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💗 - Zecron, please! x

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

Emmanuel lowered the book he was reading, a history book nonetheless, hearing a soft, purr like snore from his side. He turned his head and his heart melted at the sight.

That was Volodymyr, napping peacefully with his head resting on Emmanuel's shoulder, holding onto Emmanuel's upper arm with both his hands and snoring like a chunky house cat.

Emmanuel sighed, bookmarked where he was reading, kept the book away and reached out to dim the bedside lamp. Then Emmanuel carefully lowered Volodymyr on to the soft pillows while he mumbled something dreamily about "continued support."

Emmanuel can't help but smile and gave a kiss on his forehead, his cheeks and placed a gentle, feather-light kiss on his lips. Volodymyr didn't get awaken by that, but mumbled a "Mhm. -Kay." and nestled himself into Emmanuel's chest, hiding his face in Emmanuel's shoulder.

"Bonne nuit, chérie. We'll talk in the morning." And both were off to sleep.

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send a heart and a ship for a brief snippet!

❤️ first kiss / realization

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

💛 reunion kiss / relief

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

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"Doctor, how is he?"

"Severely dehydrated. Probably from exhaustion. I recommend that we start a line and monitor his vitals through the night."

"Please do whatever you can, doctor."

He involuntarily recoiled when the nursing staff came closer and turned away, tightly grabbing whoever closest to him with both of his hands.

"Honey it's alright. Just a needle and then it's over."

"Noooo-"

"Give them your hand baby. Shhh, it's just a pinch. Think of it as a mosquito bite-"

"It might hurt-" He slurred in a fever induced haze.

"It doesn't hurt much, honey I swear. We need to get you well. So can you be a good patient for me, please?"

Dejected, he placed his hand on the bed, still turned away. The pierce of the cannula hit him like a brick wall and he shivered at the feel of liquid starting to flow into his veins. The stranger wiped his tears and gave a kiss on his cheek.

"World's bravest man, afraid of needles. You are a mystery, Volodymyr."

And the stranger tried to stand up, he could feel the familiar warmth leaving, and he weakly held on to the offered hand.

"Honey I'll let you rest. I need to talk to your people, okay?"

And gone. He was coming back to his body in parts from the delirium he was in and what he heard was this-

"Monsieur Donets, answer me."

"He is stubborn, sir."

"That is not an excuse! I told both you and Monsieur Andriy to call me when he is acting like this!"

"He caught us and swore not to call you-"

"And now he was moments away from scandal! Thank God it happened behind the cameras-"

"-not 'is fault-"

He heard himself trying to utter words. The familiar stranger was back by his side in a moment. A caress on his forehead, a kiss somewhere he can't comprehend, a soft accented whisper of "You will get better" in his ears.

"I am staying with him. He won't be leaving L'Élysée in this condition tonight."

He can hear the room erupting in protest. "Monsieur le Président, vous tomberas également malade-!"

"ASSEZ!"

The room went silent. Volodymyr hid himself further into the blankets. That wrath was hotter than whatever fever was emanating from his body.

"I am staying. Leave him be, he needs to rest."

✨️surprise snippet sunday✨️

(An alternate for whumpcember & thermometer)

It feels as though he has been set alight from the inside. He needs to climb out of his skin, to get away from the terrible heat inside him as it scorches through his veins - but he cannot move. It's too hot to breathe, his lungs constricting, every breath a fraction too shallow. He lies there, trembling beneath a thin blanket - too weak to push it away or gather it closer, as without warning, the heat gives way to cold. He shivers, an involuntary reaction, even as sweat trickles down his back.

There are snippets, brief snatches of conversation that Volodymyr grasps loosely before they drift away again.

“...fever..won't break-”

“Sweetheart? Can you–”

“...temperature- fetch a doctor..”

“....for me? Please..”

The bed dips beneath a new weight; the odd sensation of being moved by an unseen person, however gently. His muscles ache horribly, a low whimper all he can manage in response as someone cradles his head - the tiny, light touch far too much; it feels like a vice against his pounding skull. There's a sharp spike of nausea as he is maneuvered to sit, his back resting against a broad chest. His head lolls back, finds the stranger's shoulder and rests there, breathing harshly.

“Well done. Sssh now.”

The voice is low, hums through him somehow, into his bones. A faintly recalled sense of comfort at the voice trails around the edges of his muddy thoughts before it drifts away again. Someone pushes back his damp hair from his forehead, presses a cold cloth there instead, providing a snatched glimmer of relief.

Briefly, Vova's eyes flicker open; everything blurred, the dim light of the room slamming into his retina as though it were a fluorescent flare. There are distant figures around him, their faces smudged past any recognition his fevered brain could manage. His eyes slide shut again, back to the dark. It's too much, he doesn't have the strength, all he can feel is the dull ache of his body, the raging fire beneath his skin.

“Please-”

A different voice, softer, familiar in a different way- a hand on his cheek that feels like a weight. He can't turn away from it, can't voice anything, can't feel anything other than this pressing, driving fever that is burning him dry.

“..take..temperature-”

His eyelids are too heavy, his sense of awareness flickering, threatening to fade back into the darkness; to let the voices carry on without him, to fold into whoever holds him, to let go of this tenuous grasp on consciousness. Everything is so much effort, energy he does not have. Beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, his back - the thin t-shirt stuck to his skin. He can feel something nudging at his lips; then, blindly, he feels the thermometer rest against his tongue - a brief flash of cold before the fever consumes that too.

"There we go. There we are. Ssssh. Well done.”

That other, gruff voice this time, a hand running through his damp hair, lifting it away from his scalp, an arm across his chest keeping him steady. The cloth on his forehead vanishes - is replaced in seconds, cooler again even if only for a moment. He tries to open his eyes, the world suddenly overtaken by a soft beeping sound.

"Thirty-nine…-”

The number is meaningless against the fire that has swallowed him whole. He needs it to stop. He can't breathe - it's too hot. Volodymyr tries to inhale, his mouth strange, desert-dry, but coughs feebly instead - the movement wracking his whole body.  The press of his bones against his skin, the inside of his skull, it is as though they are about to ignite. The hand in his hair moves to rub delicately against his back.

"Can he...water..”

"..try maybe..”

Something else against his cracked, dry lips, tipped up as his mouth opens almost involuntarily, a hand cradling the back of his head, a shift in pressure. Then; water, cold, entirely blissful - it trickles slowly into his mouth; swallowing is a new sort of agony, but this one he can bear, the strange dryness of his mouth eclipsed, that one discomfort gone. He drinks as much as he can tolerate until eventually, even swallowing is too much. He whimpers softly - the cup is taken away, the low, steady feeling of a hand in his hair again, of being cradled.

“...better? We should fetch..”

“...sweetheart?”

The conversations around him, the participants with their blurred faces become ever more indistinct as he is pulled away from them until eventually, their voices give way to silence, his body, his whole self sinking down beneath the fire.

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Public use of glasses! 😍

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Emmanuel and Volodymyr // Red, White and Royal Blue

"You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. I can’t believe how lucky I am to even witness it—to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate." - Chapter 11

For @harrietwritesstuff, @the-jam-to-the-unicorn, @is-this-working, @nembionrose @my-whortleberry-friend and so many others.

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I swear trying to write smut feels like:

His hands were hands and then the fingers were in the hand and the hand was with the fingers and the fingers had the hand in the other hand then the fingers dragged to the hand with the fingers and it was hot

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Ze: *speaking French*

A certain someone:

:)

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"Hey, my wife and I saw you across the bar and we really dig your vibe. Can we buy you a drink?"

The coolest couple in the world 😎😎

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Did somebody say.....

Slay? 😎😌

😍🔥🔥🔥

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Ex-fucking-actly! ❤😌

Loving the collared shirt

(Great to hide hickeys, too 😉)

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In the end, he chooses not to. Volodymyr opens his eyes; finds Emmanuel before him, smiling.

"Bonjour, mon soleil!" Emmanuel happily reaches his hands out and holds Volodymyr's own on his, like holding something delicate, fragile and has astronomical value.

They move together into the shadows, away from the blazing sun, but Volodymyr still sees, feels it: in Emmanuel's sparkly blue eyes, which has lost all their icy hardness, in his warm embrace.

Volodymyr remembers: there is always light at the end of the darkness. Be it the actual sun or Emmanuel's radiant smile, he is going to savour it, while it lasts.

🫶🫶🫶

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Funny you said this, because this is from Chapter 02 "Tere Naina":

he is petting the dogs🥺💞

@harrietwritesstuff you should write this 👉🏻👈🏻

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"Stay with me, please?" Volodymyr asks, when they were going towards the press conference that day.

"I'm right here, don't worry." Emmanuel replies.

In the early morning, at the warmth of L'Élysée, at the warmth of his embrace, Volodymyr asks the same question again.

"Shhh, go to sleep honey, I'm staying." Is the reply.

Munching hungrily on a pain au chocolat, the first real meal (excluding numerous coffee cups) after that meeting in the White House, Volodymyr just mumbles, "Stay."

Emmanuel kneels in front of him, wipes off crumbs of pastry with a paper towel and softly whispers "As long as you want me to."

“Stay with me - please?”

Emmanuel waits for a reply.

Vova rubs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes briefly, his breath slow. For a moment, the thought lingers with him, the slow, thudding pain in his head eclipsing everything else.

To stay, just here - in the peace and quiet. He could sleep for longer than an hour - until his bones no longer ache, until the tight hooks of panic in his chest loosen enough to draw breath.

But he can't. Can't allow himself that peace. Not yet.

Some other time, maybe.

One day.

"I have to go. I'm sorry-” 

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17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing? 💜

Honestly, writing every one of my fics has made me so proud because, I was never good at creative writing in school but now I am writing stories with word count over 20,000!

But what I am most proud of writing is the smut scene in Tere Naina - Chapter 03. Angst and fluff fits right in my alley but smut was not. Maybe it's a cultural taboo where I grew up to not mention anything about intercourse. But I wrote it and it felt so good! ❤😌

Thank you for your question.

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So, there's a good chance where he is actually aware of "Tere Naina"? I am going to go hide. 🤭😂

My god 😭😂

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"Their eyes met across the table. The President's beautiful, kind, inviting baby blue eyes reflected Volodymyr of a new hope while the candidate's eyes, as brown as freshly turned up Earth which is full of nutrition and all the other conditions for a plant to be grown into a tree someday, reflected Emmanuel of a new beginning."

You can read my new Ze/Manu Political RPF on ao3. As always, Kudos and comments are appreciated. 🇫🇷💛🇺🇦