The Perfect Poem (Elliott X Masc Reader)

The Maze

You wake up that morning, to most of your crops already dying. It's the day of Spirits Eve and you and Elliott are planning on spending the whole time together. You're excited, how couldn't you be?

"Y/N, you look distracted." He tells you.

"I am, just a little bit." Your excitement for tonight is amped, it's so hard not for it to be. "I'm excited for tonight." You tell him.

You two laid sprawled out on the sand in front of his cabin. They're setting up in the square right now, so you and him have to stay here until they're done. The event starts at 10 pm. So you two have got a lot of time to waste.

"Ah, excitement. It really is a great thing. I'm happy you're excited." He tells you. You sit close to him.

"Would you do the maze with me?" You ask him.

"As long as we get to mess around." Elliott, despite how grown he is, he's a child at heart. And you love that about him.

What you didn't know, is that he was flirting with you. You had no idea, but he absolutely was.

"Deal." He blushes a little until realizing you probably didn't understand what he meant.

Elliott's pov :)

He sits there, unaware of my true feelings for him and it leaves me longing to tell him.

"Would you do the maze with me?" He asks me, I look over and put on a smile.

"As long as we get to mess around." I responded. Waiting for him to answer he laughs and agrees. I get excited before I realized he didn't understand what I meant by that.

I wanted to hold him, I wanted to keep him safe.

I face forwards, unhappy but still excited to spend all this time with him. Even if he didn't like me, even if I was wrong about him being queer, I still wanted him to be happy. Even if that was with a woman.

I wished, I hoped, that I was right about him being into men. I didn't even know I was until he came into my life. It unveiled something that I had been missing in my writing. Writing heterosexual couples never felt right.

Maybe, as a way to say I like him, I could dedicate my book to him.

"Y/N. What's your favorite book genre?" I asked him. He thinks before turning to me.

"I like romance. I read all sorts of books, but romance is what I read the most of." He tells me. Marvelous.

"I'll keep that in mind." I already have so many ideas.

His hair blew in the salty wind of the ocean, and I couldn't help but admire him. I couldn't help but stare all the time.

Y/N. You're my inspiration.

You always will be.

Back to you.

He asked you your favorite book genre, romance is what you read a lot of. It lets you experience something you never got in your past.

You told him that and he nodded. Saying he'd remember that.

"Is there anything you'd like to do?" He asks you. 

"I enjoy sitting here, but I am hungry. You wouldn't happen to be hiding a kitchen in that cabin, would you?" He grins.

"Maybe a few ingredients, and a hot plate. Canned goods, pots and pans. I cook on the occasion, not enough to have a full kitchen though." You smile.

"That works." You say, before he can do anything, you stand up and walk into his cabin. 

He get's up after you and heads in. 

"Let's see what you've got to work with, writer boy." You say. He rolls his eyes at you jokingly. "Do you just do your dishes in your bathroom sink?" You ask him. 

"Pretty much. I do clothes in the ocean. Despite it being salty, it works." He laughs. 

"Whatever works for you. Let's see what you've got." You open up his pantry, filled with snacks mostly. But there's enough here to make a vegetable stew. You find his hot plate and the pots. 

You cook, you're actually cooking for him. You hope it turns out well. A way to get him to like you would be through his stomach. Good food is amazing.

"What are you making?" 

"A chef's choice for tonight. A nice vegetable stew." You plop things onto a small table beside the pantry door and head back in to grab spices and some herbs to make it taste better. 

"That actually sounds pretty good." He takes a seat on the side of the bed, watching you. 

Elliott's pov, again :D

I watch him move around my cabin, he's so graceful and if I didn't know, I would assume that he lives here with how comfortable he seems in my cabin. 

It gets a little cold so I grab the throw blanket on my bed and wrap it around myself.

"Cold?" He looks back at me with a little bit of worry.

"A little." You were planning on saying something during the festival, but what if you told him now? 

Don't get ahead of yourself, Elliott. You have a plan.

I'll tell him the day of my book signing. I'm already almost finished with the book, I just had to make sure he enjoyed romance novels.

I watch as he catches a glimpse of the scattered pages on my desk. They're out of order with page numbers on the bottom middle of the page. 

"Is this your novel, Elliott?" He asks me. I perk up.

"It is. It's not done yet."

"But it looks like you're making such good progress!" He compliments. 

"Thank you. I think I've finally got it for once."

"I can't wait to read it, Elliott." He tells me.

He shuts the hot plate off and finds some bowls and pours me some. "It's already done?" He nods.

"Once it gets hot it doesn't take long." He says. I take the bowl from him and begin eating. It's fantastic.

"For something that was just thrown together, this is amazing." He smiles. 

"That's what I was going for." He looks out the window. "What time is it?" I glance at my watch.

"It's only nine." I tell him. He nods. 

"Once we finish eating we should head down." I nod, nervous for tonight.

What if I mess something up? 

The festival is bustling, Y/N and I walk through all of the areas together. We grabbed some food before heading into the maze.

It's dark and full of little things meant to scare you. I lead him through, getting lost. I turn left and then right, and it's a dead end. I turn around and we're nose to nose. I hadn't noticed how close he was to me.

The area is secluded and we stand there, looking at each other. He looks worried, or nervous. My hand finds its way to his cheek, "Are you alright?" I ask him. 

I feel his face heat under my hand and he nods. "Actually. There's something I want to talk to you about, but I can't yet." I raise an eyebrow.

"Why not?" 

"I'm not ready. It would be a lot for the both of us to think about, and I'm not ready to worry about that yet." I nod. No matter what it is, if it's that important to him I won't push it.

I remove my hand and kiss his cheek. It was a bold move, but if it's what I think he's talking about, it's a way to tell him that I'm waiting.