a/n: i wrote this ages ago but it's gay and kinda fluffy and i love my boys. hope you do too!! a huge ass thanks to apricock for the banner and cover. much love, aaro.
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OLIVER JAMESMcDONALDcalled himself the king of tragedies. Withered flowers and ugly weeds now blossom out of his hollowed, broken ribcage. His heart was a wild, passionate garden tending to everyone's needs for so long that it finally everyone took out their favourite sweet smelling and oh so pretty flowers. Selfish, he thinks. Alexander is wait -- was, no is or is it was? He isn't sure anymore with his head pounding boom boom bam with all the bullets ricocheting inside his otherwise fragile skull. Oliver is currentlythinking too much.
Oliver remembers his first official meeting with Alexander. God, even his name was so royal, so precious, so beautiful; just like him. Oliver was waiting for his friend Aanya while she suddenly appeared with him. He remembers Aanya introducing them both and then how Oliver makes a lame joke about god knows what. Alexander had smiled out of obligation, an awkward lopsided smile showing his top row of white incisors. Ollie remembers the entire situation quite vividly despite of the incident having took place ten months ago, how his heart constricted immediately and how he couldn't stop grinning and how caterpillars metamorphosed into butterflies erupting in his stomach making him feel a tad bit light headed and how he developed an overwhelming urge to kiss the beautiful boy in front of him. All these emotions burst within him at the same time. Oliver thought, Fuck, I'm screwed.
It was not much later that he inconspicuously tried to know details about the raven haired boy with big, dark rimmed glasses, skin like the wet Earth and eyes full of the cosmic wonders happening in the universe. He was from the outer space. It was not much later that he was fifty three weeks deep in Alexander Williams' Instagram when he got a friend request from him and he let out a small squeal of delight and his mom knew his son had found a cute guy. Ollie officially accepted Alexander's request seventeen minutes and forty three seconds later so that he didn't give off any wrong signals. They never knew from where their friendship took off from but it evolved into something so ethereal and so beautiful. Oliver thought, this must be my dream.
Alexander had called him over once and it was the second best day of his life. (Nothing tops going to Disneyland for the first time.) Oliver was ever so slightly eccentric with his lame attempts to be hilarious (which he succeeded at) and an almost unceasing, distracting, excited movement of hands. They talked about the stars and how Pluto should be a planet and how many light years away would a particular star in the clear sky might be. They might be talking of distances pertaining to a certain star in the sky but they were quite clearly lost in each other's eyes, a cosmos of the most bright burning stars interwoven with nebulous specks and flecks and galaxies comprising of their entire beings. Not being able to resist further, Alexander leaned into Oliver but he found it a sweet surprise when Ollie had already leaned back, hot breath fanning over his own nose.
And then it happened. The second their lips met a literal explosion took place and a supernova was formed absorbing every inch of their buried feelings and radiating infinite moments of indescribable pleasure swallowing their entire goddamn beings and transforming it into a cosmos of divination of their minds and souls. They couldn't seem to put an end to the fiery kiss and soon their legs were intertwined, just like their souls and clothes thrown off the bodies and strewn across the floor until nothing was separating Oliver James McDonald and Alexander Williams except skin. Jolts of electricity simmered through the now connected bodies making them oblivious to everything and everyone and how what they were doing was wrong according to most of the people surrounding them but it felt just so right. The places where their hands were woven laced together, the places where lips met skin; everything was setting off sparks. Puzzles were falling into places and locks were being opened and all of it was just so fucking real. They could be one and their thoughts were not tangible nor even able to be enunciated and their mouths opened whispering desperate gushes of fallingforyoufallingforyouihavefallenforyou, my love.
It seemed as if in that particular frame of time they created their own constellations and their existence fell into meaning. They were each other's kings and everything else was just dust. The shimmering particles that left their magic were magnetic, pulling stars of ardor and exhilarating passion towards their precious fragmented souls. They had made a universe for themselves where only they had access. Where they could visit their favourite galaxies and favourite stars and let everything be blissful. They were ignoring their surroundings and surprisingly, it was a form of therapy for their broken, damaged yet beautiful souls. Nothing mattered except themselves.
It was their utopia and they did not want to leave it. But, they promised they'd be back into that universe quite soon again but Alexander had to abruptly leave his darling Oliver without any reasons making Oliver scream and cry into his pillow until he could not stop hiccuping and until his throat was parched and until his eyes refused to cry anymore because then he would be shattered and Oliver was never shattered, until now. Somewhere between the lines everything fell out of place, shards of reality cutting through their own version of fairytale. He was too foolish to think that a fairytale might be rewritten for their love. Was it even love?
And it hurt and Oliver tried too hard not to succumb to his emotions but he was only human. Alexander had stolen his heart so he'd have two hearts to protect himself but Oliver was now naked, lying on a bed of sharp broken glass cutting through his entire body like a perfectly fitting scam. Every fibre inside him screamed and writhed in pain whenever he tried to move, even think. The flowers were plucked from his delicately tended heart and ugly weeds grew there now. Alexander did not break his heart, he carefully tended it, made it blossom and then ripped it out of his chest with the roots and carried it with him so that Oliver was perfectly broken. Oliver thought, only if this was all my dream. Too bad he couldn't believe himself.
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ALEXANDERWILLIAMSthought of himself as a pretentious king who was putting up facades so that no one could see the crimson tinged walls of his bedroom. He was a king, but he had promised himself that he wouldn't enter into the cold, dark palace situated in the realms of brutality and despair but without his saving grace Oliver, it was the only place that kept him burning. The gatekeeper had warned him. But the gatekeeper was a decaying man, with his blackened ivory bones. It was easy to kill him. It was always easy to kill everyone and stop their pointless advice but it only made them dead. It never stopped their voices. So, he entered the palace without any shield. Without a sword. He thought he was strong.
At first, the palace made him revel in nostalgia. Nostalgia was a funny thing because one moment he is smiling and the next one he's doubling over his stomach, sobbing hysterically, begging for the memories to be stopped. He's a weakling, can't fight back even the slightest without falling down and taking decades to get up. His mind is filled upto to the brim with futilities. And he thought he was strong. The angel on his shoulder had told him that he'd survive but missed that possibility by a large number. It was cool, all okay. Not like he was entirely falling apart.
Why did he leave the splendorous, speckling and supernovatic Ollie? He did not know. All he knew that when supernovas are born, they slowly transform into a black hole destructing and swallowing everything near their event of horizon. After that, it dies. Oliver was a blazing magnificent star who was still too young to die and Alexander thought of it as his epiphany. When good happened to him, it ended grotesquely. He wanted blood and broken bones, not love and happiness. Happiness was a concept until Oliver glided into his life and he couldn't stop smiling. He shouldn't smile. He should mourn his dead family and murdered brother. He didn't deserve all that love. It's too much for a filthy and vain soul like him. He wished to leave for the outer space but Oliver kept him gravitated. He is silently slipping back in to the world where his dreams and memories are blurried into one.
