#attilathebrawn

[forged-by-desire]

Describe Attila in ten words.

"It’s… rather difficult to describe someone I still barely know…. But I suppose I’ll try."

"I suppose he seems…. adventurous. Strong. Affectionate. He’s a protector. Handy, too. Sensible- well, from what I understand, I suppose he’d have to be, to be in the Silver Squad. Reliable. And- well, I suppose this is going to be a bit of a cop-out, but- he’s particularly good in bed.

[forged-by-desire]

Smiling slightly, Attila let himself into the apartment, humming softly under his breath. Catching sight of the man he'd been looking for, his smile broadened and he crossed to stand behind Hun, leaning in and murmuring into the other man's ear. "I brought you something." Casually, he slipped his arms around his partner, presenting him with a box of candies and simultaneously pulling him into an embrace. He nuzzled Hun's neck, smiling. "Wanna go to that Halloween Dance with me?"

Hun had been in the middle of neatening up- there were some scattered articles of clothing here and there they had apparently missed, the other night- when he felt someone moving behind him; of course, he was pretty sure he knew who it was, considering only one other person lived in the apartment, and he frowned, intent on scolding the other man for missing the fucking socks, though, before he could say anything, Attila offered him a box- presumably of some sort of confection- wrapped his arms around him, and asked him to the Halloween Dance. Fuck. So apparently Attila did want to go. Wellp.

"….I don’t particularly find the idea of a Team social function very appealing," he replied dryly, "but…. it couldn’t hurt, I suppose. Is this a thing we do, every year, then?"

[canthugeverycaturn]

Attila smirked to himself as he situated the helmet on his head, checking his pocket to ensure the key to this operation was still safely within. Seeing it was, he cautiously pressed open the door. Giovanni had granted him this "special mission", and once he heard the details he couldn't resist. Wake Saturn in the most obnoxious way possible? Hell. Yes. He crept into the room, pulling the air horn from his pocket, and knelt down beside the sleeping Galactic. Snickering, he pressed the button

Sleep? Sleep? Saturn didn’t get sleep. Sleep was for lazy mortals who didn’t have an entire organization to run, underlings to keep track of, murderous- or annoying. The two tended to often go hand in hand- Rockets to avoid and many, many other reasons that most people probably would have written off as excuses. Unlike a good portion of the other residents in headquarters, the Galactic Commander didn’t exactly have trouble sleeping, he just didn’t want to. It was a waste. Why take a nap when he could go and get something productive done? It didn’t make sense to him.

He could live on Five Hour Energy until he completed his work. It wouldn’t kill him- probably.

Of course, there were some occasions, rare as they were, when Saturn could actually afford the luxury of sleep. And, after exhausting every other available option- Minecraft, training his Pokemon, reading, surfing the internet for pointless yet fascinating tidbits of knowledge- the Commander would finally allow himself a chance to rest. If only because he had nothing else to do.

Such was one of those rare moments when Attila happened to sneak into his room. Saturn had, unfortunately for him- but quite the opposite for the blonde- forgotten to release one of his Pokemon to keep guard. Despite his time in the group, the Commander still didn’t trust the majority of the Rockets as far as he could throw them.

And then Attila pressed the button and gave him a damn good reason to be so paranoid.

He sat up almost instantly, grabbing the nearest object- an alarm clock. Good thing the blonde brought along that helmet- and whipped it at the source of the noise. Thankfully, his aim was off, and the hunk of plastic, glass and metal hit the wall with an ugly shattering sound, quite possibly leaving a dent behind.

“Fils de garce, qu’est-ce que tu fais ici?”

Not to be deterred, he picked up a nearby book- the Encyclopedia of Space Science and Technology. Light reading before bed, apparently- and threw that at Attila as well, scoring a direct hit.

Really. Really? This was actually happening for-fucking-real?

[forged-by-desire]

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs? {Totally not asking out of a desire for personal gain. Nope. Never.}

of course not why would you be that would be silly hahaha attila why are you looking at hun like that

Hhhhhhhh, to be honest I haven’t really given those much thought, yet. Let’s seeeeeeeeeee….. Starting with the turn-offs, he’s not very fond of rough handling or sextalk, so any sort of s&m is a no-no. Any dirty talk involving the words slut, whore, bitch, or punishment is also a surefire tactic to get a one-way ticket to Couchland. Other than that, any exceedingly major division of power isn’t going to get attila anyone very far, because Hun really does approach relationships treating both parties as equals. not to say he can’t be convinced to roleplay otherwise on that last one of course, he just doesn’t like it in the actual relationship itself

As for turn-ons, it’s actually quite easy to get Hun in the mood? Passionate words purred into his ear, sensual massages, even just the right look from attila his partner is usually enough. After experiencing moments of immense triumph, he’ll be cocky enough it’s funny because gay sex to want to celebrate with attila his partner, and after crushing defeats, it may take more than a little comfort to make him feel better. Hun is a creature of indulgence, after all- if it makes him feel good, he’ll go with the flow.

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Steelshipping Smooches? :3

[attila-the-brawn]

"You didn’t see the class roster that Kaaya sent out?"

"Apparently, teacher wants us to know our classmates."

[canthugeverycaturn]

"Class roster?"

"... No, I wasn't aware of such a thing. I thought that information would be more or less classified, to be honest. For privacy reasons, of course.

... I suppose it's nice to meet you, then?"

[canthugeverycaturn]

So, looks like we're gonna have French together, huh Saturn?

"W-what? French?"

"Well, I suppose so. I mean, I’m taking French. I wasn’t aware that you were. Or… Who you are. Or how you know my schedule.”