Some authors write so beautifully, that we would happily and eagerly read their novel length description of paint drying. Some authors are just that talented, that poetic, and we are lucky to have so many in our fandom. We had heard whispers of Revely’s writing here and there over the last few months, but hadn’t really listened. Our fic queue’s were overloaded with fic to read, fic we were in the process of reading, and fic that we’d already rec’d and forgotten to close out of. Revely has the ability to make even the most mundane daily task seem artistically brilliant, written to utter perfection. We finally took the leap, putting every other story we were reading on hold, and dove head first into today’s AU recommendation. We were smitten with this writer’s changes to the end of the series, the emotional journey the reader takes with Mulder and Scully. It’s a beautiful ride, philes, one we know you’ll enjoy.
Synopsis: A beautiful, literary story of Mulder’s return from abduction, to be reacquainted with Scully and William in a two-week journey from Oregon back to Virginia. Mulder adjusts to fatherhood & his changed relationship with Scully, while Scully muses about her prayers and personal anxieties. Together, they seek emotional and spiritual renewal.
Will held his breath as he studied the boy underneath him. He was rigid to the touch. His face seemed frozen in shock.
The blinking of his eyes was the only thing that told Will he was still alive, like yes, he could feel him breathing but he was just so still.
“Nico….? You there…..?” Will asked unsure as he hesitantly ran his fingers up and down pale skin.
Will’s voice seemed to bring Nico back to some of him senses, because Nico inhaled deeply as his eyes closed.
“How?” The dark haired boy whispered.
But it was soft. Oh so soft. Too soft.
“What…?” Will questioned as he stared down at Nico, still essentially trapping the boy beneath him.
Those wonderfully dark eyes opened and focused on Will, there was a gleam of hurt in them that Will instantly felt guilty about but where there was that gleam there was a shining of curiosity. It seemed to outweigh the hurt.
“How did you find out?” Nico asked. His voice monotonous, and oh how Will hated that tone, especially now that it was being used with him.
“Please don’t do that Nico, don’t shut down on me, I don’t think any differently of you, I mean I kinda do because that information makes you so much more awesome! But please believe me when I say I’ve liked you way before I knew. Hell, you could even say I’m falling for you, because I am, I really am Nico. Because I can definitely see myself loving you. So please….just let me explain before you decide you don’t want this. I want this, but I want it without secrets.” Will exclaimed, his eyes desperately searching Nico’s.
Nico could hear as well as see Will’s desperation as he told Nico all this. Yeah, Nico was kinda hurt when he saw the picture and the card, because his mind automatically jumped to the conclusion that Will only liked him because he was Ghost King. But hearing the little mini speech he just gave, the Italian believed him. Which was honestly such a new feeling for him. To believe someone right away, because he tended to be a very suspicious and anxious person. But with Will, he just felt like he could honestly trust him. Wholly and unconditionally.
With a sigh Nico nodded, “Okay.” He replied simply.
And with just that one word, Nico could visibly see Will relax as the tension oozed out of him, but he still remained on top of Nico, not that he was complaining or anything.
“Thank you.” Will whispered to him as he slowly got off of Nico, which Nico certainly did not pout about, but he wasn’t pouting anymore once he felt Will hug him from behind and pull him to his chest so Will was leaning on the trunk of the weeping willow, and with Nico leaning against him.
The dark haired teen felt the blond rest his chin on top of his head and felt as well as heard him sigh.
“I guess……I guess I started to get suspicious after the first couple of episodes I watched. I honestly can’t tell you why, but I did. After the first 10 episodes or so I started to notice little gestures he did that I noticed you did. Because well, I’ve always noticed you. But the more I watched the more suspicious I got. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions which is why I never questioned you full on. I may have asked round-a-bout questions but you always had a logical reason for everything so I just thought I was reading too much into all of it. Until….”
“Until the photo.”
“Until the photo.” Will agreed before he continued. “ At first it was the message. I was like, ‘how could he have possibly known that?’ But then I thought, ‘Lou must have told him.’ Which quickly brushed off any suspicion until I recognized the handwriting. Thus the card and photo…..so there you have it.”
There he had it indeed, and surprisingly he was okay with it. “I believe you.” Nico muttered as he turned around in Will’s arms a bit awkwardly to look at him. He was biting his lip nervously and twiddling his fingers as he stared back at Nico. “And….I still want this…..I still want y-you.” The Italian mumbled as a blush steadily spread across his cheeks.
The smile Will gave him was the most beautiful thing Nico had ever seen. It made his legs feel like jello, which thank god he wasn’t standing on them, and it made his heart stutter. Will cupped his face and slowly brought him in for a gentle kiss, it was more of a peck really, like a whisper of a promise of more to come. Nico couldn’t help the soft smile that graced his lips.
“But one more thing.” Nico muttered against those warm lips merely a breath away.
“What’s that?” Will whispered as he pressed another kiss to Nico’s eager lips.
“Please…..please keep this a secret. I know that might be selfish and unfair of me to ask of you. But Will, I-I-I really want this to remain a secret.” Nico pleaded as he pulled back.
Those dark eyes were filled with worry and fear, things that did not suite those wonderful eyes at all.
Those eyes that scanned his face for a reaction, one they seemed to believe would be bad. But all Will did was sigh and run a hand through Nico’s surprisingly soft locks. He knew it would be taxing to keep such a secret but it would also mean so much to Nico if he did, and really there was no competition on what to choose.
“Of course I will. I want you to be comfortable Neeks, I don’t want you to worry about anything. Okay?”
“Okay….” was his whispered reply before he felt Nico rest his head on Will’s chest and curl up into a little ball in his lap. Will happily wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and just basked in his natural coolness that was steadily getting warmer. He could certainly get used to this.
They stayed like that, enjoying each other’s company, not saying a word but content to do so until the bell rang, and maybe even a little after that. Yes, Will was a little late to his next class but as far as he was concered. It was totally worth it.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to be written, you know real life and all that annoying shit. I hope you enjoy! It might be a bit short.
Warnings: Angst, might be triggering to some people.
Another flood of tears streamed down my face and sob ripped through my throat. Dan’s arms tightened around me in comfort as he tried to calm me down. Earlier that day i had received a phone call telling me that my closest friend had died. It broke my heart.
For months i had been by her side helping her through it, i donated blood, visited her everyday and even raised money to help her. Unfortunately it didn’t work, she was gone. The thought of it caused me to cry harder.
“y/n, breathe, breathe for me sweetheart.” Dan said as he rocked slowly back and forth.
Through out the whole traumatic experience he had stayed with me. Dan supported everything i was doing in an attempt to save her. He was pretty much the only thing that was keeping me sane.
I drew in a shaky breath and released it again, the tears on my cheeks falling off my face as i did.
“w-w-hy h-her!” I sobbed as i held onto Dan’s now damp shirt.
“I don’t know y/n, it’s awful.” He sighed sadly. Dan had been pretty great friends with her before she passed which made her death even worse.
“I s-should have b-been t-there!” My voice being drown out by my cries.
Dan lifted my face to meet his and wiped the tears away. “y/n there was no way you could have now what was going to happen today. Don’t blame yourself, you did everything you could to help her. She wouldn’t want you to blame yourself for not being there with her.” Dan’s soft words soothed me lightly.
He was right but i still felt like there was more i could have done.
“But i should’ve-” Dan cut me off by pulling me closer.
“But nothing, i know it seems like there was you could have done but honestly there wasn’t. You did so much to help her. You went the extra mile to support her. Feel proud that you tried your best. It will be difficult to accept that but i am going to help you through this ok.”
I nodded and hugged him tighter. However he moved out of my grasp. Shocked, i looked up and saw Dan with a sad smile on his face but an idea was clearly swirling around his head.
He grabbed both edges of the blanket i was at on and wrapped it around my shaky body. He swiftly picked me up and brought me to the lounge. Then he sat me down and brought out some of my favourite snacks. Dan took his place next to me and turned on the t.v, finding a liked film of mine and holding me close.
“I know this won’t stop you feeling totally sad but i hope this might help.”
I cracked a small smile at his kindness. I can’t believe he was going through all this to help cheer me up.
“Thank you Dan.” Dan smiled and kissed my forehead.
“It’s ok sweetheart. Everything will be fine, just focus on happy thoughts for now.”
I nodded and settled into the blanket. Even though my heart was heavy, the feeling of having Dan here helping me was helping me get through it.
I took the plane without my parents for the first time. I went to Germany, Hamburg’s airport, to join my aunt who lives in the city of Kiel (not far from Denmark). She’s an highschool teacher, french and art. Her appartment was in front of a cemetery. She’s in couple with an older man, also ancient art teacher, his big house, ivy covered, a photo of Keith Haring naked on a wall inside… I’ve met a boy who was 14 and french fluent, he was a student of my aunt. We had the same firstname. He invited me in his house close to the sea, his mother was waitress in a restaurant on the beach. We were alone all the time, he was sporty, not me. I remember the jokes and stupid asks : ‘are you gay ?’ ‘no, i’m not’ I remember that in his room there was one sofa bed, so we slept together during the 3 days. I was on the defensive. I’ve discovered the taste of peanut butter and the TV wrestling matchs. I already liked to walk alone, feeling of sand under my feet, the submarine : ruin of the war, grey monument on the rocks. I was shy and i left his home, undisclosed desires, anger against me and him. My aunt told me few years later, that he has abandoned school.
when you’re joking and making fun of something you did in the past and your friend tries to comfort by looking on the “bright side” and how its “impressive” i achieved that. even though you said you don’t need compliments or comfort.
i really. don’t need sap. and it was just a joke too.