Sweet! Boyfriend who’s never been in a relationship before, not until you asked him out, at least. He has no idea what he’s doing and you can tell, but it’s endearing in its own weird, wacky way.
Sweet! Boyfriend who has no idea how to behave around you. Should he kiss you when he greets you? Should he grab your hand and hold it tight as you walk around together? Is he even allowed to touch you so boldly? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to risk embarrassing you or pushing a boundary, so he simply…doesn’t. He waits for you to make the make the first move time after time, desperate for your attention but too afraid to ask for it.
Sweet! Boyfriend who awkwardly begins asking you on dates once you remind him that he’s allowed to initiate romantic gestures too. He’s so scared of disappointing you with his lack of experience, but he does his best, shooting quick, embarrassed invitations to dinners or movies with a blush on his face. He’s trying his hardest to seem nonchalant and you know it, but you couldn’t possibly miss the way he refuses to meet your eyes as he speaks, or how his face slowly turns red as he waits for a response. With him putting in so much effort to push past his awkwardness, how could you refuse?
Sweet! Boyfriend who tries so hard to seem cool and unbothered in front of you, but for some reason, he can never contain the overwhelming emotions that fluster him whenever you walk by. He wants to be the perfect boyfriend and getting too overwhelmed doesn’t fit his idea of that, but you don’t mind. How could you? His nerves are endearing, a living display of how flustered you make him.
Sweet! Boyfriend who tenses up whenever you touch him, only to melt into your sweet embrace as soon as he realizes what’s happening. He’s not used to physical affection, least of all from a romantic partner, so it takes him a second to process the endearing touches gracing his skin. It feels awkward and scary to him, being physically connected to someone else, but he can’t help but snuggle into your side after a couple moments of deliberation, soaking up all the warmth you give him. Your touch is like a drug to him, he craves it so badly, yet doesn’t know how to instigate on his own. He’ll work up the confidence eventually, but for now, you’ll have to get him used to your touch. He’ll get the hang of it after a while, you can be sure of that.
Sweet! Boyfriend who’s such a nerd. As soon as he gets comfortable enough in the relationship, he’ll gain the confidence to talk about anything and everything that interests him, looking at you with a sparkle in his eye that you rarely ever see. It makes you feel good to know he trusts you enough to share his interests-however odd they may be-and you’ll gladly give him the attention you know he’d award you if you wanted a turn at ranting about your likes. Little by little he’s opening up, and you’ll be damned if you ruin that by seeming uninterested.
Sweet! Boyfriend who’s always trembling whenever he instigates physical affection, but you don’t mind. He’s trying his hardest to show you he wants to be near you, so why complain? Plus, his hoodie’s soft, and his hold is comfortable. Why would you ever want to break away?
Sweet! Boyfriend who likes to tease, but it never has the impact it should because he’s too nervous to hurt you. It gets easier as the two of you banter back and forth, but he makes sure you know his teasing is nothing but lighthearted, and in return, you do the same for him.
Sweet! Boyfriend who physically cannot complement you without blushing and/or averting his eyes, forcing himself to speak the words he so desperately wants to say to you but doesn’t have the courage to do so without getting flustered. It’s yet another habit of his that gets easier with time, but it never fails to make you feel special, with how shy he gets. As if you’ve stunned the words right out of his mouth.
Sweet! Boyfriend who doesn’t know much about relationships, but the one thing he does know is that he wants to make you feel loved and appreciated every second of your relationship. He’ll slip up every once in a while, everyone does, but you’ll never doubt how much he cares for you, not if he can help it.
He loves you, and he’s desperate to earn your affections. So please…bear with him for a little bit. He promises he’ll make it worth your while.
cw : fluff, yan tendencies, reader is gender neutral, reader is sick, angst
wc : 500+
sparkle divider credit : @anitalenia
the room smells faintly of eucalyptus and medicine.
you’re half-buried under blankets, skin too warm, limbs too heavy. every breath feels thick in your chest.
you groan softly, turning your face deeper into the pillow.
“still aching?” his voice is low and gentle beside you. careful. almost tender in a way that doesn’t quite match the sharp intelligence in his eyes.
you blink up at him blearily.
his sleeves are rolled to his forearms. his lips are in a tight, tense line. he looks less like a doctor right now, which is ironic, considering he’s taking care of someone sick.
“i’ve been rotating the compress every fifteen minutes,” he murmurs, brushing cool fingers over your temple. “you’ve had fluids. medication on schedule. your temperature’s down a point.” his thumb lingers against your cheek a little too long.
“it’s okay, vincent,” you mumble, voice scratchy. you turn over onto your back. “i just need sleep…”
his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
sleep. something he can’t control.
he doesn’t like that.
you’re drifting before you see the way he studies you, like you’re a puzzle he hasn’t solved yet.
like your discomfort is a personal failure.
…the mattress dips.
you barely register it at first.
then, warmth presses along your side.
an arm slides around your waist, firm and unyielding.
your eyes snap open.
“vince—”
he’s already settled, glasses set carefully on the nightstand. his head rests against your chest, ear over your heartbeat. his hand spreads flat against your belly as if anchoring you there.
“your breathing is shallow,” he murmurs. “i’ll monitor it.”
“you’re going to get sick,” you protest weakly, trying to push at his shoulder. it’s like trying to move a wall.
he only adjusts his hold, pulling you closer until your protests turn into a tired sigh.
“i don’t mind,” he reassures quietly. “if it means you’re comfortable. you’re worth getting sick for.”
there’s something in the way he says it.
as if the idea of sharing your illness with him is… intimate.
sacred.
your fingers twitch against his shirt. you can feel his steady breaths, slow and controlled, in contrast to your own tight ones.
he rubs slow circles into your stomach, methodical, soothing. like he’s memorizing the shape of you beneath his palm.
“you don’t have to take care of me this much…” you mumble.
he hums softly.
“i do, he pauses, “no one else will do it correctly.”
your fevered mind doesn’t quite catch the weight of that.
you’re too tired, too warm, and too aware of how safe his arms feel despite everything.
you squirm once more, half-hearted.
he tightens his hold just slightly.
not enough to hurt, just enough to remind.
“rest,” he whispers against your chest. “i’m right here.”
your fingers drift into his hair, soft and fluffy beneath your touch.
he goes stiffens at that, like you’ve rewarded him, and he’s scared to lose it.
you nuzzle into him without thinking.
his arm slides more securely around you.
for a moment, your breathing evens out and the ache dulls.
and as you slip back into sleep, you don’t notice the faint smile against your chest.
or the way his hand never stops holding you in place.
…as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.
My head cannon is actually something that was brought up in the discord.
Nokka and Wifey having 4 kids, 3 daughters and 1 son. Eldest daughter is basically Nokka's mini-me and the two are always butting heads.
Son is the youngest and is a carbon copy of Wifey, just an all around sweet boy, who loves his mother and likes to bake.
I'd just love to see some dabbles of Nokka interacting with his kids.
Like what if he found out his eldest daughter has a secret boyfriend that he only finds out about because one of his other daughters blurted it out during a fight the two girls were having?
『Yandere Husband family bonding times』
Tw: wife reader! pure fluff, and tons of sass, Nokka butting heads with his look alike daughter.
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“Well I’ll be goddamned, I wish whoever that unlucky bastard is good luck and good riddance once he takes her off our hands. We can finally get some peace n quiet round here.” Nokka chuffed, you slapped his chest giving him an exasperated glare. You had just finished setting the table, only to come back to this nonsense chatter. “Seriously, honey? That’s our daughter we’re talking about.”
“Hell, we ain’t gotta worry about shit, I’d hate to admit it but I know she’s the man in the relationship.” The other daughters busted out laughing, enjoying the snide remark from their father. Meanwhile your baby boy was hugging onto your waist, equally amused. Eyes flickering from his elder sister. Who looked like she was about to flip the damned table. She was her daddy’s daughter after all, a hothead to the core.
“If anything, we should be worried about that poor sap she’s with, who’s gonna end up as her lil bitch.” Your husband snorted, taking a swig of his protein shake. Before lazily, returning a rude hand gesture that his look alike daughter gave him via middle finger. “Old man fight me if you wanna be talkin shit about my man!”
“Girl You betta thank ya mother for puttin you on this earth as a female… Otherwise I would’ve” He sassed, pointedly ignoring his raving daughter, opting to flicker through sports channels.
“Wife come get this brat already. She giving me indigestion.” Shaking your head with a sigh, from their habitual bickering. You went over to pacify your fuming daughter. Eventually it watered down to you listening to her gush about her secret boyfriend. Who seemed like the good natured type of guy to bring home to parents. Ultimately, leaving you pleased.
゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ rhett's been rather stubborn about letting you pamper her throughout her post-op recovery. short, sweet drabble
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; butch oc x femme!reader. country setting. post-op recovery (top surgery), fluff and comfort, no angst, not beta read we die like men. short drabble!!
⁀➴ wc; 819. MEN DO NOT INTERACT!
Rhett's never been one for keeping still. Even when she'd been five years old, she used to trail after her daddy until her tiny feet would blister. Working around the ranch is like a second heartbeat to her system, really. Getting cuts and blisters from gripping reins, lifting planks, and cutting wires makes it easy to breathe. Perhaps, any other person would find it silly, but life in Copper Ridge is all Rhett's ever known. High school had been something she got through for the sake of it, but she decided that college was a path and investment better fit for her younger sister, he really has only ever applied skills to that of keeping a land afloat.
And now, forced to remain cooped up in the house and limited to the movement she's used to, she's grown awfully restless. A little moody, if anything. You'd know.
He hates not being the one to open your doors. So much for putting your favorite coffee cup on the highest shelf so that she could get it for you, because he can't lift her arms much for the time being. It's embarrassing, how much he has to be babied.
The surgery had gone well. Rhett had been saving up for it ever since he was fourteen and had figured out that she wasn't fond of her genetics and the ample bust they came with. For many years, he resorted to — incorrectly — using bandages to flatten his chest. Thankfully, her mother caught on quickly, and got her a binder.
Still, it wasn't something Rhett was able to use 24/7. It's not as though he wasn't secure in her body. Lord knows the whole town recognized Rhett by the strut in her walk and confident, sharp hips. She just really hated her breasts. Sports bras and loose flannels did the job for many years.
Had Rhett never met you, then he would've gotten the surgery sooner. But she doesn't regret spending most of her savings on the ring now on your finger. You wouldn't be here, helping her heal, otherwise. He'll never forget the day he finally managed the courage to get down on one knee, wearing his Sunday best with a sparkling bolo tie.
It's been a few months since the two of you married. Much to Wade's chagrin, you moved into Silver Mesa. It's nice to live together, even if many mornings are accompanied by her mother's teasing when she walks in on you two feeling each other up before the crow of a rooster.
"Baby," Rhett grumbles, scrunching up her nose as you lift the spoonful of chicken soup up to her lips. "I can grab utensils myself, y'know? I ain't completely useless."
You huff, insistent, and press the spoon against Rhett's mouth. He has no other option but to oblige and part his lips, and there' no stopping the satisfied shudder that runs down Rhett's spine as the taste settles on his tongue. You choose not to tease him for it. "Who said anythin' about bein' useless?"
Rhett scoffs, petulant, "I did. Can't do anythin' for — how long again? — and I'm forced to stay here, cooped up like some broody hen. Can't even lift anythin'."
"Mm," A hum spills from your lips. It's funny, how accurately Rhett depicts herself. She has been acting like a broody hen, huffing and puffing up when she's left to stay still under your nursing hands. "It's only for a while, you know that. Besides, it's worth it, ain't it?"
"Yeah," Rhett digresses. He opens his mouth again, willingly this time, and swallows the spoonful of soup. "Guess it is."
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"Well, look at you."
Rhett turns her head over her shoulder, catching your gaze just as you enter the bedroom. She huffs, rubbing the back of her neck to get rid of the flush there. For as sharp a silver tongue she has, Rhett's always gone red at the face whenever you compliment her.
Eight weeks have gone by since the surgery. The doctor's cleared him to do many things now, including not having to wear that compression vest all the time.
He shudders when your arms go around his waist, fingertips teasing at the base of her navel to make the lean flesh tense up even more. Rhett huffs, though doesn't move away when your hands ghost right beneath the scars. They're still very visible, but there's something awfully... nice about seeing them.
"You look like a real hunk with these." You mutter, pressing a kiss to her freckled shoulder. Rhett huffs, but takes the compliment in stride and gives the back of your hand a pat. "How's it feel?"
"Mmm," He hums, drawing the sound out whilst feigning thought. Rhett turns, sliding her hands over your hips to bring you much closer. "Still a bit swollen in some areas, but it looks damn good, don't it?"
You started dating him. The sweetest cowboy around.
You've never really understood it when the showgirls always rambled on about their partners — you personally thought you couldn't do it. But here you are, yapping on and on about him.
You'd blabble a few compliments to him like "he's so handsome," "he's got the cutest smile," "he treats me like a prince," and the girls could practically see the hearts bubbling off of your head. You couldn't stop! The words flooded out your mouth like word vomit and you swore they were getting tired of hearing your heart thumping at 150 beats per minute.
Seated at the vanity, your legs dangled over the chair as you turned to one of the girls, holding your cheeks in your palm as you swooned over Cole. She didn't mind, of course, she was used to your rambling now and was focused on perfecting a new lip combo. "Oh you're so smitten!" She giggled, patting her cheeks with a cushion. "Ain't your mouth tired of moving so much 'mr lover boy'?" Another girl nudged your shoulder with the end of her brow pencil, shaking her head as she huffed from your yapping. A whistle from the girls broke you out of your trance as you lifted your head to look towards the doorway.
When you turned your head, you were met with Cole's figure standing at the entrance of the tent with a bright red blush and flowers held closely to his head. He must've heard everything. Flustered, he clutched his hat that was also held to his chest, lifting it up slightly to cover his red face, "U–uhm... hey. Apologies– I don't wanna' intrude on the ladies space." Cole's eyes were casted to the side; you could tell he was trying to be respectful of the space you shared with the girls.
You got up, walking over to where he was stood and took his hands in yours. "It's alright, I'm sure they don't mind," you reassure him, gently guiding him towards the dressing rooms where you could get changed into some more comfortable clothes. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Cole's eyes trained to the floor and his hat covering his face as he followed you like a puppy. He most definitely felt intimidated by the bustling lifestyle showgirls lived.
As you pulled him into the dressing rooms, Cole finally relaxed, lowering his hat to his side as he watched you with a sweet smile. "No peeking," you chime, disappearing behind the wall to change. "I wouldn't unless you asked sweetheart," Cole called out, taking this moment to lean against the wall as he waited for you to finish.
When you appeared, Cole let out a whistle, his eyes locked with yours as he exhaled contently, "How do you look so beautiful all the time sugar?" Cole took a few steps closer to you, reaching his fingers out to tuck a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered in your hair, brushing through it as he held the side of your neck just behind your ears. His lips ghosted over yours and you could practically feel the heat radiating off him. He didn't connect the kiss and instead pulled back, "Nope! Savin' it for later," He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist as he walked with you out of the dressing room.
It was a nice, sunny day out with the sun beaming down on the two of you but the clouds were kind enough to provide some shelter from the harsh sunlight. Linked by arms, you and Cole were stumbling around the streets pointing out what each cloud looked like. Passer-bys probably thought you guys were drunk but in reality, you were just having some silly fun with your boyfriend.
"That one looks like a duck," Cole laughed, pointing his finger to the sky at the fluffy cloud that was... shaped nothing like a duck. It looked more like a dachshund with its pointy nose and long body but you could see where Cole got a duck from. Another cloud caught your attention, it was most definitely shaped like a horse, "Hey, doesn't that look like Spirit?" You muse, smiling as you pointed to the other cloud. "You sure got keen eyes, darlin'" Cole leaned his weight against you, ruffling your hair playfully as he squeezed you even tighter against him.
After a few minutes — or hours — of giggling at random shapes of clouds, Cole finally led you to a small café by the lake. You hadn't even realised you walked this far out with him. "They've got some mighty fine milkshakes, we can share one!" His hands dipped down to yours, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you inside. The soft jingling of the bells rung through your ears as you stepped through the door, the cozy scent of coffee beans and sweets wafted to your direction.
The atmosphere was so nice, like a fireplace on a cold winter night. Cole seemed to be familiar with the workers, calling out a few greetings before letting you sit down at one of the tables beside the window. The window sill had a small succulent plant, adding to the comfortable environment this café had. "How 'bout a salted caramel milkshake? Sound good?" Cole crooned, swiping his finger along the paper menu before he glanced up at you. You were willing to try out anything Cole suggested, he seemed familiar with this town — maybe because it was quite close to his home town.
Cole called over the waiter and had a brief chat before the waiter left with your orders. The wait was comfortably quiet, just Cole admiring the lake and sometimes you.
The waiter finally came back with the tall milkshake glass, the whipped cream dripped down the edges in small streaks of white adorned with a pinkish cherry ontop. They placed it down before flashing the two of you a smile. The milkshake stood tall and beads of condensation trickled down the flared design of the glass. "Here," You felt the coolness of the cherry being placed against your lips and you look up to see Cole holding it out for you, "I've had this milkshake plenty of times. Its my favourite."
You happily took the cherry, plucking it off of its stem as you chewed on it, the sweet taste leaving a pleasant tingle on your tongue. You watched as Cole grabbed an extra straw and placed it into the drink, pushing one towards your side and holding one to his. You both leaned in to take a sip, the coolness of the milkshake running down your throat nicely. "It's good!" you smile and Cole cant help but smile too. "Told 'ya" he laughed.
It seemed like hours as you and Cole rambled on to eachother about anything that came to mind — he'd tell you about the local gossip and you'd tell him about your experiences in different cities. The more you talked, the more the milkshake slowly disappeared and the sun lowered behind the horizon. The sunset glow casted through the window, a yellow-ish orange color painted the interior of the café. The workers practically had to kick you two out since it was 5 minutes to closing time.
The walk back to your motel wasn't silent, the evening was filled with endless conversations and laughs. Cole turned to face you, the crinkles beside his eyes softening as he had to ask the one question that's been lingering in the back of his mind, "You gotta hit the road again, don't ya?" You look up at him and can see his little heart cracking behind those eyes, he always hated to see you leave. "Yeah," You nod, your voice somewhat breathless, "It's in the city this time, its quite far this time." Cole frowned, squeezing your hand a bit tighter.
"You promise to write t'me, okay?" You weren't that cruel to not write letters to him. "Of course, Cole."
He walked you right to the doorstep, but before you could go inside, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist held you tightly. "Wait—" He mumbled, looking down at your face. You were so close to him. Like a snake, his arms constricted around your body, holding you as if you'd run away if he let go. He lowered his head and brought his lips to yours.
You could taste the sweet-salty taste of the caramel milkshake you shared earlier. His lips were soft, not lustful, just genuine love for you. He pulled away to let you take a breath before leaning back in for a second kiss, this time leaning so far forward you had to bend backwards to accommodate for the passionate kiss. "I love you," Cole murmured against your lips, peppering kisses all over your face as he leaned in as close as possible to you. The kisses tickled your skin, causing a giggle to be forced out of your lungs, "Love you too." As you say your last goodbyes — and Cole gave you about 50 more kisses — you finally walked back into your room, meeting one of the girls you shared the motel with.
"That was something straight out of a romance movie," She teased, stirring her black coffee with a teaspoon. "Oh shush," You reply.
Cole sighed with a smile as he finally finished drying the flowers he hand-picked earlier. One of the local grannies told him how to dry flowers and that they would last longer when dried. Knowing Cole, he most definitely used those lessons to use for you. He gently placed the flowers in the envelope, licking the glue to activate it and encased his hand-written letter safely inside.
"He'll love it!"
You had achieved a small collection of dried flowers from Cole, all different kinds and combinations. He really did have an eye for pretty things. Of course, you wrote back, using one of your favourite lipsticks to plant kiss marks on the letters, and neatly signing your name with a heart in red ink. You sealed them up and kissed the envelope once more for good luck.
Your pile of Cole's letters grew as you didn't have the heart to throw any of them away. Tonight, you had recieved an extra special letter, one that had the paw print of Scout on the front. Your heart raced as you took the letter out, curious to why this one was worthy of getting a paw print signed on it.
"I'm coming over! Just wait."
Was written on the bottom of the letter. You could just imagine the big toothy grin on Cole's face when he wrote that. And you have to give it to him, for a guy like him, you didn't expect his handwriting to be so elegant.
You weren't sure when, where, or how Cole was going to "come over," but you waited nonetheless, and the next day Cole had arrived at your hotel with a pair of rugged jeans and a hoodie you gifted to him after on of your performances. "Cole!" You beam, basically jumping out of your seat to hug him, "Honey!" He laughed back, holding you tightly against his chest. "I missed you."
He lifted you up into his arms bridal style, causing a squeak from you, and jumped onto the plush bed with you snuggled in his arms. Your legs tangled under the warmth of the sheets as he pressed his face against your neck, relishing in the soft floral scent of your perfume. He loved that scent, it was perfectly feminine but had a certain masculine undertone to it — which in his opinion — embodies you so well.
"When you get a vacation, come back to my house, I'll let you meet my parents," Cole whispered against your skin, his hands tracing small circles on your back, "Let's get married..."
"Sure— wait what?"
a/n : Cole sweet Cole !! This fic wasn't my best ,, I think maybe I could've done better/wrote more but currently my laptop is out of order right now !! I hate writing on my phone TT but it'll be back soon (hopefully) ♡
GOD I feel like such a chud making this title uh uh uhhhh here take more fuckass story. I feel so embarrassed LMAO
Like no what if someone bullies me.....😢 but there's a very small chance of that BUT STILL!!!!!
Feiyao belongs to @kokii-omii
(P.S. I was too lazy to write this in cause it’s 1 A.M, but Casimir had a spell placed on him - by someone stumbling across them while they slept - that hid that he was a unicorn. But Feiyao, having known Casimir was not just any horse, could see right through that ‘disguise’. For the sake of my fingers and sanity, Feiyao had Casimir checked by some sorta mage experienced with curses and shi)
Feiyao and Casimir had gotten along over the days in college - they were often in the same class, with Casimir passing notes to Feiyao whenever he wasn’t paying too much attention to class and Feiyao calling the teachers attention for Casimir.
They had a good bond, but Casimir couldn’t help but feel that twinge of familiarity whenever he and Feiyao’s hands accidentally brushed, whenever Feiyao asked a stupid question Casimir could easily answer, whenever they looked at each other for long enough…
Casimir often shook that off as a coincidence - maybe the prince had a familiar face?
But one day, Feiyao had had enough of Casimir drifting in and out of remembering the past… everytime it seemed like the unicorn would remember something in the past they shared, his mind would always drift away
Now the two stood in Feiyao’s room, having finished up with some homework Feiyao had neglected for a little too long.
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🦄: “Remember you…? No, I don’t remember you…”
🐦🔥: “You don’t? Really- you- you’re pulling on my leg, right?”
🦄: “If I was, I’m pretty sure you would have felt it…” the unicorn murmured, a confused look in his eyes. Usually, their depths would reflect the ever beautiful forests - the fields of which the two would play in when they were but children.
Now Casimir’s eyes showed only Feiyao’s reflection
🐦🔥: Feiyao frowned, trailing his hand down his face “No no… nevermind…” he growled, tail twitching in mild irritation behind him as he slowly began to pace.
🦄: Casimir tilted their head slowly, brows furrowing - they tried their hardest to have any recollection of Feiyao in his past. “I’m… I’m sorry” they held their head low “No matter how hard I try…”
Their words trailed off, gaze growing distance for a moment before shaking his head, tail twitching with a nervous energy
🐦🔥: The dragon stopped pacing, messing his hair in frustration before snapping at Casimir “Don’t act stupid! Seriously! Please!” he practically pleaded, taking a deep breath, then quietly - “Five hundred years…”
His voice raised, not quite angry, just… frustrated “Cas, do you not remember the moonflowers? The playdates? The trips into the forest? Raising a butterfly from a caterpillar?”
🐦🔥: “That’s not the point!” Feiyao exclaimed, growing desperate - a fear blooming in his chest at the thought that his first friend, his best friend, had forgotten him after all this time. Just like he’d feared
🦄: Their ears flicked, taking a pace back and biting the inside of their lip - has this man gone mad…? Wondered Casimir, unsure if he should make his leave before Feiyao got worked up even more
🐦🔥: “You tunneled the river,” he said immediately after, tone calming “You were so proud of that. You wouldn’t shut up about irrigation for a WEEK.” His voice almost lifted in excitement before faltering again. “You made crowns out of vines that scratched my scalp because you pulled them too tight.” a wry chuckle escaping him
🦄: That made Casimir pause, a flicker of recognition passing through his eyes for only a second “I was unaware that dragons could complain so much..” They chuckled wryly, trepidation ebbing from their body
🐦🔥: Feiyao’s eyes lit, his tail giving a hopeful, tentative wag - “You used to say that a lot back then - whenever I fussed about this or that.” He had not missed the flicker of recognition, and that alone made him more determined.
🦄: “I feel like I’m missing something still…”
🐦🔥: A twinge of irritation ran through Feiyao. Not at Casimir in particular, just the fact that this memory loss, this distance between them, had been caused by the greed of hunters. “Okay,” he said, forcing steadiness into his tone. “Imma start over.”
“My name’s Feiyao. I like glowy things. I’m very cool. Extremely heroic.” he put a hand to his chest before motioning at Casimir “You were… who knows where, and I was er- stone”
🦄: That made Casimir snicker a little bit “Stone…?” his ears giving a small flick “How uh… how unflattering” He smiled, putting a hand over his mouth, hoping he wasn’t disrespectful
🐦🔥: Feiyao smiled, a small laugh escaping under his breath “Long story. Curse. Bad people. You know, exciting stuff” he gestured with his hands vaguely before they both fell silent - Casimir trying to remember, and Feiyao trying to come up with something to help them remember.
Silence pressed in around them, thicker now. “Rem-Remember the promise we made to each other?” Asked the fae, taking a gentle step forwards, as if he might spook Casimir - I mean, who wouldn’t think that? Casimir was always jumpy
🦄: “Promise…” Casimir furrowed their brow a little further, pulling his hand up to rub his temple, muttering repeatedly, quietly “Promise… promise what…” their foot tapped the ground, impatient and frustrated at his own thoughts
This was farther than Feiyao had managed to get with Casimir in terms of remembering the past…
🐦🔥: He nodded “Yes- yes the promise!” a small smile made its way back to the prince’s face “We promised each other, that no matter what happened…” Feiyao’s hands reached out to Casimir’s
🦄: They were slightly uneasy, but let Feiyao take their hands
🐦🔥: Feiyao cleared his throat, trying not to tear up as he recounted their promise - it had meant a lot to him over the years, one of the reasons he hadn’t felt empty when he woke from his slumber.
“...no matter what happened, that we’d never, ever forget each other….” His hands squeezed Casimir’s lightly, eyes begging, pleading for the unicorn to remember, hands shaking slightly around Casimir’s
🦄: One of Casimir’s hands slipped out of Feiyao’s slowly, hesitantly. Casimir pressed a hand to his temple. His head throbbed faintly… There was something there - warm and golden and soft like dusk over a field. A memory that would not quite form. He could almost see a shape beside him in tall flowers. Laughter. A flash of red-gold scales against silver petals.
“The promise… I think I remember that”
🐦🔥: The prince looked up once more, leaning in slightly, remaining quiet to let the unicorn think
🦄: … His purple eyes remained fixed on their joined hands. The air had gone still, as if holding its breath in the moment as well, the sunlight seemingly fixed to make the moment more dramatic… (which was quite unnecessary from the sun…)
“…You never learned how to make them properly,” he whispered after a moment
🐦🔥: “What?”
🦄: The smile from earlier crept it’s way back onto the unicorn’s face, speaking slowly “You kept breaking the stems,” Casimir continued faintly. “And you blamed the flowers.” they said, lifting Feiyao’s hand, his smooth fingers running over Feiyao’s knuckles to stop their shaking.
His memory snapped fully into place like a thread pulled taut, eyes widening a fraction. Moonlight, laughter, a young Feiyao grinning besides a young Casimir - flowers decorating their hair.
“...Feiyao”
🐦🔥: The fae had heard Casimir say his name many times before, all different kinds of tones, in different types of scenarios… but this? Casimir was saying his name with the weight of a friendship that had been waiting to bloom once more after years of slumber
Feiyao shook himself internally, blinking twice and catching back up to the moment “Yeah…?”
🦄: Without much thought, Casimir pulled Feiyao close, close and tight… just like he had before when they were little. It was just then that Casimir sniffled, burying his face in the crook of Feiyao’s neck
🐦🔥: “Woah!” Feiyao exclaimed, his hands being dropped in place of that hug. The prince blinked, hands hovering where they had once been as he processed… before wrapping his old friend in a tight embrace
“Damn it Cas…” He laughed, a bit winded from the sudden surge of emotion “I’ve been trying so hard… so hard to get you to remember again…”
🦄: The unicorn shook his head insistently, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry… I really am!” he exclaimed, pulling back slightly from the hug to look at Feiyao, this time, looking deeper into the prince “I waited…”
“I really did” he gave a small nod, his hand coming up to cup Feiyao’s cheek, rubbing the skin there reverently
🐦🔥: He laughed, “I know I know - I came back. And you wanna know the first thing I did?” Chuckled the fae, leaning into Casimir’s hand
🦄: “What was that..?” they asked, ears twitching slightly
🐦🔥: Feiyao rolled his eyes, tail sliding across the ground slightly, rubbing against Casimir’s tail as it too came to meet Feiyao’s. “Well, I looked for you, duh!” he smirked “You really are dumb sometimes”
🦄: That was what broke something loose inside Casimir… The years of wandering. The endless searching. The hollow ache they had carried without knowing its shape… and before he knew it? The tears started to well
“Goodness Feiyao… you’re.. You’re an amazing friend.” There was more they wanted to say. Apologies for the centuries. Gratitude. Relief. The way his heart felt too full for his ribs., but Feiyao interjected insistently
🐦🔥: “Woah woah woah woah!” he exclaimed, wiping the tears from the unicorn’s lashes, eyebrows shooting up slightly “Don’t cry - if you cry, the curse will make sure you won’t be able to be a unicorn again”
🦄: “Huh-? What curse? What do you mean????”
(Just wanted to end it off with something I could make my next fic off of)
