Additional tags: alternate universe, First Class aged Cherik, the inherent creep factor of walking home alone at night, Cherik is together but they don’t live together yet, gratuitous cuddling, implied future cuddling, I’m back on my fluff bullshit again
Side note: two prompts again. Not quite as long as the last one, but it’s long enough for a cut. Was initially going to be angsty, if you can believe it. However, I can never seem to stop the fluff when I get myself going, lol.
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Charles shuddered and pulled his coat tighter around him. The path through the park was clear enough, but the fog curling around his ankles and through the trees lent everything an eerie feeling. His way was lit by moonlight, also reflecting off the pond to his right, and he counted his lucky stars that tonight’s moon was full.
In any other circumstances - if it was his sister walking home, for example - he might have suggested a different route. Or just tell her to ask for a ride. But Charles was nothing if not stubborn. The early afternoon had been lovely, a perfect autumn day for a walk. Which he had done. But actions have consequences, and he was reaping them now.
Several times throughout, Charles could have sworn he’d seen a shadow in the mist. The vaguest shape of a man. Or a beast. Perhaps a bit of both. He was no stranger to men who acted in a beastly manner. The cold October breeze whipped through, making him pull his coat tighter once again. It was mostly thick, but a bit threadbare in some places. He didn’t want to admit that Erik had been right when he suggested (demanded, more like) Charles buy a new one, but… Erik had been right. I’ll tell him that as soon as I see him again. Good lord, he’ll be insufferable about it.
Something rustled beside him in the underbrush. He froze. After a few seconds, a dark shape darted out. It stopped to look at him, and he let out a nervous breath he’d been holding. Just a cat. Mostly black, but with a few light patches here and there. It made no sound, but stared at him as if daring him to make the first move. Or any move.
“Pardon me,” Charles said and continued walking, giving the animal a wide berth. It stayed there in the middle of the path, watching him, until he had put a few more yards between them. By the time he looked back again, it was gone. He hoped, wherever the cat was heading, that they would be warm and safe. And that a surprise appearance by a small furry creature would be the most excitement he would see on his trek back home.
He turned out to be right. The journey, about ten minutes long post-cat encounter, was delightfully uneventful. The worst thing about it by far was the breeze, sporadic but biting. His hands felt frozen despite him trying to keep them tucked away whenever he could. So much so that he fumbled with his keys on his doorstep, dropping them twice before he managed to find the building key. After that, he made his way through the lobby and up the stairs to his second level flat.
The minute he opened the door, he was hit by a blast of pleasant warmth. The heaters were running. They had been for a while. Charles hadn’t expected this. Nor did he expect a familiar face to poke out from around the corner.
“Erik?”
A smile. “Hello, old friend.”
Charles scoffed at the endearment. Old was hardly a term he’d have used to describe either of them, but the sentiment was one he shared.
“Hello, love.” He hung up his coat before crossing the distance and planting a kiss on the other man’s (warm! So warm!) lips. Erik frowned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
“You’re freezing, Charles!”
Charles could only nod, and tuck his face into Erik’s neck. “‘S cold.”
To his credit, Erik didn’t flinch away from the ice cube of a nose rubbing against his skin. Instead, he pulled Charles closer. “Happy to be your personal heater, of course, but maybe next time you’ll let me come pick you up. Or better still, take your own car.”
Charles shook his head slowly. The feeling was coming back to his extremities, bringing with it pinpricks of tingling sensation. “Want an excuse to cuddle,” he mumbled.
Erik chuckled. “No excuse necessary, liebling. I’d just rather you be warm and comfortable when I stop by.”
“Warmer now.”
It was physically impossible for Erik to pull Charles any closer to him, but by G-d he tried. He’d have carved room into his ribcage just so that Charles would have a space to be safe and cared for forever. He always was the dramatic one between them. With that thought in mind he shifted a little, looking at Charles’ flushed face.
“Come on,” he tugged him towards the sofa. “Sit with me. I’ve got the good blankets. And a book I know you love. Maybe even some tea, if you can stand to be out of my arms for a few minutes?”
Charles considered this. Seemed to find it a good and reasonable suggestion. Nodded.
“Alright then. You go get comfortable. I’ll grab the Earl Grey. And we’ll sit and get you all warmed up together, hm?”
His partner hummed his approval, tilting his head back expectantly. Erik rolled his eyes, but felt a bloom of affection in his chest.
“So demanding,” he deadpanned before leaning down and kissing him again. And again. On the third pass, Charles attempted to deepen the kiss, which Erik allowed. For a moment at least, before pulling back, ignoring the other man’s quiet whine at the loss. “You’re a menace, my love. Still a cold one, though. Go on.”
He pushed a pouting Charles in the direction of the living area, towards the ratty old couch that’s needed replacing for months but they could never seem to find the time. As for himself, he made his way to the kitchen. There was a box of tea in there with both of their names on it, after all.
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Konohamaru was who give Mitsuki the nickname of “Mikki” and the child accept it
Boruto is really jealous, if someone get near or is to friendly with Sarada and Mitsuki he gets pretty angry and he’s way too vocal about that. Boruto hates to get their attention away, if someone dare to do it he will be in bad mood until that person go away
Orochimaru finds hilarious how his son end up with the other two
Sasuke is salty
Naruto is trying to survive
Mitsuki spend more time at the Uchiha’s and Uzumaki’s homes that his own place
Mitsuki believes blindly in Boruto, Sarada and Konohamaru
The chemistry between them was born alone, it does not matter if they are in missions or in daily life, it feels normal to be together.
Mitsuki doesn’t think it's wrong if he sleeps in the same bed as Sarada or Boruto. Sasuke doesn’t think the same
When Mitsuki doesn't understand or doesn’t have something to say, he smiles and always work
Mitsuki supports Sarada’s words not because he wants to make Boruto upset, he does it because she's right (she is always right so Boruto gets grumpy a lot)
Sarada wears the pants in the relationship
The one who become aggressive if the others are attack is Mitsuki
Boruto tries to be always cool, sometimes works with Mitsuki but never with Sarada
“WOW! Big Brother is actually dating!!“
"What are you trying to say Hima?!”
Himawari still doesn't understand the relationship Boruto has, but is pretty supportive
Once the boys wear glasses only for Sarada, she blush so hard all day
Mitsuki’s little snake likes to be with Boruto and Sarada, a lot of people screams when a little white snake appears in their clothes but they find it cute
At the beginning of the BoruSara relationship, no one notices the difference because Mitsuki still meets with them, so everyone thought they were in a "meeting for friends" and not on a date.
Mitsuki uses his long sleeves to hide the others hands when he holds them
Boruto is a romantic and he tried really hard to plan dates or cute things even if he ends up blushing more than the others
Boruto is kinda insecure
Orochimaru likes to tease Sasuke about their children relationship
Sasuke doesn't hate the boys, is just that Sarada is his princess and no one deserves her (not even the Hokage's child and a sanin’s son)
Boruto already have the wedding planed with the help of his parents but don’t tell
"Sarada and her boys” - Chocho everytime everyday
Sakura gives them "the talk" and it was the most awkward thing ever because HER daughter is dating TWO guys.
If you think Sasuke is protective, Log is overprotective af. He already scared Boruto and Sarada to death.
If Boruto gets angry is bad. If Sarada gets angry is bad. If you get Mitsuki angry you are dead.
Hi! And thank you for the prompt. I am in a fluff mood and I wanna write something for my mesmer nb wonder Airondile (in the left) and the Sweetest Ravenant Ever, Violet. They are a bit odd, but adorable and the fluffiest thing since cotton candy (also they are pink, aw yeah)
Edit: oh look, a short fic! :D
Violet is not mine but she has her own tag here!
It was a long time ago, the last time Airon could feel like this. The last time they could feel the sea and all its currents, the dampened current of dragon magic was everywhere, clustered in a claustrophobic crisis of existing without the force that created it. Siren’s Landing felt like ages ago. Another life, another continent, another world.
The endless shimmer of love Tahiel and Galahad shared while dancing in the beach was not there. The calm energy of Commander Steinbrecher was an oxymoron in Orr. The joy emanating from Commander Sirhasi and her human companions, the Family of Four-and-One, was forced while in the ruins. Even the unending light of Gialinn and Giralein was like a firefly, instead of the beacon in the horizon near the bungalow in the end of the bay.
There was, however, something that had not changed. Or better said, someone. Airon knew that if their lightless eyes, black as the endless depths, could be burned once more by the curse of dragon magic, it would not matter. No matter what happened, there would always be a light in the darkness, warm and soft and corageous as the sun at dawn. Violet, the Moon Strider. Dearheart, loved and beloved, she whom loved them deeply.
A shy smile graced their features as Airon moved closer to her, feeling the sweetness of her laughter as a balm for bad memories. Her scent could soothe even the most frayed of nerves, and as every time before that, Airon promised to keep its memory forever ingrained in their mind.
“A silver for your thoughts~“ said Violet, her smile making Airon feel butterflies in their whole being “Did you see something special, Airon?“
“Yes. I have. And I have always been seeing something special“
Violet gasped softly, her eyer opening in surprise “Oh, what is it? Did you see the pattern of magic around the sun? The way the funny magic of others works? Or did you see Mallyx being a meanie with us again?“
“No, is something more beautiful, more interesting and really far more kind than any of that, Vee“ The way in which she went lost in thought was adorable, and they could not help but hug her, taking the chance to whisper in her ear.
“It was you, Vee. It has always been you, even in the worst times, you have always been the star in my eyes, the reason why I have never been truly lost~“
Violet blushed, she got flustered, and finally,she laughed, and her gorgeous laughter was anything but shy.
Pressing soft kisses along Abees roots sprouting from her noggin, he quietly strokes her locks, "A-Bee-Kiss"
Trembling a little from the touch and feel of her antennae, wriggling her hips as she squeals, “A-Ay…don’t..touch there..” The red head wiggles her antennae, face gradually burning a shade of red itself, “Quit it.”
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Quiet, gentle and romantic - Nyariewen - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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Quiet, gentle and romantic
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Summary:
It was probably the quiet, gentle and romantic moment Aziraphale had been waiting for the last sixty years (practically since the church bombing) but, instead of fully enjoying it, he was trying to not freak out.
It wasn't because Crowley was softly snoring on his couch with a little smile on his lips: that had happened many times before (and the angel was sure it would also happen in the future).
The "problem" was that the demon wasn't using his usual cushion to rest his head on: at that moment, Crowley was hugging a pillow that shouldn't exist at all.
