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littlesheeneffect · 28 days

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She's My Husband (Part 6) ❤️

Miles Maitland x yn (AFAB Genderfluid)

Much of the gang was quiet the next two weeks. The solemnity of impending war and the news of horrible events wreaked everywhere. So our parties and dinners subsided quite a lot. We all tryied to blend into the framework of society a bit more, for the sake of not arousing added screwteny. Besides, expensive taste became near impossible to afford in such a short time. Nina, for instance, nearly lost her job, and at the same time, Abbie lost hers. Then came the issue with the police.

It was a dark stormy weeknight, a quarter to ten to be exact, when a rash banging came at my door. The laziness of my days left me being a bit of a nocturnal dear, so I was still up and about- thought the house was dimmed down for the evening.

Agast by a caller at such a time and the violence of the knock, I cautiously approached it. "Who is it?" I asked, a bit away from the door itself.

A whispered and muffled reply came back. Quickly recognizing the voice of Miles, I swung the door open and he quickly piled in- soaked and wearing a rain slicker.

I inquisitivly looked to & from out into the night before locking the door briskly and rushing over to Miles- who vainly attempted to pry his coat buttons off. "Oh my darling- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to intrude on your evening!" He stammered through his cold state. "No, don't be-" though he cut me off as I helped with his buttons"- It's just that something awful has happened." "What?" I worriedly asked, as I helped him pull out of the coat.

"It's, it's poor Aggie." He turned to me now without his hat and the dampness curling his hair insanely, the damp palor of his cheeks evidenly cold. A shiver raked through his body and I quickly hushed him contrary to my worried curiosity of the event, and ushered him to a seat by the fire.

After a moment of him warming up and me setting a hot cuppa tea in his hands, he began.

"Aggie was at a formal dinner somewhere downtown- one her family's been attending for many years. Other aristocratic folks attended it as well, an and well- Aggie was Aggie. She made a somesort of spectacle they said, her family was nearly shunned and shamed to hedes and back." "Oh gosh," I shook my head. "But you see, that's not the worst of it." He took a shaky breath and continued.

"Aggie past out intoxicated sometime during the evening, and she was committed to an insane assylum, for social embarrassment." "What!!!" I exclaimed in shock.

One of the awfullest of places in our time was the horrible experimental homes for the insane. Hushed rumors held of the breakthroughs mentalists made through their electrical shock treatments, hydrotherapies, expiremental drugs, and exploratory surgeries. 'Oh no!" I gasped, mostly to myself.

"Yes, and what's more is the police now, they are going to be watching everyone who was close to her." "But, why? What did we do? And Aggie, she's always been a bit difficult but she isn't crazy!" Miles sniffled and took a sip of his tea, "I don't, I don't know. They said she didn't hold anything back and was talking endlessly about us all and our escapades. Poor Aggie- she never slowed down with the rest of us. Thing is, I am worried about going home. They'll be starting at the Maitland Hall first as she kept going on about the place when she was out of it." "Oh dear," I sighed and Miles suddenly sneezed.

"Oh no, you aren't going anywhere right now Miles- you already could've caught your death from this storm. You can stay here" I told putting a blanket round his shoulders, leaving my one arm still draped round his back lightly. He grinned a misty eyed smile back at me. "I'm more than happy to have you," I smiled, suddenly becoming caught in his twinkling gaze.

"Thank you, y/n darling", he muttered, a sweet smile tugging at the corners of his eyes. The still slightly moist curls wildly kissed his forehead and danced about his ears, adding to the beauty of his countenance.

Neither of us looked away for some time, before I unintentionally stroked some of the curls back, by his left ear. The firelight glowed against our faces. "Y/n, when this settles down a bit..." his voice hesitated, as his eyes flickered about my features, "I'd like to take you to the Ritz." I smiled, "I'd like that too, Miles."

After another thirty minutes or so, of warming up and trying to relax from the terrible news, we retired for the evening. We had to share my bed as it was the only one. Though, it didn't bother either of us- we were so exhausted & fell asleep talking about how to play the piano.

...... To Be Continued ........

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sollucets · 1 year

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could you maybe write something where akk calls aye his home?

i absolutely can do that, nonny, thank u for asking! have a little bit (1.5k. of course.) of long-distance akkaye :') loosely related to the last prompt but fine to read without it

💜

“Akk, are you sleeping?”

Aye’s voice is tinny, the noises of a subway station behind him just the right side of too-loud through Akk’s phone speakers to catch his slow-moving attention. His headphones must have slipped out; he doesn’t remember it happening.

“No,” he answers, like a liar, and pushes himself upright on his dorm bed with some effort.

He’d given up on holding his head up to look at the screen part way through Aye talking about one of the other international students he works with and her hopeless crush on a Thai grad student senior of theirs that Aye is 100% sure is taken, and all of the accompanying drama. “You think P’Win has a partner already.”

“That’s the last thing you heard?” Aye asks, pouting a little on the tiny screen under his big blue scarf. His cheeks are pink. It’s really, really cute. Someone passes behind him; Akk thinks he hears the edges of a robotic voice making an announcement. “I don’t just think so, I know so, and I was telling you all the evidence.”

“Do you have a conspiracy board for this too, or am I still special?”

Aye says something extremely inappropriate for a public place in response, but he says it in Thai, so he’s probably safe. Akk still opens his mouth to scold him on principle, but he’s caught by a yawn before he can say anything, jaw cracking unpleasantly.

Aye’s expression melts from put-upon irritation to fondness so quickly it’s impressive. “You don’t have to stay up so late for me,” he says. “Don’t you have class in the morning? At nine, right?”

“Don’t remind me,” grumbles Akk with a sigh, but he swings his legs over the side of the bed, picks up his phone sans headphones, and heads into the bathroom barefoot. “It’s not really so late. And besides, you’d pout if I went to bed without calling. It’s our day.”

Their day, Thursday specifically, had been the day that worked best with both their busy schedules and the six-hour time difference for most of the first semester of their time apart. They’ve missed only once, during Akk’s midterms, and Aye had texted no less than thirty times that day, all test-taking memes and supportive emojis. Now, though, Aye’s classes combined with his new work in his university's tutoring center run into the London evening; it’s midnight in Chiang Mai.

Aye says something in response, but whatever it is is drowned out by the noise of a rush of people behind him, all probably getting off of a train.

“What?” asks Akk, propping his phone against the bathroom mirror and grabbing his toothbrush.

“If it’s really not that late, then why are you falling asleep while I’m talking, hm? Am I so boring to you?”

Akk rolls his eyes, squeezing out a little toothpaste, and says, “Maybe I just didn’t want to hear you go on and on about P’Win anymore, hm?”

As expected, Aye zeroes in on that immediately. “Aww, is my baby jealous?”

Akk sticks his toothbrush in his mouth to avoid answering and weathers the ensuing and expected storm of teasing very bravely, if he does say so himself. He lets the ease of falling into a familiar dynamic soothe the very slight sting, and he listens patiently without showing even a hint of a smile on his face at how pleased Aye looks to have ‘won’ that admission.

“And he’s almost as handsome as me,” Aye is saying, in his most annoying tone of voice, when suddenly he seems to stutter for a moment, his expression freezing in place on his face. It’s odd enough that Akk makes a questioning noise through his mouthful of toothpaste.

“Akk…” Aye starts. He looks conflicted now, mouth turning down even as he speaks. “You’re not — really, though, right?”

Akk blinks. Then spits. Then says, “No,” even though it’s not 100% true.

His face must show it, because Aye’s frown droops even further and he says, clearly enunciated, “It’s not like that. You know I’m just—”

“Teasing,” Akk interrupts, having mercy on him. “I know. Aye, no, you’re fine. I don’t actually think you’re serious, or you wouldn't have spent the last half hour explaining why P’Win is absolutely definitely taken anyway.” And you wouldn’t usually worry that I did, Akk thinks, so why?

Usually, if he thinks he’s gone too far, Aye just drapes himself over Akk like a particularly affectionate cat, no matter what he’s doing. He kisses his way back to forgiveness, he brings Akk dinner or looks over his homework or buys him stupid, cute little charms to put on his phone keychain, and Akk always lets him even and especially if he isn’t actually mad, and — he can’t do any of that, six hours and half the world away. Oh. This is that communication thing they’re supposed to be better at by now.

Aye is still staring at him with giant, horrible pleading eyes, because he doesn’t believe him, and he shouldn’t because Akk is still sort of lying.

Akk sighs. “I’m jealous of anyone who gets to see you all the time.” He can’t keep looking at Aye, his gaze drifting towards the edge of the bathroom counter. “Just a little. That’s all it is. I’m— glad you have Thai friends, actually. You seemed a bit homesick lately. I think it’s cheering you up.”

It’s silent for a little too long, and Akk finally looks up to make sure nothing’s happened to the connection and finds Aye with one hand over his mouth, eyes still huge but soft around the edges now.

“What,” he mumbles.

“My boyfriend is the sweetest,” Aye says, as he’d feared he would, all earnest and sincere and completely without the teasing edge, which makes it worse.

Akk jerks his head away again, in a motion he couldn’t control if he wanted to. He puts his toothbrush into the cup with more force than is strictly necessary. “It’s just the truth, isn’t it?”

��Phi reheated omelets on his break the other day and I thought I was gonna cry for a minute,” Aye tells him, laughing an embarrassed little laugh. “They’re not right here. They’re all undercooked and flavorless.”

“Did you get to have any?” asks Akk, imagining Aye looking (up, statistically) at this mysterious P’Win with his awful begging eyes.

“I wouldn't steal my senior’s lunch.”

Akk can’t help the little satisfied twitch of his mouth at that scandalized tone. Aye steals Akk’s lunch all the time. “Too bad. I get it a little, though. I really miss the way my mom prepares things.”

Chiang Mai is easily 14 hours of travel from his house, more if you count having to switch trains, and he’s only been back once. He dutifully calls his parents every Sunday, but they don’t really have good enough reception there for regular video calls.

Aye makes a sympathetic noise, then glances at something up and to the right of the camera. He frowns. “Baby, I have to go soon.”

“‘Kay,” answers Akk, raising a hand to cover a sudden yawn.

“Don’t worry about me too much,” Aye says, smiling at the screen all little and v-shaped. “I’m okay. I’ll go to a market and get my own ingredients and make my own omelet, and I’ll text you all the time, and I’ll call my mom twice so she can pretend I’m her favorite over you. Don’t you get too homesick either, okay?”

“Even if—“ Akk starts, hesitates, then forges on. He can say these things; he’s worked to say these things. “Even if I visit,” he tells Aye’s tiny, beloved face, miles and miles away and here in his dorm bathroom, “I’ll still be homesick until you come back. You’re my home.”

Aye stares at him, mouth open for a minute, then demands, “Pick up your phone.”

“What?”

“Just do it. Pick up your phone.”

Slowly and distrustfully, Akk takes his phone off the counter and holds it closer to his face. “Wha—“

Aye’s screen moves suddenly closer and then goes dark, the sound weird and muffled. “Hug me,” he says, just barely audible.

Akk laughs a little, breathless and pointlessly fond. What must it look like, to those people in the subway station? Alone in his own room, though, he doesn’t hesitate to pull his phone to his chest, right over his heart.

After a moment, though, he gives in to the temptation to peek and finds the screen still dark. “Aye.”

The station blurs into view again behind an Aye who looks notably pinker than before, a rush of people just like the last one passing behind again. “You’re so — I love you so much,” Aye tells him, sounding helpless, “and I miss you. It’s stupid that term break is still so far away.”

“Aye,” says Akk again, unable to stop grinning if he’d actively tried. “Don’t be late for your train.”

“They’re always late for me,” grumbles Aye, but he sighs and says, “Go to bed, okay? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you too,” Akk tells him, just before hanging up so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever new heart-squeezing thing Aye’s face is going to do at that.

Just before he actually gets into bed, quiet in the sudden silence of his empty dorm, his phone lights up with a text: "❤️❤️❤️❤️"

And far away, in a subway car in England, Aye barely represses a little noise of delight to receive “❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️” in return.

#akkayan #the eclipse #my fic tag #arbitrary milestone prompts #yes by the way that *is* absolutely between us win #who goes on exchange to the uk postseries also #(or at least. kirano has written so many fics abt it i assume it's novel canon and won't be told otherwise)#i couldn't resist #aye and win would be such a combination though can u imagine #also i did engage in a little light making fun of england here as is my right but thai omelets actually are like. cooked a Lot more #like they use a whole ton of oil it's almost pancake-like #(and! im aware it's called 'the tube' there but i'm not writing that in the internal narration of a non-english-speaker ok)#also. i gave aye my old job in this one haha. i worked in my college's tutoring center all 4 years i was there #ok. i'm stopping now enjoy these embarrassing boys

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