The Ashzera Attic

Week 1: Write a story featuring all the colors of the pride flag.

„Pink. You know that pink was originally on the flag but it was scrapped because fabric was epensive back then?”

Christian looked up from his book to see his boyfriend pointing at a pink piece of glass decorating the window.

„What in the world are you talking about, Mason? What flag?”

„Pride flag, of course! It’s June already! Oh, and here’s red. Pink symbolizes sexuality, it’s not on the modern one but who cares, pink is awesome. And the red signifies life. Pretty universal but I think it’s pretty hilariously on point for us even more so than everyone else. Well, you.”

„What, because vampires drink blood?” Christian raised an eyebrow at Mason’s pleased, smug smile.

„Exactly. Next we have orange. This kinda looks like orange? Or maybe it’s just rust seeping onto the glass but it looks orange so it’s cool. Orange is for healing.”

„Why are you even doing this?”

Mason ignored his question and continued examining the window. Here’s yellow. It’s kinda white-ish yellow but yello stands for sunlight too so whitish yellow works. Sun’s pretty bright.”

„Like you.”

„I will pretend I didn’t hear that. Green, right here. It means…”

„Let me guess! Nature.” Mason stuck his tongue out at him and Christian closed the book, now intrigued at where this was going.

„Next, we have blue. Originally there was a lighter blue too. The indigo means serenity and light blue… magic.”

Christian flicked some sparks at him in amusement.

„Not quite my color though. Blue would be more Lissa’s thing I guess.”

„Is spirit blue? Wouldn’t that be like, transparent?”

Christian shrugged.

„I have no idea. Water’s blue but all water users we know are assholes.”

Mason looked back at the stained glass window.

„Well, the last color is purple, right here, and it actually signifies spirit on the pride flag so we can say purple works for Lissa, and blue is not that contradictory for fire? I mean, the hottest flames burn blue, don’t they?”

He left the window and alone and joined Christian in the chair, plopping himself in his boyfriend’s lap.

„Kinda like you’re the hottest flame around.”

Christian lip quirked.

„Alright, Casanova. And what was the point of this queer history lesson?”

„Why, it’s pride month, of course!” He grinned. „I’m checking if there’s all the colors of the rainbow in the window so we can shine a huge light through it and make it into a blaster ray that will turn everyone gay!”

(ooof it’s really been A While, let’s see how well this turns out!)

17: tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt

Rose and Mason were studying late. Or rather, Mason was trying to study. Rose spent most of her time complaining that what they were studying here was completely unnecessary and a waste of time. Sighing, Mason got up to get them both fresh energy drinks – they already had a gathering of empty cans at their feet. He went to the fridge and got two nice, cold canes, but he didn't make it back to Rose, because on his way he passed the couch on which his boyfriend was sleeping. Not that he had noticed that; he'd thought Christian had gone to bed hours ago. Instead, it seemed that his Moroi had fallen asleep on the couch. Now, however, he was reaching out to grab the bottom of Mason's shirt in passing and hold onto it, stopping Mason from passing him.

“Hey there, babe, you should go to bed,” Mason's voice was soft and low.

Instead of answering, Christian simply tugged on his shirt again, tilting his head up to look at him. Those eyes. The pretty heterochromic eyes, all large, with his eyebrows drawn up. The perfect puppy pout. Seized his heart right away. Mason could not deny those eyes anything. Again, a tug. Grinning softly, Mason carefully made his way to sit next to Christian's head. The brunette looked very pleased by that, lifting his head up to rest it in Mason's lap, closing his eyes.

“Someone's cuddly,” teased Mason with a grin.

“Shut up,” Christian grumbled a little and buried his face in Mason's stomach.

Laughing, Mason reached out to run his fingers through soft, brown locks. The Moroi on his lap relaxed at that and slowly fell asleep again under the motion. Mason's eyes softened as he watched his boyfriend fall asleep. Having been isolated and alone for so long, Christian wasn't very good at asking for affection and he wasn't very used to it either. It took Mason a while to  make Christian rely on him for comfort like this. And though expressing his needs with words was still not something Christian liked doing, he had come to ask in different ways, like this.

“Mason? Where—Oh, of course did Prince Not-So-Charming steal you,” Rose rolled her eyes.

Mason narrowed his eyes at her, gently pulling his boyfriend closer. Christian snuggled closer to him, making a content, little sound. It melted Mason just a tiny bit.

“Urgh. Stop making heart-eyes at your boyfriend, it makes me want to barf.”

“Well, you're free to go back to your own room. It's late anyway. Call it a night,” suggested Mason.

Rose sighed and waved a hand. “Fine, fine. Got a Moroi of my own waiting for me.”

9: a kiss…in public.

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WhenRose had returned to school with her princess girlfriend, Masonhadn’t expected that to somehow to lead to Mason getting a boyfriend.But Lissa befriended recluse, grumpy and very gorgeous ChristianOzera and somehow, the four of them became friends and started tohang out, until Mason finally found the courage to ask Christian out.

Now,when doing so, Mason had been fully prepared that they would be avery private couple; after all Christian was a very private person.And Mason was absolutely going to respect that.

ChristianOzera was a very affectionate person… once he warmed up tosomeone.

That hadbeen an interesting thing to learn and Mason had been quite startledat first. Christian would casually lean into him, hold his hand, whenit was just the four of them, Christian would even cuddle up toMason, throw his legs over Mason’s lap, rest his head on Mason’sshoulder.

Masonwas by no means complaining – he absolutely loved it. Heloved getting to cuddle Christian during movie nights with the girls,he loved how much Christian seemed to seek his affections. And hesupposed, it made sense. Christian had spent years isolating himselffrom others; ever since his parents had died. He had no family tospeak of, no friends. To put it simple, he was touch-starved andMason was more than happy to provide Christian with all thegentleness he had missed out on.

What washowever a real surprise was that Christian didn’t seembothered by public displays of affection either – holding handswhen on the way to class, leaning against him and closing his eyesduring the more boring classes and even… kissing. In public.

Thefirst time that happened, Mason was left staring dazed at hisgorgeous boyfriend. Mason and Rose were on their way back fromtraining when they crossed paths with Christian, who seemed to be onhis way to his next magic class. When he spotted Mason, he smiled andderailed just enough to reach them, grab Mason by the jacket and pullhim down into a kiss. It was brief and chaste, just the cold softnessof Christian’s lips against his. As quickly as they had come, theywere gone.

“Gottahurry. I’m already late. I’ll see you later?”, asked Christian.

“Y…Yeah, Chris… bye, Chris”, nodded Mason slowly, looking dazed.

“Youknow, I didn’t know that the ‘P’ in PDA actually stands for'Prince’… Princely Displays of Affection”, offered Rose with ateasing smirk, nudging Mason.

“Oh,shut up, Hathaway”, grumbled Mason, trying to cover his blush.“Unless you want retaliation the next time you play with Lissa’shair like a damn Disney princess…”

Mason’seyes though were on Christian’s retreating form.

book meme | [5/5] FRIENDSHIPS → Mason & Eddie (Vampire Academy)

Or set himself on fire.

This ended up longer than a Tumblr drabble has any right to be. *sigh*

Also, I wouldn’t say it’s a medieval AU in the end. It’s somewhere between medieval AU and modern royalty Au because clearly I cannot write medieval AU anymore… Too long since I had practice with Merlin fics. 

Also I wanted King Dominic in glasses, sue me.

Enjoy!

He closed the curtains, aware the sun would soon be up, ready to attack Christian’s delicate skin, and tiptoed upstairs to the guest bathroom to not wake Christiann up as he showered. 

There were perks to being engaged to a prince, and being filthy rich turned out to be one of them. Both of them were honesty quite surprised when they realized, after graduation, the saldo of Christian’s account, but they made good use of it, buying a house for themselves that they made into a home. 

When Mason showered and changed he went back down to check on his Moroi only to be met with a white fluffball barking at him on the bottom of the stairs. He laughed quietly, petting the dog who easily wormed his way into his heart (not just because it made Christian happy) and noticing despite losing his canine pillow, his fiance was still blissfully asleep.

But by now Mason had learned his lesson and kept all snoring incidents to himself.

He stayed in the doorway for a long moment, just watching his lover sleep peacefully. Sherlock all the while, not getting attention because Mason‘s attention was now on Christian, waddled back to the couch and jumped onto it (he needed three attempts. Short legs and general… awkwardness. Seriously, Mason had gotten the clumsiest dog possible. Thankfully enough, Christian found that endearing.). Carefully, Sherlock nudged Christian’s arm and crawled back under it, curling together against the Moroi’s chest.

“Sher, watch it with the tail…”, grumbled Christian sleepily as the dog’s tail tickled his nose.

“Hey, babe”, whispered Mason gently, approaching his lover. “Wanna go to bed together, or are you comfortable here?”

“Daga, come to bed!”

“Yeah, coming…” *mom keeps sleeping on the couch, followed by my dad making ME deliver her to bedroom*

Mason stood there, watching Christian for another while, a dopey grin on his face as he just took in every detail of the lean body sprawled on the couch, even as Howlmes jumped, or rather tumbled off, falling behind the couch and crawling from underneath it.

Turning back to look at Mason gave up, opening mouth indignantly when Christian snored again and turned on the side.

This was a lost cause.

“…You just wanted me to carry you to bed, didn’t you?”, grunted Mason in realization.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”, hummed Christian in denial.

Sighing, Mason sat down on the bed himself, the Moroi still in his arms. Christian gladly adjusted to sit more comfortably in his fiance’s lap.

“I love you”, whispered Mason gently, pressing a kiss to Christian’s temple.

And that he was engaged. 

To Mason Ashford. His amazing man. His fiance. The love of his life. The first person in more than a decade to love him, and love him unconditionally. Mason gave him so much. He gave him love, but he gave Christian life. A purpose, a meaning. 

He never thought what he was going to do after he graduated, half conscious of the fortune and the possibility to just hide somewhere and keep living his life the way he lived through the school. In the library, looking out of the window with silence as his only companion. 

But Mason didn’t just give Christian himself, he made sure Christian made friends, he helped Christian find his confidence and see joy in life again.

Mason was… amazing.

Mason, half-asleep, stirred at the sound of his lover’s voice. “What did you say?”

“Nothing”, mumbled Christian embarrassed, leaning up to peck Mason’s lips. “Go back to sleep, Red.”

Daaaw. xD