White Roses (Fyolai Fanfic)

☁️✩ Hearts Untrue ✩

Nikolai and Sigma stood next to each other, Sigma gazing. His coat flowed as the winds of the snow took upon him, sighing leaving visible breath in the air. "Fyodor" The  male finally spoke.

Fyodor, breaking his shared gaze with Nikolai looked down at Sigma "Yes Sigma" The russian spoke as he took off his coat, giving it to Nikolai who was speechless and freezing.  

"Would you like to spend the night with me and Nikolai tonight?" Sigma held a smile, hoping for a good answer.

Fyodor felt a mixture of surprise and warmth in his heart at Sigma's invitation. Despite the cold winter evening, Sigma's smile and genuine concern made the chill feel less biting.

"I... I'd love to," Fyodor replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Thank you for offering, Sigma."

Nikolai, after remaining speechless.  Who had been silently observing the exchange, felt a rush of emotions, good emotions. He felt a sense of relief that Sigma had taken the initiative to invite Fyodor, knowing how much the offer meant to both of them.

"Fedya this coat is so very warm!" Nikolai spoke in a upbeat tone , smiling with admiration.

Fyodor was speechless, he didn't know how to react to the young man.

Fyodor smiled warmly at Nikolai's playful remark. "I'm glad you like it," he replied, feeling a sense of comfort in Nikolai's presence. The tension that had been lingering between them seemed to dissolve in that moment. Fyodor turning to Nikolai, adjusting the coat on him, Nikolai was smaller than him by  a bit after all.

Sigma chuckled, seeing the subtle shift in the atmosphere. "Well, it's settled then. Let's make it a cozy night in," Sigma declared, clapping his hands together with enthusiasm.

Nikolai lay excited, ready to welcome a night full of fun. Nikolai started walking first grabbing Fyodor's hand, rushing to the building. Sigma slowly followed after, struggling to keep up with Nikolai who was as fast as a cheetah when he was enthusiastic. 

With their hands interlocked, Fyodor allowed Nikolai to lead him through the snowy streets of Moscow. The warmth of their touch sent shivers down his spine, but it wasn't from the winter cold—it was the electric current of emotions flowing between them.

"Nikolai, Fyodor slow down its hard for me to keep up!"

 Fyodor laughed, trying to keep up with Nikolai's determined pace. The rush of excitement and affection was palpable, and Fyodor's heart beat faster with each step.

Nikolai turned back while running, "I'm not sorry for running the life out of you!~" Nikolai sarcastically smiled

Fyodor's cheeks flushed, turning red. Fyodor was already pale enough so the coldness relieved red in his nose and cheeks, but now his face was beaming, hotter than a fever. And he couldn't help but smile back at Nikolai. This was the first time they had expressed their feelings so openly, and while it felt exhilarating, it was also a bit overwhelming.

Sigma, walking a few steps behind them, observed their playful interaction with delight. Their hearts filled with joy for their friends' newfound connection, even though they struggled to keep up with Nikolai's energetic pace.

Fyodor's heart swelled with gratitude for Sigma's presence and understanding. "Thank you for everything," he said, looking at Sigma with genuine affection.

Sigma waved a dismissive hand. "Don't mention it Fyodor! I just want to see both of you happy and together."

As they continued their walk through the snowy streets, the trio's laughter and camaraderie filled the air. The snowflakes glittered like tiny diamonds, and the city lights added a magical touch to the night.

Eventually, they arrived at a small park, covered in a blanket of snow. The twinkling lights and festive decorations lent an enchanting atmosphere to the place.

Sigma suggested, "How about we have a snowball fight?"

Nikolai's eyes lit up with excitement, and he turned to Fyodor. "What do you say, Fedya? Are you up for it?"

Fyodor chuckled, realizing he hadn't engaged in a snowball fight in years. "Sure, why not? Let's do it!"

And so, amidst laughter and playful banter, the three friends engaged in a spirited snowball fight. The snow flew through the air as they dodged and retaliated with joyous abandon.

At one point, Fyodor accidentally slipped on the icy ground, but Nikolai was quick to catch him, wrapping his arms around him protectively. Their faces were inches apart, and Fyodor could feel Nikolai's warm breath against his cheeks.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. Fyodor's heart raced, and he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards Nikolai. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together.

As the snowball fight came to an end, they all sat on a nearby bench, breathless and filled with laughter. The exhaustion from the playfulness only added to the sense of closeness between Fyodor and Nikolai.

Sigma, with a knowing smile, said, "You two make a great team."

Fyodor blushed, and Nikolai grinned. "We always have, haven't we?" he replied, squeezing Fyodor's hand gently.

And so, beneath the twinkling stars and the snowy embrace of Moscow, three souls found themselves entwined in a friendship filled with love, acceptance, and the promise of something more. In that moment, Fyodor realized that he didn't need to fear his feelings; he could embrace them with courage and allow love to bloom in the heart of Moscow, where the city lights and ancient architecture melded together, illuminating the path to a future filled with endless possibilities.