#sashazop

“You are more important than a thing!” “You just... you just like yelling at people, don’t you, Grizzop?”

(both? both. both is good)

21. holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall - Sasha & Grizzop

“Sash!”

Sasha turns, watching Grizzop stumble away from her and towards a wall that’s slightly taller than he is. He scrambles up, unsteady with booze and good humour, laughing to himself as his foot slips on the lack of purchase, before he manages to steady himself.

“What are you doing?” She calls, wandering over slowly and measured, because it’s the only way the world stops spinning. 

“Look!” He calls, setting his feet perilously close to the edge of the wall and walking along it like one of those circus performers that they saw the other night. They’d looked so cool and she hadn’t been able to stop staring, even when Grizzop nudged her in the ribs and made fun of her for finding their competence hot.

Of course she’d found it hot that they were good at what they do.

It’s why they’re together, isn’t it?

“Look at me Sash.” Grizzop crows, eyes fixed steadily on his feet. “Look, I’m so fucking nimble.”

She laughs, the sound bubbling out of her more freely than it used to. It means that people look at her, but she doesn’t mind. Watching Grizzop is miles better than worrying about that.

“You really are. Who taught you?”

He grins at her. “The best person I know.”

Lovely though it is to hear, Grizzop looking at her is a mistake as his foot slips off the edge of the brick, sending his arms cartwheeling as he tries to regain his balance. Sasha darts forward, fast and worried, and catches his hand, helping him to straighten up. 

Once he does, she doesn’t let go, holding his hand tight in hers and walking with him as he balances his way to the end of the wall and jumps down with a little flourish.

“Thanks.” He breathes, not letting her hand go.

“Anytime.” She replies, the truth of it settling heavy in her gut alongside the alcohol. “Anytime, yeah.”

12. possessive hand-holding - Zolf & WIlde

He hadn’t thought much of it when Oscar handed him the invitation. A party, some sort of high society ridiculousness that Oscar felt like it would be a good idea for them to attend. 

It doesn’t much matter to Zolf one way or the other. Oscar doesn’t expect him to suddenly turn into a different person for the evening, if anything he enjoys the fact that Zolf doesn’t buy into any of the bullshit. And Zolf gets to see Oscar dressed to the nines, with the knowledge that he can bring him home after and ruin it.

As far as parties go, though, this one is awful.

The music is bad, the food is worse and the only saving grace is the booze. No one’s dancing, so Zolf makes do with getting progressively drunker as Oscar talks to people that even he admits not to know, once they’ve wandered away.

He excuses himself to go to the bathroom at one point, splashing cold water on his face to sober himself up just a bit. He doesn’t want to actively embarrass his partner. That’s not alright.

By the time he wanders back through to the party, Oscar isn’t alone. 

A man, very handsome looking (he supposes), is standing entirely too close to Oscar to be appropriate. No one else would know from looking, but Oscar’s barely holding back his disgust, the smile that’s painted across his features entirely too wide and not reflected in his eyes.

He’s holding his glass of champagne with his left hand, his ring glinting happily, but the man seems entirely unconcerned, leering at Oscar like he’s a piece of meat.

No one’s allowed to do that but him.

He walks over, steady steps and resolute set of his shoulders, then reaches out to take hold of Oscar’s free hand and twines their fingers together tight. 

“Alright.” He says to the man as a greeting. “Fancy backing up a bit? Nice to let people breathe, isn’t it?”

The man frowns, looking between Zolf and Oscar with confused blankness. Then his face splits into a broad, unpleasant smile. “Him? Oscar, really.”

“Yes, Robert, really.” Oscar smiles, serene and satisfied. “In every measure, he is a greater man than you.”

Oscar chuckles when Robert’s face turns dark and the man storms off, eventually looking down at him. With a quiet sigh Oscar leans in and kisses him, humming when he snarls into it a little.

“Are you going to let go of my hand?” Oscar asks, once he pulls back.

Zolf smiles. It’s not a nice smile, but Oscar doesn’t seem to mind. “No.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam/Sasha Racket Characters: Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam, Sasha Racket Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Ancient Rome Sidequest (Rusty Quill Gaming), Clothing, Memories, Past Grizzop/Vesseek Summary:

This is more mutual vulnerability but I hope it fits what you were looking for friend!

22. grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

45. comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

He's running so fast that he's almost worried his feet won't be able to keep up. Ahead of him, Sasha is moving through the shadows with the grace of a ballet dancer and he just needs to keep up. She could lose him so easily. 

He likes that challenge. 

She stops briefly at the edge of a roof, peering into the street below and then leaping graceful as anything to the next one. She lands in a patch of moonlight and he gasps at the sight of it - it feels like his Lady is there, keeping her safe. 

He follows after her, shorter but springier and clears the gap easy enough. Sasha looks up at him and grins, so happy and bright and alive that he can't help but beam back at her.

Astounded. 

Smitten. 

He watches her face twist in confusion and then she's reaching for him, winding her hand with his and jerking him forward into the shadow of a chimney, the pair of them hunkering down in its protection. 

He should ask her. What she saw. But he can't tear his eyes away from the way her fingers engulf his, petite and quick but longer than his, ending in blunt nails not sharp claws. He glances up to find her staring at them too, her eyes wide and curious as she weighs the weight of his palm against hers. 

Without speaking, she exhales slowly and then slots her fingers between his, gripping him tight. 

“There's a bloke.” She whispers. “Trailing us. Didn't see him til now. Distracted.”

“Yeah? By what?” He breathes. 

“You, you arse.” She chuckles. “Doesn't seem fair to tease him. Let him think he's got us scared.”

“If he thinks that, he's an idiot.” Grizzop snickers. “What do you think? Pincer movement?”

“Nah. You're sticking with me.” She mutters, squeezing his hand for effect. “Back me up when he's distracted by my knives?”

“Always.” He says, and it sounds too much like a confession. Sasha doesn't mention it, but she does give him one of her shy little smiles, and he loves those. 

“Alright. After three…”

She disappears into the night as soon as the last word is out of her mouth. His hand tingles as he draws back the bowstring, and long after they've finished rifling through his pockets. 

“Let's get back.” Sasha says, holding out a hand and wiggling the fingers. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam & Sasha Racket, Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam/Sasha Racket Characters: Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam, Sasha Racket Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Ancient Rome Sidequest (Rusty Quill Gaming), Developing Relationship, (can be read as romantic or platonic) - Freeform, Mild Gore, Grief/Mourning, Hopeful Ending, Grizzopweek2021 Summary: