ekkoscakeo

[ekkoscakeo]

Gentle Touches

• Ekko and s/o's first time with s/o not being familiar with intimacy (fluff) (slightly suggestive)

[a/n]: inspired by the song "nothing's gonna hurt you baby" by cigarettes after sex

It was their first night alone together. They had been dating for months, their bond growing stronger, but this… this felt different.

The air between them was thick with anticipation, but there was something else too a lingering uncertainty.

Ekko could feel it.

He sat beside you shirtless, watching as you fidgeted with your hands, unable to meet his gaze. He knew you were nervous. He could read it in the way your shoulders were slightly hunched, the way your eyes darted around, never quite settling on him.

He understood and couldn’t blame you, knowing how you were raised with little to no affection in the darkest corners of Zaun before joining the Firelights. He knew this was all new to you

“You don’t have to be nervous, okay?” Ekko spoke softly, his voice low and soothing, as if trying to anchor you in the present moment.

You didn’t look at him at first. The words hung in the air, and you bit your lip before speaking. “It’s just… I’ve never really… done this before,” you murmured, the vulnerability in your voice making his heart ache. “I’ve never been with anyone like this.”

Ekko could feel the weight of your words, the unspoken fears hidden behind them. He moved closer, but not too fast,never too fast. He needed you to feel comfortable, to know that there was no pressure here.

He smiled gently, his thumb brushing against your hand. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to know everything about this. We’ll take it slow, together. No expectations, just us figuring it out.”

His hand brushed the side of your face, lifting your gaze to meet his. You felt the warmth of his touch, steady and calm. “We can stop at any moment. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. This is about us being here, with each other.”

His words sank into you. You trusted him, perhaps more than anyone else. And right now, his sincerity, his patience was everything you needed.

The room felt quieter as he further closed the distance between you two, his body language never forcing anything. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours, and the touch was so soft, so tender, you thought you might melt. “I’m here. Every step of the way. Whenever you feel ready.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, just to breathe. His presence felt like heaven. You slowly opened your eyes again, meeting his gaze.

And there was something different now. Something calmer. A quiet understanding.

Slowly, you raised your hand, unsure, but you felt the urge. You touched his bare chest. His heart was steady beneath your palm, his breath slow and deep. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back. Instead, he let you feel the warmth of his chest, his body. He let you settle into the space between you, comfortable and without pressure.

You didn’t have to say anything. Neither of you did. There was a deep, silent communication in the way your hands lingered on each other, in the soft way Ekko traced his thumb over your knuckles. Every touch, every breath, was an affirmation of trust.

Ekko placed a hand gently on your cheek, the gesture so intimate in its simplicity. “I’ll be here for you, okay?” His voice was a soft whisper.

And when he kissed you just once, slow and careful. It wasn’t the heat of passion that took over. It was the tenderness, the deep care that flowed between you both. He wasn’t trying to rush, wasn’t trying to prove anything. He just wanted to be with you, in this moment.

You kissed him back, slow and unsure at first, but then the uncertainty melted away. With every soft press of your lips to his, the walls you had built around yourself began to crumble slowly and gently like the calm after a storm.

His hands moved to your waist, slowly tugging your shirt but again, it wasn’t rushed.

“Do you feel okay?” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah… I do. I feel safe.”

He smiled, his eyes warm with affection. “Good. And you know… if at any point you don’t feel okay, just tell me and we'll stop.”

Your hand found his, and you held it tightly while nodding in agreement.

The air around you felt warmer now, softer. unfolding this slow, gentle intimacy.

As the night surrounded you both, the soft rhythm of each other’s heavy breathing was all you could hear.There was no rush, no pressure, just a silent understanding between you two, deepening with passion each passing moment.

[ekkoscakeo]

"Our Final Song"

[a/n] : listen to ma meilleure ennemie while reading this to cry more ;')

The soft hum of "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" filled the small room, looping endlessly, weaving itself into the fabric of the night. It was their song, the one that had accidentally played the night they first danced, awkward and laughing, under flickering string lights. Now, it played again not as a backdrop to laughter, but as a companion to a goodbye they both knew was coming.

Ekko sat cross legged on the floor, his Z-Drive dismantled beside him. He didn’t need it tonight. Tonight was for her. She leaned against the far wall, her silhouette bathed in the dim light of the desk lamp. She looked fragile, as though the slightest gust of wind could carry her away. But her smile, soft and knowing, was as solid as it had always been.

“It’s a weird song to love, don’t you think?” she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was quiet but steady, as if she hadn’t just been crying moments ago.

Ekko glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s weird because you love it, and you’re weird.”

She laughed soft, barely there, but still enough to make his heart twist. “Says the guy who rewinds time for fun.”

He leaned back on his hands, tilting his head as he watched her. “You’re not gonna let me win this one, are you?”

“Never,” she teased. Then, more gently, “That’s what made us work, though. You challenge everything, and I challenge you.”

He turned his gaze to the Z-Drive. It lay lifeless now, the device that had once given him endless chances. But tonight, there was no rewinding. No second try. This was their moment, fleeting and final, and he wouldn’t waste it.

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The song played on, its melancholic melody carrying them through their memories.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Ekko smirked. “You mean when you tried to spray-paint over my work?”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her amusement. “It was awful. A galaxy? Really?”

“It was art, thank you very much,” he shot back, feigning offense. “And if I remember correctly, someone decided to fix it by painting stars that looked like fried eggs.”

“They were stars,” she argued, laughing now. “But sure, let’s go with fried eggs.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I let you win that argument, too.”

She softened, her gaze meeting his. “No, Ekko. You didn’t let me win. You let me stay. That’s different.”

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The song looped again, filling the spaces between words, carrying them to the quieter, heavier memories.

“Do you regret it?” she asked after a long silence. Her voice was small, almost afraid.

He looked at her sharply. “Regret what?”

“Us. This. Loving me.”

His heart twisted. He stood, crossing the room to sit beside her. “Never,” he said firmly. “Not for a second.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder, and for a moment, they sat like that, the song wrapping around them like a fragile cocoon.

“I regret the fights,” she murmured. “The times I pushed you too hard. The times I didn’t say what I really felt.”

“You pushed me because you believed in me,” he said softly. “And that’s what I’ll remember. Not the fights. Not the regrets. Just... you.”

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The night wore on, their voices growing softer, their silences longer. The weight of the inevitable hung heavy between them, but neither dared to say it aloud. Not yet.

As the final notes of the song played for the hundredth time, she reached for his hand. Her fingers, once so steady, trembled against his. “Ekko,” she whispered, “promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t stop living when I’m gone.”

His throat tightened, and he couldn’t speak. She turned to look at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears but full of determination. “You have so much left to do. So much left to give. Don’t let this, don’t let me be the end of you.”

He swallowed hard, nodding. “I promise,” he choked out.

She smiled, leaning her head against his chest as the song began to play again. “Good,” she whispered.

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When the last notes of the song finally faded, so did she. Her warmth, her weight, her presence all of it slipped away like a fading dream.

Ekko sat there, the silence pressing in around him, his arms empty but his heart full of the love they had shared. The room felt colder, but he didn’t move. He let the quiet settle, let the memory of her linger a little longer.

His gaze drifted to the Z-Drive lying beside him, its cracked surface catching the faint glow of dawn breaking through the window. Gently, almost reverently, he picked it up, his fingers brushing over the fractured casing.

“One rewind,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Just one.”

He pressed the button, the device sputtering weakly before flickering out completely. It was useless, broken when he needed it most. Time, it seemed, had made its choice.

Ekko clenched the Z-Drive tightly, his knuckles whitening as tears streaked silently down his face. “Why?” he rasped into the empty room. “Why give me this power if I can’t save her?”

The question hung in the air, unanswered.

And yet, deep down, he knew. She wouldn’t have wanted him to rewrite this to steal away the love and the pain that made their final night together real. As much as it hurt, it was theirs. Untouchable. Unchangeable.

The song looped faintly in his mind, the melody carved into his soul. He sat there, the dawn spilling light across the room, his heart breaking but alive with the echoes of her.

“Thank you for loving me,” he whispered again, the Z-Drive slipping from his grasp and clattering softly to the floor.

It wasn’t the ending he wanted, but it was theirs. And in all its beauty and pain, that would have to be enough.

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