(( AN: first off hi! i lit just made this account to publish this [ which i finished like ten mins b4 i made the account ] and since i had fun typing it i decided i would do a few more and see how it goes! this is the only one so far so i didn't know what to tag it as or what characters to add ;u; plus it's my first time using this website for anything other than reading other people's fanfics so!
ill try not to ramble too much here i just wanted to upload this somehwere public and hopefully get some feedback, especially if it's from seasoned writers like i know a lot of ppl are here
i couldnt decide if they should be humanstuck or not so i left out major characteristics to leave it up to the reader :
so well i hope you enjoy and please comment / leave feedback or critique if you can! uvu nighty night! ))
Chapter 1: Roxy [heart] Cronus
His appearance was something you never knew you were into.
On anyone else, his personality would have induced the most violent of hurls.
The way he spoke, the smug tone that dominated his speech with every word, could make anyone cringe.
And yet you found yourself falling harder for him everyday, every minute, every time your name left his lips and kissed your eardrums in his lightly accented voice.
It wasn't entirely your fault, though. While on the surface - and the majority of his core - he was harsh, insensitive, and brutally unpleasant, he harbored manners deep within the depths of his microscopic soul he rarely ever showed. In fact, you recently noticed he seemed to reserve them for you, and only when no one else was around.
When you greet him in your usual manner - loud, but pleasant enough to earn yourself a smile - he returns your pleasantries with a light "Hey," and asks if you're in the mood for something to eat. Of course you're hungry, you say, reminding him you're hungry basically three-hundred percent of the time. He smiles again, this time with a laugh on his lips, and the charm dripping from his gaze is almost enough to make you melt. He takes your hand, the other tucked away in his pocket, and you can't help by trail your bubblegum gaze down the curves of his toned arms, veins gracing the skin and pulsing lightly when he gives your hand a squeeze.
"Pay attention," he teases as you hurry across a crosswalk, and when a car honks in your direction, you both gracefully flip whoever's driving that lunch-wagon the bird and share a laugh over the gesture.
For a large portion of the walk, he's silent, save for a tune he hums every other block or so. You voice a thought that the song sounds familiar to you, you just can't put your tongue on it, and he refreshes your memory with a brief "It's by Ludo."
"Ludo!" you chirp, "Roxy! Aw, you're too sweet for your own good." You give him a playful nudge, and since he returns it, it's obviously on, so you both spend the rest of the walk nudging and poking and rubbing shoulders until his hand leaves yours and his arm is resting comfortably on your waist. Just to get you to stop, he insists, and with a smirk you do the same, claiming it's for the same reason.
Blocks pass before you two reach the restaurant, and the sun assumes a golden glow that reflects off his skin in just the right way, brightening his eyes and emphasizing the one stubborn curl that admittedly makes his gelled coif a tad bit cuter. You reach up to fiddle with the strand, but his mouth interrupts any further movement. His lips mold around yours and you're frozen where you stand, muscles tensed and eyes wide, but within a matter of seconds your eyes flutter closed, and your hand falls to your side where his fingers catch yours. His lips are chapped, but warm against yours, his kiss gentle and sweet and you don't know where you are anymore or what time it is or what your name is, actually, who are you, you don't care, your mind is flooded with bliss and you can hear your heart thudding in your ears.
His foot keeps the door propped open, and you both vaguely make out the irritated shouts of customers inside complaining about the chill creeping into the restaurant, barking at you to get in or shut the door.
But neither of you mind.
