A drabble for @emptynarration cause he deserves soft Author content uwu
Warnings: Edward swears a bit
“Author?!” A shrill voice rang throughout the library.
The Author froze at his desk, pen held still on the parchment he was writing on. He cautiously raised his head with a confused expression. “Yeah…?” he called out.
Fast paced footsteps made their way to Author's office, and soon enough, Edward burst through the door with a pissed off expression. Author sat dumbfounded at his appearance, not focused on his expression, but on something much more eye catching. The doctor’s coat Edward wore, the one he loved more than anything, was dyed a light pink.
Author had to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. “I love that colour on you,” he muttered, taking in Edward’s appearance more. All it took was one giggle and he went into a laughing fit. He slapped his hand against his desk and doubled over in tears.
“I hate you so much…” Edward crossed his arms as he glared at Author. As bright as his appearance was, he had nothing but malice in his heart.
“What the hell happened?”
“Wilford is so fucking smart and decided to wash his suspenders with my coat,” he snapped. He nearly strangled Wilford for this crime, but luckily Wilford reminded him that he has a boyfriend capable of altering reality.
“Watch your language, pinky.” Author said with a snarky tone. If looks could kill, then he would be dead at his desk. Good thing he had the advantage of being Edward’s boyfriend, because surely the glaring man would not hesitate to rip him to shreds if he was someone else. He shined a bright smile at Edward, clearly enjoying every moment of this.
Edward pressed his lips into a tight line, tapping his foot impatiently. “You’re going to fix this.”
“Am I now?” Author snickered. “I didn’t know that.”
“Fucking christ… just write in that damned notebook of yours and fix this.”
Now he was really playing with fire. Just how he likes it. “There you go again with that potty mouth.” He dramatically shook his head and tsk-ed. “I thought you’re supposed to be a professional?”
For a moment, Edward simply stared at Author deadpanned. It was a surprise he didn’t literally burst into flames and grow demon horns. He spoke again in a stern voice. “Getting my medical license removed will be worth skinning you alive, Author.”
Still, Author kept his cocky composure. “Alright, alright, I think you look nice in pink, but I’ll fix your coat…” he leaned back in his chair as a mischievous smile stretched across his lips, “if you kiss me first.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
“What?” Author tilted his head innocently. “It takes a lot of power to change stuff, y’know? I think I deserve something in return! A loving kiss from my loving boyfriend will suffice.” Another laughing fit overtook Author and he closed his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, Edward creeped closer to his desk. Eventually, Edward got close enough and pulled Author forward by his shirt.
“H-Hey! You weren’t serious about the ‘skinning alive’ stuff were you?”
Edward’s grip was firm and unbreaking. Their faces were incredibly close to each other. Edward could see the stunned expression painted all over Author’s face clearly. The sight made him huff out a bit of laughter and shake his head. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”
Without warning, he pulled Author forward more and connected their lips in a harsher than usual kiss. Author made a surprised, muffled sound, but he soon relaxed into Edward’s hold. Honestly, Author knew he deserved the rough treatment. Did he regret his actions? No, not in the slightest.
Soon after, Edward backed away and crossed his arms again. “Is that good enough for you?” Author sat back down, his cheeks as pink as Edward’s coat.
“Yeah, that’ll do,” he replied breathlessly. All sense of cockiness was kissed away, which was a relief for Edward. He fished out a fresh piece of paper and began to write. Not a minute later, Edward’s pink coat faded into its usual white.
Edward smiled as he saw his normal coat. “About damn time.”
“Wow, not even a ‘thank you’? I’m hurt.” Author faked a wounded expression, frowning up at Edward, and rolled his eyes.
“Someone’s gonna kill you because of your attitude.”
Author shrugged. “Worth it.” He twirled his pen between his fingers and smirked. “I should get you some pink clothes, it’ll look nice on you.”
“As long as you don’t turn my clothes pink… knock yourself out.”