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Ronan wasn’t one for sappy holidays. If you knew him, that was obvious. His steampunk, goth vibe was enough to indicate that he wasn’t the sentimental type. Which was true, for just about everything except for one thing. And that was Adam.
As he rushed up the stairs to his and Adam’s apartment with a box of chocolate in hand, Ronan’s heart fluttered in his chest. He really wasn’t your typical romantic. His love languages were more like leaving handy gifts in places important to him and he showed affection in his own way.
The dreamer was out of breath by the time he reached their apartment. Adam was waiting inside, pouring over some textbooks and writing in a journal. The idiot was always working. Ronan smiled.
“Hey, dumbass”
Adam turned at the pet name and instantly his features lit up with delight at the sight of his boyfriend. He stood and wrapped his arms around the taller boy’s shoulders, smiling into his bicep.
The magician murmured against Ronan’s skin, “I missed you, bitch.”
A low chuckle came from the greywaren’s mouth. He kissed the top of Adam’s head, enveloping him in his arms. “I missed you too, idiot. Though I was only gone for an hour.”
A swat met Ronan’s arm as Adam returned to his work. However, Ronan grabbed his arm and turned the boy back toward himself. He had a little something for him.
“Here.”
Ronan handed Adam a box of chocolates. At the sight of the sweet candies, Adam looked up at the dreamer, his expression a mix of mirth and surprise. “Chocolates? Didn’t peg you for the type,”
Nonetheless, he took the box and set it on the table. Then he turned right back around and leaned in. Ronan gladly took the kiss, cupping his hand around Adam’s cheek, caressing it softly.
Valentine’s Day wasn’t the biggest or most important thing the two of them had going on, but it was nice to take a break from work and the stress of life and just enjoy one another. As Adam sat back down to continue his work, Ronan yet again pulled him back, a smile playing on his lips.
Adam shot him a confused look, but stood up again anyway. “Hm?”
The dreamer tugged on his love’s arm. “Quit working, your brain’s gonna blow. Come sit with meee,”
Ronan dragged out the last word in mock impatience, and Adam rolled his eyes. He agreed. “Only because you asked so nicely.” He had said, voice dripping in sarcastic pleasure.
Adam let himself be dragged over to the couch by an annoyed dreamer. Mirth danced in his eyes as Ronan threw himself on top of Adam. Together they lay on the comfy couch, legs tangled and hands entwined, lips drowning in each other and a box of chocolates left forgotten on a table.
Ronan was Adam’s favorite sin.