HAYTHAM AND ZIIO HOLDING HANDS
HAYTHAM AND ZIIO GIVING LIGHT KISSES ON EACH OTHER
HAYTHAM AND ZIIO HUGGING
HAYTHAM AND ZIIO SHARING A BLANKET
HAYTHAM AND ZIIO
but morning person + not morning person could make the worst (or maybe the best?) otp
"Gooooood morning dear :)" "fuck you and everything you stand for"
The first time I say I love you, your face
crumbles. You look at me
the way man stares in terror
at the stars and the sea.
You grasp your head, fist
your hair, hiss, whisper why me
why me I am weak I am
dirt I am dust I am
Why you? Because
the earth is made of dust
and dirt and you are as
essential to me as earth
is to sky; you give me something
to set my sun against.
The dirt and the dust are not
weak. I could build a house
out of you; you are the roof
when I rain.
YOU KNOW THEY’RE YOUR OTP WHEN THEY STAND NEXT TO EACH OTHER AND YOU CAN’T CALM DOWN
It’s funny, but the memory he torments himself with after she dies isn’t the way she looked on her knees, wringing his orgasm out of him with a rough hand and a clever tongue. It isn’t the way her breathing changed when she got close or how soothingly cold her naked skin felt against his heat. No, what he remembers about the night before Ilos is how she looked asleep beside him, the way she still scowled even in dreams. How a rebellious piece of her hair escaped her bun and drifted over her cheek, and how she sighed when he brushed it away with his thumb. How it felt terrifying and important and dangerous and a lot of other things he couldn’t put a name to at the time.
If he could send a message back in time, he’d- no, he probably couldn’t save her. He’s realistic, even in his fantasies. She’s gone and no prescient heroics could have changed that.
He would tell himself to stay awake.
pairings where they “hate” each other but would be devastated if anything happened to one another aRE MY FUCKING WEAKNESS
WhEN yOuR OTP MAKES YOUr hEArt dO THE tinGLY TINgly
one of my favorite things about the rivals-to-lovers trope is when one of them, at the beginning of their relationship, grumbles about how much they hate the other person’s awful face and i sort of cackle to myself like, oh man. you’re going to have it so bad. it’s going to be so great. you are going to love the CRAP out of that awful face. you’ll be composing delicious, pining, sappy sonnets about it. i love it.
yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore
like 85% of the pairings i like tbh
You make the loneliness all just disappear
Imagine your OTP are on a horse or motorcycle together. The constant movement and touching is getting them kind of excited…