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ultimateunlucky · 2 years

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#sennen meikyuu no nana ouji #the seven princes of the thousand year labyrinth #manga #mangacap #josei #aikawa yu #smnno #tspottyl

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americankimchi · 7 years

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apparently the sequel to senmei was published but... i can’t find it anywhere... blease.....

#personal #seven prince #senmei #smnno #i just want to know if ewan is doing okay... is he sleeping well?? eating properly???#IS MY SON ALRIGHT....???

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itsclowreedsfault · 8 years

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Sennen Meikyuu no Nana Ouji Fanfic: we don’t need christmas lights (1/3)

Pairing: Zan/Gideon

Rating: T

Summary: A series of one-shots taking place during the same Christmas night, each one focusing on a different pairing/character.

Other places to read: AO3

Inspired by this.

This Christmas night is different from the others.

Zan is used to the low chatter of an audience waiting on the other side of the curtains, the reverberating applause after his performance is over, and then there are the parties, countless voices making their way to his ears along with the sound of clinking glasses and laughter. It's a blurr of touches and people and places he'll never think about again once the night is over.

This time there are no fancy parties or loud noises. In this abandoned house on the countryside, Zan's only company are the six people who are hiding with him, all of them fugitives in the eyes of the law. They hide and think of ways to make things right again, but Zan can almost feel it in the air, the heavy weight of danger looming ahead of them. This is just the calm before the storm and they all know it, but this night there's an unspoken agreement to not talk about dangerous things.

Even though the weather is cold, they all sit outside, around the fire Gideon has built. The warmth seeps through Zan's bones, the scent of food permeating the air around him. It's not a feast, this meal made from scraps stolen in the dead of night, but it's what they have and Zan couldn't be more thankful for it. He smiles softly when Ewan's laugh rings clear over the crackling fire, followed my some mumbled reply from Lawrence.

Someone sits besides him, and cool glass is pressed to his hand. A sweet smell fills his nostrils.

"Wine?"

"Titus managed to steal a bottle", Gideon explains. "I think Messiah went to help him this time. Must be the Christmas' spirit."

Zan laughs, sipping the wine, the taste of alcohol familiar on his tongue. They stay silent for a while, and Zan doesn't comment on the way Gideon's arm is pressing against his, the way their legs brush occasionaly from the closeness. He feels calm, calmer than he's felt in a long time, surrounded by the voices of these people he's learned to care about.

It's Ewan that brings Zan out of his reverie.

"Would you mind singing a song, Zan? I've never heard you sing before."

Everybody grows quiet, waiting for his answer. Zan takes one last sip of his wine before getting up, because there's no way he can say no to such a request.

"Gideon, would you please hold my glass for me?"

When he starts singing, it's as if he can feel all eyes turned to him. It feels good to sing after all this time, and Zan realizes how much he's missed this. He sings a song about freedom and happiness; about running on a green field and feeling the air brushing his face, the soft grass beneath his feet. He sings words he hasn't sung since he was little, for they were too intimate to share with the crowd of strangers that came to watch him perform; but this audience is different because they know each other and they trust each other, even if it may not seem like it sometimes.

Zan's voice resounds with the last notes, and then they are all applauding him. Titus whistles and praises him, sounding like a child who just got a gift, and when Ewan thanks him Zan can feel the smile behind his tone. The air seems lighter when everyone resumes talking; their voices are more cheerful than before. A hand grabs Zan's own and tugs him down, but even after he's sitting Gideon doesn't let go, his thumb tracing the back of Zan's hand lightly.

"It was a beautiful song", Gideon's breath is warm on his ear, and it makes Zan's body tingle in a pleasant way.

"Thank you", he whispers, and because the others are there, he doesn't say anything else.

As the fire grows weaker, the cold starts getting the better of them. One by one, their companions wish them goodnight, going back to the house until Zan and Gideon are the only ones left outside.

"We shouldn't stay out here much longer. It's too cold", says Zan, moving his hand up Gideon's arm until he reaches his neck, fingers hovering over his skin, barely touching.

Gideon hums an agreement, and then presses his mouth against Zan's. His lips are sligthly chapped and his beard scratches Zan's face, but it doesn't matter. Their kiss is slow and passionate and it tastes of wine; Gideon's hand tightens on Zan's waist, and he makes a sound on the back of his throat. Zan doesn't know when he started craving this closeness, but now that Gideon's lips are moving down his throat, his fingers burning through the material of his clothes, he doesn't want to let go anymore.

They can't, however, stay there for too long, like Zan himself has said. The warmth provided by the fire has long since disappeared, and the cold air bites into their skin.

"We should go inside", says Zan, reluctantly pulling away.

He hears Gideon's sigh, feels his hand slowly easing its hold on him, but before he can let go completely Zan interlocks their fingers. There’s a sharp intake of breath, and then Gideon is squeezing his hand, leading him back to the house. Everyone's already asleep, breaths deep and even, and they are careful not to step on any of the sleeping figures on the living room. There's only one tiny bedroom, which they insisted Ewan and Lawrence take for themselves, and the other five make do with the space that is left.

It's a bit crowded and there's no privacy, so Zan is resigned to the fact that he and Gideon won't be able to continue what they have started. When he lays down, however, another futon is put right beside his, and a strong arm wounds around his waist. His back is pressed against Gideon's chest, warm and comfortable.

"Is this okay?”, asks Gideon.

It sounds like a simple question, but it isn't. Not when them being seen like this when morning comes will make things real, bring questions that will require answers. Zan might not be doing anything he usually did when he shared a bed with someone on other Christmas nights, but this, innocent as it may be, holds far more significant consequences.

But then again, this is no stranger that holds him close. Come morning, the ones to see them are no strangers either.

This Christmas night is different from the others, so Zan is smiling when he gives Gideon the only answer he can.

"It's okay."

#sennen meikyuu no nana ouji #smnno #zan audupon #gideon redfield #sennen meikyuu #zan x gideon #why is it that whenever i need to do lots of stuff for uni #i get super inspired to write fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #we don't need christmas lights #senmei spoilers #my writing: zan x gideon #my writing: senmei

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titusram · 8 years

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