One can never have enough Snow/Hope
First off I would like to apologize again for my lack of consistency and postings... it kinda seems to come with the territory of studying and researching, and other college-y things. Sooooo, yeah -_-;;; sorry *ducks*
Title: Tutoring VI
Fandom|Pairing: FF13|Snow/Hope... never give up, never surrender! No sacrifice, no victory! And all that jazz... =3
Rating|Warning: PG-13, yep, older!Snow developing romantic feelings for teenage!Hope... yes, boys liking boys, bwahahaha? yay ^_^
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Disclaimer: Not my characters... Snow would have a massive crush on 24-year-old Hope if they were mine OwO;;; ooh, but who really knows? *hides*
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"Snow?"
Snow, still in the process of pulling on his boot, wobbled dangerously before sighing and letting his foot fall back down as he stooped over to shove his heel down while tugging the footwear upwards. "Yeah?" he then asked, straightening up, as he reached for his backpack.
Serah giggled, and clasped her hands in front of her, smiling prettily. "Remember that Lightning's birthday is tonight, so can you try to come by a little earlier?" she asked sweetly.
She said it innocently enough, but Snow couldn't help feeling a little guilty that Serah had to make the request at all. But then again, she probably noted Snow's new strange habit of turning up late so often... and only on certain days of the week. Rubbing the back of his head, Snow shot her a grin, "definitely... uh, six tonight?"
Serah shook her head, and her smile faltered a bit, "five actually," she corrected.
"Oh," disappointment very carefully weasled its way into his chest, but Snow managed to maintain his casual smile. "Right, five... I will be here at five pm."
Serah brightened, "do you promise?"
Again, guilt and disappointment settled uneasily in his chest, as Snow struggled not to appear hesitant. He always tried to keep his promises, and so far his track record on promise-keeping was flawless, so maybe it wasn't a surprise that Serah genuinely seemed to treasure his word. Licking his lips, Snow then nodded, "I promise, five tonight, and not a minute later," he said firmly.
Serah smiled, and walked up to him, slipping her slender arms around his waist in a loving hug, "thank you," she said softly. "I know you're getting a little tired and kind of distracted lately, with two jobs and everything, but thank you."
Snow helplessly laid his hand over her hair, and frowned inwardly at himself for practically avoiding Serah's affections lately. He forced another grin, "no worries, baby," he said gently. "I'll get everything sorted out, sooner or later."
Serah pulled away slightly, looking up at him with a sincere smile. "Sooner preferably?" she teased.
Snow smiled, "hopefully," he said, then ducked his head to press a light kiss on her forehead. Carefully, he pulled out of her embrace, slinging his backpack up and over his shoulder. He then turned to the door, pulling it open. "I'll see you tonight," he reassured her over his shoulder, briskly making his way over to his motorbike.
"See you tonight," she called.
"Tonight," he affirmed, as he lifted his right leg, and settled onto his bike, while patting his pockets to find his keys.
"Love you."
After a moment of patting and digging in his pockets, Snow found his keys and slid it into the ignition with an air of satisfaction. Then he had to blink, and he glanced at Serah, "huh?"
Serah rolled her eyes playfully, "I love you," she repeated.
"Oh... right, sorry," Snow laughed weakly, turning the key and starting the engine. "Love you too," he called hastily, and with a short wave, he turned and pulled out of the driveway, and headed off for Hope's school.
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"So how goes the rehearsals?" Snow asked.
Hope shrugged, and twirled his pen between his fingers for a moment, before heaving a sigh. And Snow waited patiently, mostly because he knew Hope wasn't one for one-sided conversation and no-word answers. After a few seconds, Hope lifted his head to look at Snow, "some of the girls are getting a little annoyed with me," he admitted.
Snow bit his lip to keep from laughing, as he gave Hope a curious look.
With a small grimace, Hope twisted in his chair to face Snow fully, his knees bumping against Snow's thigh. "I can't deliver my lines with the same 'passion'--" he held up his hands, flexing the index and middle fingers on both of his hands for air quotes, "--that Romeo is supposed to have."
"'Passion'," Snow echoed as he grinned. He kind of figured the production would have that kind of... trouble.
Hope groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he rubbed his thumb against his temple, "don't start..."
"I'm sorry," Snow said, attempting to maintain a look of sympathy but with no avail. "But I did tell you... acting requires... immersion--"
"You're laughing!" Hope pointed out.
"I'm not!"
"You're trying not to!"
That was it, Snow burst out laughing.
"Snow! Don't laugh!" Hope commanded, his own soft laughter lacing his voice. And with both of his hands, Hope grabbed at Snow's arm to give him a shake, "what kind of tutor are you?!"
"Okay okay, I'm sorry... but! But, I did tell you," he reminded Hope lightly. "J-just don't... just don't be Hope when you're saying your lines," Snow said between chuckles.
Hope pursed his lips and glared half-heartedly at him, "oh, that's all?"
"No," Snow smiled, "I mean... I know you don't believe in love at first sight, that you believe getting to know someone is important, but... for the next few weeks, maybe, just maybe you can forgo all that--"
"Nice use of the word 'forgo'," Hope interrupted, smiling wryly.
"--thank you," Snow grinned. "But yeah, just... for the next couple weeks pretend you believe in it," he told him with a casual shrug. "Pretend that you're saying your lines to that incredible someone, who you just feel a real connection with, you know, despite the short time you've spent together."
Hope sighed, releasing his grasp on Snow, and stretched his arm out over the table, leaning over to lay his head against it while watching Snow steadily. "Really?" he asked quietly, "that's all?"
"Can't be that hard, can it? Don't even say it to your Juliet," Snow smiled, "say it to whomever you want."
Hope was silent for a long moment before swallowing, and then he spoke softly. "Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I'll descend."
Snow blinked, and smiled faintly, "not quite what I meant," he said slowly, but he reached over, laying his hand over Hope's hair fondly. "Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo," he recited easily.
Shifting in his chair, Hope turned away and folded his arm, seemingly to hide the lower part of his face in the crook of his elbow, as he swallowed again. "Farewell," he murmured, his cheeks reddening slightly.
"I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee."
Snow furrowed his brow, pulling his hand away as he cleared his throat, while attempting to will his pounding heart to slow down. "O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?" he asked.
"I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come." Hope then laughed almost nervously, and lowered his head, burying his face against his arm.
Managing a small smile of his own, Snow cleared his throat once more, and had to resist laying his hand over Hope's hair again. "So, uh, anyways... not bad, right?" he asked, his voice sounding a little unnatural to his own ears.
"No," Hope mumbled, and turned, warily raising his eyes to meet Snow's gaze; and right then Snow's heart started to jackhammer, as Hope's face reddened again.
"Hope!" Noel suddenly burst into the classroom, "why aren't you answering your cell?" he demanded. Hope had almost jumped to his feet, and Snow's first reaction to the loud interruption was to shove his chair back and away from the table, and from Hope.
Hope grimaced, "Noel, what is wrong with you--?" he started to scold, until Noel rushed over and grabbed Hope's wrist.
"There was an accident," Noel said hurriedly. "Sorry, but you need to come with me to the hospital, okay?"
His soft green eyes suddenly widened, and Hope stood up, "why? What happened? Are they okay?" he asked anxiously.
Noel bit his lip, and glanced helplessly at Snow, before deciding it didn't matter if Snow found out. "Your mom, she's in the emergency room because some moron didn't wanna miss the kickoff," he told Hope quietly.
Hope's hands were already shaking, and he turned to Snow, "Snow..."
With a small but resolute shake of his head, Snow watched Hope steadily, "get going, I'll clean this up," he told him firmly, "go to your mom."
Hope swallowed, and nodded, grabbing his jacket. "Thank you," he said gratefully, and turned to rush out the door that Noel was holding open, and Noel gave Snow an appreciative nod.
And once they were gone, Snow remembered Mrs. Estheim was kind and good-natured, one of those "cool moms" evidently. Frowning, Snow gathered Hope's books, placing them in his backpack, and his jaw tightened. Hope looked ready to cry...
Silently, he looked up at the clock and scowled at it. Releasing a shaky breath, Snow packed up his own things, only to pause again, reluctantly remembering that Lightning's birthday was tonight. And he did promise Serah.
He did.
Until he remembered Hope's frightened green eyes, and trembling hands.
"... sorry," Snow muttered to himself as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, and carrying Hope's bag, he exited the classroom with long purposeful strides.
Still Going
Yep, long time in coming, but I got it done. And knowing this, feeling like it's done, I know for a fact I'll be poking at it probably sooner rather than later O.o;;; ah, the joys of tweaking. Yep.
Love you all, see you when I see you... again, hopefully sooner than later ^^;;;
Title: Tutoring VI
Fandom|Pairing: FF13|Snow/Hope... never give up, never surrender! No sacrifice, no victory! And all that jazz... =3
Rating|Warning: PG-13, yep, older!Snow developing romantic feelings for teenage!Hope... yes, boys liking boys, bwahahaha? yay ^_^
~~~
Disclaimer: Not my characters... Snow would have a massive crush on 24-year-old Hope if they were mine OwO;;; ooh, but who really knows? *hides*
~~~
"Snow?"
Snow, still in the process of pulling on his boot, wobbled dangerously before sighing and letting his foot fall back down as he stooped over to shove his heel down while tugging the footwear upwards. "Yeah?" he then asked, straightening up, as he reached for his backpack.
Serah giggled, and clasped her hands in front of her, smiling prettily. "Remember that Lightning's birthday is tonight, so can you try to come by a little earlier?" she asked sweetly.
She said it innocently enough, but Snow couldn't help feeling a little guilty that Serah had to make the request at all. But then again, she probably noted Snow's new strange habit of turning up late so often... and only on certain days of the week. Rubbing the back of his head, Snow shot her a grin, "definitely... uh, six tonight?"
Serah shook her head, and her smile faltered a bit, "five actually," she corrected.
"Oh," disappointment very carefully weasled its way into his chest, but Snow managed to maintain his casual smile. "Right, five... I will be here at five pm."
Serah brightened, "do you promise?"
Again, guilt and disappointment settled uneasily in his chest, as Snow struggled not to appear hesitant. He always tried to keep his promises, and so far his track record on promise-keeping was flawless, so maybe it wasn't a surprise that Serah genuinely seemed to treasure his word. Licking his lips, Snow then nodded, "I promise, five tonight, and not a minute later," he said firmly.
Serah smiled, and walked up to him, slipping her slender arms around his waist in a loving hug, "thank you," she said softly. "I know you're getting a little tired and kind of distracted lately, with two jobs and everything, but thank you."
Snow helplessly laid his hand over her hair, and frowned inwardly at himself for practically avoiding Serah's affections lately. He forced another grin, "no worries, baby," he said gently. "I'll get everything sorted out, sooner or later."
Serah pulled away slightly, looking up at him with a sincere smile. "Sooner preferably?" she teased.
Snow smiled, "hopefully," he said, then ducked his head to press a light kiss on her forehead. Carefully, he pulled out of her embrace, slinging his backpack up and over his shoulder. He then turned to the door, pulling it open. "I'll see you tonight," he reassured her over his shoulder, briskly making his way over to his motorbike.
"See you tonight," she called.
"Tonight," he affirmed, as he lifted his right leg, and settled onto his bike, while patting his pockets to find his keys.
"Love you."
After a moment of patting and digging in his pockets, Snow found his keys and slid it into the ignition with an air of satisfaction. Then he had to blink, and he glanced at Serah, "huh?"
Serah rolled her eyes playfully, "I love you," she repeated.
"Oh... right, sorry," Snow laughed weakly, turning the key and starting the engine. "Love you too," he called hastily, and with a short wave, he turned and pulled out of the driveway, and headed off for Hope's school.
===
"So how goes the rehearsals?" Snow asked.
Hope shrugged, and twirled his pen between his fingers for a moment, before heaving a sigh. And Snow waited patiently, mostly because he knew Hope wasn't one for one-sided conversation and no-word answers. After a few seconds, Hope lifted his head to look at Snow, "some of the girls are getting a little annoyed with me," he admitted.
Snow bit his lip to keep from laughing, as he gave Hope a curious look.
With a small grimace, Hope twisted in his chair to face Snow fully, his knees bumping against Snow's thigh. "I can't deliver my lines with the same 'passion'--" he held up his hands, flexing the index and middle fingers on both of his hands for air quotes, "--that Romeo is supposed to have."
"'Passion'," Snow echoed as he grinned. He kind of figured the production would have that kind of... trouble.
Hope groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he rubbed his thumb against his temple, "don't start..."
"I'm sorry," Snow said, attempting to maintain a look of sympathy but with no avail. "But I did tell you... acting requires... immersion--"
"You're laughing!" Hope pointed out.
"I'm not!"
"You're trying not to!"
That was it, Snow burst out laughing.
"Snow! Don't laugh!" Hope commanded, his own soft laughter lacing his voice. And with both of his hands, Hope grabbed at Snow's arm to give him a shake, "what kind of tutor are you?!"
"Okay okay, I'm sorry... but! But, I did tell you," he reminded Hope lightly. "J-just don't... just don't be Hope when you're saying your lines," Snow said between chuckles.
Hope pursed his lips and glared half-heartedly at him, "oh, that's all?"
"No," Snow smiled, "I mean... I know you don't believe in love at first sight, that you believe getting to know someone is important, but... for the next few weeks, maybe, just maybe you can forgo all that--"
"Nice use of the word 'forgo'," Hope interrupted, smiling wryly.
"--thank you," Snow grinned. "But yeah, just... for the next couple weeks pretend you believe in it," he told him with a casual shrug. "Pretend that you're saying your lines to that incredible someone, who you just feel a real connection with, you know, despite the short time you've spent together."
Hope sighed, releasing his grasp on Snow, and stretched his arm out over the table, leaning over to lay his head against it while watching Snow steadily. "Really?" he asked quietly, "that's all?"
"Can't be that hard, can it? Don't even say it to your Juliet," Snow smiled, "say it to whomever you want."
Hope was silent for a long moment before swallowing, and then he spoke softly. "Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I'll descend."
Snow blinked, and smiled faintly, "not quite what I meant," he said slowly, but he reached over, laying his hand over Hope's hair fondly. "Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo," he recited easily.
Shifting in his chair, Hope turned away and folded his arm, seemingly to hide the lower part of his face in the crook of his elbow, as he swallowed again. "Farewell," he murmured, his cheeks reddening slightly.
"I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee."
Snow furrowed his brow, pulling his hand away as he cleared his throat, while attempting to will his pounding heart to slow down. "O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?" he asked.
"I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come." Hope then laughed almost nervously, and lowered his head, burying his face against his arm.
Managing a small smile of his own, Snow cleared his throat once more, and had to resist laying his hand over Hope's hair again. "So, uh, anyways... not bad, right?" he asked, his voice sounding a little unnatural to his own ears.
"No," Hope mumbled, and turned, warily raising his eyes to meet Snow's gaze; and right then Snow's heart started to jackhammer, as Hope's face reddened again.
"Hope!" Noel suddenly burst into the classroom, "why aren't you answering your cell?" he demanded. Hope had almost jumped to his feet, and Snow's first reaction to the loud interruption was to shove his chair back and away from the table, and from Hope.
Hope grimaced, "Noel, what is wrong with you--?" he started to scold, until Noel rushed over and grabbed Hope's wrist.
"There was an accident," Noel said hurriedly. "Sorry, but you need to come with me to the hospital, okay?"
His soft green eyes suddenly widened, and Hope stood up, "why? What happened? Are they okay?" he asked anxiously.
Noel bit his lip, and glanced helplessly at Snow, before deciding it didn't matter if Snow found out. "Your mom, she's in the emergency room because some moron didn't wanna miss the kickoff," he told Hope quietly.
Hope's hands were already shaking, and he turned to Snow, "Snow..."
With a small but resolute shake of his head, Snow watched Hope steadily, "get going, I'll clean this up," he told him firmly, "go to your mom."
Hope swallowed, and nodded, grabbing his jacket. "Thank you," he said gratefully, and turned to rush out the door that Noel was holding open, and Noel gave Snow an appreciative nod.
And once they were gone, Snow remembered Mrs. Estheim was kind and good-natured, one of those "cool moms" evidently. Frowning, Snow gathered Hope's books, placing them in his backpack, and his jaw tightened. Hope looked ready to cry...
Silently, he looked up at the clock and scowled at it. Releasing a shaky breath, Snow packed up his own things, only to pause again, reluctantly remembering that Lightning's birthday was tonight. And he did promise Serah.
He did.
Until he remembered Hope's frightened green eyes, and trembling hands.
"... sorry," Snow muttered to himself as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, and carrying Hope's bag, he exited the classroom with long purposeful strides.
Still Going
Yep, long time in coming, but I got it done. And knowing this, feeling like it's done, I know for a fact I'll be poking at it probably sooner rather than later O.o;;; ah, the joys of tweaking. Yep.
Love you all, see you when I see you... again, hopefully sooner than later ^^;;;