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✶ jealous!jing yuan

jealous!jing yuan who smiles too easily when others speak to you, the kind of smile polished enough to hide the storm underneath. later, when the evening lanterns burn low, he adjusts your cloak himself and asks if you enjoyed the attention in a tone far too gentle. the question matters more than he lets on. jealous!jing yuan who never interrupts, only watches from across the courtyard while rain gathers along the stone paths. his gaze follows every laugh you give away so carelessly. when you return to him, he offers his hand as though he had never doubted you would. jealous!jing yuan who grows quieter instead of colder. he sits beside you on the balcony at dusk, shoulder warm against yours, and says nothing for so long that silence becomes apology and accusation both. then he rests his head briefly against yours, choosing closeness over pride. jealous!jing yuan who asks small questions with dangerous softness. who was that. how long have you known them. did they make you laugh often. he pours tea between each one, steam rising like patience wearing thin. jealous!jing yuan who dislikes how transparent love has made him. once, nothing reached him unless he allowed it. now one careless touch from someone else on your sleeve can ruin the shape of his whole afternoon. jealous!jing yuan who finally confesses it in the dark, voice low and almost amused at himself. he says he does not fear losing battles, only losing places he has come to call home. then his fingers find yours beneath the blanket and stay there till morning.

✶ ivykeeper’s note : reuploading this too thank you for spending time beneath the ivy walls ♡ interactions, requests & tiny thoughts are always welcome here. if you’d ever like to leave a small petal behind, my ko-fi helps support both this greenhouse & my education . . . 

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✶ touch-starved!neuvillette

touch-starved!neuvillette who never asks for affection outright, only lingers a second longer beside you in the kitchen while the kettle hums. dawn light turns the counter silver, and he stands close enough for your sleeve to brush his wrist as if by accident. he says nothing when you take his hand, but the rain outside softens at once. touch-starved!neuvillette who pretends to be reading while you rest against him on the sofa. pages remain unturned for nearly an hour, his gloved thumb tracing the seam of your sleeve with absent care. the room is dim except for one lamp, and he looks almost startled by how peaceful he feels. touch-starved!neuvillette who wakes in the middle of the night to make sure you are still there. moonlight spills across the sheets, pale and cold, until he reaches for your waist and finds warmth. only then does he close his eyes again. touch-starved!neuvillette who listens more than he speaks, storing every careless gesture you give him like treasure. the way you fix his collar, the way you lean into his shoulder during long carriage rides, the way your fingers tap twice against his palm before letting go. he carries each one through lonely afternoons. touch-starved!neuvillette who becomes quietly possessive of ordinary routines. tea shared at four, your hand on his arm while crossing wet streets, your knees touching beneath the table during late dinners. love, to him, is repetition chosen daily. touch-starved!neuvillette who looks almost embarrassed when you kiss his temple in passing. evening rain beads against the windows, and he follows you from room to room afterward under the excuse of conversation. neither of you mentions it.

✶ ivykeeper’s note : reuploading :3 thank you for spending time beneath the ivy walls ♡ interactions, requests & tiny thoughts are always welcome here. if you’d ever like to leave a small petal behind, my ko-fi helps support both this greenhouse & my education . . . 

lovpea © est. 2026