Hello I was wondering if ur doing okay I’m worried, So may I ask for Nezuko BFF headcanon
I’m doing abit better now, still not in an entirely happy place but i’m slowly making my way there! slowly, but surely! ┗(｀・ω・´)┛ Thank you so much for your concern though. I hope i’ve done your request well, i’ve left it quite open to interpretation AU wise too, so it can be taken in the high-school one but also the original if you so please ^^ but anyway i’m rambling! I hope you enjoy ^^
BFF Nezuko Headcannons
First things first, you’d both been friends since you were babies – both sets of parents arranging days for the both of you to spend together
You’d just clicked together like a jigsaw
Sometimes the two of you can spend hours at a time in a room together and maybe speak a few times – your that comfortable with each other that just sitting in silence while doing others things can be relaxing – but of course when one of you starts talking the other will follow and then its hard for the both of you to stop
Your both known as the two beauty's of the village
Random baking and cooking days
You’ll sometimes just randomly gift each other things – like sweets, baked goods, herbs sometimes even fabrics to make clothes with – it becomes a habit for the two of you to go to stalls and shops only then to see something and think “oh, nezuko/ (y/n) would really enjoy that!” and then buy it
Continuing with the fabric gifts bit, whenever that happens the two of you set aside a special day in spring and/or summer where you’ll both will sit on the engawa or whatever rooms available to look over the garden (you’ll alternate between who’s house you go to on that day each year) and make each other something – for example nezuko made you a pair of feather patterned hakama pants for when you practise your archery and you made her a cherry blossom patterned haori
Sometimes clothes are swapped
Matching hair ribbons and/or jewellery
Your families always come together for the cherry blossom viewing party meaning that the two of you get to go wild with making and baking things together (of course there will be help from parents for the bigger dishes etc.)
Being the best friend of nezuko automatically means your apart of the kamado family which means all the kamado siblings are now also your siblings – of course the same goes for her with your family
Also she’s very protective of you - the same way she is with tanjirou - hates to see you get hurt, both mentally or physically. The same, of course, can be said with you! Your like two mother hens when the other is hurt
Lots of affection
Nezuko’s always been a very affectionate person, so expect hugs and sometimes the occasional hand holding – the odd forehead or cheek kiss too
You’ve never had an argument. Ever – You’ve always talked things out with one another, your voices always soft and understanding never reaching anything higher than a normal talking volume
Tea breaks are something the both of you enjoy but that enjoyment just increases when your sharing that tea with each other – herbal or floral, doesn’t matter so long as it can be something that the both of you will enjoy (possibly with some honey mixed in too) – usually with some sort of sweet thing such as mochi or sesame cookies etc
Makes him hot chocolate with cinnamon. Lets him cry into their shoulder and holds him close, wiping his face off with a cool cloth after. Brushes out his hair and braids it. Sings little made-up songs to get him to laugh. Tries to get him to dance with them, even if it’s just swaying in place. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, head rested against his.
Dillion comforting Attie
Wraps them in a blanket burrito and pulls them into a hug, tucking them under his chin. Holds their hands and stays eye-level, offering them smiles. Kisses their forehead. Makes small illusions as a distraction. Running a hand along their back if they cry. Makes gods-awful puns that don’t even make sense to try and make them laugh. Asks them about flowers.
Morning stretched into afternoon before she woke. Rubbing her eyes, she reached for Cullen, only to find the space beside her empty, “what time is it?” she wondered as she lazily swung her legs off the bed. Rising to her wardrobe she dressed and tried to tidy up her hair as best as she could, noticing several of Cullen’s teeth marks on her neck she reached for a bright red scarf to cover herself. Once satisfied with her look she calmly walked out of her chambers towards the meeting room, only to be grabbed by Cullen around the corner, ducking into Josephine’s office, “Diana,” he hummed as he drew her in deeply for a passionate kiss.
“Oh, Cullen,” she felt dizzy again at his presence, “please, I am still recovering from last night,” she let out a soft chuckle against his neck as he embraced her tightly.
“Then you had better get some rest and get something hearty to eat. You have Inquisition business to attend to this evening,” his grin was wide and mischievous as he rested his forehead against hers, “you are incredible.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle at his innocence and playfulness. Twirling some of the bear fur from his mantle she stood on her tip toes and leaning in with her lips just gracing his ear, “perhaps you can be more involved this evening?” Cullen shuddered at her words which made her grin even wider, “you are a very naughty man, Ser Rutherford, you may have to pray very hard after this evening.”
The door to Josephine’s office creaked open causing Cullen and Diana to quickly separate to appropriate distances as King Alistair walked in, “ah Lady Inquisitor, I was hoping to catch you,” he smiled brightly at them both, “if you have no objections Commander, I wish to borrow the Inquisitor for a short stroll through her garden.”
Cullen’s lip curled into a smug grin, “she’s all yours today, your Majesty,” he bowed slightly as he sauntered towards the war room.
Holding his arm out to her, Diana calmly looped her arm in his and walked with him towards the garden. It was a bright sunny day and despite the fresh snow capping the battlements the garden was warm and inviting. Stepping towards the large pergola she was suddenly aware the garden was quiet and they were alone, “your Majesty…”
“Please, call me Alistair. I believe we are close enough to lose our titles for the moment,” he patted her hand tenderly before looping his fingers in hers, “you are an incredible woman, Diana. To be willing to go through this, simply for peace,” he shook his head gently, “it is quite the thing.”
“Ki… Alistair, this is for the betterment of Thedas. War, the Blight and Corypheus have done more than enough damage. It is time to rebuild and ensure a lasting peace effort,” she felt him tenderly stroking her knuckles with his thumb, “but you didn’t bring me here for a political talk. Please, speak freely to me.”
“When my beloved died striking the decisive blow to the Archdemon, I never thought I’d be able to find comfort again. Never be able to enjoy another’s presence. You have captivated me, from the moment I arrived at this negotiation. Furthermore, I was quite surprised to find myself taken with the Commander as well. I was not prepared to find two people so,” he paused to gather himself as he looked deeply into her eyes, “you have given me a sense of comfort I never knew and if things progress as they are meant,” he reached down and laid a hand on her stomach, “I shall be blessed with something worth living for.”
Diana felt her heart flutter, “I had no idea, I…”
Alistair threw a hand up quickly, “please, my pain has been quiet and very private for some time. It feels comforting to be able to share it with someone. I’ve already spoke to Cullen. I knew him briefly, it is good to see him well. When we last met he was in very bad shape. You have done wonders for him, or so I have heard.”
“Oh, and who may I ask is the one giving you such interesting information about our dear Commander,” she grinned bending down to pull a few weeds from a patch of elfroot.
“Didn’t Leliana tell you? We travelled together with the Hero of Fereldan. She has spoken very highly of you and of Cullen. Though she is much different then I remember, perhaps I am as well,” letting out a soft chuckle Alistair looked back over at the door leading back into the keep, “we should return, people will whisper if we are gone much longer.”
Diana sighed straightening up and brushing the dirt from her hands, “yes, and I am famished. Perhaps something to eat during our discussions? No wine, of course,” she smiled as Alistair lead her back through the garden.
A/N- so this was part of a longer story but i wanted to keep it as short as possible. Obviously in this Clary and Jace and Izzy and Simon are together, sort of like in the books. Just something a bit light hearted.
Magnus and Alec where having a leisurely morning in bed. They had invited Clary and Jace and Simon and Izzy around the night before for dinner and a few drinks. After several rounds of a drinking game, they decided to stay the night and had taken over Magnus’s two guest rooms.
Alec’s arms were wrapped protectively around him, holding him snuggly to his body. Alec smiled. He took the time to study his lover’s face. He loved Magnus’ caramel coloured skin and almond shaped eyes. He had a small nose and perfect soft pink lips. Alec reached up and ran a finger around them, unable to resist touching. Magnus stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake so Alec continued his exploration. He leaned up slightly so he could look down at Magnus. He had a lean frame but his body was all muscle. Alec softly ran his hand over his pecs and down to his well defined abs. He smiled and bent down and kissed the place where there should be his belly button. It’s absence one of his demon marks. The other one, his amber cat eyes. Alec wondered what Magnus would think if he told him how much they turned him on. Most of the time he glamoured them to a deep rich brown but when they made love they became their proper colour. They were mesmerising. Alec reached for one of his hands and studied the palm. His hands were small and soft, Alec’s own hand completely covered it. Each slender finger had a ring on it and his nails were painted a glossy black. Alec traced it’s faint lines, wondering how it produced the ethereal blue flame of magic. He kissed the soft skin of Magnus’ palm and trailed kisses up his arm to his neck where it joined his shoulder finding the pulse point. He nuzzled into it giving the spot a small nip.
“Alexander, what are you doing?”
Alec looked up to see those beautiful amber cat’s eyes glowing back at him. Magnus ran his fingers through his thick black hair and Alec moved up to join his lips to his.
“ Getting an early start this morning are we?” Magnus said smiling, his voice still soft and sleepy.
“I’ve sort of been checking you out and I got a bit carried away” he said, between kisses.
“have you now. Did you like what you see?’
“I’ve never loved anything more. You’re fascinating to me Mags. I love every inch of you”
“keep saying things like that to me and I might get all girly and cry” he said. Alec smiled and moved so his body covered Magnus’s relishing the feel of his warmth beneath him. They were still like that, lips locked together, Magnus’ arms holding tightly to Alec’s back when the door suddenly burst open and Izzy launched herself down on the bed near them. She was wearing one of Simon’s t shirts that had ‘I’m a gamer, what’s your superpower’ written on it. Alec gave a growl and moved off Magnus to give his sister a strong glare.
“By the angel, Izzy don’t you know how to knock or what a closed door means?” he said, hastily grabbing the quilt and pulling it up to cover themselves but as usual, Izzy didn’t seem to care.
“yeah but you guys are just so cute. Can’t get enough of seeing you together.”
Magnus held up his hand and the blue flame appeared. He frowned down at Izzy.
“I can banish your sister to one of the outer regions of Mongolia my love, if you like” Alec knew he was only kidding but the thought was tempting. He reached out to wave his fingers through the blue flame as it danced in magnus’s palm. There was no heat to it at all and felt almost feather like.
“ No, she’d just come back. I thought it was decided that you weren’t gonna call us cute any more.” he said, frowning at his sister.
“When was that decided?” she said with a grin. She scrambled up further in the bed so she could she could reach the blue flame as well, moving her fingers through it.
“Ha, that’s so cool, Magnus” she said, giggling.
“So what in the name of Raziel is going on here?” they looked up to see Jace standing in the doorway. He was bare to the waste with a pair of jeans hanging loosely from his hips. Clary was standing just behind him wearing one of his t shirts clutching his hand.
“playing with Magnus’ flame” Izzy said, laughing.
“well, that’s one I haven’t heard before” Jace said.
“I want to see too” Clary said and she ran for the bed and joined Izzy, running her fingers though the flame. The girls looked at each other and giggled.
“I know, right? How cool is it. If I could do that I think I’d spend most of my time just playing with it” Izzy said.
“who’s playing what now?” Simon appeared at the door next to Jace, surveying the room with a questioning look.
“Ok, you two need to tell your girlfriends to leave my boyfriend’s flame alone. Wait, something about that didn’t sound right” Alec said, frowning. The room erupted in laughter. Alec was trying to look mad but was losing the fight. Magnus made the flame grow larger and swirling his hand and fingers around formed it into a ball while the others watched, fascinated. He flicked his wrist out and launched the blue orb straight at Jace and Simon who both dove for the floor to dodge it.
“hey!” they both yelled before picking themselves up.
“so how do you do that, Magnus?” Izzy asked, giving him a sly grin.
“do you have like some sort of magic generator in there?” she gave Magnus a poke in the gut with a painted red nail. Before he could answer, Izzy gave a yell and sat up.
“hey, you haven’t got a belly button!” she cried and much to Magnus’s surprise she ran a hand over the ridges of his abs.
“ha, that’s crazy” Clary said and even she reached out to touch his warm smooth skin.
“wow, you’re really soft, do you use a moisturiser?” Clary said, looking up at him.
“yeah, no wonder my brother can’t keep his hands off you” Izzy said.
Alec made an exasperated noise and grabbed Izzy and Clary’s hands and lifted them from Magnus who was completed shocked that Clary and Izzy had dared to get gropey with him.
“You two need to keep your hands to yourselves” Alec said, glaring at Clary and Izzy as they got off the bed and went over to Simon and Jace.
“not all the time” Izzy said, and ran her hand under edge of Simon’s shirt before kissing him.
“I had no idea vampires could blush” Jace teased.
“Yes well, I think its breakfast time now the game of ‘check out the warlock’ has finished” Magnus said. He held up his hand once more and the blue flame appeared and he gave a click of his fingers.
“breakfast is served in the dining room” he told them and they headed down the hallway.
“you sure have fascinating siblings and friends, beautiful boy” Magnus said to Alec.
“is that what you’d call them? Half the time I prey to the angel not to run a seraph blade through them.”
The morning after a devastating loss, Yeujin is lost, but finds himself again. All because Martin is the beautiful soul that he is.
pt. 2 - lost but with you
October 26, 2015
The morning sunlight peeking over the rooftops of Brussels effortlessly slipped through the hotel window. The young Swede squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to get up, despite the blinding sunlight. He didn’t want to face yet another morning knowing he had failed to secure Worlds for Fnatic. They had been so close.
He wasn’t happy about having to play against Hyukkyu so early in the tournament. Yet, being 3-0’d by KOO Tigers felt even worse. He felt like he had failed not only his teammates, but also his fellow AD Carry whom he had promised that he would win Worlds for the both of them.
Sure, they were words, but they weren’t just words. There was a certain validity and promise in them that made it matter more to him. Call it cliché, but perhaps that was just simply how he was as a hopeful 19-year-old professional gamer.
The young AD Carry tightened his arms around the boy snuggled up tightly against his chest. The regret from not closing the blinds the night before quickly disappeared when his eyes fluttered open and was met with the lovely sleeping face of his Jungler. Even with the faint streaks of dried tears on his cheeks and a disheveled mess of red hair for a fiery halo, Martin couldn’t help but think how beautiful he still looked.
He wasn’t really thinking when he pulled back a little, using the backs of his fingers to gently rub the marks on the older boy’s cheeks. It was as easy – as necessary – as breathing to prove to himself that Yeujin really existed. Although his heart was still heavy with defeat, just being in the presence of his teammate made the weight on his shoulders feel just a little lighter.
Tracing the pad of his index finger along Yeujin’s soft features, he couldn’t help but smile the longer he stared. The soft breaths that tickled his sensitive neck made Martin’s heart flutter as he stared at Yeujin’s small, parted lips. Before he could catch himself, the young AD Carry had closed the space between them and pressed his thin lips against Fnatic’s sleeping beauty.
In a matter of seconds, he could feel the Korean’s lips move – albeit rather slowly – against his. The young Swede couldn’t help his smile as he peeked at the other boy underneath his eyelids. Yeujin had his eyes closed, but it didn’t take Martin much effort to realize that his innocent, little kiss had woken up his princess.
“Morning,” Martin managed to say once they pulled away from each other, effectively leaving them both breathless. That trademark smile of his was painted on his lips when Yeujin’s eyes fluttered open. The Jungler gently rubbed his eyes with his knuckle, a smile finding a home on his lips when a hand reached out to stop him from rubbing them. “That’s bad for your eyes.”
“Such a mom,” he joked quietly as he let his AD Carry pull his hand away from his face. “Sleep alright?”
The Swede subtly shrugged his shoulders as he ducked down and buried his face in the crook of his teammate’s neck. With a deep breath, he relished the warmth and naturally sweet scent that was Yeujin. Something about the Jungler’s presence made him feel relieved. As if nothing mattered anymore. Martin hadn’t felt happier since his return to Fnatic. Sure, the roster was almost entirely different, but Fabian, Seunghoon, and Yeujin only added more to the house. He was no longer the kid in the Fnatic family.
Or so he would like to believe, but he was still one of the kids age-wise. That didn’t stop him from feeling the need to act as an older brother with his past experiences in Fnatic.
Similar to how Martin felt a certain comfort in Yeujin’s presence, the young Korean Jungler found a sense of home around the AD Carry. Perhaps it was the way the Swedish boy held himself… or his scent… maybe his warmth…or just his whole being entirely.
Yeujin let his eyes gently fall shut as he ran his fingers through Martin’s pale, golden hair. He released a soft hum of contentment as he reveled in its smoothness.
“You need a haircut…” Yeujin mumbled with his face in the nest of golden locks. The words fell from his lips before he could even gather them up into a concrete thought. He subconsciously thanked his family for making him fluent in English at a young age.
Yeujin loved how he could speak without thinking in Martin’s presence. Some aura about the young Swede just naturally comforted him. Yeujin wondered whether the other boy was even aware of the effect he had on him.
A deep chuckle vibrated against the crook of his neck as the AD Carry shifted a little. A casual smirk danced on the corner of his lips, hidden away in Yeujin’s collarbone. “What? I just cut my hair like a month ago.”
“Yeah,” Yeujin interrupted himself with a yawn. “But it’s long again.”
Martin moved his head to peek up at the Jungler, and a small frown formed on his pale lips when he caught the older boy in his habit of rubbing his eyes. In a few moments, the young Swede wrestled his fingers from his eyes and – rather excessively – had Yeujin’s thin arms pinned beside his head.
“Stop, it’s bad for you – your eyes.”
A pang of guilt shot through Yeujin’s body from the center of his chest when he looked up into the bright and clear ash irises of his … lover? Admirer? Boyfriend? None of those labels seemed to fit, seeing as they’ve never set anything in words.
They weren’t in any relationship, at least not any romantically labeled ones.
They weren’t boyfriends. That would’ve made things overly complicated.
Yet, they were definitely more than just teammates. More than just friends, but friends with benefits didn’t do their relationship any bit of justice.
Neither of them have ever explicitly spoken their affections. Martin never brought it up, so Yeujin didn’t pay it much thought. Nor did he think it to be of any importance. Besides, what they had was already very comfortable to him and he never thought that anything needed to change. Until he spent the night before in Kyungho’s hotel room…
Martin caught the flash of guilt across his eyes, but mistook it for physical pain. “Sorry, did I hurt your wrist?” he asked softly while gingerly pulling the hand on Yeujin’s right wrist away.
“No, I’m fine.” Yeujin attempted to hide his guilt with a smile that failed to reach his eyes. He held back a sigh of relief when it seemed like the other had bought into his façade. Martin leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the injured joint, looking like the golden-haired angel everyone knew he was.
When he pulled back up so that he was hovering over the Jungler, Martin laced his left hand’s fingers with Yeujin’s right. The sweet and pure smile the Swede gave made the Korean’s heart flutter in joy, yet also clench painfully in guilt.
He felt – no, he knew – that he didn’t deserve any of this. Any of Martin’s precious love. In stark comparison, Yeujin was such a flawed character. Martin had everything together in his life. He knew what he wanted. He treasured his relationships with his family and all the other players in the EU scene. He freely expressed his affections towards Yeujin no matter the time and place. Yeujin was almost the complete opposite. He didn’t know what he wanted, he could barely tell the difference between simple, sexual attraction and shameless, honest love. He’s lost more meaningful relationships than he’s kept. He’s always too wary of other opinions outside of the house to entirely reciprocate Martin’s heartwarming affections. Perhaps it was the cultural environment he grew up in, which had condemned romantic behaviors between two males. It wasn’t a good excuse to Yeujin, though. No excuse could justify his right to be loved by the wholesome Swedish boy. In his eyes, Yeujin was too broken, too messy of a person for wonderful, little Martin.
And now, Yeujin knew for a solid fact that he didn’t have any right to accept Martin’s affections. It was simple. He didn’t deserve it, because he couldn’t accept it whole-heartedly. His lingering feelings for Kyungho dug its malicious claws into his heart, refusing to let go and let him accept the knowledge that the Korean Top laner didn’t love him the same way. They refused to let him move on and happily enjoy his time with Martin before he needed to return to Korea for his mandatory military service. He couldn’t just take Martin’s love without giving anything in return. That wouldn’t be fair to him.
The night before their match against the KOO Tigers, Kyungho invited him over to his room to catch up since they hadn’t gotten to talk much after his move from South Korea to Germany. The first few months after Yeujin joined Fnatic, he let the distance between them grow without realizing it. He had constantly worried about fitting in and making sure to pull his weight – to live up to the name that came with Fnatic. Thankfully, his English hadn’t been an issue, but that was only one less thing to worry about. He often stressed over having good gameplay and good publicity, all while striving to prove to the worldwide community that ‘Reignover’ wasn’t “Game Over.” As a result, he rarely called home, much less his old teammates on Incredible Miracle. If Kayli didn’t schedule in a Skype call every two weeks he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hold himself together as well as he did. Not that that had been any good in reality.
With all his worries also came the sense of betrayal he felt when looking at Kyungho’s Kakao Story, which consisted of many pictures of him and Seohaeng. It wasn’t like they had ever dated. It wasn’t like Kyungho was attracted to him – another boy, mind you – as much as Yeujin had felt “sinfully” attracted to him. The only one he had ever dared to tell of his preferences – which were looked down upon by his country’s culture – was Kayli, who had pleasantly surprised him with being so accepting.
Facts aside, Yeujin knew he had no right to feel the way he felt when he saw those snapshots of Kyungho’s daily life. It took him until almost the end of the Spring Split for Yeujin to decide not to let Kyungho – or rather, the thought of Kyungho – hold him back from living his life to the fullest and enjoying Europe as is.
Martin in his sweet, thoughtful, and well-intended existence just so happened to stroll into his life. As much as he tried to resist and keep the promise to himself not to fall down the same path he had with Incredible Miracle’s Top laner, something within him kept insisting that the Swedish AD Carry would be different.
Perhaps it was the way the young boy held himself with a nice balance between confidence and modesty. It could’ve been how naturally Martin touched him, as if simply playing with his hair was nothing more than an expression of close friendship. Maybe it was that beautiful smile that matched his sparkling, ash-blue eyes. Or potentially the kindness with which he showed Yeujin – knowing his boundaries with teasing the Jungler and respecting him when he expressed his opinions, unlike a certain Korean boy who shot down everything he offered with a smug smirk.
What he believed to be a passing crush hasn’t disappeared, even to this day.
There should’ve been no surprise that when he paid Kyungho a visit and found a spark that relit his affections for the jokester of a Top laner, he found himself confused and conflicted.
Yes, they had never established anything, but with all the affections Martin had showed him, they may as well have told everyone they were dating. Yeujin didn’t need them to explicitly state anything for him to feel as though he had cheated on the younger now.
It wasn’t even because he had shared anything with Kyungho. No kisses. No affectionate touches. Not even a friendly hug when he left the hotel room. Yet, just knowing those feelings were resurfacing made him feel as though he were betraying his AD Carry and all his well-intended feelings.
Don’t get him wrong, Yeujin knew he felt something strong towards Martin, be it love, sexual attraction, or perhaps both. Each time they shared a kiss – chaste or wanton – his heart would thump excitedly against his chest. Each time Martin embraced him in his arms, his heart would run a marathon before he could hold it back. Each time Martin played with his fiery hair or his lithe fingers, he would feel a certain giddiness that made him barely able to speak coherent sentences in either English or Korean.
“Are you sure you’re alright…?” his eyes caught the worry in the young Swede’s bluish-grey irises. His light-colored eyebrows furrowed in concern when he stared deeply into Yeujin’s darker-colored eyes.
The worry Martin expressed over him, and the fact that he even caught the discomfort in the first place, made Yeujin feel unreasonably happy. It showed that Martin cared. Sure, that fact was blatantly obvious, but having the confirmation was reassuring to Yeujin. Whether he deserved it or not, knowing someone in the world – other than his mother and siblings – cared deeply for his well-being filled his heart with warmth.
Yeujin gave the boy a rather sad smile as he raised a hand to gently caress his pale cheek. “Yeah. I’m…fine,” he breathed quietly, trying to make his lie convincing while he craned his neck to plant a playful kiss on the AD Carry’s nose. His half-hearted effort never managed to slip past the younger’s observant nature.
He brought it upon himself. Yeujin should’ve known he wouldn’t be convincing enough with such effort.
The young Korean couldn’t hold back the whine in his throat when Martin slowly sat up and a rush of cold air swept across his body. The only thing guarding him from the chill of the hotel room had been Martin’s warm body.
“What’s wrong?”
No, no, no…
Confrontation.
There wasn’t very much he hated more than confrontation.
“Nothing…”
“It’s not nothing,” Martin’s playful smile was gone, replaced by an expression of unhappy concern. Yeujin caught the plea in his eyes and he could feel his own heart break at the sight. He shook his head. He didn’t want to risk hurting the younger boy anymore by mentioning the Top laner of the team they had lost to last night. He shook his head a second time, as if to rid his mind of any such thoughts. The AD Carry seemed to read it as his refusal to reveal what was wrong, so he took a guess. “Was it…is it about last night?”
Yeujin flinched at the mention. Martin guessed that he reacted in such a manner because of what he also felt: the pain of losing 3-0 after a successful season and on their home field.
Although that may have been part of it, it was more of how loud the words had sounded in the eerie silence of the hotel room that made Yeujin flinch.
Before the Korean could even muster up a coherent sentence to explain his thoughts, Martin continued: “It’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault, so please don’t…don’t try to bear the burden yourself. We’re a team. As a team, we know how to, and will, grow. You saw us this summer.”
With one hand, Martin reached over to lace his fingers with Yeujin’s again, giving his smaller hand a firm squeeze. He knew that Martin’s words were nothing but the truth, but he could only nod to acknowledge that he was listening. That he understood.
“We’re strong. All of us. Sure, we were beat by KOO this time,” he choked on his words as tears threatened to fall. Yeujin gave a gentle squeeze to Martin’s hand. The feeling they had had on the stage right after the semi-finals had returned – not quite as strong, but it was still powerful enough to put both boys on the brink of tears. The Jungler wanted to comfort the younger boy, but it was already tough enough for himself to come to terms with what he was saying. Yeujin settled for tightening his fingers around Martin’s. “We’ll practice so hard when we get back after break. We’ll practice and we’ll beat everyone. We’ll show…we’ll show them that Fnatic isn’t dead. We’re still strong. We’ll get stronger and we’ll beat them next year. We’re not done.”
Midway through his little speech, a stray tear escaped from his eyes and trailed down his cheek. If Yeujin’s heart had cracked from the painful pressure of his earlier thoughts, it completely shattered while Martin spoke. He raised a hand to the back of the younger boy’s neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads were pressed together. He hadn’t realized how cold his hand was until he had it pressed against the warmth of Martin’s neck.
It felt…comforting.
The warmth spread from his palm to the rest of his limbs. Yeujin closed his eyes as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against the other boy’s watery eyes. The tears were salty to the taste, but the frustration he felt towards his thoughts of Kyungho had nearly disappeared, replaced by a heavy sense of bitterness.
Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing except his desire to comfort Martin. To tell him that he was right, that they would return as an even stronger team than before. Everything else disappeared around him as his fingers tightened around Martin’s, a grip that seemed like he was holding on for dear life. Yeujin closed the space between them and bittersweetly pressed his salty lips to the younger’s. The taste of tears swirled between their tongues as he made sure the kiss was gentle and at least somewhat comforting. Scratch that, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to convey in the kiss, but he let his mind and body run free on his emotions.
What they were, he wasn’t sure.
But, it didn’t matter.
Watching as Martin attempted to comfort him and broke down himself made Yeujin realized what it was that he felt.
I love him.
There was no more doubt left. It didn’t matter that Kyungho was part of him before, or even still was a small part of him.
Martin was here in front of him. Right now.
Martin has been here with him.
Martin cared, and he knew that Yeujin cared.
He hated that it took this long for him to realize this, with tears running down their cheeks and their lips locked. He didn’t need anyone else. Martin understood him, and he still wanted him with all his small – and not so small – faults.
Martin was the first to pull away, despite Yeujin’s lungs burning for air. No words needed to be exchanged as they comfortably listened to each other’s heavy breaths, sitting in the bed with nothing else but their tears and thoughts to bother them. No words would suffice for what they felt.
But they said it anyways.
“I love you.”
An amused smile found itself a home on Yeujin’s lips when he realized they had said it at the same time. No context was needed, or rather it didn’t need to match the context. Those three words could mean nothing to someone else, but between them it meant more than just their affections.
I love you.
It meant everything. Their dedication, their trust, and a promise.
~pt. 3~
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter~ I hadn't really expected to give it so many chapters at first, but it's happening(?).
Thank you so much to @aeonwing for being my reliable beta <3 I'm sure it was a pain re-reading so many times ;;~;; but it would be like this without you.
Ideal S/O's for the pillar girls Mitsuri and Shinobu! + Head-cannons
Hi there! Just a small message to thank the person who requested this! You are my very first request ^^ so i hope that you enjoy this! And just my apologies for taking so long to write, i also added little bits of head-cannons i have for them too which i hope you don’t mind^^
Shinobu Kocho:·
Shinobu is a rather laid back but compassionate individual so maybe an S/O that’s somewhat different than her would work best – or just someone that’s just as passionate but abit easier to rail up? (because then she gets an excuse to tug you to the side and calm you down with hugs and kisses)·
Be prepared to be gifted a haori with a butterfly wing pattern the same as Shinobu’s – she says its so the both of you can match but you really know that she wants to be able to switch your haori’s around as she likes the smell of your perfume/cologne and finds it comforting·
Prepare to be teased. Alot – even better if you can the teasing back·
Lots of home-made gifts such as candles and scented rubbing oils especially on special occasions like your birthday etc·
Likes to give small cheek kisses in public so be prepared to have them suddenly just planted on you in the most random of times·
I can picture her being a better baker than a cook – which isn’t a bad thing! You get really professional looking + tasting cakes, biscuits etc but it does mean that you have to help with cooking sometimes·
Shinobu would freeze in place before blushing with that happy smile of hers spread across her face if you got her any sort of gift – literally almost wept when you got her a butterfly patterned kimono (that were in a beautiful mixture of her and your haori colours) and a really nice flower perfume ·
Doesn’t really tend to ‘borrow’ your clothes very often but when she does its beyond adorable as your sleeves are usually just abit too long for her arms ·
Is usually a pretty confident lady but still blushes like crazy and teds to space off slightly with a happy giggle when you complement her – almost has a heart attack if you end the complement with a prolonged kiss to her knuckles or just on the corner of her lips
Mitsuri Kanroji:
Ok! so matsuri is a very emotional and passionate person, so I imagine that her ideal S/O would be someone that can keep up with her in both emotionally and in strength – plus I just think she wants someone that treats her properly + nicely so she can enjoy what a proper relationship feels like
She’s very kind but flusters easily so I imagine any complement you send her way will leave her so flustered that she just stutters, giggles and hides her face either behind her hair or hands
She’s strong. Very Strong. So would like a partner to at least match her in strength or just to be able to hold themselves properly in a fight until she comes along to help fight or just wipe the floor with however dared to try and lay a hand on you
Would probably need a lot of reassurance that you truly want to be with her since she’s still slightly self-conscious about her hair colour and unnatural strength
Has to enjoy or at least get used to the continual amount of handholding, hugging, kissing etc that will be dealt from mItsuri
Food. Has to enjoy receiving bento’s or some sort of baked goods/snacks since Mitsuri will go out of her way to give you these when she knows your busy or going away for business – She’d also be over the moon if you gave her the same things back
Also cooking! Mitsuri is another one who enjoys cooking so would enjoy the task even more if you joined in with her
Gotta be prepared to have your hair messed with and put into different hairstyles – which causes her to squeal at how cute you look
Will ‘borrow’ any of your clothes
When receiving gifts Mitsuri will tear up slightly no matter what you get her
