Story: Poetry Within
Universe: Shane Acker's 9
Relationship: 9x7
Genre: fluff and romance
(WARNING!!!: CONTAINS FLUFF AND ROMANTIC MOMENTS!!!)
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The sky was completely gray, expecting some rainy weather. Droplets began pouring down in the Emptiness. 9 stood against the damp wood with his arms crossed in the darkness, watching the rain and thunder starting to boom loudly, and he was 20 feet from home. The stitchpunk sighed as he continued watching the rain drops pounding the ground.
"Staring at the weather, huh?" A female voice questioned the young man.
9 turned his head behind him. It was 7, who putted on a smile, both a smirk and a sweet smile combining together.
"Is that what you do every single morning you wake up?" She asked her lover.
9 formed a smile on his face.
"Of course it is." He said softly "I've always wanted a calm and peaceful morning like this, even the sound of the calming rain."
7 giggled, walking towards the young man, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving him a warm, sweet smile. 9 gave his mate a smile back.
"I'm sure you do." 7 said.
9 chuckled at her words, still smiling. "Whatcha up to?" He asked.
7 sighs calmly and replied "Nothing much… the twins are reading, 6 was drawing, 5 is working on the blueprint with 2 on an experiment, 1 is still sleeping, ShadowSilver is singing somewhere and 8 is… I-I don't know…"
9 chuckles, smiling. 7 smiled back, sighing calmly. 9 sighs tiredly and relaxed on the wood. 7 looked at him curiously as she drew close to him, wrapping her arms around him and placed a hand on his chest. 7 gazed up at her mate, still puzzled at his expression.
"You okay, my love?" she questioned him.
9 looked down at her, sighing all weary. "Nothin', just bored."
"Well," 7 began softly "what do you want to do?"
"I don't know." 9 said cluelessly "I should write something. I'll be back."
"Oh, uhh… okay." 7 said as the male stitchpunk left, leaving the female ragdoll to stare at the raindrops. 7 sighed, thinking of 9, possibly worrying over him, but she shouldn't be. All she can do is just let him do what he needs to do, and she won't stress over everything (well… almost).
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12 hours later…
In their bedroom, 9 was sitting at his desk, having been writing his poems the whole entire day and working until the night. He had over hundreds pages of his poetries he had written inside the drawers, and on his desk, a bit messy. 9 thought about putting them all in one book sooner or later. William Shakespeare is his inspiration, and his favorite poet and playwright. 9 had read his books, play scripts, and many poems he had written in the 16th and 17th century. 9 was introduced to the works of William Shakespeare by the twins as they researched one of the books about the Renaissance poet, and ShadowSilver has a really good taste in Shakespeare's writing and plays. 9 had been pushing himself to become a poet to write the meanings of life. He even has the paintings of Shakespeare on the walls.
9 dipped the tip of the feather (his writing tool) and finished writing his poem.
This is what he had written:
"When there is the sound of raindrops, that is the tears of many angels…
When there is the light of the sun, that is the blessing of an angel that will bless any individual for their development of any…
When there is many stars in the night sky, there will be a place for a better tomorrow…"
9 letted out a sigh. As he got up, he heard a familiar voice.
"Heyo."
The young stitchpunk jumped a small bit and turned to who he heard. It was 7, again. 9 sighed of relief, thought it was someone else.
"Oh! 7!" He said "I thought you're someone else."
7 laughed at his words and replied "No, it isn't, silly. Who else would it be?"
"You scared the hell out of me, woman!" 9 said, chuckling.
7 giggles with a smug smile on her face "Sorry about that."
9 smiled back, and grabbed his page, looking as embarrassed as he is for being startled in front of the love of his life. 7 looked at 9's desk, seeing all his pages of his poems lying around everywhere, not noticing the others were in the drawers.
"9," she began saying, smirking at her lover "dude, you seriously need to clean this desk. There are pages of your written poems everywhere like if a bad storm happened and it caused a major disaster."
9's eyes widen at 7's words, then chuckled embarrassingly, blushing.
"Heh heh, yeah…" the young stitchpunk said "I thought about putting them all in one book for everyone to read. Even ShadowSilver would since she likes reading."
7 still smirked, and chuckled.
"At least I still have the pages inside the drawer." 9 added.
7 sighed and said "Mhm.. and you probably won't fit in one book since you had like, over hundreds of pages."
9 chuckled. "Then I will create two books, then!" He declared.
7 chuckled, and looked at all of William Shakespeare artworks on the walls that 9 had kept. "Hmm. Kept all the artworks of this man?" She asked.
"Yep!" 9 said "I got inspired by all William Shakespeare's poetry writing, his books and plays. He is an inspiration."
7 chuckled, and added "Sure he is."
"The twins introduced me to him in one of the books." The young male stitchpunk said.
"Ahh…" 7 said, nodding "makes sense."
The male stitchpunk smiled, and the warrior grabbed his page from his hands and read what 9 had written, and seemed impressed in a loving way.
"You write so beautifully, 9." 7 said "ShadowSilver would be impressed, too."
9 chuckled at her words. "Yeah, she will. Maybe she can read it to 5 or her father."
7 giggled at his words. "I bet she would." She said.
9 smiled, walking around 7 and holding her hand, twirling her around.
"Oh! 9?" the female questioned him "What are you-?"
"What thou think I amst doing?" 9 said in a Shakespearean language, wrapping his one arm around 7 while having his other arm around her back and holding her hand "Hmm? Maybe thou can dance with me till the moon lits."
"Are you speaking Shakespearean?" 7 asked as 9 twirled her around as they danced lightly.
"Uhh… yeah?" 9 replied "Because why not? I thought a good Shakespearean language could fit our evening dance just fine."
7 looked nervously, looking at the ground, then to 9, smiling. "Okay. If you say so."
9 chuckled as the couple danced "I thought thou would like it."
7 chuckled as they danced. That was until they heard a door knock.
"Hey. Anybody in there?' A voice said.
9 and 7 looked over at the door, and they withdrew from each other.
"Oh!" 9 said "I wonder who it was?"
The male stitchpunk went to the door and answered. It was ShadowSilver, his sister-in-law.
"Oh!" 9 said with a smile "Hey, Shads! What's up, girl?"
"I was just wondering what are you doing." the pink haired girl said "You have been writing poetries all day?"
"Yep!" 9 replied "Wanna see them? I have, like, hundreds of pages of my poems I will put into some books soon, and I'll let you read them as soon as I'm done."
"Of course!" ShadowSilver said "Let me see what you have written."
9 laughed as the princess entered the bedroom to read all her brother-in-law's poems, feeling inspired and loving his poems (not even minding the mess as long as she doesn't lose them).
"Told you you have to clean the mess." 7 said with a smirk.
9 turned to his lover and said "As she doesn't lose them, it'll be fine if I put them in the books."
"Those are beautiful, 9." ShadowSilver said, and the lovers turned to her "You're an amazing poet…"
9 blushed, chuckling. ShadowSilver then looked at all of the William Shakespeare artworks, seemed impressed and felt inspired.
"Wow," the girl said "this man writes beautiful poets and books."
"Yep!" 9 said "I've been reading his books ever since the twins showed him to me."
ShadowSilver giggled, and said before leaving "Welp, I'm going to bed. You two love birds have a good night."
9 and 7 chuckled as ShadowSilver left the room. 7 drew closer to her lover, hugging him and they both drew closer. The lovers looked into their eyes and then shared a romantic kiss, their hearts soared warmly. After a long kiss, 9 and 7 drew closer into a hug, thinking about the night they had spent.
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1 hour later…
The couple were in their bed, laying awake. 7's head and hand were placed on 9's chest, could hear nothing but his breathing and his heartbeat. The male stitchpunk had his hand on his mate's head.
7 sighed and asked "9? Do you think ShadowSilver will be impressed with the book you'll put your poems into?"
9 sighed with a smile "She will. She read all my poems, and they will all be in my books. She will be reading them."
The young man gave a soft sigh. 7 sighs as well, smiling. 9's heartbeat and his breathing had lulled her to sleep. 9 looked down at the sleeping woman, smiling as he watched her sleep. He laid his head on 7's, falling asleep.
"My beautiful 7…" 9 whispered as he drifted off.
7 gave a sigh, smiling in her sleep as she heard him. The lovers then drifted into sleep for the night.
The end
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This fanfic is (also) written in July
This was originally gonna be displayed in August, but I decided to do it early for a VERY long Halloween fanfic *drops to the floor, producing head, hand and neck ache*
But hey, as I'm writing fanfics, I can display them all in one day without having them ported late :D!!!!
9x7 is my favorite ship :3, so it took me an opportunity to write 9x7 fanfics as of others had them as well :) And will thou be impressith? I hopeth thou doth!
Alright, alright lol
What y'all think?
Stitchpunks 7-9, mentioned stitchpunks and 9 belongs to Shane Acker, Tim Burton, Timur Bekmambetov and Focus Features
ShadowSilver and story belongs to me (SuperShadowSilver)
No copyright infringement is intended