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Egoshipmas day 5: telling stories

"[Oh dear, being a storyteller is a gift] he shrugged, smiling [nothing that some fantastic stories and a strong body couldn’t do.]"

Pairing: Jameson/Henrik (jjstein)

Word counting: 715

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[And then, when I noticed I was alone…] Jameson waved his hands in front of the kids, smiling broadly and with an arched eyebrow. They were watching him with huge eyes, anticipating the conclusion of that fantastic story, when the oven bell chimed […aaand the food is ready!] he got up from the couch, and the boys followed him.

— But! Mr Jaaaacksoon! — They cried in unison.

[When you're done eating, I'll continue!] He smiled, pulling on his glove and taking the pie out of the oven, placing it on the counter [ooh boy, look at the smoke coming out of it!]

— But we don't want to eat now! — the little boy with curly hair exclaimed.

— That's right! — the one with the glasses completed, stretching his arms — we want to know how the story ends!

— Yeah! — Luis grabbed the hem of his stepfather's shirt — JJ, pleaaaase!

[Boys] The man laughed, rolling up one of his sleeves and tightening his arm muscles [how do you intend to get this strong and face an army of men alone without eating?]

Said and done: the three sat at the table, demanding the pie. JJ laughed harder, cutting it into little pieces and pouring orange juice, warning them it was too hot and they shouldn’t burn their tongues. He was watching them with his arms crossed, satisfaction written on his face as if they were his own children, and Henrik got up from his chair.

[Slept watching series again, didn't you?]

— Yeah — he smiled, yawning — these boys have a lot of energy… How did you get them to stay quiet and eat without complaint?

[Oh dear, being a storyteller is a gift] he shrugged, smiling [nothing that some fantastic stories and a strong body couldn’t do.]

— You look like Sportacus, hot as fuck and teaching the kids to eat well — he chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder and standing on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek — only you to help me with this sleepover, Jamie; you are the best boyfriend anyone could have.

[It's nothing, Hen. I'm glad to help!] His cheeks turned pink, and he shifted his gaze to the boys, who were watching them intently [what are you looking at?]

— Did you really fight an army alone? — The little boy with the glasses narrowed his eyes.

[Obviously yes, Felipe!]

— But now you seem… so soft.

— It's age coming on — Luis nudged him, eating another spoonful of pie — Dad is the same way. Mom said he was a rocker and had a garage band, and now he's a boring doctor!

— You met mr. Schneep in WWI or WWII? — The curly-haired one raised his hand.

[Neither, Max!]

— Do I look that old? — Henrik whispered to JJ, but the three boys listened and nodded — uugh, I need to take better care of my appearance…

[All right, three Musketeers, are you finished?] Jameson started to pick up the dishes [sit down on the couch and I'll finish the story for you!]

— Three Musketeers? — the boys asked, staring at the man with big eyes again.

[Never heard this story?] The three shook their heads, telling no, and he put the dishes in the sink, crouching down in front of them [it's the name of a team assigned to protect the king. And you promise to not tell anyone, but did you know there are three Musketeers in this town?]

— Reeeeally?

[Yeah!] he jumped up, posing as if he were holding a sword [me and my friends Chase, Jackie and Anti!]

— But isn't that four? — Max asked.

[Anti came later]

— And who is the king you need to protect? — Luis asked, his little eyes gleaming. Jameson pointed at the German — DADDY?

— Me?

[Obviously! He's a king… My king] he put a hand on his heart, and all the boys made disgusted sounds [ah, but there's more! Much more! Ah, I need to talk about the day we stopped Hen's evil cousin from taking his place on the throne, it was at a masquerade ball! Later, I’ll show you the clothes that Chase made for us, they were beautiful!…]

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jameson really out there doing self insert fic and putting him and his friends on the plot of barbie and the three musketeers

he knows what he's doing tbh

also tagging @dapperstein because i love you bro even if your angst writing scares me sometimes /lh

[10ths-writing-corner]

Febuwhump #8- No anesthesia

Mafia AU

“Listen, you need to sit— Gah-!” Bullets hit the wall, the shots echoing on the other side of the room. Henrik flips a table and covers the door, hoping that’ll hold for as long as he needs to. He then rushes back to were Jameson sat, him putting his gun away to take out his gloves. “Show me it. Now.”

Jameson briefly glared at the man, instead of listening to his command he just smacked his hand away. The boss checked his gun and how many bullets he had left though he found himself reloading it. “Get out of my way. That’s an order.” Jameson said through clenched teeth.

“I cannot do that, sir.” Henrik shot back. “You are bleeding heavily, I need to shut the wound! More importantly, I need to remove the bullet which I am sure its caught in your ribs.” The doctor doesn’t wait for permission from the mafia boss and begins to dispose of his blazer, his icy blues widening as soon as they land on the bright crimson splotch on his white shirt. He cursed under his breath now realizing how much time they had wasted. Henrik quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began cleaning out the blood as best as he could.

“Schneeplestein, get out of the way!”

Even with the outburst Henrik didn’t flinch or move. Instead he slammed his handkerchief on Jameson’s hand. “I need to remove the bullet now. If we wait to get to the manor you will not survive. Bite on this now, this will hurt a lot, unless you have any anesthetic on you.”

[10ths-writing-corner]

Egoshipmas #1- Warmth/cold

The fire crackled softly against the fireplace, the bright flames emitting warmth throughout the living room. Though, it didn’t compare to the warmth the good doctor had to offer.

The dapper sighs with much contentment, snuggling closer to Henrik under the many blankets draped over them. “Do you still feel cold, my sweet?” The German accent whispers in worry, scarred hands pulling the vanilla bean blanket further up to cover his lover. However, Jameson does shake his head at the inquiry.

“{I just wish to be closer to you-}“ Jameson whispered back in the doctor’s mind. Bright Sapphire eyes gaze up at the doctor, a loving smile adorning his face. ”{You are all I need.}”

[10ths-writing-corner]

Egoshipmas #2- Snowball/Snowing

The stillness of the night brought peace. The snowy scenery seemed almost surreal, brought straight out of a fairytale. Each and every snowflake danced along the gentleness of the wind, falling with grace onto the perfectly white, snowy blanket on the ground.

The silence is interrupted when the crunch of snow resonates with two pairs of footsteps and delightful laughter. Two men walked side by side, both of them covered from head to toes in warmth clothes. The doctor wore a familiar mint green scarf to to keep him warm, a long tan coat over his frame to keep the heat from escaping and his head was safely tucked under a knitted hat. In his hands he carried warm drinks and baked good from his beloved favorite bakery, and right next to him Jameson walked, his arm linked around Henrik’s.

“{Are you sure you do not wish for me to help?}” The dapper asked for the tenth time, “{I wouldn’t want you falling—}”

“Correction, you would not want me tripping and dropping the baked goods.” Henrik teased before leaning down and placing a quick peck on Jameson’s forehead. Though, a pout was quick to find its way to Jameson’s face at the tease. He scoffs before bending down, collecting the cold snow in his hands. Before he could even realize what was happening, the dapper stands and aims right to the doctor’s head, throwing the snowball with much speed. A yelp resonated through the lonely night, followed by a string of curse words in a language he has yet to fully learn.

“Cold, Cold! Agh! The drinks!” Henrik yells as he tries to balance everything out, though is all in vain for the doctor falls scare on his butt, more snow making contact with his skin. Yet, the drinks and food remained intact.

Jameson on the other hand couldn’t stop chuckling, squeaking nonstop while he covered his mouth. He then makes his towards the annoyed doctor and leans down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“{Maybe you shouldn’t make jokes when I have so much ammunition around me.}” Jameson signs in a teasing manner. He then helps the doctor get up. The dapper leans up and places a few butterfly kisses to get rid of the annoyance in Henrik’s face, and then waves his hand. A Royal blue portal appears in front of them, the other side containing their very familiar living room.

“Jamie— I have told you to not use your powers, you know how draining—“ Henrik started with worry but was interrupted when Jameson took his hand.

“{It is alright, my love. The snowing won’t come to a stop and I would hate for us to get stuck in the middle of a snow storm. Besides, I have you to take care of me.}” He whispered in his mind before both of them went in, sighing at the warmth of their home.