#heels&leather

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Fluff request incoming! Ophaniel & Narcissus (& friends if you want) + playing a game together

I got distracted and this took too long, oops. And since it’s better with friends, Emrys belongs to @shy-necromancer

Besidehim, Narcissus sighed for the nth time in the span of only threeminutes. They had only started their fourthgame, and Ophaniel could tell how much he was struggling with allthose rules. Rummy was kind of new to him too, as he had never beenused to play card games with his parents duringhis childhood,leastof allwith friends.

Andhe had the best ones sitting at this table.

Nevaehwas sitting on his right, a pen between his teeth and round fakeglasses on his nose, anddidn’t look worry at all about his hand. Ophaniel could bet by justlooking at the way that pen moved that Nevaeh would be the first oneto go out.

Facinghim, Emrys had stuck his tongue out, focusedon counting his own points, eyes shining. When he caught Ophanielstaring at him, Emrys flashed him his biggest smile and danced on hischair. Well, another one who wouldn’t take long to go out.

Aquick look to Narcissus, and Ophaniel dared putting a hand on hisknees even if that meant risking dropping all of his cards. Atleast, Narcissus had no difficulties holding allof them in his hands.

Ashe looked backathis hand, a smile crept on his lips;he only needed fifteen more points and then he wouldput them all on the table and finish the game likea boss. In no way was he going to lose that one, he had already losttoo many times. ‘Too many times’to Ophaniel meant once.

“Doyou need help, kitten?” He asked as he discarded one card.

“NoI’m fine, I can do it alone.”

“Ifthere’s something you still don’t understand, ask and I’llexplain it to you again.”

“Well,fifty one points, atleast one run of minimum three consecutive cards, aces count aseither one point or eleven, and I can’t lay off a card on your sideas long as I’m not out. That’s it?”

“Yes,perfect!” Nevaeh smiled to him, picking a card from the pile.“You’re a quick learner.”

Twoturns passed, one during which Nevaeh had laid almost all of hiscards on the table, and Narcissus’ hands were now too full ofcards.

“Yousure you don’t need help?” Ophaniel asked him as he slid closerto him. “Show me your cards, I’m sure you have the points.”

Pouting,he let him look, cheekson fire when Ophaniel giggled and told him he had more than therequired points.

Anotherturn passed. Nevaeh finished the game first, soon followed by Emrys.Narcissus had a chance to finish next, Ophaniel may had only threecards in his hands, he looked like he could do nothing with them.Happinessburst into his chest, victory was his, it was so close.

ButOphaniel put two of his cards on Nevaeh’s side, and discarded hislast one. He won.

“How?!”Narcissus threw his cards on the table. “How?! I was about tofinish!”

“Sorrykitten,” he winked, “next time?”

“Youall cheated!”

“Promisewe didn’t.”

IgnoringEmrys’ comment, he stoodup and continued,“Now I got a hundred points andI’m last!”

“Actually,”Nevaeh started, “you’re only second to last. Ophaniel is.”

“Excuseme?”

Narcissusgloated, the biggest grin he ever had stretched his lips. And asOphaniel demanded that Nevaeh count their points again, Narcissusdanced, chanting again and again ‘You lost! You lost!’

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Hey uhh so it appears im in a mood™ tonight and i thought of an AU: Ophaniel and Narcissus childhood friends regency (?) AU where Narcissus's family is somewhat at the service of Ophaniel's and they meet and boom 👀 they're friends but then they can't be because Ophaniel's parents are assholes so they gotta meet in secret (Narcissus' siblings help) and then 👀 oh no feelings

OH MY G O D!!!!

Tiny Ophaniel wanting to befriend tiny Narcissus, being like “ohh is this what friendship feels like???” And assholes parents aaaaaaaaaaaaa YES

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All them hearts for Heels&Leather bls? 👀👀👀

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

Ophaniel in public, Narcissus in private

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

Narcissus is the big open romantic and Ophaniel more secretly.

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine’s day?

Both. They both make secret plans and then when the day comes they’re both like “Ah, I had planned something already. What do we do????”

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

Narcissus. Go grab those cold hands~

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

Ophaniel

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

Narcissus bb

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

Ophaniel! He won’t say it, but he might have 2 or 3 notebooks full of ideas

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

Narcissus, he makes a good koala too. Ophaniel won’t mind

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

Narcissus?

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

I see more Narcissus doing that

💙: who is more protective?

Since Ophaniel tends/tended to have that self-destructive behaviour, Narcissus 

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

Same, depends on season but even sick Ophaniel takes care of Narcissus

💜: who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

Ophaniel

💛: who believes in soulmates?

Narcissus

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Can I get uhhh "balter" with heels&leather bls I love u

Balter: To dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment.

WhenNarcissus pushed the door open, he hadn’t expected, even in his wildest dreams,to be welcomed by Ophaniel wearing a Pooh onesie dancing to ‘Barbie girl’. Hedidn’t know if he should laugh at him because of the way he was ‘dancing’ – flappinghis arms up and down, taking big steps like an elephant – or be concerned abouthis health. Did he bang his head? Should he call an ambulance? Or throw coldwater on him to calm him down?

Heopted for a third option. Instead, he closed the door quietly, leaned againstit and watched his curious dance. He couldn’t believe how bad it was as he’dalways been more accustomed to his belly dancing skills. It just looked likesomeone had put an 8-year-old kid high on sugar in the body of a grown man. Itlooked weird. Weird but entertaining. Narcissus tried to not laugh, biting hislower lip, as Ophaniel tried to twerk, but failed miserably and fell on his back.Bless the one in his family who gave him bad balance.

“Darling!!” He exclaimed when he finallynoticed Narcissus, arms raised toward him, and the biggest grin Narcissus hadever seen on his face.

“Whatare you doing?” A smile on his lips, he knelt before him then put Ophaniel’shead on his lap, hands caressing his cheeks.

“Whatam I doing, he asks. Dancing of course!”

“Thatdidn’t look like a dance.”

“Icall it my failed mating dance. You have to do it with me for it to work, comeon!” He said as he stood up, grabbing his hands. He stayed still behind him,then put a loud and quick kiss on his cheek, stretching their linked hands asfar as he could. “You have to shake those arms with me.”

Narcissusdid it, cheeks burning a little. He felt a little stupid doing this in themiddle of their apartment, but he loved being so close to him. It was a goodthing that ridicule had never killed anyone; Ophaniel would be dead long ago.

Heflapped his arms, sang with him and walked around the couch taking big steps,without even noticing the lovey-dovey way Ophaniel was looking at him. As soonas the next song started, Narcissus gave in. He laughed, jumped around to thebeat, waved his arms and didn’t give a damn if the neighbours could hear themmake a mess in their apartment or not. He was having fun.

“So,”Ophaniel started once they calmed down, arms tight around his waist – Narcissus’own linked behind his head, fingers curled in white hair – as they moved slowlyto the music. “Did my mating dance work this time?”

“Maybe.”He said with a smile, then tiptoed and kissed his lips as he held him closer.

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Staying up all night and thinking of ways to be sweet to them with our boys pls ily (lemme see soft Ophaniel ❤)

Ophaniel woke up with a start, the images of his nightmare still lingering in his mind. Rare were the nights during which this would happen. He hated it. Hated when his mind would play the worst scenarios, scenarios in which he was either playing the role of the asshole he could be, or scenarios in which his worst fears happened.

Panting, he sat against the headboard, carefully not to wake his little angel next to him and held back a groan of frustration when he saw what time it was. Not even two hours had passed since they switched off the lights. This time, it had been one of his worst fears. Narcissus finding someone better than him. Narcissus leaving him. Narcissus being happier with that person.

He shook his head, rubbed his face then laid his eyes on his love, still sleeping soundly. Ophaniel stretched a hand and brushed his cheek with fingertips, a warm smile stretched his lips when Narcissus sought more of the contact as he slid his arms under the pillow. The sight made his heart melt and he wondered what he could have done in his life to deserve someone like him. Narcissus was his everything, and he would do anything to make him happy, to be sure that smile he loved so much would stay on his mouth.

Ophaniel bent a little over his sleeping body and put a kiss on his cheekbone then left the bed. He sat down at his desk and switched the small lamp on, already looking for a piece of paper and something to write. Tiredness had vanished from his body and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep before a long, long moment. He might as well distract himself from the quietness of his place, distract himself from his own fears. Narcissus was still sleeping in his bed, he was still there, with him. It had only been a nightmare.

He started to write every single idea that came in his mind on how to make him happy, how to make him smile, just surprise him. As long as Narcissus was smiling, as long as he was happy, Ophaniel would to.

He thought about taking him again to the Museum, the both of them spending hours in there, spending several minutes in front of each painting and statue, Narcissus telling him everything he knew and himself listening attentively to his words, his eyes full of love. He wrote that down.

Under that, he wrote in red capital letters the word ‘gifts’. Ophaniel loved to pamper him. He loved to pick him up from college as he would wait for him leaning against his car with his hands holding a bouquet of red roses, or sometimes a box of chocolate. Anything he would see on his way to college that would make him think about him. Ophaniel underlined the word three times with a pink highlighter and added ‘makeup!!!!’ just under the colour as he remembered Narcissus’s products were almost empty.

Dawn broke when he added another point at the end of the page, the most important in his opinion. Spend more time with him, show him you love him.

“Ophaniel?” Narcissus called him in a sleepy voice.

He turned around and his heart melted at the sight of him. Messy purple hair hiding half of his face, the cover sliding from his shoulders revealing pale skin with bits of red marks, and him trying to keep his eyes open.

With a smile, he walked to him and joined him on the bed. His arms around his waist, he kissed his shoulder and put many soft kisses on every part of his skin he could reach. He fell with him when Narcissus lay back on the mattress, his legs already trapping him against his body.

“Why are you up so early?” He asked him as he combed white hair with his fingers.

“Couldn’t sleep. Nightmare. But don’t worry, love, I’m fine.”

Narcissus wasn’t stupid, he could sense that Ophaniel wasn’t fine at all, but he didn’t want to force him to talk. Some things should come out naturally, and with time. He simply nodded before kissing his forehead, then his cheeks, and his lips, slowly.

When they parted, Ophaniel hid his face in the crook of his neck and there, trapped in his arms, his legs around him, Ophaniel found sleep, gently lulled by the sound of Narcissus’s heartbeat.

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Of course Narcissus and Ophaniel, like, I ship them hard ♡♡♡

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4 with heels&leather please?

Childhood friends AU + my own personal headcanons thank u (also no keep reading bcos I'm on mobile sorry :/)

4. Kisses on the forehead to make the person feel better

It happens often, when children play, especially young little boys with unpredictable magic and nearly infinite energy, that one of them will end up in tears, on the ground, cradling a bruised knee or a scratched elbow. It's not unusual, even for the little boys themselves, but its normality never alters the frantic worry that makes them fuss over each other.

"Are you hurt?" Narcissus asks, falling to his knees beside his friend, his tinny, 5 years old voice squealing up high from concern.

Ophaniel sniffles quietly on the hard ground, rubbing at his eyes, his father's harsh words ringing in his ears as he desperately tries to hide his tears. "Quit your wailing, boy. Crying is for the weak. You must never show weakness." Usually the words only make him cry harder, but this time is different. He doesn't want to look weak in front of Narcissus. He wants to look strong, to be able to continue their game, and he wants Narcissus to think about him like he's impressed. He knows Narcissus is strong, because he always gets up when he falls on the ground, and he almost never cries, and his magic is very powerful for a young boy like him.

His thoughts suddenly cut off with a choked hiccup when a mouth presses a soft, sloppy kiss on his forehead. He looks up, pale eyes misty from his tears, and finds Narcissus smiling at him, worry etched on his freckles features.

"My mama does this when I hurt myself." He explains, a little sheepishly. "She says it's a magic kiss."

It must be magic, Ophaniel thinks, because a smile replaces his tears, and a warm feeling spreads all over his face. The bruise doesn't hurt so much anymore.

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It happens sometimes, when children grow up, especially young teenagers with soft souls and nearly naive hopes, that one of them will end up in tears, on a bed, cradling a bruised ego or a broken heart. It's not an easy sight, for neither of those boys, but its harshness never alters the soothing care with which they look after each other.

"Does it hurt?" Ophaniel asks, wrapping an arm around his best friend's shoulders, his soft, 17 years old voice dropping low to offer comfort.

Narcissus cries quietly on his mattress, hugging his knees with his long arms, his shoulders shaking minutely from the sobs he tries to contain. His mothers' words echo gently in his ears. "It's okay to cry, love. You do not have to always be strong. You can weep until your heart feels at peace at last." Usually he lets himself cry and be rocked to calm, unashamed, but this time is different. This pain, raw and intimate, doesn't seem to want to stop. It has found residence within the deepest corners of his soul and refuses to leave.

"Yes." His voice sounds as broken as he feels inside. "It hurts so much." Tears roll down his cheeks as he talks, pushing past the cracks in his throat. "Don't ever fall in love, Ophaniel. This pain isn't worth it."

And it's terrible, it's awful, it's bitter, but Ophaniel wants to laugh. Wants to tell him that it's too late, that he's already fallen, so long ago, that he can't ever get up from this fall. That it is worth it, that he is worth it, that those yellow slit eyes, those freckled painted cheeks, that red hot magic, this beautiful, broken soul, are all worth it. That he would walk a thousand miles through hellfire and battle a warrior god and defy his parents, if he asked him. If it pleased him.

Instead, he cradles Narcissus' wet face in his hands - oh how he longs to touch him always - and presses a soft, comforting kiss on his forehead, one that lingers a little too long because he is weak, so weak.

"You loved him."

It's not really a question, they both know it. Narcissus replies nonetheless, a sad smile quirking his lips.

"I think I still do."

And it hurts, it hurts, so much. Two boys on a bed, up well after nightfall, cradling their broken hearts, only one is unaware that he's also crushing the other's.

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If you got more ideas for our childhood friends AU, I'm all ears 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Omg!!!

Angst of course. Ophaniel introducing Idrix to Narcissus and Narcissus introducing Freyja to him (if he has her in that AU). ICE SKATING ON THE FROZEN LAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT because parents are shit and Ophaniel wants to spend time with his new friend :3 what else.... Ophaniel gives him a spare key to the library so he can go there anytime he wants. It's huge and they meet (hide from parents) there more than once.