#femmechester

https://archiveofourown.org/works/68798991

literally the entire last 24 hours since we got the photo has been “REMEMBER WHEN WE GOT COLBY KELLER FOR A GISHWHES ITEM” every five goddamn minutes

(art in no way endorsed by the author. i just really like the fic!)

uh YEAH do i look like i fuck around????

i, uh, might love this fic a little too much?????

He has the most beautiful voice Chuck's ever heard. He stands out from the other vocalists, not only because he's tall but because he's the only human in it. Accompanying him are a Domeran and a Voolcid. They don't hold Chuck's attention as easily, though. He never was very into inter-species relationships. But the tall one. His mighty sideburns cut across his cheeks, and as his mouth forms a perfect O, they seem to dance. Fuck, his mouth is huge. Fuck. He could probably - He shakes himself out of his fantasies as the platform performers fall silent. Applause rings out from the other beings who stopped to listen to the street opera. As the three vocalists bow and a fourth comes around with a hat to collect money, Chuck realizes he should clap too. He does so, probably way too enthusiastically. When the collector reaches Chuck, Chuck stares at him - he's human and not unhandsome - for several long moments. "Gonna put out, pal?" the collector asks, shaking the hat. Coins clank together inside. "I saw the way you were looking at them. Come on." With an apologetic crease of his brow, Chuck rummages through his pockets until he comes up with a few coins and a lot of lint. "Here you go," he says. "Sorry." "No worries, buddy. Have a good day." He claps Chuck on the back before moving on. The crowd has dispersed now that the show is over, but Chuck has a feeling the opera will start up all over again. Maybe with a new performance. After all, one performance cannot sustain four people. Platform performers like them would have to do multiple performances every day. For now they are taking a water break. The Domeran and Voolcid are engaged in conversation, while the human watches the collector. Chuck doesn't realize he's walking toward him until their feet are only a meter apart. He stops. "Um," he says, at a loss. Wow, this guy is tall. It almost hurts Chuck's neck to look up at him. He takes a step back, but that doesn't help much. "Good - good job." The man smiles and holds out his hand. Chuck reaches for it, grabs it, and shakes it. The tall man's firm grip squeezes all coherent thought out of Chuck's brain. The tall guy says some words, and then says, "I'm Sam." "Chuck," Chuck says and realizes he's still shaking Sam's hand.

for @femmechester <3

Thank you darling!