we always bother you so much abt otasune haha, tell us abt other mgs ships you like maybe! 😋
Oh man I’m never bothered by Otasune, that’s my bread and butter. XD But since you asked...
I think Liquid/Mantis has a lot of potential because it’s absolutely dysfunctional, but it’s the kind of dysfunction that has slowly bridged two people together over a long period of time, so it’s unclear how much of them/what parts of them only work with the other person. I don’t think you could take a snapshot of those two at any point in their lives and say “Ah, yes, that right there, that’s love” but you’d get a lot closer than you would with them and literally any other characters from the series. Liquid sees himself as a commander first and foremost, and Mantis clearly has an aversion to most aspects of relationships, (although a lot of that insight comes from a post-serial-killer-influenced Mantis that we see in MGS1, but he does reference things that happened when he was a child so it’s safe to say a lot of that is longstanding). I just think there’s a begrudging sort of intimacy between them that comes from having known each other for so long. Admittedly with Mantis- he’s inside everyone’s heads all the time, so with Eli it might be more along the lines of actually giving them man some measure of privacy that he doesn’t allow everyone else.
There are also some relationships that I don’t view as “endgame” but it’s interesting to think about them as steps along the way. Solimiller, Fox/Snake and even Otaliquid all fall into this grey area of “possible to probable relationships” (meaning “there was an opportunity” all the way to “this pretty much definitely happened”). Hey, in real life- very few people have their first relationship with the person they’re going to end up with forever, and the way those failed relationships shape a person can be interesting in their own right. Examining what “went wrong” or why something didn’t work out can even help you understand why the right thing works out later on. So while I’m not like, “going down with the ship” for any of these, I am interested in seeing art/reading fic about them because I think they help inform all of the characters involved.
Oh. And I think Meryl and Johnny were cute, honestly. Johnny deserves more credit than he gets.
MERRY CHRISTMAS ASK MEME 1) 🌷🌻🌹 2) 💩🐍 (YOU ARE AMAZING AND W O N D E R F U L AND I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS AND OUR--I MEAN, YOURS AND YOUR WAIFU'S SHIPS SO MUCH)
ANON-CHAN-SAN-SENPAI, I KNOW THIS IS YOU. WHO THE FUCK ELSE IS GOING TO SEND ME THESE SHIPS, AND IN FUCKING EMOTICON FORM. MATTAKU. YOU NERD. OKAY, YES, I WILL ANSWER THESE. ANSWERS ARE BELOW THE CUT BECAUSE LBH, I WENT A LITTLE NUTS. ALL SET IN THE HAPPINESS AU.
Christmas OTP Questions
🌷🌻🌹 (PhippsFinRon)
Who wakes the other up excitedly on Christmas morning? Which one begs for five more minutes of sleep? This answer should be super obvious, as there is only one that is bright-eyed and wide awake on Christmas morning - Finnian. Ronald is definitely the one that asks for just a little bit more sleep, as he’s usually up late with Charles, making sure that everything is ready for their lover to have a magical Christmas morning.
Which one hangs the mistletoe? Charles. Charles will hang mistletoe in the kitchen, and over the bedroom door and study door. Any excuse to kiss his lovers whenever he wants, and to watch them share kisses as well is what drives him to put them in those places.
Which one cooks? Do they cook together? Do they go out to eat? Charles is the master in their kitchen. He won’t allow his two lovers to help with the main meal, but the three of them work together to make all the delicious desserts they gorge themselves on after their meal. Different kinds of pies, pastries and cookies. It’s a tradition to do this together two days before Christmas, so each treat can have their richest amount of flavor. Plus, it’s fun for the three of them to get silly in the kitchen together.
Which one can’t sleep the night before? Charles usually has the most difficult time falling asleep, as he goes over his meal prep schedule. Finnian has been known to be too excited that he just doesn’t sleep at all, and winds up waking up his lovers because he’s so restless. In order to get him to pass out, both Charles and Ronald have their way with him, the three enjoying a few rounds of sex to get them all properly exhausted to fall asleep, even if it’s just for a little while.
Which one dresses like they’re straight out of a Christmas movie? Ronald. Ronald loves to dress for the holiday - be it a fancy new suit, or thick wool sweaters. Christmas is his favorite time of the year, and loves to embrace the cheesiness that can come with it at times.
Which one sings Christmas carols loudly and off-key at random times? Finnian. He sings with gusto, and can’t really carry a tune to save his life. But, his enthusiasm is infectious, and instead of people rolling their eyes at him, they join in and try to bring him back onto pitch as they sing one more verse of Good King Wenceslas.
Which one tears open their packages? Which one slowly, methodically unwraps every single one? Ronald tends to be the one to open his presents slow, in no rush to see what he’s getting. He knows that whatever he gets, it will be amazing because his two lovers mean the world to him. Finnian, however, is a tornado and will rip open anything labeled his.
Who opens their biggest gift first? Who opens their smallest gift first? Charles likes to open his biggest gift first, as it’s usually the only gift he receives from his two lovers. He makes it a point telling them to just buy something together, as they are already well off so there’s not a lot that he needs. Plus, it makes him happy that they’re making memories together to buy him something. Ronald likes to open the smallest gift first, as it’s a nice preamble to the rest of his gifts. Finnian doesn’t give two shits - he just loves opening presents, big or small.
Which one makes the sappy Christmas speech? Ronald. Ronald knows how lucky he is to be with these two. He loves them more than anything in the world, and when he’s got some wine in him, he winds up sniffling while he tells his speech, telling both his lovers how grateful he is to be in their lives.
Which one’s family do they spend Christmas Day with? Does the whole family get together, or is it just your OTP, and any kids they have? All of their families are quite small, and tend to prefer having their own holiday, so the three of them just enjoy the holiday together. No children. They like being alone with one another as their family unit.
Which one buys a gift for their pet? No pets, but if they did have a pet, I’d say Finnian would be the one to spoil them.
Who dreams of a white Christmas? Charles. Charles loves the snow. He loves the snow for one reason - that it’s cold. And if it’s cold, that means he can light the fire, and cuddle with his lovers under a blanket, as they watch the snow fall together.
Which one munches on candy until lunch time? It’s a toss up between both Finnian and Ronald. Charles doesn’t help, though, because he keeps feeding them treats. Why else have them in the house if you’re not going to eat them? Especially since they went through all the trouble to make them a couple of days before.
Which one goes to bed first that day? Which one stays up, being nostalgic? Finnian goes to bed first, spent on all the sugar and excitement that the day brings. Charles and Ronald enjoy the rest of the evening alone, cuddling on the couch as they reminisce about their prior Christmas’ together.
Which one is ready to start de-decorating on the 26th? Which one wants to keep stuff up unitl after January? Ronald is usually the one that says it’s time to pull the decorations down. Charles likes to keep them up until January, the decorations bringing cheer into their household. Finnian doesn’t care either way, since it’s one of the busier times of year at his shop, he sees Christmas a lot more than both Ronald and Charles do.
💩🐍 (GreySnake)
Who wakes the other up excitedly on Christmas morning? Which one begs for five more minutes of sleep? Charles is the one that gets up way earlier than necessary on Christmas morning, waking up Snake in the process. Snake tries to get him to go back to sleep, but it’s a futile effort. He acts like he’s put out, but really - he loves to see how happy Charles is on Christmas morning.
Which one hangs the mistletoe? Snake. Snake likes to hang the mistletoe in the most unlikely of places. Like his pants. Charles rolls his eyes, but will get down on his knees and give his crotch a little kiss, which Snake loves. And so does Charles, but he’ll never admit it out loud.
Which one cooks? Do they cook together? Do they go out to eat? They go grocery shopping together, and will cook together, as it’s become a tradition to have fun in the kitchen together. Charles is a better cook than Snake, but both carry their own specialities in the kitchen, helping each other out together.
Which one can’t sleep the night before? Charles has difficulty going to sleep on Christmas Eve, having always been excited for Christmas since he was a child. He doesn’t make Snake stay up with him, but Snake does anyway. They binge-watch a bunch of Christmas movies, and usually wind up falling asleep on the couch together sometime after midnight.
Which one dresses like they’re straight out of a Christmas movie? With Snake owning a tattoo parlor, it makes it difficult for him to wear items of clothes that would be in the spirit of Christmas movies. However, his favorite shirt he wears is one of Max from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, a shirt that Charles had given to him their first holiday together. And Charles tends to always dress like someone in a Christmas movie, so there’s no surprise there.
Which one sings Christmas carols loudly and off-key at random times? Snake sings off-key so bad, that Charles kind of feels bad for him. He will match pitch to him, the two of them singing loud for their neighborhood. Even though their neighbors prefer that they didn’t.
Which one tears open their packages? Which one slowly, methodically unwraps every single one? Snake likes to tear his gifts open, seeing no point in being meticulous with removing the gift wrapping. Charles, though - he uses his finger to take the tape off, and then will open it nice and slow - keeping the anticipation going.
Who opens their biggest gift first? Who opens their smallest gift first? Both gravitate to opening their smallest gifts first, saving the big ones for last.
Which one makes the sappy Christmas speech? Charles tends to be the weeper of the two, and will give a speech professing his love for Snake, a person he never thought he would ever wind up with. Snake just smiles, and returns the sentiment with a raise of his glass.
Which one’s family do they spend Christmas Day with? Does the whole family get together, or is it just your OTP, and any kids they have? Snake has no family, having grown up in an orphanage. They go to Charles’ family for Christmas Eve lunch, and then will go to his best friend’s place on Boxing Day. But they stay alone on actual Christmas Day.
Which one buys a gift for their pet? No pets, but if they had one, I’d wager that Snake would be the one to spoil their pet.
Who dreams of a white Christmas? They both love the snow, and always wish for a true white Christmas. It somehow winds up snowing before and after, but never on the actual day. But they don’t mind - they still play in the snow when it’s around.
Which one munches on candy until lunch time? Charles. He’ll eat all the cordial cherries that have been put on the coffee table, and will also eat all the Christmas cookies that they’d received from his best friend and his lovers. Snake will enjoy a few, but nowhere near the amount that Charles seems to eat. The man has a bottomless pit for a stomach.
Which one goes to bed first that day? Which one stays up, being nostalgic? Charles usually crashes first, too much sugar putting him into a diabetic coma. Snake watches him sleep, then watches the videos they had taken throughout the day - presents opening, eating dinner, sharing kisses. Then he’ll crawl into bed with him, and they’ll sleep in each other’s arms until the morning comes.
Which one is ready to start de-decorating on the 26th? Which one wants to keep stuff up unitl after January? Snake is the one that wants shit to come down on the 26th. He’s done with the holiday, and wants it to be gone, but since Charles loves it so much, they keep it up until the end of January. Because he knows it makes his lover so happy, which makes him happy.
Thank you for asking me these, bb. It was nice to think about these five again like this. o(*^▽^*)o
SINPAI. TRUEST GUREITO-EST SENPAI SINPAI FUJO SAMA. YOU TRULY ARE THE FUCKING B E S T. MAY I HUMBLY REQUEST SOME GOT3 BUT WHAT IFS. “In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.” (post/146945992285) PERHAPS FOR THEIR DOUBLE DATE WITH PHIPPSFINRON? OR THIS COULD BE A SOLO THING. XD ILUSFM !!! THANK U SO MUCH FOR SHIPPING GREYSNAKE WITH THAT MISO CHICK!!!!! P SURE SHE IS EVER GRATEFUL FOR THE MANY SHIPS U SHARE. LAVA U LOTS SINPAI
I BLAME YOU FOR THESE TWO. THIS IS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT. I HATED GREY WITH A PASSION BEFORE YOU MADE THIS SUGGESTION. AND NOW LOOK AT ME. WRITING THEM IN GOT3 AU. GFDI. I’M SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU, AND FOR MAKING ME FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS SHIP. I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THIS UPDATE.
First sentence writing prompts (modified for this update) - “In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.”
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 3060
Part of my GOT3 AU
Charles looks into the mirror, trying to fix the knot at his neck. No matter what he does, he can’t seem to get it straight, and it’s beginning to annoy him. He’s got half the mind to just go back into the bedroom, and change into something else. No one said he had to dress super nice for this. There’s a soft tapping on the door, and all the frustration he’s been dealing with comes out in a quick, “WHAT.”
“I take it things aren’t going well in here, are they?” His lover’s head pokes between the crack in the door, golden irises lacking their normal eyeliner that makes them pop. “Mind if I come in?” Snake asks, stepping into the small bathroom.
He feels awful. “I’m sorry,” he looks at his lover through the reflection in the mirror. “I didn’t mean to yell.”
“It’s alright,” Snake stands behind him, his hands going to the tie. “Is this what’s got you so upset? You know, you’ve been in here for almost ten minutes, Charles.”
Blushing, he looks down at the floor. “I don’t know why it won’t do what I want it to do.”
“How’s that look now?” Snake asks, his fingers landing on his shoulders, as the two of them look at his reflection. “It just needed my touch.” Snake smirks, before placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’d better hurry up, or we’re going to be late.”
“Okay. I’ll be right out.” He watches Snake leave the bathroom.
“You said that ten minutes ago.” His lover teases him, before shutting the door completely.
His eyes go back to the mirror, and sees that Snake does indeed have the magic touch. His tie is perfect, as is the rest of his outfit. He grabs some mouthwash, and then spits into the sink. He leaves the bathroom, resisting the urge to fiddle with his tie some more, and goes over to where his lover is standing. Both men have on nice clothes - Snake chose to wear a pair of black slacks, with a form fitting dark grey cashmere sweater, a white collared shirt without a tie resting underneath it. Charles can feel his heartbeat quickening, as he admires how handsome his lover looks. Grey slacks, a black button up shirt, and a houndstooth tie sits around his own neck. He grabs his matching grey suit jacket, and slips it on, then opens the front door. WIth a smile, Snake nods his head, and leads the way out to his car, as he’s offered to drive this evening.
When they get buckled in, Snake turns down the radio, and looks over at him. “I’m not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like you don’t already know the them. And I know them as well, because of Finny.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of that,” Charles’ knee starts to bounce a little, as Snake pulls out of the car park. “I don’t know. It’s the first time I’ll be hanging out with the three of them? If that makes sense?”
He’d agreed to a double date with his best friend, and his two lovers, and tonight’s the night where they will be meeting up at one of the nicer restaurants in town. “It does, but I don’t think you have any reason to be this stressed. Look, do you want to go back home, and I can give you a quick bj?”
“What?!” He feels his stomach drop, at how casual his lover makes the suggestion. “No! We don’t have time for that!”
“Yes, but you’re wound tighter than the Queen of England, Charles. You need to relax.” Snake pats the knee he’s been bouncing, which he stops moving immediately. “Your energy level is too high.”
“I’ll be better once we get there.” He crosses his arms over his chest, and sighs. “I don’t get it.”
“Get what?” Snake looks over his shoulder, before merging into traffic.
“Are you happy with me?” He asks, looking out the window, afraid to look at his lover.
Snake hums a little before speaking. “Of course I’m happy with you. What sort of question is that? Haven’t we been spending all of our time together since we got into our relationship?” Charles opens his mouth to agree, when Snake continues on. “And, never mind that we moved in together not even a month after we began dating. So, what do you think, Charles? Do you think I’m upset with how you’ve changed my life?”
“That isn’t what I mean,” he groans, but the butterflies in his stomach begin to beat wildly, as he listens to his lover speak. “I meant, like, are you happy with just me? Would you rather have what the three of them have?”
Fingers tap on the wheel, before Snake turns into the parking lot for the restaurant. “I’ll admit, what the three of them are doing isn’t necessarily the norm, but then, who am I to judge?”
“You’re different,” Charles reminds him.
“And you’re not. So, are you already judging them in your mind?” Golden eyes look at him, after Snake puts the car into park. “Because if you are, then you need to leave those thoughts in here.”
His face scrunches up, as he groans. “I just don’t get it. I just don’t understand Charles. Why would he agree to this? Is sex with one person not enough?”
“It isn’t always about sex, you know. I mean, I know that the three of them do have their fun-”
“EW. No. Just stop.” He shakes his head, covering his ears with his hands. “How do you even know this??”
Snake laughs, then pulls on his hands. “Finnian is a very dear friend to me. We share all of our secrets.”
“….All?”
Eyebrows lift up and down suggestively, as Snake nods his head. “All of them, Charles.”
His phone starts to vibrate. He pulls it out of his pocket, and takes a look at it. “Hi, Charles. We’re here. We’ll be inside in a few minutes. Just parking the car.”
Something taps on the window, forcing a loud scream to leave his throat. His best friend is standing next to the car, a smirk on his face. “I would say that your car is parked.”
“Mr. Snake!” Finnian cries out, as Snake starts to get out of the car. He gives Charles one last stern look, before exiting the vehicle, and hugging his friend.
Huffing, he unbuckles his seatbelt, picks up his phone off the floor, and opens the door. “You know how I hate when you do that shit,” he glares at his best friend.
“It’s too easy with you,” Charles teases him.
He looks over, and sees the man he’d helped move into his best friend’s place looking about as nervous as he felt. He extends his hand out towards him. “I’m Charles.”
“I remember,” the man with glasses, and two-toned hair says. “I’m Ronald Knox. T-Thanks again for all your help with the move, and stuff.”
Snake walks over to them, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Was Mr. Charles nice to you?” Snake asks, resting his head on Charles’ shoulder. His face feels like it’s on fire, with how friendly his lover is being right now. “I’m Snake. We’ve met a few times at Finny’s shop, right?”
“Y-Yeah.” Ronald nods his head, a shy smile on his face. “You’re not wearing any make-up.”
His lover huffs, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Yes, well. I was trying to be good this evening.”
“I didn’t make him not wear any!” He squawks out, holding his hands up in front of him. “I’m not like that!”
A large hand pats his shoulder. “Relax, Charles. No one is accusing you of anything.” His best friend gives him a knowing smile. “Come on, I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”
“Food!” Finnian cries out, then grabs both Ronald’s and Charles’ hand, leading them to the front of the restaurant.
His lover had yet to move his chin from his shoulder. “Do you want to go in?” He asks, as he places his hand over the arm that’s still wrapped tightly around his waist. “For the record, I love when you wear your eyeliner and lip gloss.”
“I know you do,” Snake kisses him softly. “Be good in there, Charles. For me.”
He nods his head, eyelids falling closed, as he chases after his lover’s lips, stealing another quick kiss from him. “I promise.”
They get seated at a table for five, and the waiter brings over two nice bottles of wine. He watches his best friend, and notices how happy he seems right now. Happier than he’s seen him in a long time. Even though he’s sitting next to Finnian, his eyes keep going back and forth between Ronald and Finnian, giving them both his attention. Charles is impressed, because it’s the first time he’s seen his best friend this genuinely happy. He opens his mouth to make a toast, when Snake taps his glass first, silencing the table.
“I’d like to make a toast. Finny, I know how happy you are with both of these men in your life, that your business life has flourished as a result of it. And you,” Snake looks over at Ronald. “I can see that you are where you’re supposed to be now. Whenever you were before, it wasn’t right. But now, you’re where you belong.”
“H-How did…?” Ronald asks, a little shocked.
“It’s best not to wonder,” Charles replies, lifting his own glass up to piggyback off of what his lover has said so eloquently. “Snake is very observant of those he’s around. And if you’re at the shop as much as I think you are, then he knows what he’s talking about.” He looks over at his best friend. “And you, with the smile that just won’t leave your face. I’m happy for you, Charles. Truly. Thank you for suggesting the five of us go out this evening.”
Glasses clink together, as the five of them take a sip of the expensive wine. “Thank you, Charles,” his best friend says. “Mr. Snake?”
“Please, just call me Snake. Only Finnian calls me that.” He winks at his best friend, who dissolves into a fit of giggles. “What can I do you for, Mr. Phipps?”
“Only if you call me Charles.”
“Of course.”
His eyes are transfixed on how everyone moves at the table. He tunes out what Charles and Snake are talking about, and watches how both Ronald and Finnian speak to one another, while both looking over at their lover. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that the two of them were in the relationship, and not Charles. But then, when Charles isn’t speaking, he would say the same thing, as the way they all work together - it’s perfect. He doesn’t understand, but he thinks that it’s okay. Reaching under the table, he rests his hand on top of Snake’s knee, and feels his warm hand touch his, letting him know that yes, he’s aware of his presence, and then carries on a conversation with Ronald, as Charles has begun talking to Finnian.
Everything’s going well, until their dinner arrives. And then, something happens, and Charles isn’t sure just what it is, but it seems to cause Ronald to become slightly upset. He sips his wine, and looks over at him. “Everything okay, Ronnie?”
“Please call me Ronald? I’m not very fond of that name, I’m sorry.” Ronald pushes his glasses back up onto his nose. “And yeah. Everything is okay.”
But, it’s quite clear to him that that isn’t the case, and it seems that his best friend has picked up on the vibe as well. Charles stands up, and goes to speak softly into Ronald’s ear, while Finnian looks at the two of them. Deciding that maybe right now isn’t the time to be observing them, he turns to his lover, who is devouring his huge plate of prime rib. He can’t help but chuckle, which causes his lover’s golden irises to look over at him, a guilty look on his face.
“What.” Snake asks, after swallowing. “Haven’t you ever seen someone enjoy their dinner?”
Smirking, he leans over, and wipes some of the juice from his last bite off the corner of Snake’s mouth. “Watching you eat is pretty entertaining. I should know, because I love food.” He brings his finger to his mouth, and licks it suggestively, enjoying how his lover’s eyes widen for just the briefest second, before going back to their normal size.
Someone taps his shoulder. He looks up, and sees his best friend is standing next to him. “Listen, we’re going to take off. This should be enough money to cover everything, including some dessert for the two of you.” Charles hands him a large wad of cash. “You can give me whatever’s left next time I see you.”
“What do you mean by leaving?” He looks over, and sees both Ronald and Finnian putting their food into containers. “You can’t just leave, Charles!”
“It’s alright,” Snake interrupts their conversation. “Do you need anything before you leave?”
Charles shakes his head. “No. I’m sorry we have to eat and run. Perhaps the next time, you two can come over to our place, and I’ll cook up something?”
“That sounds wonderful,” Snake nods his head. He stands up, and looks over at both Finnian and Ronald. “It was lovely seeing the both of you again.”
He just sits there, unable to process just what’s happening. He sees Charles pull both of his lover’s close to him, as the three leave the restaurant together. The wad of cash in his hands snaps him out of his daze, as he looks down at it, then back at his lover, who has returned to eating his prime rib with gusto. “What just happened?”
“I think that Ronald isn’t feeling too well, so rather than make him suffer, Charles decided that it would be best for them to leave.” Snake shrugs his shoulders, and resumes eating. “If you don’t eat, I’m going to eat it for you.”
His mouth drops open in shock. “Well, in my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.” He pockets the money, shaking his head. “We were all getting along fine, weren’t we?”
“It doesn’t matter, Charles. Just drop it. Let’s enjoy this unexpected solo date out, hmm?” Snake teases him. “I don’t know about you, but if the food is this good, then their dessert has to be extremely decadent.”
He nods, and resumes eating. The two of them finish both bottles of wine, as they had been paid for prior to their arrival. Dialing an Uber, he arranges for it to pick them up in a half hour, giving them ample time to find something on the dessert menu. They decide on a rather exquisite looking chocolate gateau, which tastes just as decadent as Snake had assumed it would. With their bellies full, they fall into the backseat of their ride, Charles resting his head on Snake’s shoulder.
Pulling out his phone, he sends a text to his best friend. “Is everything okay? You gave me way too much, Charles. I have almost 200 quid leftover.”
“Thank you for asking. Ronald wasn’t feeling well, but he’s doing much better now. Give it to me when we meet for drinks. Have you told Snake yet?”
“Told him what?”
“That you love him?”
“Do you, Charles?” Snake asks, speaking softly into his ear.
He almost drops his phone for the second time that night. “Were you reading my texts?”
“You’re making it rather difficult for me not to.” Snake gestures at how they’re sitting, which he sees that his screen is in plain sight. “Answer the question.”
The car pulls up to their place, Charles hopping out of the car as if it were on fire. He doesn’t bother sending another text to Charles, and instead races up the stairs to get to their apartment on the top floor. All traces of inebriation are gone, as he realizes that it’s now or never. Snake strolls up, whistling softly, and then unlocks the door for the two of them. When they get inside, Charles stands in front of him, holding onto both of his hands.
“You said to me earlier, how you were happy with me. How we moved in together after only seeing each other for a month, and how much I’ve changed your life.” He takes a deep breath. “A part of the reason I was so nervous tonight was because I felt like it was the first time Charles was going to get to see you as the person I talk about all the time.” He swallows thickly, his eyes beginning to prickle. “I know you and Finny are close, but Charles and I have been best friends since we were kids. It was important to me that we both make a good impression, because he knows how I feel about you.”
Snake pulls his hand away, and touches his face. “How do you feel about me?”
“I love you.” He looks into his eyes, being drawn into them, as Snake always seems to draw him in.
A smile appears on his lover’s face. “I know that already, Charles.”
“You do??”
His lover leans forward, and brushes his lips against his ear. “I love you too. Now, let’s go to bed, shall we?”
Rubbing his eyes, he nods his head. “Bedroom.”
They wind up under the covers, touching and tasting each other in ways they hadn’t before. Sure, the date hadn’t gone exactly as he’d thought it would, but it had still turned out to be a good night for the both of them. Charles knows now that the love he feels for Snake can’t be rivaled by anything. It doesn’t feel too fast, nor does it feel like he’s forced to admit it. Just like his lover had said to Ronald earlier, he knows he’s where he’s supposed to be. Even if it’s with a man his younger self would never have been caught dead with. Now, though? Now he can’t imagine anyone more perfect than Snake. And that’s why he’s fallen hopelessly in love with him.
SOOOOOO. LIKE. OK. SENPAI. HEAR ME OUT. I THINK YOU MIGHT BE A LITTLE SHOCKED I WOULD REQUEST THIS… BUT… BUT WHAT IF?? IN GOT3?? WHAT U SAY? SHALL I TEMPT U? SHALL ONE OF THEM TEMPT THE OTHER? “Don’t tempt me.” (/post/130030561305) SAYS ONE OF THEM, BUT WHO? ;) ILUSFM. (ALSO JUST SO V GOMENS I RLY HAVE BEEN CRAVING THEM SO FUCKING BADLY. I HOPE U DONT MIND. BUT IF U MIND, OFC I MATTE UNTIL T&R. HUHUHUHUHU)
WELP. GUESS WHAT. I DID IT. I ACTUALLY WROTE GREYSNAKE IN THE GOT3 AU. OH MY GOSH, ANON-CHAN-SAN-SENPAI. THIS STORY WAS MAKING ME FREAK OUT SO MUCH BECAUSE I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THEM, AND TO INSERT THEM INTO THIS AU AS AN ACTUAL SIDESTORY MEANS SO MUCH TO ME THAT I WAS PSYCHING MYSELF OUT ABOUT IT. I’M REALLY HAPPY (?????) WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT??? I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT TOO. GOOD LORD, I HATE THAT YOU’VE MADE ME LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH. ((´д｀))
Random sentence starters (modified for this fic) - “Don’t tempt me.”
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 4190
Part of my GOT3 AU
Growing up, Charles always swore that he would only date a certain type of person; clean-cut, flawless skin, respectable profession. He kept this ideal all the way through college, dating a myriad of frat boys that would go to graduate in the top ten percentile, just like his best friend and himself. Throw in a few girls too, but only because he wanted to make sure that it wasn’t just a ‘phase’ that he fancied men more than women. He went into the workforce, and found himself gravitating towards powerful businessmen, all who he was more than happy to bottom for. So, imagine his surprise when he walks into the shop that his best friend’s lover owns, and sees a man behind the counter that he knows is not someone he would ever look twice at, but as soon as he sees his golden eyes lined with black eyeliner, his heart stops in his chest.
“Charles?” His best friend looks over at him, wearing a concerned expression on his face. “Are you alright?”
Pale white hair frames this man’s face, his asymmetrical haircut is one that he would normally cringe at. But on this man’s face, it suits him. Charles sees small plugs in his earlobes, and a few cartilage piercings, and glancing downwards, he can see tattoos poking up from under the collar of his tight black t-shirt. Those aren’t the only ones, though. He sees that he has what looks like different types of snakes coiling up both of his forearms - a white one on his right forearm, and what looks like a milk snake on his left forearm. There’s chipped black nail polish on his fingers, which looks like gets repainted on, rather than a fresh manicure. A studded black belt sits at his waist, holding up what has to be the tightest pair of leather pants Charles has seen on a human - male or female. Even though this man is behind the counter, he can see the top of his boots, which hug his thighs. Bracelets jangle on his wrists, as he takes money from a customer purchasing a bouquet, and he can see that the man’s tongue is split. What. The. Fuck.
He looks at his best friend, and gives him a nod. “Yeah, I’m fine. Look, are you going to go find your boyfriend?” He looks at his watch, afraid of looking back up because he wants to look at that man again.
“Yes, I’m going to go check the back.” His best friend, also named Charles, fixes his tie, and heads over to the counter. He sees him speak to a cute girl, who giggles and nods her head, nodding her head back towards the door which he assumes leads to the back of the shop. Leaving him to fend for himself.
The shop has quite a few customers in it, more than he imagined. His best friend has been dating this shop’s owner for only a few weeks, but he knows he’s been coming here quite frequently. Only at the insistence of him did Charles manage to finally get up the nerve to ask this Finny guy out. He touches one of the bouquets, impressed by how beautiful the blooms are. He steps to the side, and finds himself standing in front of the man who had been behind the counter when they walked in.
“May I help you find something?” The voice that comes out of this man’s throat makes Charles want to fall to the floor and weep. No one should have such a beautiful voice, when their skin is all tatted up, and pierced with multiple holes.
Pushing his bangs off of his face, he feels himself start to fidget a little. “No, I’m great. I don’t need any of your help, thanks.”
“If you decide to change your mind, I will be over by the register.” The man gives a little salute with his fingers, then turns and heads back towards the register. Charles watches him walk away, eyes lingering a little too long on how the man’s ass seems to scream at him.
Since Charles doesn’t seem to be returning yet, he decides to walk over to the register. Or rather, his feet just decide to take him there, his brain finally catching up when he’s standing right in front of this strange man. “Do you work here?” He blurts out, the question sounding as ridiculous as he feels for asking such a stupid question.
“When it’s slow at my shop,” the man pushes his hair behind his ears, revealing all the piercings to him that he noticed before. “Finnian is a close friend of mine.”
“I’m close with Charles.” What the hell? Why did he just say that?
A smile appears on the man’s face. “Oh? Finnian’s quite taken with your friend.” He leans over the counter, Charles following his lead and leans over to be close to where he is. He ignores how good the man smells, whatever cologne he has on doing things to him. Or maybe it was all of him that was doing this. He bites his lip, as he feels the warm breath of this complete stranger against his ear. “I think Finny might actually love him.” The man whispers conspiratorially.
Charles bursts out laughing, then quickly covers his mouth in embarrassment. The man stands up straight, a smirk on his face. He tries to calm himself down, but fails miserably, his heart still beating too fast. “If you own your own place, why aren’t you there?” He asks, the question he should have asked before his stupid reply about his best friend.
“My shop usually stays open really late, so I head over there when this shop closes up.” He helps out a customer that comes up, leaving Charles to wonder what the hell sort of shop does he own that would keep such absurd hours. When the customer leaves, this man leans over on the counter, his elbows balancing on the counter, head now sitting on his palms that rest just beneath his chin. “Don’t you want to know what sort of shop I own, Mr…?”
“Charles,” he tries not to stutter, but it’s difficult. Oh, lord, is it difficult.
“Mr. Charles? That’s your last name?” The man chuckles low, the sound making Charles’ cheeks become flushed. “What’s your first name?”
He shakes his head. “No, my first name is Charles. My last name is Grey. And please, don’t ever call me Mr. Grey.” He tries to keep the groan out of his voice, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by this man, who gifts him with another low laugh.
“You must really hate E L James.” The man extends his hand out, palm up. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. I’m Snake.”
“That’s your name??” He reaches for the man’s hand. When their palms touch, he feels a jolt go through his body. Fuck.
There’s a playful smile on Snake’s face. “I used to have another name, but I didn’t like it that much. So, I had it legally changed to be Snake.”
“Just Snake? No surname?” He still can’t wrap his mind around his concept. “Are you like Cher?”
A full blown laugh leaves Snake’s mouth, as he pushes his hair back with his hand. “I suppose I would be. Or like…. Madonna.”
“Shakira.”
“Beyonce.”
“Seal.”
A rose appears in front of his face, Snake holding it out to him. “I was hoping you’d say his name.”
“W-What’s this for?” He stutters out, face no doubt beet red.
The petals touch his cheek, before sliding towards his lips, then into his hand. “Now you can say you’ve been kissed by a rose.”
“Oh my god.” He laughs, taking the rose from Snake. “Did you just…?”
White bangs seem to fall on his face, but a few strands stick up in the most adorable cowlick. “I’m afraid that I did.”
“You’re too much.” He shakes his head, holding onto the rose with a tight fist. “I thought you were going to ask me for a kiss.”
Snake leans over the counter, and speaks softly into his ear. “Don’t tempt me.”
The door to the back swings open, a flustered Charles stepping away from the counter when he sees his best friend walking over to him, a flushed look on his face. “Sorry to take so long, Charles,” he says. “I was helping Finnian out with some items that were a bit out of his reach in the back storage room.”
“R-Right.” He nods, then looks at Snake. “Thanks for this.” He holds up the orange rose.
Finnian walks out, a large smile on his face. Snake looks over at him, then back at Charles. “Don’t you want to know where my shop is?”
He starts to walk towards the door, as Charles has already made his way out of the shop. “Does it matter?”
“It’s the tattoo parlor down the block. Joker’s Circus.” Snake gives a small wave of his hand. “Hope to see you again, Mr. Charles.”
Giving a sharp nod of his head, he heads outside, and sees Charles is getting into the car. “What the hell took you so long??” He asks, getting settled into the passenger seat. “I had to make small talk with that…. That freak.”
“Freak…?” His best friend turns the car on, and gives him a strange look.
“You know, that Snake guy.” He sets the rose on his lap, being as careful as he can so that he doesn’t bruise the petals.
“Oh, right. He’s nice, Charles. Don’t judge him just because of his tattoos and piercings.” They make their way towards where he’s left his car. “Not all people that are like that are bad people.”
Acutely aware of how this isn’t the case with this person, he can’t help but cling to the thought that he wants to be with someone who is cleancut and normal looking. “He’s got snakes tattooed on his arms, Charles. Snakes!”
“And he goes by the name of Snake? So?” They arrive at Charles’ work. “Anyway, thank you for tolerating your time with him. I’m sorry it took so long.”
“No, you’re not.” He unbuckles his seatbelt. “I know you two were probably fooling around back there.”
There’s a sly smile on his best friend’s face. “I won’t admit or deny that statement.”
“Gross, Charles.” He shakes his head, and gets out of the car. “So, are we on for dinner next week? Drinks? Both?”
“Both sound doable. I’ll let you know.”
“Got it.”
He slams the door shut, then walks over to where his car is parked. He sets the rose down on the passenger seat, and starts his car. He hits his head on the steering wheel, lips still tingling where the petals of the rose had touched him. He turns on the radio, and the dulcet sounds of Seal emit from the car’s speakers.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He shouts to no one. Groaning, he buckles in and heads back to his apartment, trying to not freak out at the strange coincidence.
When he gets home, he puts the rose into a bud vase, filling it up two-thirds of the way with room temperature water. His best friend had taught him that trick, which had been told to him by the florist he was in a relationship with. Untying his tie, he unbuttons the top button of his shirt, and goes to sit down at his desk, which he wakes up from its sleeping state, and launches the Chrome browser. He starts to type in ‘Joker’s Cir-’, Google autocompleting it to ‘Joker’s Circus’, which he hits enter for.
The shop comes up at the top of the page, and then on Yelp and FourSquare. He sees that on Yelp, the parlor has multiple five star reviews, as well as quite a few glowing reviews. He opens one up, and sees that it’s about a man named ‘Dagger’. “Dagger’s hand is the steadiest I’ve ever seen, and his artwork is sublime! Check out this ink I got from him four years ago! Still looks fresh! Five stars! Joker’s Circus is the BEST.”
After the tenth review, Charles finds one about the owner. “Snake has a gift for intricate tattoos. Not only is he a great artist, but is a master at piercing. Got my Prince Albert done by him, and my girl got her clit hood pierced too! Sex has never been better!” His face burns as he reads the review, wondering just how many genitalia that man has seen, if this review is any indication of the kind of work he does. Shaking his head, he finds another one about him, and this one is accompanied by a full back tattoo of a highly detailed tree. “I walked into Joker’s Circus knowing I had a certain idea what I wanted, explained it to the owner Snake, and he was able to come up with this design on the spot. I could not be happier with it, and the price was out of this world. Joker’s Circus is the real deal.”
He’s never set foot in a tattoo parlor. He doesn’t know what sort of people frequent a tattoo parlor, but it can’t be good. Hooligans. They must all be delinquents and hooligans. Quickly closing the Yelp page, he sees the actual webpage for the shop. The layout was rather nice - it reminded him of an actual circus, the background a large big-top tent. There’s a list of the artists on one side, which links to their portfolio. He clicks on Snake’s, and sees quite a few different type of pieces in his repertoire. The fact that he does each one so well meant that he really knows his craft - as he would expect an owner to be like.
His mouse clicks on the x at the right corner of the tab, closing the window. No, he won’t be setting foot in that shop. If he goes with Charles to see his precious Finnian, he’ll just hope that maybe it will be a slow night for Snake, so he’ll be helping out there. Pushing away from his desk, he gets up and grabs a beer from the fridge. His eyes go to the orange rose, as he takes a swig from the beer.
Maybe he’ll see if Charles wants to go see Finnian again the day after tomorrow. Can’t seem too eager to see this strange man again so soon.
At least, that’s what he tells himself.
***
Purple neon outlines white lights, Charles standing underneath the sign for the tattoo parlor ‘Joker’s Circus’. His best friend was too busy for the rest of the week, so he finds himself standing in front of this tattoo parlor on Friday night, because he can’t take it anymore. He wants to see Snake again. Besides, he had told him where he worked, so it would seem that the man wants to see him again. He hopes that’s the case, because really, he has no desire to be in this establishment.
Blue jeans cover his legs, a white button up shirt is on his chest, sleeves rolled up on his forearms. He’s got a grey vest on, which he decided not to button up at the last minute, and black and white Chucks on his feet. With a deep breath, he pushes the door open, and walks into the tattoo parlor.
“Evening, sir!” A voluptuous woman stands at a long counter, filled with different types of piercing jewelry. “Do you have an appointment?”
He shakes his head, feeling like a complete idiot. “I do not. I was hoping to see the owner?”
“Snake?” She asks, breasts jiggling in her tight bodice. “He’s currently piercing someone at the moment. Would you like to wait?” She looks down at the appointment book. “Looks like his next client isn’t for another hour.”
Looking around, he sees a bench. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” He goes and sits down, feeling like he’s going to vomit. He can hear the noise of the tattoo guns being used, four out of the five chairs occupied right now. He sees a girl getting a tattoo on her lower back, another girl getting a tattoo on her ankle, a big burly man getting a tattoo around his bicep, and another man getting a tattoo on his shoulder. He wonders just what the person Snake is working on is getting. He really hopes it’s not a genital piercing.
Ten minutes pass, and a young girl walks out from a room that’s kept private by a black curtain hanging over it. She’s got on a midriff, and Charles can see that she has a belly button ring, which looks brand new, as her skin is irritated around it. Snake follows her out, and stands with her at the register, going over instructions on how to clean it, take care of it, and that if she ever wants to change it and doesn’t feel comfortable doing it on her own, to come back to him and he’ll do it for 5 quid. Her flirtatious behavior makes Charles start to feel something akin to jealousy. His eyes narrow, as she tosses her head back with laughter, Snake rubbing his hand on hers. She pays for her piercing, then slips what looks like a 50 pound note into his pants pocket. He can feel his blood boiling, watching this gratuitous exchange. When she leaves, he sees Snake’s entire demeanor change, the charisma that he had just been exuding disappearing almost completely.
“Oh, Snake?” The woman with the big tits says to him, as he starts to walk away.
“What is it, Beast?” Beast? First Snake, then Dagger, now Beast? What the hell? Does anyone have a normal name in this shop?
“There’s a man here to see you.” She nods her head towards where he’s sitting.
The owner of the tattoo parlor turns around, and the smile that appears on his face makes Charles feel like melting into the floor. What the hell? How is that even possible? Snake walks over to him, a large smile on his face. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mr. Charles.”
He quickly stands up, feeling more nervous than he’s felt in his entire life. “You remember.”
“How could I forget the man who has been on my mind since we met a few nights ago?” Golden eyes stare into his, making him move forward without thinking. As if Snake has put him under a spell, and his body is obeying just what this man wants. “I’ve been wondering when you’d walk through my door.”
Blushing, he gives a shrug of his shoulders, his voice stuck in his throat. A hand touches his, and he’s pulled behind the counter. “W-Where are we going?”
“My office.” Snake says, then looks over at the woman he called Beast. “If my appointment arrives early, just tell her I’ll be with her soon.”
“You got it, Snake.” She nods her head, then turns back to the computer that doubles as a register.
Charles follows him, as they walk up a short flight of stairs, and head into a room that’s covered in framed artwork, with papers upon papers piled up on the man’s desk. He walks over to the chair that’s by the desk, and takes a seat, as Snake closes the door, giving the two of them privacy. He pushes his hair back, his mouth going dry as he takes in Snakes’ appearance.
Unlike the night he met him, tonight Snake has on a black button up shirt, sleeves rolled up just like his own are, showing off the two snakes on his forearms. Black jeans cover his legs, and instead of those boots he had seen him wearing, he’s got on a pair of black trainers. He takes a seat on the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, a smile on his face.
“I am rather happy that you’re here, Charles. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve been thinking about you.”
He doesn’t know what to say. “I hope not while you’re piercing someone’s dick.” He blurts out, before covering his mouth in horror.
“I see you’ve done your research.” Snake’s loud laughter makes him feel lightheaded. “No, I’ve done no piercings like that this week.”
“I couldn’t help it,” he admits. “I looked up your shop the moment I got home.” More truths roll off of his tongue, his eyes widening at his honesty.
A smirk appears on the man’s face. “Is that so?” He leans back on the desk, crossing his feet at his ankles. “I’m glad that I made such an impression on you.”
“I don’t know why I’m here.” Charles meets his golden eyes, feeling that pull return. “I just… I wanted to see you again.”
Snake pushes himself off of his desk, and straddles Charles’ lap. No one has ever done something so brazen to him, and it catches him off guard, as he leans back against the chair he’s sitting on, looking up into the man’s liner-lined eyes. “Tell me, Mr. Charles,” Snake speaks in a quiet voice, “have you ever kissed someone with a split tongue before?”
“No,” he whispers, heart accelerating at an abnormal rate.
Hands touch his shoulder, as Snake begins to lean towards him. One eyebrow raises up, as the tongue in question licks Snake’s bottom lip. “Would you like to…?”
“Fuck.”
He couldn’t remember the actual word to answer Snake’s question, but it seemed that the man understood him perfectly. Closing his eyes, he parts his lips, and feels Snake’s lips touch his. The press of Snake’s lips against his feels like what the music artists sing about kisses. No fireworks, but it just feels….right. He groans, slowly parting his lips for him, wanting to know just what it will feel like. He feels Snake’s tongue push through the small opening, and then, his brain shuts down.
The split tongue rubs against his first, then teases the top of his tongue with each pointed edge. He’s moaning, hands going to Snake’s waist to anchor himself to this reality, afraid that if he touches anywhere else, it will wake him up from this dream. His jaw drops, exchanging his breath with Snake as their tongues keep caressing one another, Snake’s split tongue feeling like a gift from heaven. They get so lost in their kisses, that they lose track of time, only becoming aware of it when there’s a knock on the door.
“Snake? It’s 10:30. Your client is downstairs.” Beast’s voice comes through the door.
Their kiss ends abruptly, Charles’ lips gravitating towards Snake’s throat, touching the raised skin at the base of his throat. “Thank you, Beast. I’ll be right down.” His voice comes out sounding more normal than Charles expects it to.
“Okay, thanks!” She replies, and then the sound of feet on the staircase let them know she’s gone.
Charles pulls away, and looks up. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
“I don’t either.” Snake leans forward, and presses another kiss to his lips. “Go out with me on Monday night?”
Staring into his eyes, he nods his head. “Yes. I want to. What’s your number?”
Snake gives it to him, Charles putting it into his phone as it’s told to him. “Text me your address. I’ll come pick you up,” Snake starts to slide off of his lap.
He grabs onto his waist, and pulls him back towards him, lips connecting with a rushed kiss, tongues touching in a wild manner. The two frot against one another a few times, Snake just as aroused as he is, before he tears his mouth away from him. “Please tell me you don’t ride a motorcycle.”
“And if I do?” Snake slips off of his lap, adjusting himself. Charles licks his kiss swollen lips, groaning low at the small action. “Are you not going to ride with me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Don’t worry - I drive a car.” Snake teases him, a smile on his face. “Text me your address. I’ll see you on Monday.”
He stands up, and walks over to the door. He gives Snake another quick kiss before leaving the office. “See you on Monday.” He walks down the stairs, and then walks through the shop, heading outside.
When he gets home, he collapses on his bed, and sends a text to him. “Here’s my address. 1889 Victoria Street. All I can feel is your tongue in my mouth.”
“All I can feel is how your cock felt rubbing against mine. Sweet dreams, Mr. Charles. See you on Monday.”
He stares at the ceiling for a minute, before rolling over to bury his face into his pillow, and then lets out the loudest scream he can muster up. What the hell. This was never supposed to happen to him. He only hopes he can get through the weekend, because right now, it feels like Monday is a year away, and not two days away. He’ll get through it. Hopefully.
Hi. This is so sudden, but are you still doing Drabble Meme? About finny ship series. I've been wondering how the servants are reacting to Finny's little escapades with Phipps and Ron?? That and the prompt #16 please! - anonchansan
Yes, I’m still doing the drabble meme. (SO MUCH ON QUEUE OH MY GOD) but this one’s gotta top the list of to-write BECAUSE THE THOUGHTS HAD CONSUMED ME. I simply /had/ to write them down. Lmao These are p much just silly shitty cutesy things, so. ERM????? I hope you enjoy. uwu
send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble#16 - It could be worse.
And, apparently. Congrats to me and heartlessfujoshi for reaching 100k words on the Finny Ship series. omg. ILUSM how did we get so far? how did we fall so deep? LMAO
Finnian has been in the highest of spirits. All three of them--Bard, Mey-rin, and Snake (including all his snakes)--have noticed. (Tanaka proceeds with his usual--sipping tea, laughing "hoh hoh hoh"--so the three aren't sure if he's noticed the increase in happy vibes or not.)
They all assume 'something is up with Finnian', but it isn't until the gardener is allowed to sleep over at the Queen's Palace (without them!!) that they are truly convinced something /is/ up.
Bard and Mey-rin leave the mission of information-gathering upon Snake, who's to accompany the master on their visit to the Queen's Palace.
"You make sure you're all eyes and ears, ay't?" Bard lowers his gaze to Snake, who's crouched on the floor. The cook's hands are on his hips, toothpick clenched between teeth.
"I've told you before. We don't have ears. We feel vibrations through our skin. -- says Wordsworth." Towards whom Snake faces. The rest of the footman's scaled friends surround him, except for Emily and Oscar who hang loosely around his neck.
"Right, right. I got it." Bard grins and raises a thumb at the footman. He continues, "We gotta figure why Finny's staying over. I'm sure it'll give us clues why he's been freakishly happy lately." He crosses his arms in front of his chest and nods in agreement to himself.
"Tell me again why we can't just ask him? – says Bronte."
"Ahh, nonsense." Bard puts an arm over Snake's shoulders as he stands up, almost making Snake lose balance. "Things are more fun this way, ain't it?"
"We'll be trusting you with this important task, that we are, Snake!" Mey-rin exclaims with excitement, almost bouncing in place. By the kitchen table, Tanaka sits, drinking his tea, and laughing like he always does.
"Go and make us proud." Bard says once he lets go of Snake. He pats the footman on the shoulder, who in turn salutes, both snakes around his shoulders hissing happily.
"Yes, sir. We'll make sure to get the scoop. -- says Oscar."
"We'll see you later, then. -- says Emily."
When Snake comes back that night with no news of why Finnian is staying over, the only piece of information he gathered just that he disappeared with one of the Queen's butlers, the three (and two snakes) sigh in defeat.
***
Dishes for Thursday night cleaned, Snake goes to the greenhouse to see how his friends are doing. They seem very excited to see him again, slithering all about.
Oscar and Emily slither down his arms, wrap around his legs and proceed to slide down to the floor. Once they're off, he heads to the spot in the greenhouse he'd taken a liking to. The same one where he once waited in order to slay Smile. Funny how things have changed now.
Sitting down, Snake takes off the lid of a small tin can of cookies, extras from Smile's afternoon snack. He munches on a cookie, enjoying the crisp texture and sweet taste of them. He's never been one for sweets, but Black's sweets are an exception. While he eats, he listens in on his friends' conversation. They all do finely, until Oscar mentions something embarrassing.
"Our little Snake's found someone today."
"Found someone?" asks a chorus of various snakes, one hissing over the other.
"Quite the fine thing, he is. Although a bit on the mean side. Fufu." Emily smiles.
"He?" Another chorus of snakes hisses. They all gather around Emily, asking more questions. What's he like? How'd he look? Where and how did they meet? Emily seems to enjoy the attention.
Snake opens his mouth to break the commotion when an image of the white butler flashes through his mind. A prideful stance, a sarcastic-looking smile coupled with an annoyingly tuned voice, and a solid, demeaning gaze. What's to like about that? Snake huffs. But then—
His eyes.
Snake recalls how he'd stared into the butler's eyes for a moment. A moment that seemed to make them connect. A moment that lasted way too short, perhaps. The footman can't quite place a color on those elegant (but still degrading) eyes. Silverish blue? He remembers they seemed to glimmer like stars that peek out from an indigo sky.
With a sharp inhale, Snake catches himself pondering over the butler for too long. That butler wasn't anything /special/, he tells himself. Just… Just what?
"Bah, doesn't sound like much to me." Wordsworth says, slithering away from Snake and towards a tree.
Snake watches Goethe crawl towards him, wagging his tail end gleefully. "We hope you can meet him again, Snake."
Meet him again? A smile pulls on the sides of Snake's lips. Perhaps it would be nice to meet him again. If only to leave a better impression.
***
Snake is helping Mey-rin wash the dishes from Friday lunch, while Bard adjusts knobs on his fire breathing machine. He's about to 'cook' (or perhaps turn into charcoal) the slab of meat on the kitchen table. Finnian was taken by Sebastian to see the young master in his office.
Mey-rin sighs, scrubbing a plate. "It's still disappointing we couldn't get any information on Finny last night."
"We're sorry. -- says Oscar." The white snake slithers from Snake's left shoulder to his right, nearer to Mey-rin.
"It's quite alright, it is! We didn't expect Finnian to leave so soon is all." Mey-rin sighs to herself, then perks up and smiles at the snake. She wipes her fingers on her apron, and rubs a dry finger on Oscar's head. "You did well. Don't you worry!"
The white snake hisses, pleased. Snake smiles at the small gesture. "Thank you. -- says Oscar."
"But--" Bard starts, making the two washing dishes turn their heads toward him. The fire breathing machine is on his back now, strapped to him. He holds onto the mouth through which the fire usually comes out. "--we /do/ know he met with the fellow that came here the other day, right? The Queen's butler."
"Right!" Mey-rin resumes her dishwashing with Snake. "Which one of the Charles, was he?"
"The taller one, right?" Bard answers. "What's his name again?"
"Phipps. -- says Emily." The tri-colored snake slithers up Snake's leg, then wraps loosely around his neck like Oscar.
"Right." Mey-rin nods, handing another plate for Snake to rinse.
"He came by here before, didn't he? Out of the blue, too. He went all 'Let's pretend I wasn't here'." Bard laughs short as he points the mouth of his machine to the slab of meat. Snake senses Oscar wants to warn Bard of turning the meat into charcoal, but keeps his mouth shut. He knows Bard won't listen.
"Oh yes, I remember. Quite out of the blue he appeared, that he did! And--" Mey-rin smiles wide, and then she suddenly stops--like she's just remembered something. "And oh my-- I remember he w-w-w-w-w- he w-w-winked at me." She covers her red face with her hands, soap and water dripping unto her sleeved arms. Emily pats the maid's shoulder with her head. "Oh, dear me."
"Feh, well, back to Finnian. I'm just glad he wasn't there to meet with the shitty Charles." Bard continues.
Snake blinks, looking over his shoulder at Bard. "Shitty? -- asks Oscar."
"Yeah, that Earl Grey." Bard rolls his eyes, saying the 'Earl Grey' sarcastically. He shakes his shoulders and arms as if trying to shake off disgusting murk on his skin. "Yeesh. Just saying his name makes my skin crawl."
The tri-colored snake slithers to Snake's other shoulder, switching places with Oscar. "What's so bad about Earl Grey? -- says Emily."
"Before you got here, Snake, he stayed over, he did! On a really, really stormy night." The maid says, seeming to have recovered from her outburst.
He was here on a stormy night before? Since his stay at the Phantomhives, Snake can only recall one incredibly stormy night. The same night he'd attempted to kill Smile.
Snake gulps. To think he was at the greenhouse then… His heart pounds at the possibility they could have met that much sooner.
"It was so very hard handling him." Mey-rin scrubs the plate she's washing a bit harder now. "He ate all the food, and we were so lost what to do, that we were!"
"That must've been hard… -- says Emily." Snake says forlornly in her voice. Although internally, he thinks about how Grey could eat a lot, but still remains to be of small stature. Imagining the white butler munching down food after food after food brings a smile to his face without him realizing.
"I'm back!" Finnian shouts, giggling as he does, having returned from his talk with the young master. The three silently agree to drop the conversation on the Queen's butlers for now.
"Welcome back, Sunflower. -- says Oscar."
"Thank you!"
When Bard finally uses the fire-breathing machine, and it explodes on his back, Sebastian is quick to come down and remedy the situation.
***
"Hey, Snake." Bard whispers while he pounds meat at the counter.
"Yes? -- says Oscar." Snake turns his head to him, while Oscar slithers up his body to switch with Bronte. He walks over to the sink to place dirty dishes from Smile--no, the young master's Saturday morning snack, then to the storage to get potatoes, as instructed by Black.
"Another one's come over." Bard continues, right before Snake can enter the storage room.
Snake knits his eyebrows, looking over at Bard. "Another one? -- says Oscar."
"Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Finnian has a guest!" Comes Mey-rin, carrying a basket of freshly laundered linen. "And different from the Queen's butler, he is!."
"Ooh, another friend? -- says Wilde."
"Yeah, another 'friend'." The cook laughs. "Yeesh. First, a guy in all white, now a guy in half-white, half-black. Just what is happening with Finnian? Where is he meeting these guys?"
"I remember seeing this guest before, that I do. But, hmm, I wonder when?" Mey-rin disappears into the small corridor where the linen closet is.
Snake watches her put freshly laundered towels into the closet for a moment, then looks back at Bard. "You don't know who this guy is? -- says Wilde."
"Nah, not at all. But the way things are going, I bet we're gonna have a lotta chances to ask him questions. Heh." Bard grins at him. "Betcha he's staying the night."
"That's true, that's true! I agree." Mey-rin clasps her hands together.
A small smile rises upon Snake's lips as he watches the two continue to talk joyously. The Phantomhive household sure is lively again today. He hopes he can meet Finnian's friend later. He doesn't mind who the guest is, but if he's able to make Finnian excited (and these two, curious) enough, he's sure the guest isn't too bad of a guy.
***
On Sunday morning, Snake helps Finnian at the garden. He's happy to see the gardener shining so bright, brighter than he usually does, and he can tell it's because of the guest from yesterday.
"Hey, Finny." Snake says in Emily's voice. He waits for Finnian to turn his head towards him from the rose bushes he's talking to before he continues. "Who was your guest yesterday? -- says Emily."
"You mean Ronald?" Finnian smiles, rivaling the brightness of the sun above. "He's my friend."
"You seem to be really, really, /really/ close with these 'friends' of yours, Sunflower. -- says Oscar."
"Charles and Ronald?" The gardener blinks. He chuckles after a while, scratching his cheek. "Well, they /are/ very special to me."
The two resume whatever they were doing after a slight pause. Finnian talking to rose bushes as he waters them. Snake trimming the grass.
"If it's okay to ask--" He starts in Oscar's voice.
"Go on ahead!" Finnian immediately replies.
It takes a few breaths before Snake is ready to vocalize what Oscar meant to say. "What are they to you, Sunflower? -- says Oscar."
"What are they to me?" The gardener tilts his head to one side, repeating the question as if to understand.
"Are they your l-lovers? -- says Emily." Snake stutters because he didn't know how to quite say it without sounding… off.
"Lovers?" Finnian blinks, seemingly unfamiliar with the term. Snake is about to explain it to him, care of Emily, when the gardener continues. "Well, I do love them both. I suppose they both are!"
The gardener's cheery smile makes both snakes and Snake's heart skip beats. None of them find the words to resume the conversation for a few moments.
When Snake has recuperated, he says, "Well, as long as you're happy… -- says Oscar."
"I am! I'm really happy when I'm with them both." Finnian laughs. Snake smiles right at him, would laugh if he could.
"Hey, beautiful." Someone says from Snake's right. He turns his head to see a finely-dressed man, with glasses, half-blonde, half-black hair and yellow-green eyes.
"Ronald!" Finnian immediately runs over to him, wrapping his arms around the man. "I thought you'd already left!"
"Couldn't leave without saying goodbye first, could I?" Snake watches the man--Ronald--kiss Finnian on the forehead. Then Ronald looks over towards his direction. "Oh? I don't think I've met him before."
"Ah, right! I haven't introduced you." Finnian pulls Ronald by the arm to walk closer to Snake, who stands up. The footman isn't comfortable to be seen by this stranger up close, in fear of how he'd react to his scales, but Finnian's enthusiasm replaces his fear with bravery. He stands tall, Emily and Oscar wrapped around his upper arms. "Ronald, this is Mr. Snake. Mr. Snake, this is Ronald, my lover!"
The man jumps, exceedingly surprised by the term Finnian had just used to describe him. He turns to Finnian, face flushed red, not really knowing how to react to this. Considering how he shakes, how he opens his mouth but his voice fails him, he looks extremely, extremely happy.
"Oh my. Look at him! He's embarrassed. You might have broken him, Finny. -- says Emily." Snake doesn't say, 'That's my boy.' though Emily hissed so.
"Quite the handsome man you are, aren't ya? Pleasure to meet you, Ronald. -- says Oscar."
Snake extends his right hand out to Ronald, urged by Oscar's tail.
The man clears his throat, then takes Snake's hand. "Pleased to meet you, too, Mr. Snake. And these two around your arms might be?"
"I'm Emily. -- says Emily." Snake points to her. "Oscar. -- says Oscar." Then at Oscar.
"Pleasure to meet you two, as well. You have such beautiful scales. You all shine radiantly under the sunlight." He says to all three of them, smiling sly.
Bless this boy and his quickness to recuperate, all three of them think.
When Finnian walks away to show Ronald to the mansion's exit, Snake's mind wanders off to the man who's last spurted insults towards his scales. He purses his lips, remembering how insulted he'd been, but soothed at the apologetic look in the same man's eyes moments after.
Would he ever meet him again?
***
"Snake," he senses Oscar call out to him. The human pouts, crouched on his favorite spot in the greenhouse, when Oscar comes slithering toward him. Judging by the hisses he'd been hearing all around him for the past few minutes, this will probably be embarrassing.
Snake clears his throat. "What is it?"
"We've all been talking." Snake nods his head. He knows. He's been listening in on them. "Wha-- You heard us?" Snake nods twice more. "Then this would be easy to explain." Oscar wraps around Snake's knees. "You should ask Smile to let you meet with him again."
Just as he'd expected. The footman pouts, trying to put up a tough front. "Why should I?"
"Don't be such a kid now. If Smile lets Finnian meet up with his Phipps, he should let you meet up with your—uh, what's his name again?"
"Mr. Butler." Emily giggles, wiggling her head joyously.
"Grey, was it?" Bronte slips in.
"Right. Grey."
"Oscar and Emily might be okay with him, but I'm still against this." Wordsworth slithers towards them.
"Same," says Wilde.
"You're just being mean because you haven't seen him yet." Emily hisses.
"Sure, I have. Remember Easter?" Wilde heightens his stance and hisses openly. "He's a violent, mean kid."
"Yeah, I saw him then, too, Wilde." Oscar says. "But he's different now."
Snake watches his friends argue. When Oscar slithers down his legs, he pulls his knees close. It's not like he doesn't want to see him again. He was a bit of a jerk, but… But.
The footman closes his eyes. He can still clearly picture those eyes, piercing his soul through his chest, sending waves to go up his spine.
Regardless, he thinks, /I don't want to ask./
***
"Finny." He says in Emily's voice.
"Yes, Mr. Snake?"
"Do you—Do you maybe want to meet with that white fellow again? – says Oscar."
"White fellow?" Finnian looks to Snake, then looks up as he ponders. "Oh, you mean Charles?"
Snake nods his head.
"Of course, I do." He laughs. "But—I'm not sure if we can without purpose..."
Snake is about to mouth the next bit that Oscar wants to say, but pauses. He glares at Emily who hisses what he has to say next. "I'm sure the young master would be delighted to let us go. We're almost done with ball preparations anyway. Do you want to go tomorrow? – says Emily."
"Tomorrow?" Finnian smiles with delight. It's like he has sparkles appearing all around him.
"Yeah. We can go tomorrow. We can take you on the carriage. – says Oscar." Snake says these words with the confidence of each snake, but deep inside he's so scared Finnian would say no. It takes all of him to keep saying his friends' words.
"Really?" Finnian almost shouts out in surprise. "That'd be helpful! Thank you, Mr. Snake!"
"Why should I let you go?" Ciel slams a fist on the table. "I forbid it at all cost--" All his anger stops for a moment, then he sighs. "Can you two step away for a bit? And turn around. Give me a moment."
The two follow as ordered. They hear Sebastian and Ciel start to whisper to each other, but not really understanding what they're saying.
"It'll be nice if the young master says yes, huh?" Finnian whispers to Snake, who nods in reply. "I hope we can both meet our Charles."
Snake could feel steam coming out of his ears at the thought of calling Charles Grey /his/ Charles. He knows Finnian means different, but still.
He hears Ciel sigh at that moment. "I suppose it could be worse." He says.
What? What could be worse?
"You two, come closer again please."
The two follow as instructed.
"I will let you two go to the Queen's Palace tomorrow--" The two's eyes begin to shine in delight. "--only /after/ you're done with your chores. Understand?"
"Yes, sir!" They say in unison.
"--says Oscar."
"Alright. You two may leave. Sebastian. My snacks."
When the two exit Ciel's office, both their hearts brimming with glee, Snake wonders about Ciel's words.
/It could be worse./
How could it be worse, when it's the best thing that's happened since that Thursday?
Snake's heart hasn't thumped this fast in a while. He hopes they finish chores early tomorrow, so they can see /their/ Charles as soon as possible.
☾★☆☠✿■♡♥☮♦☯▼∇♒☼ൠ ◉ - ship headcanon Earl Charles Grey the Shit (that's his full name ryt HAH)
Since I know who this is *squints eyes* - I’ll go ahead and oblige these for you. Since I’m fairly certain you’re asking this in regards to some GreySnake action, hmm? If you’re not, apologies, but that’s how I’m going to proceed with this. So, consider these some lame ass headcanons for some GreySnake - in FS AU. Shall we?
☾ - sleep headcanon
Grey is a cuddler. He likes to sleep with Snake in his arms, which is totally okay with Snake, as he likes to curl up against him. Even though Grey has a smaller frame, these two fit together quite nicely. They’ll alternate between who the big spoon/little spoon is, so each gets their own turn to cuddle/curl against one another.
★ - sad headcanon
Grey didn’t have a good time at Weston. He was always picked on for being so short. Of course he became best friends with someone much taller than him, who could protect him from the bullies.
☆ - happy headcanon
Snake makes him happy. Even though he was an unexpected happy, he tends to wake up with a smile on his face now. He’s happier than he’s been in a long time, which Phipps likes to point out any chance he can, which just makes Grey roll his eyes, and covers his smiles with grimace.
☠ - angry/violent headcanon
To channel his rage at the bullies in school, he joined the fencing team. His temper tends to get the best of him at times, so he’s usually quick with his sword before he hears an explanation. Sometimes this works out, and other times, he’s dealing with a very upset Queen. Of course, Phipps lets him suffer on his own, because he if he doesn’t he’ll ‘never learn from these mistakes when you can’t control your temper.’
✿ - Sex headcanon
Power bottom. Grey is a power bottom. He loves teasing, loves to get his lover (aka Snake) all riled up, and then enjoys getting fucked thoroughly into oblivion thanks to his relentless sexual teasing.
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
His room is immaculate. He cannot stand dirty clothes on the floor. He always has to put them away in a hamper. You will never find a stray sock, nor a black glove, out in the open. However, when Snake comes to visit? He tends to drop the anal retentiveness, and just lets his and Snakes’ clothes go wherever they wind up. Even if a little part of him dies inside (but Snake’s smile makes up for it).
♡ - romantic headcanon
His favorite thing to do is shower with his lover. There’s something about the intimacy of bathing another’s body, learning their ticklish spots - erogenous zones - that makes each shower a new adventure. And of course, with each thing he learns about Snake, and vice versa, they both file away to use in the bedroom. Sometimes, however - water gets wasted as they just fulfill that need right then and there.
♥ - family headcanon
He loves his new family of Snake and all of his snakes. To tell you the truth, he hated reptiles before this thing happened with Snake, and now? Now he knows all of Snake’s snakes by name, even without Snake having to verbalize their personalities. He’ll talk to them, while Snake is busy doing other things. He just assumes Snake will get the lowdown from his creatures.
☮ - friendship headcanon
Phipps and him like to go back and forth about their lovers to one another. Almost a competition of sorts. Phipps is the only person he tells everything to, even the stuff that Phipps probably has no desire to hear (*cough* forked tongue *cough*).
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
Grey likes to knit. One day, Phipps threw a pair of needles at him with some yarn to get him to shut up, and now he goes out and buys his own yarn to make things. He excels at making blankets of all sizes.
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon
He likes the taste of coffee more than he does the taste of tea. But he’ll never tell Her Majesty that. He dislikes how he doesn’t get to see his lover as often as he would like. Stupid work, stupid titles, stupid everything.
▼ - childhood headcanon
His parents left him to be on his own a lot when he was a child. He played by himself, and had his imaginary friends. Sure, he had cousins that he played with when they came over, but for the most part, he grew up alone. Which is why when he met Phipps, he was so happy to finally have a friend. And Phipps hasn’t left his side since.
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
Grey eventually cuts his tail off, as it gets too difficult to manage the older he gets. He finds out that he looks much better without it, and asks Snake why he didn’t tell him to cut it before. Emily tells him it’s because she thought he looked handsome any way he wore it. He shuts up, and blushes, unable to handle how lucky he is to be with such a wonderful person.
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
Grey can’t boil water. He can barely make toast, and that’s only if you like it extremely burnt. Snake never complains, though. He tries to learn how to cook things, but most of the time, they’re terrible disasters, so they go out to eat instead. Or, he’ll bring something back.
☼ - appearance headcanon
He’s a vain man. He knows he’s good looking, and tends to keep himself manicured/groomed nicely because of it. Nails are always trimmed short. Hair is always combed neatly.
ൠ - random headcanon
Grey likes to ride. A lot. He will go out on his horse, and ride through the countryside for hours at a time. The feeling of being free on a mare’s back, the wind rushing past him - there’s no feeling quite like it. It’s a high he enjoys chasing whenever he gets the chance.
◉ - Any other question of your choosing
My question? LOL. Or another headcanon? I’ll just go with another headcanon. Not sure how to file this one, so oh well.
Grey really likes Snake’s snakes kisses. Well, he likes Snake’s kisses, but when his snakes give him kisses too? It makes him very happy that they’re pleased with who their master has chosen for as a mate.
Don’t judge me. （/｡＼)
Thank you for asking these! Fucking greysnakes. What have you done to me, onna? ＼(｀0´)／ (づ￣ ³￣)づ
blessed kat so very great and awesome and loves anon-chan-san so much it seems. pls heed this humble oh so humble request despite your dislike (??) for grey yet absolute absolute love for snake. 'greysnake - what happened to your face' bless you for ever agreeing to write this. if you do. know that it kills me in the best ways possible gosh i love you so much i will never be able to huhuhu idk OTL
BUT WHAT IF GREYSNAKE. I cannot believe I wrote this for you, onna. Wtf. This power you hold over me. Bless and curse anon-chan-san-senpai. I hope you’re happy. You know I can’t stand Grey, and yet here we are, and here I am, actively excited about another facet to this wonderful Finny Ship series. I hope you’ll like what I came up with. 💕
Send me one of the following (modified for drabble meme) - “What happened to your face?”
Rating: General
Word Count: ~1660
Notes: Set during this one shot. It runs parallel to the events which happen during it.
When the Phantomhive brat walks into the room, I immediately begin to seethe. I still don’t know how this little shit gets away with what he does. I don’t care what Phipps says. The kid should not be Her watch-dog. He should be in school, with other brats his age. I don’t like him, and I hate that Her Majesty relies on him for so much.
“Ah, good afternoon, Ciel. Thank you for coming today.” Queen Victoria is as cordial as ever. Does she even care for this kid?
The young Earl bows. “Thank you for accepting my invitation, Your Majesty.”
“Please, take a seat. We’ve prepared some tea for you, and some biscuits, if you would like?”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.”
My eyes go towards the Phantomhive butler, who should not be here. Why Phipps doesn’t believe me when I tell him what I did still baffles me. He should at least acknowledge that I’m right. He and I have been together for years! When have I ever lied to him? This man, this butler, is not human. I see him standing next to the young Earl, his eyes meeting mine for a split second. The nerve of that asshole, smirking at me like that. Why, if I could move-
“Charles? The tea?” Her Majesty speaks to me.
“Yes, of course.” I walk over to the table, and pour two cups of tea. I splash a little on the Earl’s saucer, not bothering to mop it up. Why should I? I take a plate of biscuits over to the two of them, upset that Charles has baked the kind I love the most, and I can’t have any. I think he did this on purpose. I will get him back for taking a day off. On all days, why today??
I place clean cup and saucer in front of Her Majesty first, offering her a biscuit, before handing the second cup over to the young Earl. “My, my. Is that tea?” The young Earl’s butler remarks under his breath. “And you call yourself a butler.”
“Tsch.” I grit my teeth, and wipe the little bit of liquid up with my handkerchief. “Apologies, my lord.”
The Phantomhive brat mimicked the smirk that is still on his butler’s face. “Thank you.” He takes two biscuits off of the plate, dismissing me with a wave of his hand. Bastard.
Setting the plate of treats back down on the tray, I look over by the door and see the servant I remember trying to attack me back at Easter. I make my way back over to Her Majesty’s side, and tune out the conversation as I observe this fellow. What was his name? Ah, yes. Snake.
Snake seems to have a white snake wrapped around his neck. What the purpose of that snake serves is beyond my comprehension. I hate snakes. They’re scaly, cold-blooded, and should not be allowed to exist. Why is this…. thing in here with Her Majesty, when he should have waited out in the carriage for his master? Still…..
My eyes keep going from staring blankly at the wall, and back to him. Why are my eyes drawn to him? He looks like he’s the most uncomfortable person I’ve ever seen hold court with Her Majesty. And that is saying a lot, as there have been quite a few people that have been in this room that met their end in here, thanks to myself, and did not look as out of place as this guy does. His eyes are strangely attractive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with amber eyes such as his.
Chairs move back, the meeting now formally adjourned. I see John walk over to the door, and holds it open for the Phantomhive brat and his jack-ass butler, who walk out together. Snake hesitantly follows them, walking behind them two paces. I see John follow them out, leaving me alone with Her Majesty.
“What do you think, Charles?” She asks, looking down at her cup of tea. “Should I trust the boy?”
I know that I can use this opportunity to give her my true feelings. But I hear the words of my partner in my head. ‘He’s since proved his worth to our cause, and has shown his loyalty to the crown.’ I exhale, peeved that I’m even going to say this. “I do, Your Majesty. I think the Earl has ears where we do not, and provides to give us the information we so readily need to keep our grasp on the world.”
“I must say, I agree with you.” She pushes her empty cup towards me. “You may have to go and gather their carriage. Remember, Phipps is gone for the evening.”
Ah, yes. That bastard is off doing who knows what, while I still have to accommodate the little shit. “At once, Your Majesty.” I bow low, and walk over to the tray. I hold in my hands, and leave the room, closing the door behind me. I set it down in the servant’s closet before I head back out to where I know I will find the young Earl.
The three are waiting outside, John standing there, not saying a word to them. I walk over to them. “Mind if I escort your servant with me to get your carriage?” I don’t even bother to wait for an answer before I grab onto Snake’s arm, and begin to drag him with me towards the stables.
“‘Where are we going?’ - says Oscar.” I blink, almost letting go of his arm, when I see the white snake hissing at me.
“We’re going to get your carriage. I don’t want to drive it over here myself. That’s normally Phipps’ job, but it seems that he’s gone off on a personal day.” Why am I giving him this information?
“‘Ah, he must be with Finny.’ - says Emily.” I look over at him, and see that a second snake has joined the white snake - this one tri-colored with orange and black markings on its body. “‘We saw them in our garden.’ - says Emily.”
Now isn’t that interesting? Could it be that Phipps is courting one of the brat’s servants? That couldn’t be the case. Deciding to just ignore the accidental information just given to me, I instead decide to ask something that may result in one of those snakes possibly biting me, but I can’t help it. I have to know. “What happened to your face?”
The two snakes that are curled around his neck both hiss, and I see a look of sadness pass through his amber eyes. Oh. Oh, no. What’s this in my chest? Why does that look…. hurt? He looks at me with a forlorn look in his eyes. “‘Our skin.’ - says Oscar.’” The white snake is curled upwards, red eyes seeming to glare at me.
“Your skin?” I regret even asking him. “Are you really part snake?”
Both snakes hiss at me a second time. “‘No.’ - says Emily.” Snake won’t look at me. His head is turned to the side, making me feel like the sky is falling around me. “‘We were born like this.’ - says Oscar.” His voice is quiet. It astounds me that he speaks in different voices for these two creatures. “‘Why is your hair like the way it is?’ - asks Emily.”
“My hair?” I turn my head to the side, and watch the long pieces of silver sway back and forth. “What’s wrong with my hair?” No one has ever asked me this question before.
“‘Nothing. Neither is our face.’ - says Oscar.”
Our eyes meet, time seeming to stand still as we stare at one another. “Touche.” I nod in agreement, wondering just why I feel so light-headed right now.
“‘That is our carriage.’ - says Emily.” His eyes turn away first, leaving me standing there, still staring at him.
Hearing his words, I nod my head. “It is.”
I watch as he goes to the horses, petting them gently before climbing up into the driver’s seat. “‘Will you go back with us?’ - asks Oscar.” His head turns towards me.
“No. I think I’ll walk back.” I step back. “You know how to get to where your master is?”
Snake and his snakes all nod their heads. “‘Yes!’ - says Emily.”
“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” I pat the horse, as I watch them take off slowly, the wheels crushing the gravel on the ground.
His body leans over the side. “‘We hope to see you again soon.’ - says Oscar.” The white snake, and Snake, both smile. That smile makes me smile in return, something I never do.
“I hope so as well.” I raise my gloved hand up, and give a small wave. I begin to walk back towards the palace, trying to figure out just where this excitement is manifesting inside of my body.
When I get back to the palace, I see the carriage is making its way down the path, leaving our place. If I didn’t know any better, I would say both Emily and Oscar are watching me for their companion, whose head is straight forward, watching where the carriage is going. I wave one last time to the creatures, before I turn on my heel and head back into the palace, ignoring my pounding heart. Who is this Snake creature, and why the hell do I find him so fascinating? He’s one of the brat’s servants. This cannot be happening.
send me a ღ and i’ll fill this out about a ship - GreySnake (charles grey x snake)
Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Snake. He doesn’t get a lot of sleep, so of course he’ll be the first one to wake up. Tries not to disturb his sleeping beauty.
Who’s the one to make breakfast: Grey. He feels bad because he knows Snake doesn’t get a lot of sleep, so it’s something he knows he can do to make the other happy.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Grey. For the same reason above.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Grey, for sure. He’s a horn dog, and can’t get enough of Snake’s snake, if you know what I mean. ;)
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Oscar via Snake. He wants his master to have some fun once in a while, and sometimes a butler just needs a day off, so Grey will always agree.
Who chooses the movies: Toss up. I’d say probably Emily for Snake, when he’s feeling in a rom-com mood, and Grey will choose when they’ve both kind of had an ‘off’ day.
Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Snake. He can’t help it. He loves the way Grey smells, so when he’s got his head on his shoulder, he can’t help but lick his neck, and then moves farther up, and then yeah.
Who orders lunch: Grey. He knows just how Snake likes his meals, and is more than happy to order for him. Sometimes Wordsworth will order, which makes Grey smile because it means his honey does pay attention.
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Do you even need to ask? For sure it’s Emily AND Oscar, double teaming for their master. ;)
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Grey. That fool eats so fucking much, that he ends up in a food coma for hours. Snake plays with his hair, and watches him sleep.
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Snake. Of course it’s him. He can’t help it, because Grey looks so good when he’s working.
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Grey. Pathetic bastard. But, Snake secretly loves it.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Grey. He just loves watching Snake’s forked tongue.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Again, Grey. Because of that tongue. Usually the ice cream gets forgotten about, and then madness ensues.
Who cooks dinner: Snake. And he makes a lot of food, because he knows his bae can eat.
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Also Snake, because he doesn’t trust Grey to do a good job.
Who stays up until 2 reading: Grey. Sometimes for pleasure, sometimes for work. It’s a tough life.
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Snake. See answer above about food coma and lack of sleep.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Grey, because it’s a sight so rare, that he enjoys every moment he can to see his beautiful Snake sleeping peacefully, so he showers him with soft kisses.
