White Roses (Fyolai Fanfic)

☁️✩ SnowFlakes Afloat ✩

In the heart of Moscow, where the bustling city lights and ancient architecture meld together, lived two young men named Fyodor and Nikolai. They were inseparable friends, their bond so close that outsiders often wondered if there was something more between them. Little did they know that their hearts beat in harmony, oblivious to the unspoken truth they both concealed.

Fyodor resided in a traditional Russian household, where he navigated the strict and stern waters of his parents' expectations. His black shoulder-length hair, occasionally adorned with a Ushanka, was a stark contrast to his conservative surroundings. As much as he yearned for the freedom to express his true self, fear of his parents' disapproval weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Across the city, Nikolai lived in a home he inherited when his parents tragically passed away eight years ago. The memories of his parents still lingered, but the solitude offered him a sense of freedom he cherished. With long white hair, carefully woven into braids, Nikolai stood out in any crowd—a symbol of his independent spirit.

Nikolai And Fyodor had their own problems, but no matter what it took a punch to the face 4 times to separate those two.

One cold winter day, as snowflakes danced gracefully in the air, the trio of friends found themselves gathered at a quaint café nestled in a quieter part of the city. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, creating an atmosphere of comfort and companionship.

Sigma, their tall and exuberant friend with split-dye hair that seemed to mirror their vibrant personality, suggested the meeting. "Let's celebrate this beautiful winter day with some hot cocoa and our favorite pastries!" Sigma exclaimed, their enthusiasm contagious.

Fyodor and Nikolai exchanged glances, sharing a knowing smile. They were always touched by Sigma's ability to bring joy to their lives.

Nikolai with his usual high maintenance attitude couldn't help but to squeal at excitement "We haven't hung out in so long!!!" Nikolai gocked.

Sigma reaching onto the table putting his hands together opened his mouth "I know, Fyodor has been always so busy!" Sigma turned his head at a glance to Fyodor, signalling him to speak.

Fyodor felt a slight flush creeping up his cheeks as all eyes turned to him. He nervously cleared his throat before replying, "Y-yeah, work and family stuff have been keeping me occupied. I'm sorry I haven't been around much."

Nikolai, ever the perceptive one, noticed the subtle unease in Fyodor's demeanor. He reached out and gently placed a hand on Fyodor's rubbing his fingers across his hands in reassurance, offering silent reassurance. "Don't worry about it, Fedya! Life gets busy sometimes. We're just happy to have you here now," Nikolai said with a warm smile, it was as if his smile stretched so far.

Sigma beamed at the display of camaraderie between their friends, shooting  a knowing glance at Nikolai. "Exactly! Today, let's just enjoy each other's company and forget about any worries. We're here to have fun!" Sigma declared, trying to lighten the mood.

And so, the trio delved into the world of laughter and reminiscence, reliving cherished memories and creating new ones. The café's cozy ambiance provided the perfect backdrop for their camaraderie, and the hours seemed to pass like minutes in each other's company.

As the evening sky darkened, Fyodor's parents' stern faces flashed before his eyes. He couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that they wouldn't approve of him spending time with Nikolai and Sigma, they thought they were a bad influence on his studies.

 Deep down, he longed for the freedom to express himself without fear of judgment, but the weight of tradition and parental expectations held him back, far back.

Nikolai, on the other hand, couldn't help but notice how Fyodor's eyes lit up whenever they spoke about the things they loved, whether it was old books or the city's history. A gentle fondness for Fyodor had grown in Nikolai's heart over the years, but he dared not utter a word for fear of ruining the precious friendship they shared.

Meanwhile, Sigma, the ever-observant and vivacious friend, couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Fyodor and Nikolai's connection than they were willing to admit. They had seen the way their eyes lingered a second longer, the accidental brushes of hands that sent subtle shivers through their bodies, and the smiles that seemed to light up the darkest corners of their hearts.

As the night grew colder, the trio bid farewell to the café and ventured out into the winter wonderland of Moscow's streets. The city lights illuminated the snow-covered pavements, creating a magical setting.