Two people on this account, Turtle(any pronouns) and Vodka(he/him) We sign which of us is writing at the end of post and in the tags Both of us speak English but its not our first language
So sorry for not fulfilling the prompts I had. Unfortunately as I was working on them and nearing the end of each one(I don't work on one alone as I want them all to feel connected which is easier when I work them together)I received very unexpected and unfortunate news near the start of February.
My gf has passed away from medical related issues and no, the hospital was not at fault. I will not be disclosing any further details on that.
As a result I found myself unmotivated to work on much of anything as I was and still currently am grieving her loss. I really only played ZZZ while I was on call with her(She enjoyed the game and loved to watch me play but didn't wantbto play herself)and as a result, ZZZ related things hurt me a lot to just look at, so finishing the 4 stories I had in my wip doc is simply out of the question.
I waited thinking maybe I could eventually push myself to finish them, maybe even have be some sort of coping thing but as time has passed I realized that's not going to happen any time soon so I decided to write this as an explanation as to why I haven't posted despite getting a few prompts.
I'm really sorry to those people, I didn't expect this to happen and I hope you can understand my unwillingness to continue writing ZZZ stuff at least for now. Maybe in the far future I might go back to those prompts so I won't delete them or ask vodka too but right now I'm simply not in the mental state to do that.
I have been able to start writing for other things though so I might hopefully post soon unless I hit another depressive episode.
Like I said, I'm really sorry. -Turtle
Any inappropriate comments or things sent to the inbox will be blocked/deleted by me. For an unspecified amount of time I alone will be the one logged into this account although I will pass along any appropriate messages/inboxes to Turtle.
The city lights shimmered dimly as the streets murmured, the occasional sound of laughter floated through the frigid air. Hanging bright above the city the moon cast a silvery glow over the world just below her: her grace no earthly being could rival. For centuries she has witnessed dreamers, wanders, and lovers bask in her glory and tonight was a night not so different from the others.
Tonight, she sees yet another young couple; their hands locked together as they stroll through the city streets. The smaller of the two pulled her wolf along to where a busker was playing a violin; the haunting melody a magnet in an otherwise silent night.
“Dance with me,” The shorter man looked up at her wolf.
He laughed, shaking his head, “In the middle of the street?”
“Why not?” The man tugged her wolf's hands.
For a second, she could see her wolf’s eyes on her. Her light flickered in his eyes, trapped in his silver fur. She held her gaze, steady and soft before turning away to look back at the smaller man.
In her glow she painted every feature she could to nudge her wolf forward into the waiting arms of his lover. Wordlessly, he stepped forward further into her light.
Their steps were hesitant at first, a rhythm the moon matched with her light. When they spun, she followed, when they smiled, she illuminated their faces, when they whispered, she heard.
When the music swelled so did their confidence and her glee. Her thiren grabbed his partner and twirled with him in his arms, the light in their hair shining like spun silver.
She saw how her wolf never took his eyes off his lover, how his hand never left his waist, keeping him steady and guiding him through the movements, how they laughed above the music. She leaned closer to them, her light shielding them from the empty night beyond like a cloak.
As the music started to slow, so did they; their foreheads pressed together as her wolf was holding his lover up to the sky.
She lingered behind while the busker packed up to leave, her glow embracing the couple. She wanted to be sure her child knew this moment was theirs.
No, she could not touch the earth, could not dance nor laugh nor hold another as her children do but she doesn't need to in order to feel the joy that comes from such moments. She doesn't have to touch to be a part of their lives and their stories, being a witness is enough.
The moon continued her silent journey across the sky, a guardian of love, of dreams, of moments too precious to fade into the shadows. She watched, she shone, she loved, in the only way she knew; by offering her light to the world below.
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“Lycaon.”
“Yes, Wise?” Lycaon can't help the love he feels swell in his heart when he sees the way his lover shines in the moonlight.
“Can we dance again sometime?” A hand slyly presses his.
“Of course Wise.”The promise is sealed with a kiss.
Lycaon brushed some hair out of Wise's face as he pulled away.
“Come on,” Wise said after a moment, his voice soft but insistent. “Let’s keep walking. I have a surprise for you.”
“Well then, lead the way.” Lycaon allowed himself to be led away from their stage.
Sorrry if it's not quite what you were expecting, wanted to try a bit of different style of writing this time. Wasn't too big of a fan so I probably won't do this style again. And sorry for the long wait too, personal life was going eh for a bit.
-Turtle
Figured out the spacing issue from copy and pasting google docs + working on things for Ao3 = hopefully good things.
not noted by turtle is her slight confusion over what the difference between domestic fluff and romantic fluff so that was funny
Lycaon and Wise stood side by side in their cozy kitchen, sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the countertops. It was their first attempt at cooking dinner together—a special evening they had been looking forward to for days. Lycaon, the more experienced of the two, had everything ready: the recipe, the ingredients, and a well-practiced plan. Wise, on the other hand, was enthusiastic but hopelessly clumsy in the kitchen.
“So, first, we dice the onions into one-fourth inch pieces,” Lycaon said, handing Wise a knife.
Wise nodded eagerly, grabbing the knife and attacking the onion with the intensity of someone who had watched too many cooking shows. The pieces flew in all directions—some were almost paper-thin, while others were thick enough to be mistaken for whole onion halves.
Lycaon stifled a laugh, his uncovered eye crinkling with affection. “Master, maybe a little more... even?"
Wise paused, staring at the mangled onion. “I don’t get it. It looked so easy when you did it!”
“That’s because I’ve had lots of practice. It’s all about the wrist movement—like this.”
Lycaon gently took Wise’s hand, guiding him through a smooth, even chop. “See? It’s not about speed.”
Wise bit his lip, concentrating hard. “Okay, okay, I think I’ve got it.”
But as soon as Lycaon stepped away, Wise reverted to his chaotic slicing technique, determined to master it his own way. The onions looked worse this time. Despite this, Lycaon stayed calm.
“We’re making soup, so... the uneven bits will just add texture,” he said with a playful grin. “It'll be different.”
Wise laughed, shaking his head. “You’re too nice. This is a disaster.”
“No, you’re learning. Besides, cooking together isn’t about perfection,” Lycaon reassured him, walking over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s about spending time together. We’ll make it work.”
Next up were the tomatoes, which Wise immediately butchered beyond recognition. What was once a juicy tomato is now just juicy mush.
“Maybe I should just... supervise,” he muttered, looking about as defeated as the mush probably felt.
“Can't believe a tomato died for this.” Wise stared at it in offense.
Lycaon laughed softly, pulling Wise into a hug. His tail softly hitting the floor. “Or you could stir the soup once we get it in the pot? Low-stakes, but a crucial step in the process.”
Wise beamed. “I can definitely stir.”
As Lycaon prepped the remaining ingredients, he couldn’t help but smile at Wise’s determination to contribute, even if it wasn’t exactly going as planned.
Finally, the soup came together, with Wise expertly stirring, just as promised; thankfully not somehow spilling everything over the edge.
“See? We did it,” Lycaon said as he ladled the soup into bowls. “And it looks pretty good, if I do say so myself.”
Wise grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, but only because you saved it.”
“No, we saved it,” Lycaon corrected, handing him a spoon. “Team effort.”
Wise huffed. “Is it really a team effort if you had to do everything for me?”
Wise took a bite, his eyes lighting up. “Okay, this is actually amazing. You’re kind of a genius.”
Lycaon smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “Only because I’ve got the best partner by my side.”
Wise playfully shoved him away.
“Oh please, I'm certainly not the best partner in the kitchen.”
And well, after today no one could really say disagree could they?
Hello! Working on a slightly longer fic rn but I just suddenly had this idea hit me like a truck. So here is a short. Vodka finally saw this account and suggested it's probably smarter to just make this account the main account and honestly, yeah it is so Vodka is gonna(hopefully, please)change the layout when he posts this.
-Turtle
i edited the format a lil before posting. hopefully she gets into the habit of writing the ship and a summary just below the title granted, it's not like I do much anyway. Am writing something tho so there is that, will probably only be posted to Ao3 account tho idk yet
On a quiet city street, the clock struck midnight. Wise, weary from a long day of work, strolled through the dimly lit avenue, his breath visible in the crisp night air. The bustling energy of the day had faded, leaving the streets nearly empty, save for the soft hum of a distant car and the occasional rustling of leaves.
As he passed by a quaint, garden shop, Wise noticed a figure standing before a bench. A figure Wise knows all too well.
Well-groomed, with gleaming white fur that looked as soft as freshly fallen snow. His tailored suit, complete with a pocket watch is recognizable to anyone who has met him even if it was only once.
“Good evening esteemed Master Proxy.” Lycaons tail twitches as a soft smile forms on his face.
“You're still up this late… Is it work keeping you awake?”
“Ah, not quite. I mean, it most certainly doesn't help but it's not the sole reason I'm still up.” Wise can't look Lycaon in the eyes in fear he will notice his quickly warming face.
It, shamefully, doesn't take Lycaon doing much to get his heart racing.
“I see, I assumed too much. You must have your reasons for doing so. But regardless,” Wise feels a hand gently caress his cheek and his brain short circuit, “Your health is important. Please make sure to rest well.”
Much to Wise's relief, he feels the clawed hand move away while Lycaon continues to speak.
“That being said, I myself haven't been living on a regular schedule… That's quite embarrassing.”
Wise stares up at Lycaon.
“I-I don't think it's embarrassing at all. As long as it doesn't become a new habit, there is nothing wrong staying up a bit later than one would normally.” Internally, Wise prays Lycaon won't mention his awkwardness, he thinks he might just jump over the railings if he had to explain his nervousness.
“Thank you for your understanding.” A look Wise can't quite place flashes on Lycaon's face before disappearing.
“Do you typically wander around at night?” Wise tilts his head in a way all too reminiscent of a puppy at the question.
“Not typically. When I can't sleep I normally just do some work on the laptop but tonight just looked so lovely, I had to go out.”
Wise stares off into the water; surface shimmering with the reflections of a thousand stars scattered across the velvety sky. The water was a deep, inky black, the moon’s silvery reflection undulating softly on the gentle waves, like a ribbon of light dancing in the darkness.
Wise moved closer to the railing and leaned against it, his hands gripping the cool metal as he took in the tranquil beauty of the scene. Beside him, Lycaon stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, his tall frame relaxed as he gazed out at the midnight horizon.
After a short, comfortable silence fell upon them, Lycaon spoke up.
“It's an honor to cross paths with you beneath such bright moonlight.”
“I should be the one feeling honored,” Wise snorts, he turns around so he's leaning his back on the rails to get a better view of Lycaon.
“You're usually pretty busy and now that you're not, here I am taking up your time.”
“Please don't think of this as you taking up my time.” Lycaon raises a hand up to his chest.
“I actually do enjoy our time together, however fleeting those moments may be.”
“Oh, you do?” Wise can't help the feeling of hope fluttering around in his chest.
“Of course. You're a very important person…” Wise blushes a little at the statement.
“...If you are free, would you accompany me somewhere?” The same look from before returns for just a second.
“The view is beautiful at night, but it takes a little effort to get there.” Lycaon's ears move ever so slightly back.
“I would love to, it's not like every night I'll get this chance.” Lycaon's ears shoot forward and he now has a pleased look plastered on his face.
“Thank you. If you'll please pardon my breach etiquette.” Lycaon steps closer.
“Huh? What do you—”
Wise yelps, not expecting to be picked up bridal style. The sudden shift brought him closer to Lycaon, his body cradled securely against his chest.
“Eh???”
He could feel the warmth of his embrace, steady and reassuring. As they moved, a gentle breeze swept across his face, brushing strands of hair away from his closed eyes.
Suddenly, the breeze stopped. Opening his eyes, Wise could see they are on a rooftop overseeing New Eridu.
“I come here whenever I can't sleep, just to feel the breeze.” Lycaon delicately places Wise down, who is reluctant to part from him.
“There is no scientific way to corroborate this, but this place makes me feel at ease. I always find it easier to sleep after coming here.”
“It's a very beautiful view…” Wise peers down onto the streets where a few people were still out despite the time.
“You should walk around to take in more of the view, that is, if you aren't afraid of heights.”
The rooftop offered a sanctuary of solitude, high above the city. Wise walked slowly, taking in the sprawling view below—a sparkle of twinkling lights. The city’s hum was distant, almost like a lullaby.
Above him, the night sky stretched infinitely, dotted with stars that seemed close enough to touch. A cool breeze swept across the rooftop, ruffling his hair and bringing with it the scent of the water just below.
As he moved, lost in the beauty of the moment, he got caught between his own feet. Stumbling, arms flailing briefly, he balanced himself before he could fall.
The snicker behind him is too loud to ignore.
“...Are you alright?” Lycaons tail moves in poorly disguised delight.
“Does it make you happy to almost see me trip?” Wise can't help but put one hand on his hip while looking at Lycaon.
“...Not in the slightest. How could it?” Lycaon's ears further put his claim into question.
“Then why was your tail wagging just now? Your ears were moving too.” Wise stands just before Lycaon in an attempt to be intimidating. A worthless attempt considering the size difference, forcing Wise to awkwardly crane his neck up while Lycaon has to look almost straight down at him.
“...You must be mistaken.” Wise can feel his embarrassment build up as the unmistakable sound of Lycaon trying not to laugh at his expense shines though despite his words.
“Alright, I'm mistaken then.” He smirks while Lycaon appears dumbfounded, certainly not expecting that answer if the sudden stop in his tail wagging is any indication.
Wise uses this moment of surprise to his advantage. He brings one hand up to boop the poor thiren's nose who couldn't react in time.
Taking a moment to register what just happened, Lycaon's tail begins to wag again.
“Did you just…”
With a shit eating grin, Wise simply says, “Ah, you must be mistaken.”
The sound of laughter rings through the rooftop in joyous delight.
“I suppose I'm mistaken as well.” Lycaon finally says when he calms down.
“I'm glad we're even now.” Wise grabs hold of one of Lycaon's hands. He pulls him towards the edge where he proceeds to sit down, clearly expecting Lycaon to do the same.
Of course, what is Lycaon to do but obey? After he collects himself from his recent giggle fit, he joins Wise sitting on the edge.
Wise only spares him a glance before he leaned back, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse above. The stars were unusually bright tonight, twinkling against the deep velvet of the sky. His lips curled into a soft smile, reflecting the quiet contentment he felt in this moment.
Beside him, Lycaon sat a little closer than usual, his attention not on the sky, but on him. He watched the way Wise's eyes flickered with light, how his hair caught the moon’s gentle glow, and how his expression softened as he stared upward, lost in his thoughts. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile as he noticed the way Wise absentmindedly toyed with the ends of his sleeves, a small, endearing habit he’d come to cherish.
He was captivated by the peacefulness that radiated from him, the way he seemed at home beneath the stars. His presence, so calm and serene, drew him in, making it impossible to look away.
As the minutes passed, Wise's head began to droop slightly, his eyelids growing heavy. He shifted closer to Lycaon resting his head on his arm.
Chuckling, Lycaon interrupts the still world they had.
“It's getting late, I should take you back.” Wise groans into his arm.
Despite Wise's unwillingness to move, it took no effort on Lycaon's part to pick him up bridal style once more. Wise nestled his head close to Lycaon's chest as he waited for Lycaon to let him go after jumping off the rooftop only for that not to happen.
“You don’t have to carry me the whole way,” he mumbled, though his body had already surrendered to the comfort of his embrace.
“I know,” Lycaon replied, smiling down at Wise. “But I want to.”
Wise only let out a contented sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them and the quiet intimacy of the night.
As they reached the video store, Lycaon shifted him slightly to free a hand, opening the door and navigating the stairs with ease.
Wise was barely awake by the time they reached his room; his breath soft and even against his chest. He managed to open the door without waking him, carrying him inside with the same care he’d shown all along.
Gently, he laid him down on his bed, the covers already pulled back. He stirred slightly as his body met the softness of the mattress, but his eyes remained closed. Lycaon tucked the blanket around him, making sure he was warm and comfortable. For a moment, he stood there, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, a fond smile tugging at his lips.
He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face, leaning down to press a light kiss to his forehead. “Sleep well, Wise,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.
He left the room with a fond smile.
-Turtle
Head empty, just thoughts of girlfriend so here I am, writing fanfic to cope again. Motivation to write is definitely getting better at least. Although, I'm not completely happy with this tbh. Also didn't really proofread it all too well and even just skimming it I noticed a few mistakes here and there so oops.
“Ellen, please, oh God help me, be awake right now!” Belle was frantically shooting text after text to Ellen who finally responded.
<what is it?>
<do u not see the time rn???>
《I know but you need to see this!》
[Image sent, image description, a very terrible angle of Wise and Lycaon sitting on the rooftop together with Wise looking up at the stars and Lycaon seemingly looking at Wise but the angle making it hard to know whether or not that is truly the case]
<wow>
《IKR!!!》
<the blackmail material here>
<what do u want?>
《Actually wasn't thinking about it like that》
《Just wanted to gossip about it a Lil like》
《How long do you think they have been like this???》
<o in that case>
<i can tell u rn i think lycaon has been interested for at least a week>
<cause some time last week there was a day when he was too distracted by something on his phone to call me out on my phone usage>
《Omg》
《Really???》
<yeah>
《Wait》
《Was it the Tuesday of last week?》
<yeah>
<im guessing wise was also pretty distracted that day>
《Yeah, he was really looking forward to something and he used said it was something commission related》
《Should have guessed it was because of Lycaon tbh》
《The signs were there》
<k>
<great>
<lets talk more about this later>
<im going to bed>
《Nooooo!!!》
<we can make time for this when they are both busy>
《Stalking mission?》
<no>
<lycaon maybe didnt see u this time but he will next time>
《Ugh, fine, just gossip then》
<y did u even follow them actually>
《Oh, I just stumbled upon them actually.》
《Couldn't sleep so I went out for a walk》
<I c>
<anyway, im going to bed>
<night>
《Night Ellen!》
《(*＞∇＜)ﾉ》
-Turtle
Just realized I should probably be putting the break a bit under the title, shouldn't I? Oops. Maybe I should only be posting when I'm actually awake and not dying in the middle of the night lol.
On a quiet city street, the clock struck midnight. Wise, weary from a long day of work, strolled through the dimly lit avenue, his breath visible in the crisp night air. The bustling energy of the day had faded, leaving the streets nearly empty, save for the soft hum of a distant car and the occasional rustling of leaves.
As he passed by a quaint, garden shop, Wise noticed a figure standing before a bench. A figure Wise knows all too well.
Well-groomed, with gleaming white fur that looked as soft as freshly fallen snow. His tailored suit, complete with a pocket watch is recognizable to anyone who has met him even if it was only once.
“Good evening esteemed Master Proxy.” Lycaons tail twitches as a soft smile forms on his face.
“You're still up this late… Is it work keeping you awake?”
“Ah, not quite. I mean, it most certainly doesn't help but it's not the sole reason I'm still up.” Wise can't look Lycaon in the eyes in fear he will notice his quickly warming face.
It, shamefully, doesn't take Lycaon doing much to get his heart racing.
“I see, I assumed too much. You must have your reasons for doing so. But regardless,” Wise feels a hand gently caress his cheek and his brain short circuit, “Your health is important. Please make sure to rest well.”
Much to Wise's relief, he feels the clawed hand move away while Lycaon continues to speak.
“That being said, I myself haven't been living on a regular schedule… That's quite embarrassing.”
Wise stares up at Lycaon.
“I-I don't think it's embarrassing at all. As long as it doesn't become a new habit, there is nothing wrong staying up a bit later than one would normally.” Internally, Wise prays Lycaon won't mention his awkwardness, he thinks he might just jump over the railings if he had to explain his nervousness.
“Thank you for your understanding.” A look Wise can't quite place flashes on Lycaon's face before disappearing.
“Do you typically wander around at night?” Wise tilts his head in a way all too reminiscent of a puppy at the question.
“Not typically. When I can't sleep I normally just do some work on the laptop but tonight just looked so lovely, I had to go out.”
Wise stares off into the water; surface shimmering with the reflections of a thousand stars scattered across the velvety sky. The water was a deep, inky black, the moon’s silvery reflection undulating softly on the gentle waves, like a ribbon of light dancing in the darkness.
Wise moved closer to the railing and leaned against it, his hands gripping the cool metal as he took in the tranquil beauty of the scene. Beside him, Lycaon stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, his tall frame relaxed as he gazed out at the midnight horizon.
After a short, comfortable silence fell upon them, Lycaon spoke up.
“It's an honor to cross paths with you beneath such bright moonlight.”
“I should be the one feeling honored,” Wise snorts, he turns around so he's leaning his back on the rails to get a better view of Lycaon.
“You're usually pretty busy and now that you're not, here I am taking up your time.”
“Please don't think of this as you taking up my time.” Lycaon raises a hand up to his chest.
“I actually do enjoy our time together, however fleeting those moments may be.”
“Oh, you do?” Wise can't help the feeling of hope fluttering around in his chest.
“Of course. You're a very important person…” Wise blushes a little at the statement.
“...If you are free, would you accompany me somewhere?” The same look from before returns for just a second.
“The view is beautiful at night, but it takes a little effort to get there.” Lycaon's ears move ever so slightly back.
“I would love to, it's not like every night I'll get this chance.” Lycaon's ears shoot forward and he now has a pleased look plastered on his face.
“Thank you. If you'll please pardon my breach etiquette.” Lycaon steps closer.
“Huh? What do you—”
Wise yelps, not expecting to be picked up bridal style. The sudden shift brought him closer to Lycaon, his body cradled securely against his chest.
“Eh???”
He could feel the warmth of his embrace, steady and reassuring. As they moved, a gentle breeze swept across his face, brushing strands of hair away from his closed eyes.
Suddenly, the breeze stopped. Opening his eyes, Wise could see they are on a rooftop overseeing New Eridu.
“I come here whenever I can't sleep, just to feel the breeze.” Lycaon delicately places Wise down, who is reluctant to part from him.
“There is no scientific way to corroborate this, but this place makes me feel at ease. I always find it easier to sleep after coming here.”
“It's a very beautiful view…” Wise peers down onto the streets where a few people were still out despite the time.
“You should walk around to take in more of the view, that is, if you aren't afraid of heights.”
The rooftop offered a sanctuary of solitude, high above the city. Wise walked slowly, taking in the sprawling view below—a sparkle of twinkling lights. The city’s hum was distant, almost like a lullaby.
Above him, the night sky stretched infinitely, dotted with stars that seemed close enough to touch. A cool breeze swept across the rooftop, ruffling his hair and bringing with it the scent of the water just below.
As he moved, lost in the beauty of the moment, he got caught between his own feet. Stumbling, arms flailing briefly, he balanced himself before he could fall.
The snicker behind him is too loud to ignore.
“...Are you alright?” Lycaons tail moves in poorly disguised delight.
“Does it make you happy to almost see me trip?” Wise can't help but put one hand on his hip while looking at Lycaon.
“...Not in the slightest. How could it?” Lycaon's ears further put his claim into question.
“Then why was your tail wagging just now? Your ears were moving too.” Wise stands just before Lycaon in an attempt to be intimidating. A worthless attempt considering the size difference, forcing Wise to awkwardly crane his neck up while Lycaon has to look almost straight down at him.
“...You must be mistaken.” Wise can feel his embarrassment build up as the unmistakable sound of Lycaon trying not to laugh at his expense shines though despite his words.
“Alright, I'm mistaken then.” He smirks while Lycaon appears dumbfounded, certainly not expecting that answer if the sudden stop in his tail wagging is any indication.
Wise uses this moment of surprise to his advantage. He brings one hand up to boop the poor thiren's nose who couldn't react in time.
Taking a moment to register what just happened, Lycaon's tail begins to wag again.
“Did you just…”
With a shit eating grin, Wise simply says, “Ah, you must be mistaken.”
The sound of laughter rings through the rooftop in joyous delight.
“I suppose I'm mistaken as well.” Lycaon finally says when he calms down.
“I'm glad we're even now.” Wise grabs hold of one of Lycaon's hands. He pulls him towards the edge where he proceeds to sit down, clearly expecting Lycaon to do the same.
Of course, what is Lycaon to do but obey? After he collects himself from his recent giggle fit, he joins Wise sitting on the edge.
Wise only spares him a glance before he leaned back, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse above. The stars were unusually bright tonight, twinkling against the deep velvet of the sky. His lips curled into a soft smile, reflecting the quiet contentment he felt in this moment.
Beside him, Lycaon sat a little closer than usual, his attention not on the sky, but on him. He watched the way Wise's eyes flickered with light, how his hair caught the moon’s gentle glow, and how his expression softened as he stared upward, lost in his thoughts. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile as he noticed the way Wise absentmindedly toyed with the ends of his sleeves, a small, endearing habit he’d come to cherish.
He was captivated by the peacefulness that radiated from him, the way he seemed at home beneath the stars. His presence, so calm and serene, drew him in, making it impossible to look away.
As the minutes passed, Wise's head began to droop slightly, his eyelids growing heavy. He shifted closer to Lycaon resting his head on his arm.
Chuckling, Lycaon interrupts the still world they had.
“It's getting late, I should take you back.” Wise groans into his arm.
Despite Wise's unwillingness to move, it took no effort on Lycaon's part to pick him up bridal style once more. Wise nestled his head close to Lycaon's chest as he waited for Lycaon to let him go after jumping off the rooftop only for that not to happen.
“You don’t have to carry me the whole way,” he mumbled, though his body had already surrendered to the comfort of his embrace.
“I know,” Lycaon replied, smiling down at Wise. “But I want to.”
Wise only let out a contented sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them and the quiet intimacy of the night.
As they reached the video store, Lycaon shifted him slightly to free a hand, opening the door and navigating the stairs with ease.
Wise was barely awake by the time they reached his room; his breath soft and even against his chest. He managed to open the door without waking him, carrying him inside with the same care he’d shown all along.
Gently, he laid him down on his bed, the covers already pulled back. He stirred slightly as his body met the softness of the mattress, but his eyes remained closed. Lycaon tucked the blanket around him, making sure he was warm and comfortable. For a moment, he stood there, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, a fond smile tugging at his lips.
He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face, leaning down to press a light kiss to his forehead. “Sleep well, Wise,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.
He left the room with a fond smile.
-Turtle
Head empty, just thoughts of girlfriend so here I am, writing fanfic to cope again. Motivation to write is definitely getting better at least. Although, I'm not completely happy with this tbh. Also didn't really proofread it all too well and even just skimming it I noticed a few mistakes here and there so oops.
The room was dimly lit; a soft glow emirates from the laptop casting a blue light across the walls. It was quiet that night, the street outside hushed almost as if to respect the stillness of the two men locked together in bed.
The chest of the thiren rises and falls with each breath, setting a soothing medley to Wise's ears. Hands grip at the soft fur beneath him. They wander around the large mass without any thought, just mindless tracing along his broad figure.
The fur glows with a soft silver sheen, as though it was spun from moonlight and woven onto his lover's form. His fingers continued to comb absent-mindedly through the fur, touch light and tender, reveling in the simple pleasure of being close to Lycaon.
Wise closed his eyes, leaned forward, and took a deep breath, finding comfort in scent of pastries Lycaon always seemed to be bathed on before coming over to the video store: This time, it was coffee cake.
Laying his head down on his lover's chest, Wise wraps his arms around him and begins gently stroking his sides.
He says nothing when he feels a clawed hand pet his head.
What is there to say that hasn't already been said a thousand times over and will be said a thousand times more just not right now, for now, its their quiet time. The world outside is long forgotten, their duties, social obligations, and work left behind so they could live in the softness of the moment.
Eyes still closed, Wise drifted his hands up towards Lycaon's ears, scratching lightly at the base, earning a pleased rumble from Lycaon. Returning the favor, Lycaon brought Wise's neck up to face, nuzzling his neck, the warm breath making Wise shiver.
Wise planted a small kiss before sliding back down, his hands find Lycaon's tail, normally so still and controlled, swaying with content just under the covers.
Wise chuckled, his heart swelling with affection.
"I love you." Wise whispered, the words so delicate almost lost in the quiet of the room but Wise knew he heard, Lycaon always did.
He heard grumbling from his lover and although he couldn't make out the words, he didn't need to in order to understand what was said.
And so they lay there, in their little cocoon of warmth and fur, the world beyond continues to spin. Minds so full of love and hearts filled with affection as they fall asleep to the tune of the others' beat.
How they loved these unguarded moments where they didn't have to be anyone but themselves. Even if it's just for these moonlight nights.
-Turtle
Hello! Wanted to write and actually post something even if it's not on my main account because I have like, 6 stories in progress (some like, 3 years old, maybe older)and keep losing motivation to work on them. Decided why not write a cute one-shot and here I am on an alt account writing my shit. Hopefully it was good, especially since I was thinking about my girlfriend while writing this so I will weep if it wasn't lol.
Vodka(not gf, just a friend who runs my other account with me and ao3 account)doesn't know this account exists for now and he won't for like, another week or so meaning until then, I'ma be a moron without thought or consequence.
