White Roses (Fyolai Fanfic)

☁️✩ Embers of Affection ✩

As Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma began their walk back home, the winter night felt even more magical. The snow continued to fall gently, creating a soft, white blanket over the city, and the shimmering city lights added an ethereal glow to their surroundings.

Fyodor stole glances at Nikolai, his jumpy and outgoing presence gave Fyodor an amusing story to tell in his head. He couldn't fathom the embers of affection that lay between the two. His heart swelling with affection for his friend.

Sigma looking for his keys left an unamused look. "Nikolai." Sigma turned in a death stare to the white haired male with snow toppled on his head.  "I know you have my keys" Sigma reached out his hand, awaitng keys in his hands.

"Simba your no fun!"

"If you don't give me the keys to-" SIMBA?

Fyodor chucked amused by the two friends of his interactions "Settle down, I have your keys Sigma" 

"So i invite you into our home so you can steal it wowwww Fyodor" Sigma sarcastically spoke Turning from reaching his hand out to Nikolai, to Fyodor.

"I lied, Nikolai has them" Nikolai dangled the keys between his fingers, leaving a cursed smile.   Fyodor chucked while Sigma, absolutely tired of the two boys bullshit sighed. Sigma reached out snatching the keys from Nikolai, the master of pickpocketing and mind games. 

Fyodor and Nikolai behind Sigma giggled as they walked into the home, Nikolai turned to Fyodor as he stepped into the house, WITH HIS SHOES ON.

"Fedyaaaa!!! Your going to get the house dirty! Sigma doesn't like wearing shoes in the home!" He gazed down at Fyodor's feet.

"I didn't know that sigma was that type of guy" "I learn something new everyday" Fyodor's Russian thick accent loosened towards the end of his sentence.

Nikolai, you're such a tattletale," Fyodor teased, sticking his tongue out playfully at his friend.

Nikolai chuckled, knowing that Sigma's reaction was going to be amusing. "Well, I couldn't let you get away with it," he replied with a grin.

Sigma dashing around the corner,  "SHOES IN MY HOUSE?" Sigmas stare pierced straight through Nikolai and Fyodor.

Sigma side eyed the two "Take off those shoes." Sigma frowned then smiled, dashing back off to the kitchen.

"You heard the man Fedya! Take off your shoes!" Nikolai's pitch of voice went high, Smiling at Fyodor.

Fyodor looked at Nikolai who sat in front of him taking off his shoes he bent over and unlaced his snow boots, placing them at the shoe rack with the other boots. After finishing he turned to Nikolai, obviously struggling to take off his own shoes.

"Nikolai if you cannot get your shoes off, i'm surprised how you got in them at the first place" Fyodor placed his cold hands over his face, covering his chucked grin. But Fyodor got down on his knee, looking up at Nikolai, the struggling boy. Fyodor shoved his struggling hands out the way and unlaced his shoes carefully taking them off, placing them next to his boots.  Nikolai's face was covered by his hands, hiding the blush in his face. How could a boy be so sweet to help Nikolai struggling with an obviously stupid thing.  It wasn't for long until Nikolai stood up lending out  a hand to help Fyodor, crouched down get up. Fyodor's and Nikolais hands met, creating a gaze in their eyes.

Nikolai finally gained the courage to speak "Lets get your clothes off!" Fyodor blushed, taking his sentence the wrong way. As Nikolai's words caught Fyodor off guard, a rush of warmth flooded his cheeks, suffusing them with a rosy hue. The blush spread like a soft sunrise, starting from the apples of his cheeks and reaching up to his temples. His fair complexion accentuated the color, making it even more noticeable.

"S-Sure, Nikolai, whatever you say," Fyodor replied, trying to play it cool despite the obvious awkwardness. He couldn't tell if Nikolai was joking or being serious, and the uncertainty left him feeling flustered.

Sigma, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "Oh my, things are getting steamy in here," Sigma teased with a playful wink.

Fyodor shot Sigma a half-amused, half-embarrassed look. "It's not what you think, Sigma. Nikolai's just being... Nikolai," he said, trying to diffuse the situation.

Nikolai, on the other hand, was slightly taken aback by Fyodor's reaction. "Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that!" he exclaimed, his face turning as red as Fyodor's. "I meant we should change into something more comfortable, like pajamas!"

Relief washed over Fyodor as he realized the true intention behind Nikolai's words. "Oh! Right, pajamas, of course," he said, chuckling nervously. "That sounds like a good idea."

Sigma couldn't help but laugh at the misunderstanding. "Well, you two certainly know how to keep things interesting," they said with a grin.

Nikolai dragged Fyodor by the sleeve aiming at taking him to his room.

AUTHORS NOTE

If you have any ship recommendations/story recommendations or scenes you'd like me to write out feel free to lmk! Writing is a passion of mine and I'd be more than welcome to do scenes. Im comfortable with writing everything including Smut!