#jyrus fic

I chose #22, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Also, this somehow this became a vaguely Cinderella inspired fairytale AU, but I hope you enjoy it! (PS: I’m sorry about Amber in this, but no one else really fit the bill for this…) 

The palace was bustling, as servants and members of the court alike prepared for Prince Jonah’s ball, in honor of his birthday. Royals would be traveling from far and wide for the chance to meet the prince, and perhaps win his hand. Cyrus, on the other hand, would be spending both nights of the festival in the kitchen, over steaming pots of soup and roasted lamb that he wasn’t allowed to eat, dodging flak from Mistress Amber, the head of the kitchen staff. Mistress Amber ran a tight ship, and if you disobeyed her even once, you could lose your position–and jobs in the royal palace were not easy to come by. Cyrus knew he was lucky to have the job he did, but a part of him wished he could at least have one night off. Was that too much to ask? 

He sighed as he slipped out of the palace and into the garden, attempting to make the most of his short break. The late summer sun was shining, and Cyrus breathed deeply, trying to take in as much of the fresh air as possible. In the corner of the garden, there was a small bench, surrounded by pale pink roses. That was Cyrus’s favorite place in the garden. He made his way over and sat down on the bench, sniffing the roses as he did so. A moment passed before Cyrus heard a voice from the other side of the garden. 

“Don’t you know servants aren’t allowed in the royal garden?” The voice called out. “Except for gardeners, of course.” 

Cyrus looked up and rolled his eyes. “I have an invitation from the Prince himself.” 

First Place: ‘Dancing with our Hands Tied’ by @cyrusthegoodman and @tjthekippen Second Place: would roses bloom by @cyrusthegoodman

Jonah jerks awake, startled from his slumber by a disturbing dream.  He quickly turns to his left and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Cyrus sitting next to him on the couch engrossed in a book.

Cyrus must feel Jonah’s eyes on him because he glances up from the page he’s on, furrowing his eyebrows when he sees the distress on Jonah’s face.  “Are you okay?”  He asks.

Jonah nods, though he’s still a bit out of it.  “Yeah, I’m fine.  I just…I had a weird dream.”

Cyrus puts his book down and focuses his attention on Jonah.  “What was it about?”

Jonah hesitates before replying, “I dreamed you had a crush on me.”

Cyrus grins smugly at his revelation and tells him, “That’s not a dream, Jonah, that’s reality.”

Jonah frowns slightly and then says, “I know, but in the dream you never told me about your crush. You had the crush and then it was just gone.”

“What?”

Cyrus looks at him completely bewildered, and Jonah can’t blame him for being confused about his odd dream.  “Yeah, it was so weird.  But the weirdest part was as soon as you said you were over your crush on me then Buffy, of all people, said she had a crush on me.”

Cyrus stares at him strangely before bursting into laughter.  “That’s hilarious.”

Jonah agrees, “I know! It was such a ridiculous dream.  I was chasing after Andi even though neither of us really liked each other that way.  And I completely ignored your obvious feelings for me and mine for you. It was crazy.”

“That sounds more like a nightmare,” Cyrus points out but then adds, “or a really poorly written television show.”

“I know, right?” Cyrus is about to return to his book when Jonah says, “But just to be sure.  Andi?”

“Blissfully happy with Walker,” Cyrus responds.

“Buffy?”

“Loving the party with Marty.”

“Good.  And TJ?”

Once again Cyrus gives him a confused look as he questions “Who?”

Jonah inquires, “Don’t we know someone with that name?”

“Uh…no,” Cyrus replies with a soft chuckle.  “That must’ve really been some nightmare if you’re making up people who don’t even exist. You’re adorable, you know that, right?”

Jonah smiles warmly at Cyrus. “I do.  So, we’re really okay?”

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(C) keeneyweeney (2018)

Jyrus and Bandi

“So Jonah, how come this is your first time here?” Asks Mrs.Goodman.

“I guess it’s because we usually just hang out other places,” I say. I’m a little nervous. I’ve only met his parents once at his Bar Mitzvah.

“Do you guys hang out a lot?” She asks.

“All the time,” I say smiling.

*Cyrus’s point of view*

“Do you hang out with Cyrus alone a lot?” Dad asks. Oh no.

“Sometimes,” Jonah says still oblivious. They know I like him. I haven’t even told him I like guys.

“So what do you like to do? Cyrus has told us a lot about you by the way,” Mom asks. I start breathing faster. How do they even know?

“I like play ultimate frisbee. I’ve just recently started playing the guitar and singing. I skateboard,” he says. He grabs my hand under the table. “Cy, are you ok?” He whispers. I shake my head. “What’s wrong?” I look up at my parents.

“How did guys know?” I say, “I haven’t even told you that I liked guys.” Jonah’s eyes widen. My parents just smile.

“Cyrus, we’re your parents, even if I’m not blood, I still know you just as well as your father,” Mom says.

“Son, we didn’t even think you would come out to us. We just expected you to bring a boy home to meet us. It’s what you would do if you were straight. Why should it be any different?” He says. I smile, tears in my eyes. I walk up and hug my dad letting the tears fall.

“I love you, dad,” I say.

“I love you too, son,” he says. I then go to hug my step-mom.

“I love you, Mom,”

“I love you too, Cyrus.” I sit back down next to Jonah and look at both of them.

“Thank you guys,” I say wiping away the tears of happiness, “we’re not dating though.”

“We’re friends,” Jonah says. I nod, though I hope It doesn’t stay that way for long.

“Either way, Jonah, you’re always welcome here,” Mom says.

“Speaking of which,” I begin, “Can Jonah stay over?” They look at each other as if contemplating. Dad gives a nod.

“Sure he can, sweetie,” Mom says. I grin.

“Thanks Mom and Dad,” I say. We all have a great time talking and eating and soon finish eating dinner.

“Jonah, you go ahead and head back up to Cyrus room and let your parents know you’re staying here and make sure it’s ok with them,” Dad says, “I wanna talk to Cyrus for a bit.” Oh no. Should I be worried?

“Yes, Sir,” Jonah says going up stairs. I smile at him. He’s so polite.

“Now, son, you’re getting older,” Dad says.

“Wait. Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” I say.

“Jonah is allowed spend the night, but I don’t want any funny business. You may think he’s cute. You may want to kiss him a lot, and do other things too, but be warned. Kissing can-.” He says. My face turns to horror.

“Dad, I really don’t wanna hear this.”

“He’s just trying to help you, Son. You’re a man now. Soon, you’ll start to have urges,” mom says.

“Mom, please. Not you too. I’m too young for this. Nothing is going to happen. I don’t want those things to happen! I’m too young for those things!” I say pleading for them to stop.

“Thankfully we’ve know you were gay and have prepared,” Dad says. Why me?

*Jonah’s point of view*

I’ve called my parents. Dad was a voicemail so I left him a message. Mom answered though. She thought it was a great idea. I wonder what’s taking Cyrus so long. He’s been gone forever. Finally, he walks through the door. He looks like he’s seen ghost.

“Cyrus, are you ok?” I ask. He takes a deep breath.

“My parents just gave me the talk,” he says. My eyes widen.

“Ouch! Did they just give you the whole wait and when you do be safe and talk about STDs. Or did they like go into detail?” I ask. Poor Cyrus. I had that talk about a year or two ago. It’s really awkward.

“No...They...went into detail. I don’t think I ever wanna have sex after that,” he says. I smile at him.

“I’m sure you will one day,” I say, “It just might take a while,”

“I don’t think you understand the impact of two shrinks giving you the talk,” he says, “Though I am glad they knew I was gay...I don’t think I could have survived that much detail about straight sex. I don’t even know how I survived this talk,” I get off Cyrus’s bed, and grab his shoulders gently.

“Cyrus, it’s completely ok, that it weirds you out. And it’s even more ok that you don’t wanna have sex for a while. Neither do I. We’re thirteen. We’re not supposed to want that yet. So let’s just forget about it ok? Let’s just enjoy the rest of tonight. I’ve already picked the next movie,” I say.

“You’re right. Sorry, I freaked out. Forgetting it is a good idea,” Cyrus says shuddering. I grab the movie.

“Although, it’s kinda strange that they gave you the talk the one day, I spent the night here,” I say smirking.

“Yeah, weird,” he says.

“I mean, they did think I was your boyfriend. So I guess that makes sense,” I say. He blushes.

“Sorry about that by the way,” he says. I walk up to him putting the movie on the bed.

“Don’t be,” I say looking him in the eye. I take a deep breath. This is it. “In fact, I actually wouldn’t mind if I was.” This is way more scary than telling Andi I liked her.

“You-you wouldn’t?” He asks. I take a step closer to him.

“Not one bit. You asked me who I had my eye on earlier...it’s you Cy-guy.” I say taking his hand gently.

He was the most beautiful boy in the world, at least of my world, and his smile; It was the midpoint between chaos and perfection.∞

written for 30 days of jyrus: day 2

(I am not really a writer, I don’t practice writing much, so I would appreciate little to no criticism)

Jonah had never felt this peaceful and safe in his life.

Under the darkened sky, he lays with his arms around the only person his age he is truly comfortable with, just enjoying the night. Away from everything that makes him feel anxious, confused, and guilty.

Jonah focuses on breathing the cool, fresh air as he places his forehead on the other boy’s neck. This is what ‘intimacy’ is. He had heard it before, and he was told it meant “being able to feel vulnerable with someone while still feeling safe”.It confused him at the time, but now there is no confusion. Only understanding and comfort.

“Jonah?”

Cyrus turns in Jonah’s arms, facing him and trying to find his eyes in the dark. His voice is raspy and quiet, as he hasn’t spoken for a while.

“Yes, Cyrus?” Jonah responds carefully, not wanting this conversation to ruin the perfect atmosphere.

Cyrus buries his face in Jonah’s neck, and with his lips next to Jonah’s ear says, “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Cyrus says it with so much raw honesty that Jonah almost cries on the inside, although his body tenses up and freezes. He lets out a breath carefully, and takes another one in. After a few more breaths his body finally listens to him and relaxes.

Cyrus was patient through Jonah’s attempts to calm himself, but he still waits for an answer, and Jonah can almost feel him starting to worry that he went too far, too fast.

Jonah moves back from Cyrus so he can try to find his eyes. He needs Cyrus to not only hear, but completely understand what he is about to say.

When they are face to face, Jonah moves in closer, their noses almost touching. He stares deeply into the other boy’s eyes before he speaks.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, too. I would be nothing without you. I trust you completely, in ways that I have never trusted anyone else.”

He lets his words linger in the crisp air for a handful of seconds, his eyes closed in the wake of his confession, before moving his hand to caress Cyrus’s cheek. He finds it wet, from silent tears let out by the boy.

“Happy tears?” Jonah hopes.

Cyrus nods, and for some reason, Jonah is now in danger of crying as well.

The moment hangs in the air, and it feels almost like time has frozen, stopped just for them so they could live in this moment of happiness and love for just a little longer before reality would hit. Jonah feels as if there is one more thing he has to do before time starts moving again.

“Can I kiss you?”

This time when he nods, Cyrus give a verbal response as well.

“Yes.”

Even though Jonah was the one who asked, they both lean in to press their lips together softly. It is glorious, amazing, like waking up--

Jonah wakes up.

Later that day he is walking down the hall when he hears Cyrus call out to him.

“Hey, Jonah!!!” Cyrus waves enthusiastically with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, Cy-guy!” Jonah returns with a pleasant, happy smile.

However, when he turns away his face is all worry. What would Cyrus think about Jonah’s dreams? He would probably be freaked out at best and grossed out at worst.

((I know I’m a day late, but better late than never, right? This one is pretty open, so let’s run with it and see where it goes on this Friday night!))

“Jonah! Cyrus! Dinner’s ready!”

The boys quickly ran inside, or in Cyrus’ case fast-walked, in order to gobble up their dinner; chicken stir fry.

“This is delicious, Mrs. Goodman, thank you so much. And also for letting me sleep over,” he added, midbite.

“Of course, Jonah. It’s always nice for Cyrus to have sleepover with his friends,” she replied, wiping her hands on the cloth and heading into the living room to continue her knitting.

Friends. Cyrus knew his mom meant well with that, but it still hurt. Jonah was with Andi. Andi was with Jonah. They were a couple. (Almost) nothing would change that.

As if Jonah could sense a shift in mood, he cleared his throat to speak.

“Do you wanna have a pillow fight?”