are you still taking prompts??? could you write a group scene??? like with most/all of the gang
Okay so this scene was in every reincarnation of ttpoatg except for the current one and I’ve only written half of it in Inez’s pov but I’m gonna switch it up to Lance’s pov and we’ll see how this goes
This is really great writing practice thank you so much :) BTW none of this is canon cause this assumes that Jean and Charles aren’t together by the time Hiro meets Sarah (who is a character from another story (All the Magic That Sang for You) but Hiro doesn’t meet her until after the events of ttpoatg)
here’s my oc page in case anyone wants to help me battle writer’s block by sending me a prompt (that i may or may not finish) (you totally don’t have to)
I’ll keep doing these until I stop getting prompts by the way! They really are helping so thank you so incredibly much to everyone who’s sent me one :)
When he was sixteen, Lance had witnessed Jean get a paper cut, and watched in passive horror as Jean dramatically performed first aid on themselves.
This was much worst.
“Ow, chiz! What are you doing?” Jean’s cry seemed to come from every direction of the house, as if they weren’t right in front of Lance.
“I’m trying to get the glass out of your foot. So, please calm down.” The irritation in Charles’ voice matched the furrowed eyebrows on his face. Or, maybe he was hungover. Most likely the latter, Lance decided. Charles was never the impatient type when sober.
The scene at Vendetta House was quite horrific. The smell of both rubbing and drinking alcohol wafted around the kitchen. Somewhere from the living room, Hiro was yelling for Jean to stop his crying, grumbling about he couldn’t focus on a very important phone call with Jean’s health care provider. Rangsey was by the sink, ignoring Jean’s cries in favor of cleaning up the broken glass so no one else could step on them. Cesar and Inez stood at the entrance of the kitchen, having just arrived not too long ago.
“Shouldn’t we get Jean to the hospital?” Inez asked. She came to stand behind Jean and ran her hand through their hair, calming them down. “You know, to get the wounds cleaned up properly.”
Jean winced at the mention of a hospital. Lance was aware of Jean’s aversion to hospitals.
If I can pop a bone back in place and not get billed thousands of dollars later on, they had once said, then what’s the point of going to a hospital?
“No time for hospital. We have a party to plan,” Jean hissed through gritted teeth. Then they smirked. “Besides, Charles is doing a fantastic job as an impromptu nurse. Right, Mr. Huang?”
Charles coughed, but it didn’t go unnoticed the way the corners of his lips twitched up and the soft inhale that shook his whole body. Well, it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone but Jean, who was looking away from Charles, smiling at a point in the distance.
Lance rolled his eyes at his best friend and grabbed a towel from the kitchen counter. He stood behind Charles and clapped a hand on his back, handing over the towel with a knowing wiggle of his eyebrows. He looked up to meet Cesar’s eyes.
Hey, Cesar mouthed.
Hi there, Lance smiled back.
“All of you, keep the flirting to nonexistent until Jean’s not bleeding out of one foot.” Inez kept her hands in Jean’s hair as she spoke. She leaned down to make eye contact with the injured. “What happened to you anyways? I thought you were trying to be careful ‘cause the hockey season starts next month.”
“They started chasing me around the house like a goddamn maniac,” Hiro said. Jean’s eyes immediately sought him out and the smile on their face was all confirmation for Inez that that was true. This was news to Lance as well. He had in his and Cesar’s room, picking out a movie to watch tonight, when the sound of broken glass and crying shook the silence of the house.
“Why was that, huh?” Lance turned around and found Rangsey standing up, arms crossed, a playful smirk trained at Hiro.
Hiro looked away, but Jean’s laugh was bright. “You should’ve seen it–I found Hiro using Rangsey to practice asking out Sarah.”
“Shut up!” Hiro pointed a finger at Jean, but then crossed his arms instead, huffing out a sigh. “The insurance company said they won’t pay for any medical supplies unless you go to the hospital.”
“Nice subject change.” Charles wrapped Jean’s foot in a clean towel and fiddled around with the ends of the knot. He looked up at Hiro and raised an eyebrow. “You still haven’t asked her out?”
Hiro scoffed. “You’re one to talk.”
“Don’t talk to me like that.” Charles gathered up all the trash beside him and stood up. His cheeks were red and infatuation couldn’t quite compare to how Lance imagined Charles to be feeling for his best friend.
It was all in the signs. How Charles would smile at his phone whenever Jean texted the group chat; or how he’d stop whatever he was doing to join Jean in a late night trip to the grocery store; or how he’d check on “Sagittarius” every time a zodiac thread came across his feed, but forgetting everyone else’s signs. This wasn’t a crush at all.
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JEAN CALLING CHARLES AE-IN IS THE KIND OF CONTENT I LIVE FOR FUK
Well, anon, here is more Jean calling Charles Ae-in content!
The first time Jean calls Charles Ae-in, it catches the two by surprise. The scenario isn’t romantic, to say the least.
It's this: A porcelain toilet, the miasma of cheap alcohol, the pounding of music outside the small bathroom, and one exasperated Jean pushing back the hair of a very sick Charles.
It goes like this: Charles apologizing continuously while attempting to stand up from his crouch in front of the toilet. Jean’s face softening with every apology. Charles taking a seat beside Jean on the floor. Jean placing a kiss to Charles’s damp temple.
It’s this: Light banter about nothing, worried fingers raking damp hair, legs tangling together subconsciously, and Charles’s shaky breaths.
It goes like this: Jean tracing Charles’s throat that they’re sure is sore right now. Jean whispering, “Just breathe, Ae-in, breathe.”
It goes like this: Charles’s breath hitching, eyes widening.
It goes like this: Jean’s breath hitching, eyes widening.
It ends like this: Charles regaining his breathing. Jean calling Charles Ae-in until they’re sure that Charles has finally calmed down.
