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omg peter and reader taking a walk on some little trail and they push one another into leaf piles and being love sick idiots <3

this is so cute!!! tysm for the request <3 i went the pining best friends route rather than established relationship, hope that’s okay! | 0.6k of fluff!

You and Peter have been friends for what feels like forever. He’s in almost every memory you have, as far back as they go. Your childhood best friend, your now best friend, the only boy you’ve ever loved.

Growing up across the hall from each other had its perks. A mother figure in aunt May, someone to walk to school with, a door that was always open for you.

You’ve spent so much time with him that it’s sort of impossible to imagine things any other way. Not that you’d need to.

Late September has a chill seeping into the city. Leaves changing color, hands hidden in jacket pockets, cheeks and noses bitten by cold wind. Fall surrounds you and you don’t mind one bit. Not when Peter’s beside you, too.

He’d come knocking on your door earlier (even though he doesn’t need to knock, as you’ve told him countless times) and asked you to go for a walk with him. Easy, like breathing or blinking, you’d said yes.

It’s nice to have someone to do these things with, to be mundane and quiet without a trace of awkwardness. All of this comfort and you’ve yet to tell him how you feel, how in love you are.

Peter walks close enough to you that your arms brush with every step, jacket against jacket, warmth seeping into your skin every time. When he walks alone, he’s quicker, strides full, earbuds in. With you, he’s learned to match your pace, to slow himself to stay next to you.

“You cold?” Peter asks, even when he’s the one with his cheeks pink from the breeze.

“Mmm, just my hands.” You tilt your head up to the sky, then towards him. “It’s a nice day.”

And it is. Despite the chill, the sun’s shining, the trail you and Peter are taking tucked away enough from the city that it doesn’t feel like you’re in it. Rustling leaves in the wind, fallen ones littering your path, the smell of fall in the air. Your favorite boy as company.

“Yeah, it is,” he says, eyes catching yours. Then, he reaches for the hand closest to him, his fingers curling around yours, and tucks your joined hands into his coat pocket. “There.”

You feel warmer already, his palm against yours, but you try to play it off. “How’s your pocket any warmer than mine?”

“‘Cause your coat’s a joke. I’ve got fleece-lined pockets, ‘kay? Way warmer, honey.”

“Leave it to you to be a nerd, even about a jacket.”

He shrugs innocently, shoulder to a rosy cheek.

Peter takes any excuse he can to be close to you, to touch you, and he knows what that means. He knows he loves you, and he’s not really hiding it. It sinks into everything he does. Walking closer to the road, letting you have the last sip of your shared milkshakes, going to see the latest horror movie with you when he hates the genre.

As much as Peter wants to tell you, he also wants this to work, to fall into place the way he thinks things will. You’ve had your whole lives with each other so far, and there’s the rest of a lifetime to go.

“Did you just call me a nerd?”

“You heard me, Parker.”

“Well, in that case…”

One second you’d been walking beside him, the next, Peter’s pushed you over into a pile of leaves beside the trail. It’s probably the most gentle push ever, but it’s enough to make you trip over your feet.

“Peter,” you groan, dragging out his name. “At least help me up.”

You hold out your hand, laying on your back, leaves probably stuck to your clothes and in your hair. Peter takes it—of course, he does—and with a tug, you’ve got him laying next to you.

“I always fall for that one,” he says, his hand still in yours, shoulders shaking a little with his laughter.

You turn your head to look at him, and he does the same, your noses an inch apart, twin smiles on your faces.

A lifetime to go, Peter thinks.

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salt-warrior · 2 years

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I saw an otp thing and thought of Kaider and then thought of you so I’m gonna tell you. Basically Kai is sitting under a tree reading a book and cinder walks up to him with her own book, kisses him on the cheek and sits beside him and reads too. They enjoy each others presence whilst peacefully reading there books. How cute 🥰

I am honored to be so heavily associated with kaider in your brain. Thank you, dear anon. This was a delight to write.

The Feeling of Being Alive

Summary: Kai decides to indulge in an hour of outside reading time after a long life day of being emperor. Cinder, looking for him, decides to join in. (WC: 1.1k)

Warm tendrils of sunshine brushed Kai's skin, reminding him of what it felt like to be alive. The air around him tittered with a soft spring breeze, accompanied by the birds' blissful chatter. Cherry blossoms fell around him, coloring the grass pink and white.

Earlier that day, Kai had spent a miserable morning indoors, meeting with localized political figures throughout the Commonwealth and discussing ways to implement better infrastructure to support a growing population. Kai was more knowledgeable on the subject than most—he had to be. As the emperor, it was his job to know everything about the country he cared for. He couldn't imagine a more fulfilling job, but sometimes, when spring was in the air and everything outside of his magnificent palace looked so lovely, he couldn't stand his occupation.

He'd decided to give himself an hour—just one—outside. The world could carry on without him for sixty minutes while he laid out in the sun, book in hand, as he enjoyed the feeling of being alive.

It had been years since he'd indulged in such a luxury. Not since his father had died, and even then, Kai's childhood—his recreational time—had come to an end with his mother's death. Things needed to be taken seriously when there was only one person between you and the responsibility for the lives of billions of people.

In short, Kai couldn't remember the last time he'd given a moment to himself alone.

So he read, eyes tracing a story from his childhood, fingers rubbing the corner of the page, relishing the feeling of a real paper book—an endangered species in a digital world. The book had once been his mother's, a favorite of hers, as told by her notes lovingly written inside the margins. Beloved passages were underlined, corners folded down to mark favored parts. Reading the book felt like Kai was conversing with his mother for the first time in a decade.

"Hey."

Kai looked up and blinked, placing himself back into reality, beneath the blossoming cherry tree, settled on the dirt, clutching a tattered book. But when he saw who had spoken, he only smiled.

"Hi," Kai replied, reaching a hand out to her. She took it, fingers lacing with his, then sat beside him, tucking the edges of her periwinkle dress beneath her legs. She leaned her head on his shoulder, tilting her head back just enough to press a kiss to his cheek. "What's the book?"

Kai tilted the cover toward Cinder and she hummed appreciatively. She leaned into him, her arm hooking through his as she snuggled close, eyes closed. Kai turned his head to look at her, noting the way her hair was falling from its careful updo and about her face. The sunlight danced over her features, coloring her younger than he usually thought of her, but probably just as old as she actually was. Being the Emperor and Empress of the Eastern Commonwealth had aged them. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and she smiled, nuzzling closer.

"How'd the meeting go?" Kai asked.

"Good." Cinder sighed. "Okay. It could have been better. But I think we're finally making some headway. If not, I see a lot of yelling at European representatives in my future, but I can live with that."

Kai laughed.

"Torin's been looking for you," Cinder added.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But not in that frantic way of his. You're not missing anything. I think he just likes to know where you are in general."

"Can't blame him," Kai said. He leaned his head against Cinder's, closing his eyes. "I mean, I was kidnapped by this crazy lunar girl once. I think that was pretty traumatic for him."

Cinder scoffed. "Torin literally helped me kidnap you. He told me where your second ID chip was and everything. Without him, you would have had to marry Levana that day."

"I still married Levana," Kai said, "but I also married the girl who kidnapped me, so there's that. I must have Stockholm syndrome or something."

"Probably," Cinder said, her words lighter because she was smiling.

"Were you sent out to bring me back?" Kai asked. He didn't want to ask, but as a human and as an adult and, most importantly, as the Emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth, he did a lot of things he didn't want to.

Cinder shook her head, her hair tickling Kai's ear. "No. I just wanted to see you," she said. "I missed you."

The frankness of her words warmed Kai to his core, as if the sunshine had reached his heart. He had seen her only hours ago, but he knew what she meant. Even now that they were married and living on the same planet under the same roof, every second that she wasn't by his side felt like a second wasted. The world wasn't nearly as unbearable when she was near.

"Well," Kai said, "I'm glad you found me."

"Me too."

Kai wrapped his arm around Cinder's shoulders, and she hugged his middle, her head resting half on his shoulder and half on his chest. He opened the book once again, propping it against his knees and steadying it with his free hand.

He started at the beginning, reading aloud to Cinder. It was just the two of them, alone under a blossoming cherry tree, enjoying the feeling of being alive and being with one another and knowing that, no matter what, they always had each other to lean on. He read with the carefree air of a man in love, giving each character a more ridiculous voice than the last, and adding his own quips here and there just to hear Cinder's gentle laugh bubble against him. And when she pointed at the notes scribbled in the margins, he read her his mother's words and told her stories of the woman—stories that he hadn't known he still remembered.

They traded laughter and soft words and affection like common currency, but Kai treasured it all the same, storing this memory in his mind for the less remarkable—less wondrous—days in his future.

"We should probably get back at it," Kai said glumly, eyes marking the lowering sun, knowing that they'd been outside for much longer than an hour.

Cinder nodded, but only squeezed Kai tighter. "One more chapter?"

Kai pressed a kiss to the top of her head and obliged.

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