)!” She gives you each a kiss on the cheek, you in the kitchen and your husband on the couch in the living room, before running into one of the guest bedrooms which she has claimed.

You chuckle fondly at the renewed excitement, and with the gingerbread houses finished, you grab a mug from the counter and fill it with icy cold ‘nog.

You hang in the doorway for a moment, simply admiring the view before you. Clyde is relaxed on the couch in his Christmas pajamas – something you purchased for the whole family so you could all match. He’s got his prosthetic off, put away somewhere in the master bedroom, and his hair is freshly washed and fluffy. From the angle he’s sitting at, all you can see is the strong contour of his profile, and you get the sudden urge to kiss his nose.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

"May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white"

“Is that the news?” You ask, and he perks up at the sound of your voice, that permanent scowl of his fading away to something much more soft and sweet.

“Yep.” He says, forever a man of many words.

“Has the weather come on yet?” You ask hopefully, but he sighs in that very Logan way that they all do, and you already know the answer before he’s tellin’ you.

“Nope.” He tells you anyway. When he sees your eyes sadden, he reaches out to you, beckons you with his hand and a, “C’mere darlin’, sit with me?”

You sit on the armrest of the couch, and he wraps his arm around your waist. You lean your head on top of his and offer him the mug you brought, still nice and chilled from the frozen bowl you had poured it into just shy of an hour ago.

“Want some eggnog?” You offer, but he shakes his head, tears his gaze away from the news – still no weather – to look at you, smile at you.

“Not if you can’t have any.” He says, and you kiss him softly, just a chaste little something when you push it into his hand.

“There’s no brandy, I made it special so Sadie could have some too.” You explain and his whole face lights up at that, makin’ you chuckle and card your fingers through his hair gently as his huge mouth gulps down half the mug in one swig.

“When d’ya think we can tell everyone?” He asks, throwing a glance to your stomach, and you can’t help but laugh at the cream that sticks to his moustache.

“Not for two more weeks, just to be safe.” You reply, and he nods in understanding.

You steal the mug back from him for just a moment, just long enough to catch a sip or two before letting him finish it off, and you lean your head back down on top of his, feeling safe and warm in his loving embrace as the low light from the TV flickers on and on, as the two of you wait for a forecast.

The whole family has gone to sleep by the time you and Clyde decide to turn off all the lights and make your way upstairs.

With Jimmy across state lines to see his daughter more, the whole gang didn’t have much opportunity to get together all that often. You figured that if there were any time of the year to celebrate with your loved ones, it was Christmas, so you managed to convince Clyde to open up the house to his brother and sister, as well as some of your family and friends.

All in all, absolutely every one of the spare rooms was filled for a long weekend of all sorts of traditions. Sadie was so excited to see the new house, she ran around and around the place, gawkin’ and gaspin’ at the newness of it all.

You knew it shouldn’t make you feel so proud and petty, but well, compared to the kind of livin’ Bobby Jo had managed to secure for herself, you thought you did pretty damn good.

But Sadie was snoozin’ in her bed, as were everyone else. You thought about the poem, how Clyde had read it aloud to the whole group, his deep baritone the perfect pitch for the smooth rumblings about sugar plums and sleighs and tiny reindeer. You thought about how they were all dreamin’ themselves, the house so quiet as you both made the rounds to switch off the lights on the tree, blow out all the candles.

It’s only when you’re passing under the doorway to go into the kitchen and help Clyde put away the eggnog and gingerbread houses, that you see the little bundle of green that’s been taped up above your heads, your husband appearing just on the other side of the door.

“Would ya looky here,” He says shyly, always ever so shy your husband, shy as he smile and quirks a brow as he points up to the, “Mistletoe.”

“Now who put that there?” You wonder teasingly, softly, eyes already closing and leanin’ in, lips puckering.

“Someone smart.” Clyde whispers, arms coming around your waist, big warm hand splayed out on your back, pressing you close to him.

On the in the background Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye are singing in red velvet in front of a live audience, and you let your heart swell with the romance of it all.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten and children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

After smoochin’ in the doorway, the two of you can barely keep your hands off of one another, and he walks you back back back against the kitchen counter. He’s so strong, sometimes you forget how strong he is, your husband, forget those special ops muscles. He’s eager, excited, his kisses more and more urgent as he maneuvers you so that he can stand between your legs as your breath puffs and pants against one another.

Y’all hadn’t had much opportunity for any sex, with the entire house packed with family, and you knew you couldn’t reasonably get away with anything in this moment, but it was still thrilling to try. He’s handsy, big warm palm sliding up your blouse and gropin’ grabbin’ pinchin’ at ya.

You only giggle and bite at his lips, bite at his big cheesin’ grin, that special smile only you ever get to see.

You lean back enough to just get a good look at him – and that’s when you notice it.

“Clyde!” You gasp softly, hopping off the counter and immediately moving to the living room once more.

“Hmm?” He frowns, concerned and following you hot on your tail, not seeing what you’re seeing.

But you see it, the soft white flurries that flutter down from the black of night. The porch-lights are on and you can catch bits and pieces of the fluff. Your first thought is of Sadie, how she’s going to get to wake up to a winter wonderland, get to wake up to snowmen and snow angels and maybe even a snowball fight.

But your second thought, is that you want to feel the snowflakes on your face, on your tongue, and even though it’s late, you turn to Clyde with a pleading, hopeful expression.

“Can we go outside?” You ask, your hands braced on his chest, practically unable to contain yourself.

He smiles and kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, until you’re laughin’ and coverin’ your mouth to try and keep quiet, so as to not wake up the rest of the family.

“Only if you’re warm enough darlin’, I don’t wantcha catchin’ cold.” He says softly, appraising you in your pajamas, wondering if he should stick you in ten more layers.

But then you’re grinning up at him, pulling him by the hand to stick your feet into slippers to protect from the chill of the snow that’s already starting to stick, and you toss him one of your beaming grins with a twinkle in your eye as you tell him, “I won’t be if you’re holdin’ me.”

You don’t stay out long, just enough time to get the cool bite of the gentle breeze on your face, jack frost nipping at your nose, as they say. Clyde is right by your side, hand on your waist, walking around and around the yard with you in the dark, the only light coming from the strands of icicle lights that Jimmy had helped hang up, and the porch lamps.

It’s not much right now, but you just know that come morning, Sadie’s going to be laughing and shouting and wakin’ y’all up to come outside.

So for now, it’s enough that it’s here, enough that you can chuckle softly as you brush the snow out of Clyde’s hair.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

"May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white"

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shroudingmists · 6 years

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Lockwood, ❛ are you just going to stand there the whole time? ❜

(Bless you for actually finally making me write something with these two–omg. This one will definitely be a bit (edit: oh my god, I went nuts) longer, ‘cause I have the feeling I need to pop in some lore stuff, too. Not that y’all are here for lore stuff, but ‘YANNO.)

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“They still haven’t…?” Amaterasu trailed off, gratefully extending her mug to Cecelia, who poured hot water into it. The clan’s matriarch shook her head, but couldn’t help wear the most shit-eating grin she could manage.

“I mean, it’s kind of cute,” she sighed, her rich voice still thick with sleep. “The respect those two have for one another is…”

“Outstanding,” the Pearlcatcher finished her best friend and leader’s sentence, leaning her cheek–still indented with pillow marks–onto her palm. “You’re right, it is cute. I’m simply curious as to…why, however. It’s not as if I’d ask him, though. I respect the both of them too much for that.”

Cecelia slid onto the bench next to her counterpart with a nod, rolling her shoulders to loosen them. “Do you know that Lockwood has mated with someone from every Flight?”

Amaterasu nearly spat out a mouthful of hot tea, instead choking on it oh so gracefully. Somewhere between a fit of laughter and disbelief, she shook her head. “No.”

“Oh, yes,” Cecelia hummed, amused, curling her bare toes on the floor below. “It’s not that it’s a secret, mind–it’s simply something he doesn’t think much of. But all the travel he did when he was younger? Before he found me? It had a lot of…benefits.”

Amaterasu, blinking both bright blue eyes in surprise, popped her lips. The question lingered, and lingered…

“And yes, there are details. He remembers them all fondly–they apparently meant a great deal to him. Once in a while, he writes letters. It’s good to keep up with the other Flights, after all–we both believe that. And this is another way he does so. Other than correspondence from you Ambassadors, of course,” Cecelia corrected herself, smiling fondly at her dear friend. “I’d never begrudge him that, ever.”

Amaterasu’s cheeks warmed at the expression on Cecelia’s face, and she sighed into her mug. “You two are…amazing. I could never hope to be–”

“You are, and don’t think that you aren’t–please, do not,” the matriarch spoke firmly, but calmly. Rubbing her eye patch calmly with one finger, she nodded. “For setting aside your former beliefs, to allow them to–”

“I was foolish, and childish. But I suppose that happens when you grow up with those beliefs. I saw pairs mated to multiple others, but I always thought it was…forbidden. Secret. Dirty, even,” the linguist hummed, thoughtful with her words. “But when I came here, when I saw the love that they had for each other…when we all spoke, together, about it? My mind was clear.”

“Lots of things change. Or can, really. It’s amazing, isn’t it?” the former Fae hummed, stretching her arms above her head. And then, she tilted her head, motioning to herself with a quick flick of her fingers. “Case in point. But…” she trailed off.

Amaterasu tipped her head, curiously. “…but?”

“Something felt different with him, this morning. When we were doing patrol, he seemed a bit distracted. He’s a little…” she laughed, pursing her soft lips together. “He’s a little, ahem. Antsy, I think.”

“Do you think…soon, then?” the Pearlcatcher whispered, hopefully–perhaps a bit proudly.

Cecelia nodded, and lifted her mug. “Here’s to hoping.”

And when their mugs clicked merrily together, they laughed–heartily–damn near spilling the contents on themselves all over again.

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Sitting at his desk, leaning on the back two legs of his chair, Terrato balanced a pencil between his nose and upper lip. It was certainly not like him to zone out so terribly during his work, but…

It seemed that he wasn’t the only one distracted, as of late. And he noticed that he had been, very much so. He wondered why that was, often. He had every need taken care of, or so he believed…so what was missing, that he kept a weather-eye out for? Hm.

Shifting, slightly, he got only a slight warning skid–the already unbalanced chair’s legs tipping out from beneath him. Rearing up with a muffled yelp, there were suddenly hands on his shoulders, the chair once again resting beneath his backside. Heart pounding, pencil abandoned on the floor, he twisted his head around to see…

“Now that’s…a very interesting way to study,” Lockwood laughed, his brilliant green eyes shining in the golden light from the window. “Takes talent, ‘mon,” his accent drawled, sending a rather firm chill down Terrato’s spine. “I hope I didn’t scare you, it wasn’t me intention.”

Terrato shook his head, offering Lockwood a calm smile–even if his heart still pounded. “No, no,” his always-quiet voice whispered. “I’ve just been a bit distracted this morning, I think. Might need a strong cup of Vashon’s coffee, though I’d be up ‘til next morning,” he sighed.

It was then, he realized that the clan leader had waltzed into his room in naught but a towel. It wasn’t like it was the first time he’d done it, of course, but this time was…well…

“U–uh, did you…did you get a nice bath? You just got back from patrol, yes?” his voice squeaked out. “D–did it…did it go w–”

But he didn’t have time to finish, the mouth above his suddenly on his. By the Lady of Glade, he could have barely thought before. But now? His eyes fluttered shut, mouth opening without much thought, to let Lockwood’s tongue slide in.

“We’ve…both been distracted, haven’t we?” Lockwood ventured, peppering kisses to his precious mate’s lower lip. It only took a moment until they dappled his chin, making a lazy line down to the side of his neck. “I was thinking about you, this morning. We been…together for a while, right?”

Terrato shivered, managing only a breath of an ‘uh-huh’ as his fingers brushed carefully through his mate’s heavily dreadlocked hair. “It feels like…forever, hasn’t it? Like we…like we knew each other in another life?”

Lockwood’s eyes widened. Terrato flinched, as if he’d said something wrong–but it was because tears had welled into his eyes, and they’d surprised the Guardian greatly. “I–I, uh–I can’t, why am…why am I–?” he startled, rubbing his hand up his cheek frantically. “I? I’m sorry?” the man let the words fall from his lips in a tumble, only to be met with a kiss again.

But, it’s true. Every word of it, the rational portion of his brain sighed in annoyance.

“When…when I saw you out there in the Labyrinth for the first time, you’d been watching me for a while. I be right about that part at least, right?” Lockwood questioned, curiously, brushing his thumb softly across a splash of freckles on that lovely face. When Terrato nodded, he leaned into his palm, and kissed it.

“I thought you’d find it odd, and I couldn’t find the words to express the draw I felt to you,” Terrato sighed, as his mate busied himself with pressing kisses a little more and more urgently to his neck. “The–the sheer–ohhh…” he moaned, a whimper bubbling up behind it. “The sheer calm you exuded, your…grace, the…” the words that normally came so easily were definitely hard to find, with something very noticeable pressing up against his inner leg. His hands floundered a bit, before finding his hips–gripping, carefully.

Not carefully enough, however, that the thin towel that covered Lockwood had any chance at all of staying up. Fluttering to the floor, a wash of heat pooled all the way to the Spiral’s ears.

“…oops.”

Lockwood laughed–loud, booming, causing the smaller man to hide against him. “I didn’t do that on purpose!” he yelped, though a lilt of laughter followed after.

“I mean, it…make it much easier, I guess?” the man whispered against his hair, fingertips tracing his mate’s hipbone. When Terrato finally got the nerve, he peeked down. Blinking, it took a great deal of effort to not let his jaw drop.

A hand slid under his chin, and pulled up.

“Are you just gonna’ stand there the whole time? Or…?” he murmured, even as his mate’s face melded into his large palm again. Oh, he loved it when he did that…

But he loved it even more when he found that he was being nudged backwards, and took the short time until his back hit Terrato’s bed, to undo his pants. Reaching for him, the clan’s historian slid surprisingly easily onto his bare legs–just below his waist. Biting his lip, he seemed to watch in pure fascination. Thinking. The Summoner’s lips pulled into a grin–when he got like this, he was so…beautiful. Stunningly so, even hauntingly so.

“I’ve never been with a man before,” he finally admitted, brushing his fingertips up Lockwood’s length, marveling as he felt it tremble under his touch. “But all I do know is that I—I want you to–” he stumbled again, shoulders a bit tense. “Can I–?”

“Don’t ask, my heart. Do.”

Terrato shuddered. He always knew what to say. And he always knew how to look insanely amazing while saying it, that much was for certain.

Sitting up, he carefully maneuvered himself out of his slacks. It wasn’t as graceful as he’d hoped it would be–given his position–but he was rewarded by a kiss once he’d slipped onto his hands and knees to greet his mate face-to-face. Pursing his lips a bit after he’d kissed him, Terrato dug around beside them for a moment. When he presented Lockwood with a small bottle, he flushed again.

It was half empty, and Lockwood needn’t ask why–but he did anyways: “you been testing it out?”

A little nod, and the Spiral swallowed the lump in his throat. “It was hard, at first, but I…I want to, for you. It’s been, ah. An experience, that’s for sure,” he laughed, trying to lighten the fluttering of his heart.

And when he’d merged back into reality, he realized that it had taken Lockwood exceptionally little time to flip the bottle’s cap open, and apply it liberally to his fingers. Well….well, damn. He’s good. Very good.

It took no words between the two of them, as it hadn’t when they’d first met. He laid on his mate’s chest, breathing in his scent deeply at his neck. The liquid was cool only for a moment, but it still made his breath hitch, especially as a finger pressed into him.

It was so different than when he did it to himself. He shouldn’t have been surprised, but certainly was, especially when he found himself being spread further to accommodate Lockwood’s touch. Arching, he pressed his aching member between their stomachs, breath quickening.

“Relax…just a little more,” the man beneath him soothed, twitching his fingertips inside, getting a good feel for things. “There…much better…” he sighed, rolling his hips slowly, already eager for what he knew was now inevitable. “So…warm…warm like the sun under the leaves…”

Terrato whimpered, rolling eagerly into his touch. Too much…too much, it’s been too long, I can’t…

And he moved without much thought, sitting above Lockwood with a surprisingly eager expression. A mix of a smile, and…coyness? Was he being coy with him? Lady of Glade preserve him.

He was much thicker than his fingers (not that this really surprised him, per se), and it took a moment or so (and a couple deep breaths, for certain) to position things just perfectly. Twining their fingers together, Lockwood’s expression was enough to help him through it…it always would be.

The noises that followed were enough to drive him completely insane–he was sure of it. His soft little moans, his startles, his gasps, everything, could have ended him right then and there. But Lockwood heaved in a breath he realized he hadn’t taken in ages, and arched his hips. I’m…I’m inside him. I’m all the way inside him, I–

“B–big…you’re really big,” Terrato giggled, lovedrunk. Glancing a hand down his own stomach, he drifted his fingertips on the wonderfully soft patch of hair that trailed along it. He couldn’t help envision how far it went in, really, it was…exciting. “All of it…inside…”

Lockwood’s vision dimmed. Or, did it brighten, as more sunlight began leaking in from the horizon? Either way, he was sure that Terrato had a halo gracing his soft, sandy hair. Without second thought, he took his hips in his hands, and moved.

The Spiral made no effort in being quiet, and he loved it.

He loved the way his head tossed as he took pleasure in finding the best spots inside. He loved the way that he rubbed himself, a hand on his cock, one at his sensitive nipple. He loved each and every noise, and their varying pitches.

And yet, it still wasn’t enough–not until his back lifted from the bed. Embracing Terrato, his hips bucked frantically.

When the man was moaning into his shoulder, that…yes…that was it. Clinging desperately to him, he felt his nails running down every inch of his dark skin that he could manage…and he loved that, too.

His legs unfolded like a flower to either side of him, the balls of his feet dug so deeply into the down comforter, that he thought he’d rip right through it. The view was nothing short of spectacular, and he took care to stroke those freckled thighs over and over again. Batting his hand out of the way gently, he stroked Terrato himself, in time with his thrusts.

If no one had heard them before, they’d certainly hear them now–because Lockwood’s voice had joined in Terrato’s chorus of pleasure. He could hardly help it, it was…so freeing. And when he buried his head into his neck, he closed his eyes, and allowed himself to be entirely lost there.

My Terrato. My mate. My life, my heart. Finally, we are…

“L–Lock, I– “

“I know…I know, me too, I…” the Guardian breathed heavily, barely able to catch any air at all. “Together…we gotta’…together…”

Terrato sobbed a moan into his hair, grip growing weaker as his toes picked up the slack to curl even tighter. “Inside me! Please, I–!” he wailed, bucking with such a rhythm that even surprised his mate.

Lockwood’s throat tightened, and he realized he’d begun to purr.

His pupils dilated, heavily, something inside snapping.

With his mouth on Terrato’s neck, he marked him without second thought. Both with a bruise the size of the Behemoth, and inside alike–coming with a muffled growl of pleasure. Especially since he had gotten his wish: a splash of fluid between their stomachs, that made his body pulse deliciously over and over again.

Terrato’s eyes were wide above, entire body trembling as he clung desperately to Lockwood’s entire head.

He’s…he’s still purring…and–and he? Oh…oh, my sweet Glade Lady. How…? How was this–?

“Terrato…” Lockwood strained, barely able to find his voice. It may have been a little bit harder, due to his face being crushed against his mate’s slender chest…but that was beside the point. When he finally felt his grip loosen, he gazed upward into the surprised face above.

Without a word, he leaned up, and rubbed his own against it.

He scented him without second thought, thick eyelashes fluttering each time he dipped in again. His mate leaned into each and every touch, whimpering. He knew what it was, they both did, and there was no denying it–not now.

“…proxy?” Terrato whispered, kissing Lockwood’s forehead.

“Yes–yes, I think so,” the Guardian sighed, pressing his face over and over again into that beautiful freckled skin. “I should’ve known…I should’ve…”

“Shhh. We know now. That’s all that matters, right…?”

Lockwood peered up. Swallowing, he extended his hand, as was ritual.

Without hesitation, it was taken, and their fingers twined.

“…I accept you, Lockwood, Druid of the Mists, as my Guardian. From this moment on, and for all time. May I be worthy as a Charge, may I guide you, as you protect me. May we be together, bonded, into eternity. As I know you in this life, may I find you in the next,” Terrato’s words quivered, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

Those words, he’d heard from so many clan members. He’d heard them countless times, and now he…

Lockwood bowed his head, kissing the hand in his own.

“May I protect you, and may you guide me as you will. May me scales be your armor, and me words be your comfort. May I be with you until our last days. May our final breaths be breathed as one, and may our hearts meld into the Labyrinth…forever…”

The last word escaped strained, tears falling hotly from his lovely green eyes. Words he’d spoken before, with Cecelia. And he’d meant every one of them, just as he had now.

Terrato threw his arms around him again, and burrowed tightly. “I love you, Lockwood. I love you..so much…”

Lockwood squeezed around his shoulders and chest, shivering. “Love you more.”

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The day passed, from morning until night, without their appearance into the clan’s daily life.

No one questioned this, but everyone certainly celebrated it.

And when they finally emerged to the nightly bonfire, they found the entire clan waiting for them this time. The Fireflies were already dancing, and mead flowed freely from casks that Iavor had hauled out into the clan grounds.

Everyone….

Lockwood and Terrato glanced at one another…and laughed.

“I–I guess they heard us,” Terrato sputtered. Despite this, he took Lockwood’s hand in his own, firmly. And together, they walked as one.

Cecelia’s single eye shone freely with tears of pride.

Amaterasu, holding onto her arm, beamed brightly.

And they greeted their mates into their arms, arms interlinking into one solid embrace.

Finally…

#'Rah Tag #The Clan in the Mists #C: Lockwood #C: Terrato #C: Cecelia #C: Amaterasu #SCREAMS LOUDLY INTO THE AIR #HOOOLY CRAAAAP THEY DID IIIT!!#HOOOOLY GOOOOD FIVE YEEEARS!!

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its-love-u-asshole · 7 years

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Comfort Kisses [fic]

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei/Kuroo Tetsurou

Summary: Kei swallowed from where he was sitting on Tetsurou's bed, clutching the sheets in his hands as he tuned back in on whatever Tetsurou was talking about. It was hard, especially when some traitorous aspect of Kei only wanted to focus on his boyfriend’s lips and nose.

Kei didn’t know how he ended up in this position, craving affection, but he figured it was best not to dwell on it.

Rating: T

Tags: fluff, established relationship, Kei hates the mall and loves eskimo kisses

Note: Eskimo kisses y’all, that’s what I’m about. I wrote useless fluff because I was having a mini writer’s block on all my multichapters, so yay? lol, thanks to @meliegribouille for giving me some opinions on this! Enjoy~

AO3

It wasn't as if Kei was...envious of the affection other couples gave each other. Far from it. Tetsurou gave him more love and attention than he'd initially known what to do with. Kei liked to tell himself it was aggravating, annoying even, to have Tetsurou say and do such corny things. He knew deep down it wasn't true.

Of course, when the pair had first started dating, Kei was overwhelmed by the cheesy texts, the subtle touches, the shameless declarations...all of it seemed way too over the top and embarrassing. Half the time, his mind told him Tetsurou must've been joking, maybe making fun of him. Kei hadn't had a clue about how to react.

He'd been a lot more insecure and distrusting then, and while not all of those problems had gone away, he was a lot more comfortable with Tetsurou these days. While he wasn't completely used to the caresses, the gifts, or the kisses, he no longer doubted the nature of them. Everything Tetsurou said and did was genuine, and it set Kei's heart ablaze in ways he didn't know how to deal with. It was unfair.

This was unfair.

Why am I like this?

Tetsurou was talking beside him as they lounged in bed, oblivious to Kei's internal panic. As he went on about some movie they'd seen recently, all Kei could think about was their trip to the mall earlier that day.

It was winter now, the air outside cold and biting. People were obviously bundled up, sharing coffees and hot chocolates, cuddling closer even in public. Hell, the season was so powerful, it made Kei feel more affection starved than usual. He found himself clinging to Tetsurou more, striving for warmth.

He'd been watching the crowds of people, waiting while Tetsurou had left him to get them both dessert, and slightly grumpy due to the absence of his boyfriend's warm body.

He was getting antsy, when he'd seen a couple a few tables away lean in close, shamelessly nuzzling each other's noses and cheeks to provide warmth. They giggled and smiled, uncaring of the glances they received, too wrapped up in each other.

Ever since then, Kei had been in hell.

He wondered how it would feel, how Tetsurou would react. They'd never done it before, yet it seemed rather common among couples. Now, no matter where Kei looked, he saw pairs sharing the innocent 'kisses,' radiating affection sickeningly.

Disgusting.

Shameless.

What were they thinking?

Kei wanted to try it so bad.

At the thought, his fists clenched in the soft bedding beneath him, a shiver traveling up his spine. The heater was on, so he couldn't blame the cold.

Fuck.

Maybe if he just did it, it would be fine. It wouldn't be too out of character.

Right?

No. Like hell. There was no way he of all people, could initiate that sort of kiss. It was way too cutesy, not befitting someone tall and stoic like him. It would just be weird.

And yet...

Kei tugged at his fingers, trying to will the butterflies in his stomach to calm down.

No matter what he did, he couldn't shake the thought, the urge to grab Tetsurou's face and rub their stupid noses together.

Kei was two seconds away from bashing his head into the bedroom wall. How had it come to this? He never would've thought he'd get to this point in a relationship, but he guessed it wasn't too big of a surprise anymore. It was simply because he'd gotten used to their affectionate exchanges, that was all. It was common for Tetsurou to kiss him randomly, to join their hands together, to cuddle and touch without care.

Surely, he could play this off as no big deal...

Oh, who was he kidding?

He most definitely could not do that.

Every time he worked up the slightest courage, he hesitated, and then ended right back at square one.

"Kei, are you alright?" Tetsurou's voice broke through his tangled thoughts, and Kei turned to him, blown away by the soft smile on his face. It was hard to remember sometimes, to believe that such a smile was all for him. "You're a little tense."

There was apparent worry in Tetsurou’s voice as his hand reached up to grab Kei's. Luckily it was still cold from the weather outside, not quite warmed up yet. Had Tetsurou touched his neck or his face, he probably would've thought Kei had a fever.

"I'm fine," Kei said easily, melting some more under the other's gaze. "Just--"

"Cold?" Tetsurou asked, somewhat amused. Without waiting for Kei to respond, Tetsurou grabbed the comforter, wrapping it around both of them and pulling him closer until they were leaning against the headboard. "It always takes you forever to warm up."

You always help.

Kei's heart swelled with delight, though he still felt guilty for ignoring Tetsurou's ramblings in favor of fretting over his own cowardice. "Whatever, it's not my fault it's cold. What were you saying?"

There was hardly any bite in his complaint, and Tetsurou knew it, laughing lightly as he went on. "Well, I still say we should've seen the other movie, because..."

And of course, because Kei was the worst, his mind drowned Tetsurou out again, focusing back on his earlier struggle.

He felt warm and cozy under the comforter, his hand linked with Tetsurou's like it was the most natural thing.

For them it was. It wasn't awkward anymore, nor unwanted. Kei's hand belonged in Tetsurou's.

They came home to each other, had seen each other at their worsts. With tears running down their faces, with little to no sleep, they'd witnessed it all. Every bad mood, every hard night, every embarrassing episode...

They shared all those things, so why couldn't Kei let them share this?

Kei swallowed from where he was sitting on Tetsurou's bed, clutching the sheets in his hands as he tuned back in on whatever Tetsurou was talking about.

It was hard, especially when some traitorous aspect of Kei only wanted to focus on his boyfriend’s lips and nose.

Fuck. No. I'm not going to do it. I can't. It's stupid. I don't care.

And there was the hesitation...

"And like, the special effects were pretty bad," Tetsurou continued, his rant far from over. "I've seen better horror flicks from the nineties and..."

The longer he avoided this, the longer he'd be unfocused and nervous.

Kei felt bad for ignoring his boyfriend, he really did. The guilt was back to festering in his gut. Regardless of what everyone thought, he rather enjoyed listening to Tetsurou, since they tended to share similar opinions. Talking with his boyfriend was hardly dull, and had Kei not been so fixated on his own internal predicament, he'd have been more than happy to bash that disgrace of a movie he'd been forced to endure.

It really had been awful. So awful, that halfway through it, they'd decided to just say fuck it, and made out for the rest of the movie.

In the theater. In public. Kei's breath stilled a little at the thought, a pleasant tingle running down to his toes.

Wow. Really?

Compared to that, Kei's problems seemed stupider than ever. They'd practically almost jumped each other in a dark, popcorn littered movie theater and yet...

Why couldn't he do this again? In the privacy of their own home?

The worst Tetsurou could do was laugh at him, and that would hardly be the most humiliating thing Kei had ever done in front of the raven. Kei had once laughed so hard on one of their first dates that he'd had soda come out of his nose, so he was probably prepared for the worst.

Somehow, the thought was more reassuring than anything.

"Tetsu." Kei's voice was small and hoarse, as if he was horribly parched, and he cursed himself internally for sounding so nervous already. Hell, he cursed himself for talking at all.

Why couldn't he let this go? He didn't know, but he did know he wouldn't be satisfied until he actually acted on his desire, so whatever.

Tetsurou stopped mid-sentence, but fuck it, Kei didn't have time to feel bad. If he lost this impulse, there was no hope for him. He had to utilize whatever bit of courage he had, to hell with it.

All for a stupid eskimo kiss. I hate people. Fuck the mall.

Before Tetsurou could even respond, Kei grabbed his cheeks, bringing him forward until their noses were touching, and rubbed them together maybe a bit faster than necessary. It was too sudden, awkward. So much for a romantic gesture, but Kei couldn't deny it felt nice.

It sent a surge of warmth from his face down to his toes, his stomach fluttering as his head bumped lightly against his boyfriend's. The tenseness in his muscles faded, and his motions slowed, until he was barely nuzzling Tetsurou. He was content like this, breathing in Tetsurou scent, his heat.

Against his own wishes, he admitted that eskimo kisses were really all they were cracked up to be. He thought he'd only do it once, just to get it out of his system, but deep down he knew that was bullshit now.

Dammit. I hate the mall. The mall sucks.

It only took a few more seconds of Kei's affection fueled daze before realized Tetsurou wasn't moving, was hardly even breathing. It shattered the spell.

Kei pulled back, his face red as he reached up to cover his nose. Tetsurou was staring at him, eyes comically wide and mouth ajar, like he hadn't fully processed what had just happened.

Shit, I knew it was weird...

Oh well, it was a one-time experiment. The embarrassment would hopefully be short lived. Kei tried to push down the disappointment at the thought.

When Tetsurou continued to remain silent, Kei got slightly worried, face still red as all hell. Maybe Tetsurou had thought it was stupider than Kei anticipated.

Kei lowered his hand from his face, scooting closer to Tetsurou once more as he squinted at his blank expression. Okay, so maybe this was excessive. The only time Tetsurou looked like this was when his brain was really short-circuiting, which could be caused by a plethora of things.

Kei reached out dumbly, poking Tetsurou's cheek with his index finger. "Uh...Tetsu, are you--oof!"

Tetsurou's arms were around him in an instant, pulling him down onto the bed as the raven nuzzled his neck frantically.

Needless to say, it sort of tickled.

Kei snorted, unable to hold back a few giggles as he tried to fight Tetsurou off, to no avail. They were evenly matched in strength usually, but Tetsurou was a determined bastard, and was not letting Kei get away this time.

Kei squirmed, still laughing as Tetsurou kissed him and initiated several more eskimo kisses. He was shameless about it too, in the way Tetsurou always was.

"Hey," Kei protested, weakly shoving Tetsurou's face away. "What are you--"

"Kei, are you trying to kill me? Because I'm sort of offended, but if this is how you're gonna do it, I can't complain," Tetsurou said with a sigh, fighting past Kei's block to bury his face back into his neck. Kei could practically feel Tetsurou’s dopey grin against his skin, and it was less annoying than usual.

Something proud and fond fluttered deep inside him, his confidence building as Tetsurou continued to unload all his affections on him.

He...

"You...liked that?" Kei asked slowly, and instead of answering like a normal person, Tetsurou kissed him. Then, Tetsurou's nose was rubbing against his, and it didn't take Kei long to reciprocate.

Yeah, it was definitely better when both of them did it.

Kei fought back a dreamy sigh, instead reveling in the moment.

"Is that answer enough?" Tetsurou asked, voice smug, and Kei swatted him playfully.

He always ruins it. Despite the thought, Kei couldn't help but smile.

"I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into though," Tetsurou sighed, shaking his head, and Kei debated pushing him off the bed.

But well, curiosity got the best of him. When would he learn?

"What do you mean?" He asked, petting Tetsurou's hair absentmindedly.

Kei only knew he'd messed up when Tetsurou smirked dangerously at him, his eyes reflecting nothing but mischief.

"There's no way we're not doing that all the time now, even in public," he said, and Kei only felt warmer with every word. "I won't be able to restrain myself."

Oh god, you loser.

Kei groaned, knowing full well he'd brought this on himself. These were the consequences he had to face, and yet, he seldom felt any dread about it. Not that he'd ever tell Tetsurou that.

Yeah, Kei definitely hated the mall. But oh well, he loved his boyfriend twice as much, and he sealed the deal with an eskimo kiss.

Naturally.

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