Nebtho: OTP Challenge Days 16-20
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mindcrackloveI promise I'm finishing these, just a million things I'm supposed to be doing and gay love stories kinda gets pushed to the bottom.
P.s. I messed up my counting when I was writing these so both 18 and 19 have the same prompt. To compensate I combined 19's actual prompt with 20.
~morning ritual~
Waking Etho up before noon was near impossible and even once the sun was shining in the window with a near blinding intensity it still took a great deal co-hearsing to wake the sleeping ninja.
Technically, rousing Etho was done quickest by triggering his reflexes as a battle hardened warrior. However this had led to a few rather painful bruises as a barely half-awake Nebris found himself pinned to the floor before Etho had opened his eyes.
Needless to say, Nebris didn't make the same mistake twice. He learned to start with gentle kisses and quietly murmuring his name, patiently stroking pale cheeks, waiting for thick eyelashes to part, showing bleary mismatch eyes.
Etho was nearly absolutely useless in his half-awaken state, a blubbering mess of long limbs and half-coherent thoughts, mumbling in a groggy voice about headaches as he dragged himself out of bed.
For obvious reasons, Nebris was in charge of making breakfast. Etho would return the favor and properly thank him later but it was all he could do in the morning to seat himself at their small dining room table and accept the food placed in front of him.
~
When night fell, the switch in roles was tangible. For Etho, nighttime came with a burst of energy and while Nebris could pull all-nighters when he needed, he couldn't quite match Etho who could go without sleep for a week if you kept him busy enough.
So, Etho would prepare dinner and tuck Nebris into bed, repeating half-hearted promises to go to sleep in just a minute, there was always just one more thing he needed to do.
Half an hour later, Nebris would come out of the bedroom, pick Etho up, and carry him to bed, refusing any and all explanations and excuses.
It was always in discussion which of the pair had a stronger will, but for the case of bedtime, even the iron will of the ninja had to defer and go to sleep when Nebris had him pinned to the bed with no intention of releasing him until he had fallen asleep.
~spooning~
The sun had long since set when Nebris dragged Etho to bed, wrapping his arms around the ninja's lanky body and drawing Etho tight to his chest. Etho would complain about the work he still needed to do but he didn't really mind the warm body against his back or the feeling of Nebris nuzzling his neck, each breath buffeting the tiny hairs on the base of his neck.
Sometime in the middle of the night Etho would wake up, cold. With only the soft glow of moonlight shining in through the window he could made out Nebris' form, cocooned in blankets and snoring lightly. Etho would grumble half-heartedly about the thief but after taking back his share of the blankets he wrapped himself around Nebris.
Pressing their bodies flush, relishing the skin on skin contact, he would bury his face in Nebris' short hair, soaking in his warmth and his smell until it lulled him back to sleep.
In the early hours of morning, the soft blue glow of moonlight replaced with the bright heat of the sun, Etho was at his clingiest. On weekends with nothing better to do, Nebris didn't mind in the slightest. He would lean into the embrace, basking in the sunlight, legs tangled under blankets that were rapidly getting too warm but he was too lazy to move just yet. On days when he had time to wait for Etho to wake up of his own accord he was greeted with feather light kisses on the back of his neck and indecipherable shapes traced on his hipbones.
Every other day of the week, it was a struggle to disentangle himself because even if Etho could record videos at four a.m. Nebris had a job and he couldn't justify being late because his boyfriend could put up quite the struggle when it came to sleep.
~doing something together~
It was the little things that kept Nebris sane. If he focused on the details he could forget that Etho had never once confirmed his affection. Soft kisses and gentle smiles only proved so much. If he stepped back and tried to come to terms with their excuse of a relationship, he knew he would crumble.
So he didn't. He focused on Etho's mouth beneath the mask, the tiny quick in the fabric that he knew was the only sign of the smirk gracing the pale face, a smirk which grew into a grin when purple met black and red.
He focused on the dork Etho became when the calculated calm of his ninja guise fell away. On grins that stretched across his entire face and laughter that vibrated through his entire body, eyes crinkling and sparkling.
Nebris forced himself to forget the sting of loneliness when Etho went caving with Team Canada, in favor of remembering the possessive way long arms drew him closer when others were around. The dark red marks that bloomed on his collar bone, a physical reminder of them as a pair. Us, Nebris would tell himself.
He smiled away the fear that Etho would just walk out and not return, he had never promised otherwise. Instead, he focused on the rise and fall of Etho's chest when they were tangled together in the afterglow, calmed his fear with the way their breathing synced. He thought only about the way they fit together, nestled in each other's space.
Their entire relationship was unstable; built on tension and lust, competitions, teasing, and taunting, heated kisses.
Nebris knew this as he laced his fingers with the thin ones of the nearly asleep man acting as his pillow. Knew this as he let his free hand card through platinum blonde locks.
He knew, he understood the futility of it all, but he chose, instead of walking away, to ignore it all and lean up and kiss his own mark onto Etho's pale chest.
He wouldn't lose Etho, his pride wouldn't let him.
And neither would his heart.
~doing something together 2~
Etho's name was in the death games.
Maybe it was cheating if they slept in the same bed, but Nebris hadn't allowed something as trivial as fairness to stop him before. So he donned the golden armor and blue cap, exchanged his sword and bow, and crept quietly to where Etho was working diligently on his tree house. He was, as per usual, only wearing diamond boots. It was a testament to his skill on most days, but today it would only make Nebris' job so much easier.
The cheater grinned when the first arrow struck with a ping. He fired two more off in quick succession, the first piercing Etho's in chest as he turned and the next whizzing by his head, missing by the slimmest margin.
He lunged as Etho drew sword, slicing quickly at his shoulder and again at his thigh. Etho's diamond blade screeched loudly against his own, blocking the blow to his leg. They crossed swords, metal on metal, a resounding clang echoing in the air. Nebris took a glancing strike to his ribs and Etho, a lucky shot to his stomach. Nebris feinted right, then swung wide, his blade embedding deep in Etho's side.
Nebris smirked at the body dissolving into dust then walked to their bed to wait for Etho to respawn. The ninja did so with much too smug a grin for the situation at hand, but Nebris was too caught up in his victory to question it.
"Well that took you longer than expected." Nebris' mouth dropped open, a question spilling, half-formed, from his lips, but Etho was already out the door, on his way to locate a diamond as payment.
Nebris had recovered his smirk by the time Etho returned, previous statement pushed to the back of his mind, but he didn't expect to see Etho fall to one knee, mask pushed down to show the smile lighting up his entire face.
A tiny chest was produced from inside his vest, "Is this diamond enough for you?" Slim fingers opened the lid, revealing a black band inset with a comically blue diamond surrounded by smaller purple gems. "Nebris, will you marry me?"
A million thoughts spiraled through Nebris' head. His yes lost in the confusion and battle hyped nerves. His heart, which had just begun to slow after his exertions, was beating out of his chest.
His mind was lost to the joy but his body understood and without responding he lifted Etho off the ground and pulled him into a kiss. Amidst the sensations he felt the cold metal slipping onto his finger and he pulled away just enough to gaze at Etho.
"How long has your name been in the Death Games?"
"Only a few days." The ninja's response fanned warm air against Nebris' lips. The cheater's smile faded into a frown, a thought suddenly crossing his mind.
"Did you lose on purpose?" Etho arms immediately wrapped him in a hug, drawing him close, and just when Nebris thought he wasn't going to get an answer he heard Etho whisper.
"It's not losing if get you."
Because even in defeat, Etho always won.
And maybe, this time, Nebris was okay with that.
(so maybe he was more than okay with it, but no one needs to know that)
~formal wear and dancing~
The ballroom was stifling, not in the sense that it was too warm, but more like Nebris thought the shallow conversations around him would suffocate him, if the subpar beverages didn't kill him first. He sat and watched from his seat at table, glaring half-heartedly at the giggling dancers and trying his best to look unsociable as to the avoid drunks and near drunks. (Across the room he could pick out both Anders and Pause getting a bit handsy, a line of empty shot glasses sitting forgotten on the table).
A white suit stepped into his line of sight, blocking the light from the overhead chandeliers.
"May I have this dance?" A hand was held out to him and looking up, Nebris' gaze swept over the form of the handsome stranger, resting on nearly black eyes. The song was shifting, the violin and piano picking up the three step rhythm of a waltz. "You're not afraid, are you?" The taunt was accompanied by slight smirk, a single teasing eyebrow raised.
Not that he would tell anyone, but Nebris had a soft spot for classical music, waltzes in particular. He had taken a few dance classes and he wouldn't call himself an expert--who was he kidding, he totally would--but he knew enough to put this guy in his place.
Nebris took the proffered hand and allowed himself to be led into the midst of swirling dancers, but not before matching the platinum haired stranger's smirk with one of his own.
(I'd like to think that Etho immediately lead the pair, making Nebris the girl before he had even realized what happened, but that they kept switching, a subtle continuing battle to be in control. I would also like to think that Nebris wins when he spins Etho into a dip and kisses him. Etho would probably call it cheating but ;D )
To midnight, think of this a gift in return for all your lovely nebtho
P.s. I messed up my counting when I was writing these so both 18 and 19 have the same prompt. To compensate I combined 19's actual prompt with 20.
~morning ritual~
Waking Etho up before noon was near impossible and even once the sun was shining in the window with a near blinding intensity it still took a great deal co-hearsing to wake the sleeping ninja.
Technically, rousing Etho was done quickest by triggering his reflexes as a battle hardened warrior. However this had led to a few rather painful bruises as a barely half-awake Nebris found himself pinned to the floor before Etho had opened his eyes.
Needless to say, Nebris didn't make the same mistake twice. He learned to start with gentle kisses and quietly murmuring his name, patiently stroking pale cheeks, waiting for thick eyelashes to part, showing bleary mismatch eyes.
Etho was nearly absolutely useless in his half-awaken state, a blubbering mess of long limbs and half-coherent thoughts, mumbling in a groggy voice about headaches as he dragged himself out of bed.
For obvious reasons, Nebris was in charge of making breakfast. Etho would return the favor and properly thank him later but it was all he could do in the morning to seat himself at their small dining room table and accept the food placed in front of him.
~
When night fell, the switch in roles was tangible. For Etho, nighttime came with a burst of energy and while Nebris could pull all-nighters when he needed, he couldn't quite match Etho who could go without sleep for a week if you kept him busy enough.
So, Etho would prepare dinner and tuck Nebris into bed, repeating half-hearted promises to go to sleep in just a minute, there was always just one more thing he needed to do.
Half an hour later, Nebris would come out of the bedroom, pick Etho up, and carry him to bed, refusing any and all explanations and excuses.
It was always in discussion which of the pair had a stronger will, but for the case of bedtime, even the iron will of the ninja had to defer and go to sleep when Nebris had him pinned to the bed with no intention of releasing him until he had fallen asleep.
~spooning~
The sun had long since set when Nebris dragged Etho to bed, wrapping his arms around the ninja's lanky body and drawing Etho tight to his chest. Etho would complain about the work he still needed to do but he didn't really mind the warm body against his back or the feeling of Nebris nuzzling his neck, each breath buffeting the tiny hairs on the base of his neck.
Sometime in the middle of the night Etho would wake up, cold. With only the soft glow of moonlight shining in through the window he could made out Nebris' form, cocooned in blankets and snoring lightly. Etho would grumble half-heartedly about the thief but after taking back his share of the blankets he wrapped himself around Nebris.
Pressing their bodies flush, relishing the skin on skin contact, he would bury his face in Nebris' short hair, soaking in his warmth and his smell until it lulled him back to sleep.
In the early hours of morning, the soft blue glow of moonlight replaced with the bright heat of the sun, Etho was at his clingiest. On weekends with nothing better to do, Nebris didn't mind in the slightest. He would lean into the embrace, basking in the sunlight, legs tangled under blankets that were rapidly getting too warm but he was too lazy to move just yet. On days when he had time to wait for Etho to wake up of his own accord he was greeted with feather light kisses on the back of his neck and indecipherable shapes traced on his hipbones.
Every other day of the week, it was a struggle to disentangle himself because even if Etho could record videos at four a.m. Nebris had a job and he couldn't justify being late because his boyfriend could put up quite the struggle when it came to sleep.
~doing something together~
It was the little things that kept Nebris sane. If he focused on the details he could forget that Etho had never once confirmed his affection. Soft kisses and gentle smiles only proved so much. If he stepped back and tried to come to terms with their excuse of a relationship, he knew he would crumble.
So he didn't. He focused on Etho's mouth beneath the mask, the tiny quick in the fabric that he knew was the only sign of the smirk gracing the pale face, a smirk which grew into a grin when purple met black and red.
He focused on the dork Etho became when the calculated calm of his ninja guise fell away. On grins that stretched across his entire face and laughter that vibrated through his entire body, eyes crinkling and sparkling.
Nebris forced himself to forget the sting of loneliness when Etho went caving with Team Canada, in favor of remembering the possessive way long arms drew him closer when others were around. The dark red marks that bloomed on his collar bone, a physical reminder of them as a pair. Us, Nebris would tell himself.
He smiled away the fear that Etho would just walk out and not return, he had never promised otherwise. Instead, he focused on the rise and fall of Etho's chest when they were tangled together in the afterglow, calmed his fear with the way their breathing synced. He thought only about the way they fit together, nestled in each other's space.
Their entire relationship was unstable; built on tension and lust, competitions, teasing, and taunting, heated kisses.
Nebris knew this as he laced his fingers with the thin ones of the nearly asleep man acting as his pillow. Knew this as he let his free hand card through platinum blonde locks.
He knew, he understood the futility of it all, but he chose, instead of walking away, to ignore it all and lean up and kiss his own mark onto Etho's pale chest.
He wouldn't lose Etho, his pride wouldn't let him.
And neither would his heart.
~doing something together 2~
Etho's name was in the death games.
Maybe it was cheating if they slept in the same bed, but Nebris hadn't allowed something as trivial as fairness to stop him before. So he donned the golden armor and blue cap, exchanged his sword and bow, and crept quietly to where Etho was working diligently on his tree house. He was, as per usual, only wearing diamond boots. It was a testament to his skill on most days, but today it would only make Nebris' job so much easier.
The cheater grinned when the first arrow struck with a ping. He fired two more off in quick succession, the first piercing Etho's in chest as he turned and the next whizzing by his head, missing by the slimmest margin.
He lunged as Etho drew sword, slicing quickly at his shoulder and again at his thigh. Etho's diamond blade screeched loudly against his own, blocking the blow to his leg. They crossed swords, metal on metal, a resounding clang echoing in the air. Nebris took a glancing strike to his ribs and Etho, a lucky shot to his stomach. Nebris feinted right, then swung wide, his blade embedding deep in Etho's side.
Nebris smirked at the body dissolving into dust then walked to their bed to wait for Etho to respawn. The ninja did so with much too smug a grin for the situation at hand, but Nebris was too caught up in his victory to question it.
"Well that took you longer than expected." Nebris' mouth dropped open, a question spilling, half-formed, from his lips, but Etho was already out the door, on his way to locate a diamond as payment.
Nebris had recovered his smirk by the time Etho returned, previous statement pushed to the back of his mind, but he didn't expect to see Etho fall to one knee, mask pushed down to show the smile lighting up his entire face.
A tiny chest was produced from inside his vest, "Is this diamond enough for you?" Slim fingers opened the lid, revealing a black band inset with a comically blue diamond surrounded by smaller purple gems. "Nebris, will you marry me?"
A million thoughts spiraled through Nebris' head. His yes lost in the confusion and battle hyped nerves. His heart, which had just begun to slow after his exertions, was beating out of his chest.
His mind was lost to the joy but his body understood and without responding he lifted Etho off the ground and pulled him into a kiss. Amidst the sensations he felt the cold metal slipping onto his finger and he pulled away just enough to gaze at Etho.
"How long has your name been in the Death Games?"
"Only a few days." The ninja's response fanned warm air against Nebris' lips. The cheater's smile faded into a frown, a thought suddenly crossing his mind.
"Did you lose on purpose?" Etho arms immediately wrapped him in a hug, drawing him close, and just when Nebris thought he wasn't going to get an answer he heard Etho whisper.
"It's not losing if get you."
Because even in defeat, Etho always won.
And maybe, this time, Nebris was okay with that.
(so maybe he was more than okay with it, but no one needs to know that)
~formal wear and dancing~
The ballroom was stifling, not in the sense that it was too warm, but more like Nebris thought the shallow conversations around him would suffocate him, if the subpar beverages didn't kill him first. He sat and watched from his seat at table, glaring half-heartedly at the giggling dancers and trying his best to look unsociable as to the avoid drunks and near drunks. (Across the room he could pick out both Anders and Pause getting a bit handsy, a line of empty shot glasses sitting forgotten on the table).
A white suit stepped into his line of sight, blocking the light from the overhead chandeliers.
"May I have this dance?" A hand was held out to him and looking up, Nebris' gaze swept over the form of the handsome stranger, resting on nearly black eyes. The song was shifting, the violin and piano picking up the three step rhythm of a waltz. "You're not afraid, are you?" The taunt was accompanied by slight smirk, a single teasing eyebrow raised.
Not that he would tell anyone, but Nebris had a soft spot for classical music, waltzes in particular. He had taken a few dance classes and he wouldn't call himself an expert--who was he kidding, he totally would--but he knew enough to put this guy in his place.
Nebris took the proffered hand and allowed himself to be led into the midst of swirling dancers, but not before matching the platinum haired stranger's smirk with one of his own.
(I'd like to think that Etho immediately lead the pair, making Nebris the girl before he had even realized what happened, but that they kept switching, a subtle continuing battle to be in control. I would also like to think that Nebris wins when he spins Etho into a dip and kisses him. Etho would probably call it cheating but ;D )
To midnight, think of this a gift in return for all your lovely nebtho
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Date: Sunday, January 25th, 2015 07:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, January 25th, 2015 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, January 25th, 2015 10:16 pm (UTC)This. This is so good!
This is how good this is (even though me going insane isn't that different than normal :P):
[1/25/15, 3:07:53 PM] Clash, the phoenix: Clash, the phoenix just died
[1/25/15, 3:08:29 PM] Clash, the phoenix: Clash, the phoenix had a hard time finishing what he was reading because he skipped ahead slightly and went insane for a minute or four
[1/25/15, 3:09:03 PM] Clash, the phoenix: Clash, the phoenix is still going insane
[1/25/15, 3:09:36 PM] Clash, the phoenix: Clash, the phoenix is glad no one else is around to question him smiling and giggling like an idiot
I love all of the Nebtho, and these are no exception. I is looking forward to reading more (and maybe re-reading all 20 >.>)