#instigativeillusionist

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Blaise replaces the sign with something along the lines of "Property of blondie magma"

The Executive’s only reaction is to sparkle smugly in response.

"Yeah, that’s better."

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"Proton, Proton, Proton, Protoooooon." Blaise whined, grabbing his arm before half assedly shaking it around. "Pay attention to meeeee." After a good two to three minutes he just abruptly lets go and begins stripping like, "Look at what I'm wearing underneath my clothes, dear." The answer was lacy underwear. /Whoops/.

Honestly, there was nothing that ended up getting on Proton’s nerves faster than being ignored. However, he was beginning to learn that sometimes it was more useful to fight fire with fire.

How had this entire argument started in the first place? Hell, even the Executive himself couldn’t remember at that point. Something had happened that ended up pissing him off to a degree, and instead of reacting with yelling, he apparently decided to go with the silent treatment instead. All he really knew other than that was that he was apparently trying to beat his own record for being one stubborn son of a bitch. And he was doing a damn good job at it, too, from the sound of things. Of course, the fact that Blaise insisted on shaking his arm around like that was a bit annoying, but not enough to really get on his nerves or provoke him into a reaction- though if it had been anyone but the blond, they probably had a good chance of getting smacked in response.

The next thing that he said did manage to get the Executive’s attention, but he tried his best to ignore it, biting the inside of his cheek in response. It was all just a plot to get Proton to stop ignoring him, right? Nothing more. He wasn’t going to let Blaise get him with something as weak as that. If he really wanted the Executive to break his silence, he would have to do more than that; in response, Proton let out a- probably more dramatic than it really needed to be- huff, squeezing his eyes shut, and intentionally turned away. Well, even more than he already had been at that point, anyways. He could do this. He could totally do this.

And then Blaise actually did start taking off his clothes. Well then. Needless to say, he hadn’t been expecting him to actually go through with it.

He could hear it actually happening; that was what drew his attention first, before anything else. Despite himself, the Executive turned his head to look, eyes widening slightly in response. He opened his mouth, presumably to say something, but found that words were a bit difficult at the moment. It was only when the blond was completely undressed, and he had gotten a good look at what he was wearing, that Proton finally managed to clear his throat loudly, and figured out something half-coherent to say. “I… You look nice. Yeah. Wow.” Apparently that was one way to end an argument.

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Blaise may or may not have been dressed in something of the questionable variety as he pulled out his phone to text Proton, messaging him something along the lines of, 'hey proton i've got a gift for you.' [[i deserve to be shot]]

Proton had received a generous amount of cake for his birthday, but damn it if he wasn’t trying his hardest to make a dent in it. He really wasn’t so much attempting to do work in his office as he was eating food and burning time. The sound of his phone going off caused the Executive to jump slightly, but he managed to avoid dropping his fork, if only barely. He stuck it in his mouth when he went to inspect the text message, eyebrow raising in response. He could only wonder what the gift happened to be- though not really, because he already had a damn good idea- and Proton couldn’t help but grin a bit as he went to type his reply.

ｏｈ  ｒｅａｌｙ ｎｏｗ

ｉｓ ｔｈｔａ ｍｙ ｃ ｕｅ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ａｎｅｎｔｒａｎｃｅ？

He slid his phone back into his pocket, abandoning his cake in favor of getting to his feet and wandering out of his office. He didn’t really feel the need to ask the blond where he was supposed to meet him, because if he was being completely honest with himself, the Executive felt like he already knew. There weren’t many places Blaise could have been at the moment, anyways, so checking their room was a relatively safe decision regardless of what the mysterious gift happened to be. He had already been hanging around his office, after all; the only other possible location would have been the breakroom, and it was presumably rather… Crowded during this time of the day. At least Proton thought it was still day; time had a tendency to get away from someone when they were an insomniac. Nothing particularly stood out from anything else; if it wasn’t for windows and clocks, the Executive probably would have lost track of what time it was during the day completely.

He knocked on the door before entering, though the door was usually open more often than not, and this was no exception. Upon taking a few steps inside, Proton casually shut it behind him before deciding to call, “I’m ho~me.”

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“Sie sind schön, ich könnte Sie für immer halten.”

A pause.

"I… Uh. Yeah. Hope that’s right. Might’ve consulted the almighty Google Translate for that shit." He laughed, totally not in a manner that was remotely awkward or nervous whatsoever, and tightened his grip slightly on the blond on reflex. Perhaps a tree wasn’t the most safe or comfortable place in the world to hang around, but Proton was fairly adept when it came to climbing them and keeping his balance. Plus, he had already made it a point to promise that if one Blondie Magma just so happened to fall out of said tree, he was more than willing to act as a pillow to cushion the fall. He could vaguely remember an incident many months before involving a rampaging Gyarados and a group of police cars in which Blaise had done the very same for him; it was only right that he would end up returning the favor somewhere down the line. Besides, the sight before them was totally worth risking a few bumps and scrapes.

He had heard from a semi-reliable source- semi-reliable being Saturn, who was either experiencing a rare streak of kindness, or just wanted to fuck with him- that there was going to be a meteor shower that night. Obviously his first instinct was to approach his husband with all of the enthusiasm of a child pitching the idea of a trip to the candy store. It was difficult to turn down the Executive when he got like that; needless to say, one thing led to another, and somehow Proton ended up curled up in a tree with a Blondie Magma leaning against him, resting his chin on top of Blaise’s head and rambling on absentmindedly about whatever happened to come to mind as he waited for something to happen.

He wasn’t sure how long they had been sitting there, honestly, but personally he didn’t really mind. The Executive was naturally a bit of a chatterbox by nature, and the blond had expressed on several different occasions that he enjoyed hearing him talk- though he hadn’t been adding much input for a while. Proton had been about to question him on that, actually- had he really fucked up the whole German thing that badly?- when a flash of sudden movement above happened to draw his attention elsewhere.

“Blaise!" He hissed, going to point but stopping himself at the last second upon realizing letting go of him probably wasn’t the smartest idea. "It’s happening. Guess Kitty Caturn wasn’t just trying to pull a fast one, eh?" The Executive stared at the brightly lit scene before them, taking a few seconds to realize he hadn’t gotten a response. "… Mackaroni?"

He leaned over, awkwardly trying to get a look at the blond’s face without moving him around too much. It only took a quick glimpse for Proton to realize why exactly Blaise had been so quiet as of late.

Apparently, he had fallen asleep at one point or another. It brought a small, rare smile to the Executive’s face, before he leaned back in his original position. Briefly, he wondered whether he should have given waking his husband up a shot, but eventually decided against it. If he was tired enough to pass out without any sort of warning, then he obviously needed the rest. Proton could always tell him that they couldn’t really see anything as far as the meteor shower went in the morning, and personally he didn’t mind spending the night in a tree. It wasn’t as if he had much of a choice in the matter, being unexpectedly promoted to pillow and whatnot.

So, letting out a quiet sigh, the Executive buried his face in the blond’s hair, mumbling, “Love you, dork,” before settling in to watch the lightshow by himself.

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(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

Nape: Deep Attachment

Throat: Desire

Lips: Love

"Hey, Blondie. You awake?"

No, of course he wasn’t. It was three in the fucking morning. The entire goddamn building was asleep, for the most part. Then again, it wasn’t as if such things mattered to an insomniac like Proton; three in the morning was about the same as three in the afternoon to him. The only thing the Executive was met with was the sound of his husband’s gentle breathing. Not that it particularly bothered him; he simply buried his face in the blond’s hair instead. Blaises made for very good pillows, especially ones that happened to be of the sleeping or otherwise immobile variety. Ten out of ten, would recommend. Or he would have said that, if they didn’t happen to be in very short supply; he just so happened to own the only one, and there was no way in hell he planned on sharing. Proton was known to be a rather selfish son of a bitch, after all.

Eventually, however, all good things had to come to an end. There was work that needed to be done, both in his office and down in the fungeon. Perhaps if he got going right then and there, he would be able to get back to their room and wash the blood off before the blond managed to wake up.

If he managed to get going. Which was easier said than done.

Procrastinating was a terrible habit of his, and this situation was no exception. The Executive reluctantly pulled his face out of Blaise’s hair, propping his chin up with one hand as he squinted to get a good look at the clock- the newest in a line of many, no doubt. 3:26, the glowing red letters read. Eh. He could probably spare a few more minutes. It was still pretty early, after all; he had plenty of time. At least long enough to bend down and press his lips to the nape of the blond’s neck. It wasn’t as if he was actually awake to know that Proton had done such a thing, of course, but it was the thought that counted. And the fact that doing so had probably managed to burn another thirty seconds.

But, hey. Why stop there? After a moment or two of hesitation, the Executive moved his lips to the blond’s throat as well. “I love you." He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. Even if no one else would end up hearing it, he still felt as though it needed to be said.

Reluctantly, Proton pulled away after that, sitting up on the edge of the bed so he could pull his boots on. According to the clock, he had managed to burn a good ten minutes or so, something he wasn’t exactly complaining about. Getting to his feet, he made it a point to stretch, before turning his attention back to the bed.

Eh. Just one more kiss wouldn’t hurt. At least that was his logic when he stole one more from Blaise’s lips before casually wandering out of the room to get back to work.

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His hand was trembling as he finished signing his name on the contract. The deal was done. Brodie was now an official member of Team Rocket and there was no turning back at this point. It would take some time getting use to things, but he would eventually get there. The recruiter across the counter handed him a few things along with an official Rocket uniform.

"Your soul belongs to Rocket now.. Heheheh, welcome.." The recruiting grunt chuckled, flashing a rather creepy grin at him. Brodie hoped he did the right thing when he signed that contract. But when the other mentioned that his soul now belonged to Team Rocket, it made him feel a little uneasy. He felt that if he didn't like it here and tried to high-tail it back to Hoenn, that they'd come after his ass and probably slit his throat in his sleep or something, and that wasn't something he wanted. He gave a heavy sigh, picking up his stuff.

"Just show me where my quarters are." he demanded.

"Here." the grunt slides a paper over to him, displaying everyone's names and room number. "Just find your name and get on your way."

Brodie shot him a cold glare, not liking the way he was being talked to like he was some lowly grunt, well, technically he was now, but even at Magma, the grunts would never think to speak that way to their equal peers, and definitely wouldn't dare to speak to their superiors in that tone. Brodie didn't like the fact that he basically had to start over after being an administrator for years, but in time, maybe he could be promoted. He then skimmed his eyes down the sheet, looking for his name. Searching through the B's, he stopped at his name, only noticing another familiar name right above his.

.......... .......... Blaise Brandt Brodie Botticini .......... ..........

Is this really what he was seeing? Maybe there was someone else who just happened to have the same first and last name as Blaise? No, that just seemed impossible. Well, there was really only one way to find out. And coincidentally, their quarters were on the same hall. Brodie looked up to the grunt with a sarcastic smile, "Thank you." and took his leave.

He walked aimlessly down the halls, looking for a certain room number. Upon finding it, he stopped in front of the door with a smirk played on his lips. "Heh, bingo. I really can't believe I'd find you here, of all places." he mused. Brodie hesitantly reached for the door handle, only to find that it was unlocked, but does he enter, is the real question. Of course he does. He had a bone to pick with Blaise, but also an apology for disappearing for so long. It was the least he could do now. Shit happens, but there's always a way to make up for things.. Blaise always forgave Brodie for everything stupid he does, so he figured he still would now, or, at least eventually. What is there to lose? He lost his job, his home, his best friend, his love, everything. So really, what else is there to lose?

The phantom slowly turned the handle until the door opened and quietly snuck into the room. The shower was running, assuming that maybe that's where the blonde was, so he figured he'd wait around for a bit, inviting himself in Blaise's bed. He just laid there with his feet crossed, leaning against the headboard patiently for the other to come out. While he waited, he grabbed a bag of chips that were laying on the night stand and began eating them like being in Blaise's room and eating his food after everything that happened, was obviously no problem at all. Brodie just really didn't give a shit at this moment. Blaise would get over it, so he thought.

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[Archer thinks Blaise is actually very useful; since Blaise took that solo mission and did those things at the bank, he feels as though, in the future, Blaise will make a very good field agent for the Team’s Cause. Unlike with Tabitha, Archer actually has very little worries concerning Blaise, especially with the blond’s recent marriage to Proton; in fact, he’s pretty much convinced Blaise is 100% Rocket, now, so he really doesn’t have any problems with him and Proton being a relationship. whoops i forgot to send you guys his marriage present for you it was a gravy boat surprise He’s also hoping he might be able to wrangle Blaise in to help him in getting Proton promoted but shhhhh, it’s a secret.]

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OH GOD WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN.

blondie magma makes his kokoro go doki doki okay there that it is i am done

Blaise is probably one of the only people who has gotten a chance to see any side to Proton beyond his usual default of “murderous, intimidating and always ready to wreck shit.” He’s actually willing to show weakness around him. Hell, he’s even willing to cry- which is something that happens so rarely for him that I can probably count the amount of times he’s done it on one hand- though he hasn’t and I don’t know if he ever will be totally alright with doing that sort of thing openly and not trying to hide it. That’s not to say he’s completely honest with him and how he’s feeling at any given moment, but he doesn’t feel like he needs to constantly put up any sort of facade around him.

He’s also completely open with him about shit that he wouldn’t dream of letting other people know about. Blaise is legitimately the only living person who is able to get away with calling him by his actual name, much less one of the very few individuals who even knows what it is. He associates it with a lot of really terrible things, but when Blaise calls him Lance, that association just doesn’t exist?

It also goes without saying that he’s one of the people Proton would go to ridiculous lengths to protect, and would gleefully unleash hell on anyone unfortunate to so much as knock his ice cream cone onto the ground as Shiro can probably attest to.

I’m pretty sure he’s willing to do just about anything for him, and honestly, the only thing he really wants in return is for Blaise to be happy. Which, for someone like Proton, means a lot.