Ryden Oneshots

Porphyria's Lover

The weather tonight was frightful: wind was bashing down on the house, battering trees and terrorising the lake.

*

Brendon was sitting in the living room on an armchair when he heard his lover; Ryan, come through the door. Ryan had gone out to a party and Brendon was left alone in the house.

Ryan was wearing his normal coat, scarf, top,  trousers, gloves and shoes. He wasn't dressed formally nor informally.

Brendon could see Ryan from where he was sitting. Ryan was lighting up the fireplace and proceeded to remove his gloves after.

He removed his coat as well (keeping his scarf on, he always wore it) and let his wet curls curl around his face. Once done, he sat beside Brendon and said, "Brendon. Brendon, Brendon?"

When Brendon didn't answer, Ryan grabbed Brendon's arm and started undoing the first few buttons on his top.

Ryan murmured, "I love you," and kept on repeating it quietly. He knew Brendon didn't care all that much: they were lovers and strictly that. That didn't stop him from repeating this short sentence.

Brendon looked down where Ryan began to snuggle in his side and looked down into his eyes. His eyes were hazel-like; they were happy and proud. Ryan loved him.

After a while of staring into Ryan's eyes, Brendon got his index finger and began to twirl the ends of Ryan's scarf around his finger.

Pulling tighter, Brendon began to slowly strangle Ryan with his own scarf. Ryan didn't feel any pain; Brendon was sure of it anyways.

Brendon began to open Ryan's lids as they had began to slip shut and looked deep into his hazel eyes. His eyes bore into Brendon.

Brendon pulled tighter on the end of the scarf and pressed his lips to his lover's cheek. Ryan's cheek blushed brightly beneath Brendon's burning kiss.

He propped Ryan's head upon his shoulder, face still blushing and burning bright.

Brendon now sit with Ryan; aware no one can possibly have Ryan. He's all Brendon's now, and for that, Brendon was full of joy.

*

The night passed, Ryan's lifeless body slumped against Brendon's.

It's been hours and yet God has not said a word.

*
I kinda wrote this but kinda didn't. I made this based on Robert Browning's "Porphyria's Lover" except, it's ryden instead of the original.

I'll make a happy one soon promise, I just didn't have a good day and so my thoughts decided to make a oneshot based on PL, oops.