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childrenofcain-if · 9 days ago

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Drunk C will get my ass over and over again. Can we get a snippet of that though, dear Author?

you had been keeping an eye on C all evening, though you hadn’t meant to. it was hard not to.

they had always been a force of nature, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, always ready with a snarky remark or a sarcastic quip. but tonight, the alcohol had softened their edges, and you found yourself drawn to them in a way you hadn’t planned for.

C was giggling now, a sound so foreign coming from them that it made you raise an eyebrow. they were leaning heavily against you, their arm slung over your shoulders as you guided them through the dimly lit streets back to your residence hall.

their usual prickly demeanor had melted away, replaced by a warmth that was almost disarming. you couldn’t help but chuckle as they stumbled over their own feet, their laughter ringing out like bells in the quiet night.

“who knew you��d be such a lightweight,” you teased, adjusting your grip on them as they swayed dangerously to one side.

C pouted, their bottom lip jutting out in a way that was almost comical.

“am not,” they slurred, their voice thick with indignation. “i can hold my liquor just fine, thank you very much.”

“sure you can,” you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “that explains why you’re currently using me as a human crutch.”

they giggled again, the sound so light and carefree that it made your heartbeat quicken. “you’re just jealous cause i had way more fun than you.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind the gesture. “yeah, you’ve got me all figured out. i’m just jealous of your impeccable ability to trip over literal air.”

C laughed harder at that, their body shaking against yours.

“you’re such an ass,” they said, although they didn’t sound angry at all. “but i’ve always liked that about you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the admission. C had never been one to mince words, but they had also never been one to freely offer compliments, especially not to you.

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, they were stumbling again, and you had to focus on keeping them upright.

by the time you reached their suite, C was practically hanging off of you, their giggles having subsided into a soft, contented hum to a song you couldn’t exactly identify.

you fumbled with the key, your fingers clumsy as you tried to unlock the door without dropping them. finally, you managed to get it open, and you half-carried, half-dragged C inside.

their dorm room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside the window. you guided C to their bed, gently lowering them onto the plush mattress. they groaned softly, their head lolling to the side as they looked up at you with glassy chalcedony eyes.

“you’re so good to me,” they mumbled, their voice slurred but sincere. “i don’t tell you that enough.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, but you forced a smile. “yeah? well, don’t get used to it. i’m only doing this because D isn’t here to deal with your drunk ass.”

C pouted again, their lower lip trembling in a way that was almost comical.

“you’re so mean,” they whined, though there was no real heat behind their words. “i take it back. you’re not good to me at all”

you chuckled, shaking your head as you knelt down to take off their shoes. “yeah, yeah. whatever helps you sleep at night, lacroix.”

as you worked to remove their socks, C reached out, their fingers brushing against your cheek. you froze, your breath catching in your throat as they traced the line of your cheekbone with a tenderness that had your ribs creaking with the effort to keep your heart inside.

“call me by my name,” they murmured, their tone filled with a rare moment of soberness.

you frowned in confusion. “lacroix? i don’t kn—”

“i mean my first name,” C clarified, tilting their head as their eyes shone in insistence.

you swallowed hard then as you suddenly realised what they were implying. was it just you or was the room becoming uncomfortably hot?

“C?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper and you mentally patted yourself on the back for not stuttering.

the drunk student closed their eyes for a moment, an almost delirious smile taking over their face. their fingers still lingering on your face but the touch was now feather-light. “i’ve never heard something so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the task at hand. “you’re drunk, lacroix.”

C vehemently shook their head in denial, pouting as you went back to calling them by their last name.

“you’re going to forget about this in the morning,” you spoke up before they could say anything, your voice tinged with sadness. “you’ll wake up and it’ll be like this never happened.”

C’s hand dropped from your face, and they shook their head again, more forcefully this time.

“no, i won’t,” they said, their voice firm despite the alcohol. “i don’t want to forget this. i don’t want to forget you.”

your heart clenched at their words, and you had to fight the urge to reach out and pull them into your arms. instead, you stood up, taking a step back to put some distance between you.

“you need to sleep,” you said, your voice gentle. “you’ll feel better in the morning.”

C’s eyes suddenly filled with tears, and they reached out for you, their fingers grasping at the air.

“don’t go,” they pleaded, their voice breaking as your jaw dropped in alarm. “please, stay with me.”

your resolve wavered as you looked down at them. they looked so vulnerable, so unlike the C you knew. the C who was always so guarded, so quick to push people away. the C who had never let you get close enough to see this side of them.

“C…” you started, but they cut you off, their voice desperate.

“please,” they whispered, their eyes locking with yours. “don’t leave.”

your heart broke at the raw emotion in their voice, and you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself.

“okay,” you said softly. “i’ll stay.”

C’s face lit up with a smile that almost blinded you, and they reached out for you again, their fingers curling around your wrist. “thank you.”

you sat down on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding in your chest as C shifted closer to you, their head resting against your thigh. they let out a contented sigh, their eyes fluttering closed as they nuzzled against you like a cat.

“you smell so nice,” they mumbled, their voice drowsy. “mon étoile.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, and you reached out, gently brushing a strand of dark brown hair away from their face.

“sweet dreams, C,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

they nodded, their breathing already starting to even out as they drifted off to sleep. you sat there, your hand resting lightly on their head, your heart aching with a mixture of longing and sadness.

you knew that this moment was fleeting, that come morning, C would be back to their usual self, grumpy and distant. but for now, you allowed yourself to savor the rare intimacy, the warmth of their body against yours, the soft sound of their breathing. you closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the moment, knowing that it would be over all too soon.

but for now, you were content to just be here, with them, in this quiet, fragile bubble of peace.

#they’ll start screaming in the morning if MC actually stayed over and slept in the same bed as them 💀#drunk C is emotional C and that’s why they aren’t too fond of drinking #if: the ballad of the young gods #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive story #twine wip #ro: c lacroix #ro scenarios

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toomanythoughts4myhead · 1 year ago

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One of a kind

Summary: You are a rich Capitol-born, he is a boy from the districts that was forced into a fortuen. Two different world seem to colide and find solice in one another. A unique bond is formed, a breath of fresh air for both, changing your worlds. You enjoy the brightness he shines on your life.

Warnings: None (he has gone through enough), mentions of past mistreatment (nothing graphic to be fair), overdose of longing and yearning from both parties.

AN: This was so much fun to write and i will be writting more for him, he is my pookie wookie. Love him and hope this reaches all the Sejanus stans, he deserved so much more love, i just wann smooch him and keep him in my pocket.

Word count: 2.3k

Sejanus Plinth who even after all these years of being forced to endure the company of rich snobby students and their even more classist and stuck-up parents, still hasn’t been able to or even remotely wished to befriend or in any way connect with any of these heartless animals.

Capitol!reader who is among said rich old money children. Despite everything you have grown to be kind thing, considerate and sheltered from the world’s worst issues by your parents. Ever since Sejanus got transferred to the Academy you have wanted to talk with him. The rich clique you went out with (mostly your parents ties or leeches looking for connections) discouraged any sort of show of empathy for the district boy, saying that breathing the same air as him was below any self-respecting Capitol citizen.

Capitol!reader who is not as stupid as other people make her out to be, with a surprisingly deep rooted morals, born from nurturing of empathy shown from the avoxes taking care of the penthouse you grew up in. As any other child of busy businessman, you had been handed off to the nearest nanny or avox to handle as your parents carried on with their financial legacy. The avoxes couldn’t speak but they could write and after you had managed to learn to write from a very young age, you gave been communicating with them. Your parents would have been worried to find out all the time spent playing or writing to the supposed capitol traitors if they had noticed sooner, alas they remembered they had a child when it was time for you to join the Academy and ever since then you have been forced into a social group of spoiled delinquents. You often missed the quiet and peace you had before.

Capitol!reader who manages to escape from the hold of said clique for the lunch break and finally after almost 4 months goes and sits by Sejanus.

Sejanus Plinth who gets jump scared as he sees one of the riches students in the Academy saunter over with a small smile to sit on the seat opposite of him. He had been too focused in his own head, mulling over how all the people surrounding him get the best food there is and even throw away a big chunk of it while people in the districts were dying of hunger, but the light click-clacking of heels on the marble floor snaps him out of his trance.

Sejanus Plinth who is ready to take whatever insult you decide to throw at him. It wasn’t uncommon for other students to go from passive aggressive remarks to verbal pushing and shoving, he never reacted to it. Your small smile and clam friendly eyes, the effortless way you moved with grace and no fake bravado threw him off a little. He was aware that good or semi-sensible existed in the Capitol, they usually just didn’t go near him, scared to taint their reputation. But here you were sitting with your legs crossed and with a warm smile, asking how he found the Capitol.

No demeaning tone or hidden message, no games or mockery, no looking down or judgement.

Just a simple polite question, he hadn’t had the privilege to hear that in a long while.

Sejanus Plinth who finds himself drawn to you ever since that encounter. You had stayed with him and listened as he went on and told you about all his observations on the Capitol, perhaps not all, just the ones he knew were appropriate to say to someone he barely knew. Despite that he found his voice grow louder and surer, his statements held more meaning and more personal influence.

Capitol!reader who listens completely enthralled in whatever he is speaking. No one had shared an honest opinion on the Capitol with her, all her family, friends and overall surrounding circle were too busy sucking up to the injustice that brought them more money. The closest is some fleeting notes from some avoxes as she had grown more of age, but they couldn’t share too much, they were on a thin line as it is. And here was Sejanus speaking truths she had only pondered in her head when alone.

It felt refreshing, no bravado or overcomplicated explanation, no bending of morality to further make his life better. He felt like what she had been looking for, the fresh air she hadn’t been allowed to have.

And in this moment, it seemed that they had both found what they need. A calm and sincere connection based on truths and freedom, shared ideals. Something calm and grounded, far from the tacky taste of the Capitol.

Capitol!reader who starts to feel a tingly feel anytime she sees Sejanus, its not love, she thinks, she wasn’t particularly sure, but she was so happy to talk with someone who saw her for her and not her parents bank accounts. With every week she managed to find newer and newer excusses to leave her friend group, not even caring if they believed her. She would spring the random excuse and almost dash to go find Sejanus who somehow was always near. Shed feel her smile grow and with time he returned it.

Sejanus Plinth who couldn’t believe that someone from the Capitol would spend willingly time with him, and even go as far as to ditch her friends for him. You cleared up for him how things worked in your controlled life and how most things weren’t really your choice.

The bell of the Academy rings and all students start packing their belongings, ready to put the end to another tiring day. The mass of red uniforms moves and parts like a thunderous sea and yet amidst the chaos he spots you almost immediately. Maybe it’s the serene calmness and comfort your presence brins along as you walk with a bag swung over your shoulder and uniform just barely out of place. Or that’s jus the effect you have on him.

You seem to also spot him from your position between your circle, your face immediately shifts from expressionless and deep in thought to happy despite the obvious tiredness. You slow your walking and your friends don’t notice as they continue to walk until they eventually exit and are gone from your sight. You and Sejanus meet in the middle, both walking over hastily to the other. There is little room between you, your shoulders almost press ad you head in a slow step for the exit. Sejanus fixes your collar as you walk, putting the material back to its place, never daring to look up in fear of making things too obvious.

“How was your day? Did your history test go well? You were so worried about it.” – he asks calmly with a quiet voice as he returns to his upright position still not looking at you, despite how sweaty his hands had become from the nerves.

You feel the heat radiating off of him as you walk, as his fingers linger jus ta second too long as he touched up your uniform, but don’t say anything. You simply wanted to bask in the warm feeling it brough to you. There weren’t any butterflies or nerves jittering in your stomach, but it seemed that flowers had taken root and were blooming inside your chest, making your body feel warm and at peace, excited to be near him.

“As well as it gets with professor Plextor, I swear the man truly wants to fail us. He hates children, not sure how he got the job or why.” – you reply and rub your tired eyes, feeling the hours of stressing and studying over the week catch up with you.

Sejanus notices, he notices everything about you. He lets out a small hum, an amused breath through his nose that made it crinkle up a bit. He was so pretty.

“I always knew you had it in you.”

You continue to walk in comfortable silence, soaking up the shared feeling of content that seemed to follow your pair. Sadly, everything is measured and the entrance is reached. It had started raining on top of everything and you didn’t have and umbrella, God knows it wouldn’t fit in your overpacked bag.

You both come to a halt trying to figure out what to do. You can spot the outline of the private car that drives and picks you up from school, sitting in the parking of the school amongst other expensive vehicles. Sure, with the downpour you will get soaked even from the brief ten to fifteen minutes it will take you to reach it, but you will go home and shower before you manage to get sick.

A rustling of clothes snaps your attention back to Sejanus. His academy jacket was off leaving him in the white shirt branded with the Academy initials, it hugged his broad torso and shoulder well and tempted you to feel the soft skin and muscle under.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping us as dry as I can manage. Come closer.” – Sejanus whispers and uses the jacket as a makeshift umbrella over the both of you. With his arms raised you can clearly see how the shirt was straining with his ribcage and shoulders, smell the expensive cologne he had sported that day, something smokey and foresty, it fit him well and made your head spin just a bit.

“You are ridiculous”

You say with a smile, voice barely above a whisper, too scared to break the bubble of your own little world. Sejanus throws you a smile with that boyish charm he often doesn’t show and you both take off. Shoes splash and splat against the wet stairs and later pavement. You’ve never ran through the rain, often just waiting for an avox to come and escort you with an umbrella.

Now you were laughing like an idiot alongside Sejanus, feeling light on your feat and at peace with the world. You had never heard him laugh, not like this. With full voice and honest happiness, nothing compared to the stifled huffs of laughter you had grown to long to hear. This was your new favorite thing.

Eventually you do reach the car and both of you come to halt Infront of it, breathless from laughing and breathing in the cold air as you ran here. You are just looking at each other, grinning like idiots. His curls were stuck to his fore head, damp but not wet, his cheeks were stretched by a big smile and his eyes shone so sincerely you would believe they were jewels.

A honk from the car and the opening of the passenger side for you startles you both. You whip around to look at the avox in the front seat who was urging you on to hop in so you wouldn’t be late for the annual family gathering. As you turn back you almost hit your head on his shoulder and you almost wish you had.

He is still standing with his arms raised protecting you from the rain and you smile. You place your hand on his shoulder and lower it down to his collarbone, feeling the slight stiffness that follows in its wake. The warmth emitting from him almost makes you dip your hand under the crevice of his shirt and feel the soft skin underneath, almost. Instead, you opt to look at him and the wat his gaze his fixated on you like you are the center of his universe, like the stars and the planets go round for you.

“Thank you, Sejanus, thank you for keeping me from the rain. Take acre and don’t get sick, would be hell to go here without you.”

You reluctantly take your hand off of him, already missing how nicely it fit against him and hop into the back seat of the car. His eyes follow you and his face has become unreadable and deep in thought as you had seen many times. You wonder if you have over stepped a line, maybe your own delusions had seeped too far in reality this time. His arms drop once you are sitting inside, both waiting for the automatic door to close. The rain falls on him in all its might and gets him soaking. His hair is stuck to his face and the shirt seems to uncomfortably cling to his frame, even if it gives you a better view of his torso you are busy worrying for his health.

He never lets his gaze drop now and simply extends his hand out for you. You look at the the broad palm and long fingers for a moment before you wrap your own around it giving it a squeeze.

“Anything for you.”

He squeezes your hand and barely visible warmth creep on his face, but you blame it on the cold. He lets go of you as the door finally kicks back into action and closes. Behind the tinted window you see him and smile, waving even if your appearance is obscured. You see him wave at you even as the car goes by him and heads for your house. You sit back down on the seat normally after you are done trying to spot him from the back window.

Your hand feels warm, the ghost of his touch still living on even after the moment, forever branded in your mind. A huge grin is plastered on your face and your cheeks have grown warm and red. Your heart is beating fast and you feel like you are glowing.

This was what love feels like.

(Being friends with the avoxes pays off, they are great wingmen. You try to avoid the smile and funny looks the driver sends you.)

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