#blonded

Little fic about Naim and Ryan's life post leviticus ending

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/violet-undergroundd13/820707480768315393/home-pt2-naim-x-ryan-leviticus-2026?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/violet-undergroundd13/820765045020590080/home-pt-3-naim-x-ryan-leviticus-2026?source=share

After a long bus ride spent leaning on one another, they finally reached a bus station in Kempsy. The only thing Naim had on him was his phone and a couple photo-booth pictures of Ryan, the decision to run away was impulsive and left no time to pack.

They held hands while stepping off the bus into the bustling Kempsy station, Ryan offering an occasional squeeze to Naim's hand as they navigated the sea of people.

"Where do we go from here?" Naim whispered as he looked over at Ryan.

"Well, theres a cheap motel about a kilometre away that I was thinking about while I figure out what to do." Ryan said back with a faint reassuring smile.

"You know, they have search teams with dogs looking for you ‘round Bandi." Naim said quietly as he looked down at their joined hands.

"Yeah? Wonder if they've found anything." Ryan said sarcastically before continuing, "I'm sure they'll have to send some out for you too. I doubt mummy dearest would let you run off without a proper search."

"A part of me feels bad for leaving her, but also like really relieved.”

"Well, at least she got you to believe in something you can't see." Ryan offered, a small smirk grazing his lips as he looked at Naim.

"I'm sorry for what I did, Ryan." Said Naim almost sheepishly if it wasn't for the remorse that flooded his features.

The silence stretched on for a bit before Ryan shook his head with finality. "I don't care anymore, you had no way of knowing that they'd do that to us." Ryan said as he looked at the ground.

They made their way to the dingy little motel, grabbing Ryan's belongings and putting them in the room before collapsing onto the bed out of mental and physical exhaustion.

"I wish I would've gone home and packed something." Naim murmured as he stared at the ceiling.

"I mean it isn't the end of the world, I have some clothes we can share." Ryan said as he dug through his backpack.

"You know, I found out that it doesn't like fire." Naim says as he tosses his lighter to Ryan.

"Is that how that ol’ mill burnt down?" Ryan said with a small smile.

"Yeah, I was trying to get it off me."

"Did it still look like me?" Ryan said over his shoulder.

"Oh shut up, you cunt." Naim groaned as he rolled over into the pillows

Their banter lasted for a couple hours as they lounged around the cramped motel room. After grabbing some convenience store food and sinking into the bed, Ryan looked over at Naim.

"How did you know about me and Hunter?" He whispered quietly.

"I was going to your house when I saw you guys like throwing things at each other or something" The admission wasn't something he was proud of, he didn't enjoy admitting that he'd been snooping around let alone sharing it with Hunter's parents.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Ryan said with a small nod.

"I never meant to hurt you, you know." Naim said as he looked over at Ryan before continuing, "I was so scared of how I felt, how mum would've felt."

"I mean, I get it in a way." Ryan said as he looked right back into Naim's eyes. "I know that if I saw you with someone else I'd feel hurt too.”

"I just don't want you to resent me for what happened to Hunter." Naim said quietly.

"I think it doesn't just rely on feelings but also like determination.”

"What'd you mean?"

"I don't think Hunter was interested in fighting it off, at least, not like we did."

"We did fight pretty hard."

"Hopefully, we'll never have to fight again, regardless of if it's our feelings or that thing." Ryan said somewhat softly if it wasn't for the rasp in his voice.

"I hope so too." Naim said as he rested his head on Ryan's shoulderblade.

That night they slept somewhat comfortably in each others arms, making sure that both lighters had fluid in them whilst they sat on the bedside table if needed.

That morning they woke up as the warm sunlight shone through the thin motel curtains.

“She won’t stop calling.” Naim groaned, glancing at his phone that hadn’t stopped buzzing since they got on the bus in Bandi.

“Just put your phone on silent, she’ll stop calling eventually.”

Naim looked over and studied Ryan, his blonde curls sticking up in every direction as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“Your mum called at all?” Naim said somewhat quietly as he glanced at the furrow in Ryan’s brow.

“She did when I first ran away, it kinda dwindled off more as we rode on the bus until she just stopped.” Ryan said as he looked at she sheets beneath them.

“I’m sorry.”

“It really isn’t a big deal, I’m just glad to be out of that shithole.” He said with a huff.

“Yeah but it’s still your home, it’s okay to mourn it a bit.”

“Nah, I think I like the life we’re making right now.” Ryan says as he lays back down.

“We should probably look for apartments that have like fire places or something.” Naim says absentmindedly whilst staring at the ceiling.

“Did it scare you? When I went missing I mean.” Ryan said suddenly, shifting his head to look over at Naim.

“More than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you got killed by it.” Naim said as he hugged the bedding a bit tighter.

“Well, here I am.”

“Here we are.”

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/violet-undergroundd13/820707480768315393/home-pt2-naim-x-ryan-leviticus-2026?source=share