#gureferi

subtle, an imperceptible shift of his wrist, ferid splays his palm along the flare of his hips, fingertips below the curve of his stomach, apprehensive, and uneasy, and he flits the carmine of his gaze towards his fiancé, his figure staunch, his shoulders rigid, the lean lines of his body wrought with tension

“try to be reasonable, here,” breathy, the barest of desperation in his cadence, ferid implores, “consider the benefits.”

indignant, every inch of him petulant, and perturbed, guren snorts, vehemently dismisses the mere idea, “no.”

“guren, dear, you cannot hope to avoid him forever,” unswayed, ferid ambles closer, settles his hand on the bare flesh of guren’s arm, “this is a wonderful opportunity to mend your relationship with him, on your terms.”

“god, no,” adamant, brazen, and bitter, guren wrenches and tears himself away from ferid’s dainty touch, and swivels on his heel, a bundle of nerves, and grouses, gruff, “i don’t want anything to do with that asshole.”

gently, faintly, ferid whispers, insists, “he’s your father.”

“oh, fuck off,” guren snaps, and seethes, bitter, heady tendrils of fury in his veins, and in his heart, “i’m sick of that patronizing speech. what do you know?” he’s nasty, angry, and fiery, “you don’t understand, you’ve never had to deal with this kind of shit, your parents abandoned you, and the only other guardian you ever had left you.”

there’s a sliver of hurt, a brief, brand of anguish, in the pinch of his lips, in the crinkle of his eyes, and in the flare of his nostrils, and yet, ferid stills, simmers, his words brittle, and ashen, burnt wisps flat on his tongue –

he turns on his heel, and leaves. 

“i’m sorry i yelled at you.” guren’s hoarse apology filters through the door of their bedroom, dread and remorse a lead weight in his throat.

wary, and dubious, the rosy flesh of his lower lip between the pearlescent white of his teeth, ferid sits, curls by the white plane of the door, and offers, “you always seem to push me away. what are you afraid of? do you tire of me?”

“god, ferid, no, how could you think that?”“how else could you justify that horrid, ghastly behavior? you were so vindictive, and that’s - that’s not like you. you frightened me –” you frightened us.

“i’m sorry, baby, i’m so sorry.”

thin, and threadbare, ferid croaks, “why?”

“he hates that you’re my fiancé, he hates that i chose you, and he mistreats you, don’t you fucking brush it off, and it doesn’t excuse my shitty attitude, i know, but i hate him. i won’t grovel and beg for his help –”

softly, ferid interjects, pleas, “guren, love –”

“we’ll figure something out, ok?”

“guren, i’m pregnant.”

guren fumbles in the hall, and missteps, veers into the wall, rasps, and echoes, shrill disbelief, “…what?”

tremulous, ferid unlocks the door, and lingers by the doorway, reiterates, “i’m pregnant.” he reaches for guren’s slack, listless arms, and presses his hands to the dip of his waist, “i know you don’t wish to see your father, but we cannot do this on our own.”

and guren, reverent, blithe, brushes the pad of his thumb in the creamy, silky stretch of skin, “we’re going to have a baby?”

ferid smiles, frail, watery, “yes.”

AND LIKE 

guren gently, lightly clasps his palms to ferid’s cheeks, and kisses him, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his temple, it’s a mess of frantic, fervid kisses, and he settles on ferid’s mouth, moves his hands to grip the back of ferid’s head, the line of his jaw, and he kisses deeply, sweetly, and ferid clings to him, and he’s silently crying, knows everything is going to be okay

and guren hoists ferid in his arms, ferid startles, laughs, bright and eager ok, tears in his eyes, tears spilling onto the swell of his cheeks, and guren carries him into the bedroom, carefully peels ferid of his clothes, hastily strips himself, and kisses ferid, and TRAILS THE KISSES TO FERID’S FLAT TUMMY ok ok nuzzles the bare skin, and mouths, i love you

and ferid’s flushed and wanton, spread beautifully against the sheets, his thighs over guren’s hips, and he murmurs against guren’s lips, simply, softly, “i love you”

and like, guren goes to T O W N 

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A/N: my muse is fickle and it’s so difficult to write,i hope it’s okay ;A; ty for the prompt tho <3

anyhow, i have no idea how old they are here?? like maybe early 20s?? i dunno, what i do know, however, is that they have shitty jobs, probs live in a small apartment, and guren has some srs daddy issues (in addition to the dad bein like suuuuuper disappointed guren chose to hook up with ferid) and doesn’t want anything to do with his dad, but ferid’s knocked up and guren talking to his dad might guarantee a job so he’s gotta suck it up, u kno