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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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