50 for the kiss request, and bojere bc just obliterate me at this point /pos
ok u asked for this... (for extra atmosphere... this is the song I pictured.)
50 ...in love
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The coffee table had been shoved to the far reaches of the cramped living room, only the checkered carpet remaining in the middle. It was far from ideal for dance practice, but Jere had insisted it would be fine. It became quickly apparent that they wouldn't need much space for the skill level they were working at.
"No, step less wide. You're looking boxy."
Jere rolled his eyes, but acquiesced, shortening the width of his side stepping.
Bojan hit play on the YouTube video that was embarrassingly titled How to Learn a Wedding Dance in 5 Steps. It wasn't that Bojan or Jere didn't have any experience, but it'd come to light that when pressed to dance in a formal setting--face to face of all things--it seemed all of their natural rhythm went out the window. How the fuck that worked baffled Bojan. They were two musicians, both of whom danced entirely fine under any other circumstances, but suddenly with their wedding day looming, that was all moot.
"Okay, next we're going to learn how to separate!" the perky dance instructor said through the speakers of Jere's MacBook. Onscreen, she and her partner talked about how the lead should use their body weight to guide, not shove, the follow.
"Bojan, loosen up," Jere pinged, pulling himself back in close.
"I'm loose! I'm so loose right now."
"That not something someone loose would say."
"Why am I leading?" Bojan blurted out.
"You taller..." Jere huffed. "Plus I not want pressure of it," he cackled.
Bojan sighed. Alright, fine, if Jere wanted Bojan to lead, then he would lead.
"Okay, let's start from the top." Bojan disentangled himself from Jere and shook out his arms and legs, pushing away the anxiously gnashing thoughts of all those eyes of friends and loved ones watching them awkwardly shuffle around a too-big dance floor in the middle of some ballroom that Bojan's family had insisted on. It didn't have to be perfect. It just had to be them on the big day.
Jere paused the video and pulled up their song, a dreamy, melodic slow dance with lots of reverb and sappy sentiment.
A deep breath as the beginning chords echoed through the living room.
Bojan held out his hand, Jere's slipping effortlessly into it. Their eyes met and Bojan let the music wash over him, leading Jere out to the carpet with intense focus, timing it just so to add a twirl before getting into basic position. From here, his lips lined up perfectly with the crown of Jere's head.
As the song continued on, their feet step-tapping in beat, the tension eased from Bojan's body, Jere's infectious optimism about the whole thing bleeding out between them. The weight of every step filled Bojan's heart with a pleasant humming; the gentle strumming and smooth voice eroding away the rough edges of Bojan's frustration like a river over stone.
Using his body weight, he led Jere out into a separation and then guided him back in for a spin, repeating it a few times throughout the song, each one more playful than the last until Jere was bubbling with giggles.
As the song came to a close, Bojan was grinning, soft and gooey like caramel. He dipped Jere down with flourish and the song faded into the quiet of the living room, only their breath audible.
"Sorry, I know I can be kinda fussy," Bojan admitted with a quiet chuckle.
Jere kissed his nose.
"Yes, but I love."
"I hope so," Bojan laughed, "we're getting married in two months."
Jere's eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
"We are," he beamed.
In that smile, a distillation of a million shared moments; tentative beginnings, heartfelt middles, and a sprawling future with untapped possibilities. It shouldn't have been possible to cram every shared meal and quiet evening and midday walk and grocery haul and international flight and scenic view and cherished 'get home safe' text and silly fight and steadfast comfort into a single look, but Jere was always defying the odds. Achieving the impossible.
Bojan brought Jere up from the dip and kissed him.
sometimes the world is full of noise, like the sound of shrieking as someone realises their twisted spell is about to be broken with a single act. sometimes the world is quiet, with just the sound of harsh breathing in a contained space to break it.
and sometimes the world is a chaotic mix of noise and quiet, as someone shrieks bloody murder and two people breath like they’ve run a marathon and various objects get thrown around in the background during what’s essentially a barroom brawl, without the barroom.
she sways, balances on her toes, hands resting on his arms. his fingertips dig into her skin with the intent to hurt, to push away.
the glazed look in his eyes, the fact his eyes won't focus on her, the sickly pink tinge of a love spell... there's hearts in his eyes and acid burns the back of her throat; she thinks that she could rip apart every book containing a love spell with her bare hands.
then again, with only her own thoughts as supporting evidence, everyone who's lost a person to a love spell must have thought that.
in the mortal realm, they say that many kinds of spells can be broken by a kiss. more specific requirements include that the kisser must be a princess, in love with the kissee... or some other unspecified demand. the truth is… many spells can be broken by a kiss, with no need for specifics (no princess needed), but a love spell… a love spell can only be undone by a kiss shared between two people in love.
a love that is real to counter a love that is false.
she sighs, quiet and sure, and surges forward. for the briefest moment, he is rigid. a statue under the press of her lips against his, carved from marble and immovable in the face of the sweetest feelings she kept locked away for so long (a prince cannot love a dragon), and in that moment, she fears that despite every piece of evidence to the contrary, despite mirror hawk’s reassurances and his own feelings, despite hawk almost confessing so many times, that he doesn’t love her and that this won’t work.
and there is light, bright and soft and gentle and all encompassing.
he sighs against her lips, his whole being softening; the fingers that dig into her arms relax, pull away, and he holds her to his chest like he’s cradling the most precious treasure he’s ever found, an arm around her waist and a hand cupping her cheek.
they part, eyes lidded and lips close together, for a moment; this time, when she surges forward, he surges to greet her. not so gentle, not so sweet, but a kiss still full of love.
dragons are said to guard their treasures jealously, but she’s always been content with her books and her antiques; any prince, or princess, must have some kind of treasure to keep safe, and hawk has never been shy about the fact he treasures the ones he loves the most.
hina thinks she’s happy with that, being treasured by hawk.
I wrote a New Years Eve fic but I don’t know if I should wait until it’s actually nye or just post it now even though it’s an hour out, thoughts? Comment what you think help me decide
Welp.... I somehow went over the threshold of 600 Followers. Just oh god. Like ya’ll. I am so glad that everyone has stuck around even through my long semi-haitus during seasons 3-6 Like. Shiro was really low during that time muse why. I will say, the break was a good thing but it also made me realize how much i missed my disaster gay of a son.
I just; this is a heartfelt thank you for the people that have stuck around since I made this boi back in Febuary of last year. it’s been over a year and a half and i love all of you. there are few things in this world that keep me going and this right here is because of it. So from the deepest part of my heart, thank you. A giveaway is in the works, It will happen most likely after my Kuron giveaway ends, which is here: XXXX. If you want an asshole clone who sets things on fire and has Takashi’s disease; go and follow my soft boi.
I have honestly gained some true friends though, in this fandom. When i came here; i had been driven out of the overwatch fandom due to their bs and i didn’t want to return to dragon age fandom. Shiro and everyone has helped me get over a breakup with a long distance relationship that was nearly 2 years old.
And now? I’m ready to move on and get better as a person, this show really did so much for me in regard to that. I know this is sappy but this means a lot to me, as someone who is Autistic, who has high social anxiety, who is an abuse survivor with ptsd, who is BI, and who is FtM. Thank you. To everyone.
