Yang_Yangs



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    The snow is beginning to fall again, in slow drifts, and the flurries melt when they kiss the glass, and it’s magical in a way Reki never imagined anything could be. He glances over at Langa, whose face is close enough that Reki can see the faded scarring on his cheeks, his pale lips with the cupid’s bow in the center that Reki has wanted, for so long, to kiss.

    Langa has always been beautiful, but he looks the most beautiful to Reki when he has that wonder in his eyes, usually at S, and occasionally in the dusky sunset at DopeSketch or on the half-pipe at the skatepark. The way he looks up at the mountains makes Reki’s throat go dry.

    He wants Langa to look at him that way.

     

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    the christmas-in-canada fic nobody asked for, complete with some awkward first kisses, matching pajama sets, too much cuddling by the fireplace, a little mistletoe, and of course, the beloved “there was only one bed” trope <3

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    06 Dec 2021

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    Reki stomps snow into the warm, cozy living room of the cabin, dropping the last of their suitcases into a pile by the door. “That’s all of it!” he cries, peeling off the too-small coat Langa had found for him in the hall closet, throwing one of his gloves at Langa’s chest. Langa blinks and catches it, and Reki huffs out a laugh, ‘cause of course Langa could catch that. Langa could do anything, probably. He’s cool like that. Reki’s cool, amazing, talented, perfect boyfriend, and Reki puffs out another breath, his face already warming up from the rumbling heaters around them. “You gonna give me the tour, Prince Langa?”