So I made a blunder and somehow hit ‘reply’ while I typing. Instead of post. Before it was even finished.
*hides face in hands and sighs heavily*
30…as comfort.
7…to shut them up
(I almost want to write both cause these are cute)
Oops I wrote both of them, so under a cut for length
LunaAm-30…as comfort.
Luna sighed heavily as she draped her arms across the table, it seemed as if everything that could go wrong, was going wrong. From being late to practise to dropping her lunch all over the floor, to breaking a heel while on stage it seemed as if the world itself had turned against her.
“At least it couldn’t get any worse right?”
As if on cue a loud crack of thunder split the air and the thick, gloomy clouds that had been hanging in the sky all day opened up and let loose all the rain inside.
“Oh come on!”
Jacket held tightly around her and her umbrella in one hand she made her way down the street in the pouring rain, hopefully once she got to the bakery things would start looking up.
Just as the thought entered her mind a car came careening down the road, soaking her with a wave of cold, muddy water.
“This is, the worst day ever.”
Luna slumped in her seat at the bakery table, cheek pressed to the cool surface. Things had not in fact gotten better. She was cold and wet and they’d sold out of that yummy looking new cinnamon bu she’d been dying to try.
“Luna?”
Her head shot up at the sound of a voice from beside her..
“Am!” As soon as the name came out of her mouth she quickly slapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry,” she said quietly. “But, what are you doing here?”
“Grabbing a snack.” She looked Luna up and down and frowned. “What happened, you’re a mess. Here,” she slipped out of her jacket, putting it around Luna’s shoulders.
Startled, Luna looked up at her, one hand holding onto the jacket. “A-am...” Before Am could reply, Luna practically leapt from her seat, burying her face into Am’s chest as tears finally broke free.
After a moment Am put her arms around her and placed a kiss on the top of Luna’s head with a small smile. “Oh Luna.”
Half crying, Luna clung tightly to her, maybe the day wasn’t totally ruined after all.
KazuChrono-7…to shut them up
(I’m setting this in my, fantasy style au so shadow wizard!Kazuma and dragon!Chrono)
Chrono wasn’t sure which was grating on his nerves more, the pouring rain outside or Kazuma’s seemingly endless rant about, well, everything.
He hadn’t been impressed by the job Chrono had gotten them that morning(“It’s a glorified errand!” he’d said. “We’re not errand boys!”), and partway through the day and into the mission, it started to rain. Hard. Something else Kazuma was unimpressed by and seemed intent on blaming Chrono for.
Their only saving grace had been finding a relatively roomy cave, but not before them and their clothes had become soaked. Which led to them sitting in the cave, stripped of their wet clothes and shoulder to shoulder in a vain attempt to share body heat to keep from getting to cold.
Kazuma had been reduced to his pants and what could only be described as an undershirt, the rest of his robes a sopping wet mess that currently lay in a heap in the cave. Luckily being as thick as they were the rest of him had managed to stay dry.
Chrono on the other hand was pretty much down to his undergarments, though he came with the added benefit of wings, one of which was hooked around Kazuma’s shoulder to try and keep the heat in. Though if he didn’t shut up soon Chrono wasn’t sure he could stop himself from shoving him out of the cave.
“Can’t you just, I don’t know, magic us a fire or something?” asked Chrono. “You’re a wizard aren’t you?”
“Not an elemental one. I can’t just whip a fire out of nothing,” he said. “What about you, you’re a dragon!”
“But I’m not a fire-breathing one. I told you that before, when we met. I’m fire proof but that doesn’t mean I can breath it.”
Kazuma groaned and threw his hands in the air in annoyance, “Great, so I’m trapped with a useless dragon.”
“I am not useless,” sputtered Chrono, tail swishing in annoyance. “Besides, at least I’m not the one complaining about every little thing. You haven’t shut up since this morning.”
“Well if you’d stop making stupid decisions without consulting me this wouldn’t be a problem.”
Chrono growled, wings twitching as he dug his claws into his palms.
The argument only continued back and both as they vented their frustrations out on one another.
“Will you shut up?” snapped Chrono.
“Make me!”
Chrono wasn’t sure why he did what he did, maybe it seemed like a good idea at the time. He looked Kazuma up and down; dark hair slicked to his head, pointed ears twitching in visible annoyance, arms folded over his chest as he glared up at Chrono, and suddenly moved forward. He grabbed him by the shoulders and, before Kazuma could say or do anything, slammed his lips into the wizard’s, tail hooking around him.
Kazuma could barely make a sound as his face burned red and his heart pounded so loud he was sure even Chrono could hear it. He hadn’t really expected Chrono to try and shut him up, let alone like that.
As Chrono pulled back he noticed two things; one it felt as if his tongue had turned to lead and he momentarily had to try wiggling it to make sure Chrono hadn’t done something to him, and two, Chrono was, really warm. It probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise, he was a dragon and fire or no they were know for being naturally very warm. But Chrono was warm to the touch and he found himself wishing that Chrono hadn’t moved away.
“Finally, some peace and quiet,” huffed Chrono, hands slipping from his shoulders.
After a few moments, when he finally found his voice again, Kazuma spoke up.
“Sh-Shindou. I-uh. I think I might know a way to fix one of our problems.”
“Oh?”
Tentatively, Kazuma moved to sit in Chrono’s lap, hooking his arms around the back of his neck as he looked up at him.
“K-Kazuma what are you doing?” he sputtered, now turning an impressing shade of red.
“Keeping warm. And Shindou, could you do me a favour and stop talking?” Leaning forward he found Chrono’s lips, closing the gap between them again. It wasn’t long before he felt Chrono’s arms hook around him to hold him close, one resting in the small of his back, the other against the back of his neck.
Chrono murmured something softly as they broke apart for air.
“What was that?”
“I said, if you’ve any more ideas, I’m listening.”
A devilish grin flashed across Kazuma’s face. “Good.”