all my ocs who arent seth just keep turning into his clones by accident why do i keep doing this im sorry i cant help it that i love massive roided up gymcels with long beautiful black hair and terrible personalities😭😭😭
"We tend to get into these situations a lot, now, don't we? Shouldn't the hotel managers have known better at this point?"
Kaldo Gehenna Ver. Here
You and Orter had some sort of curse that had kept you working together for over two years now. Always, without fail, he would end up needing your help - last time it had been a flying mantacor, this time it was a violent unicorn who someone was keeping illegally in their home.
He can stop a violent beast from killing civilians but he couldn't stop property damage appearntly. That was too much work for him, it was just a 'clean up job' for a big and important guy like him. After all, he's the Desert Cane. That job was for the poor.
And for you.
You ran and kicked the back, watching him fold like a chair. He barely gave a shout, he merely stumbled and fell, his palms and knees scrapping against the cobblestone against your feet.
A laugh escaped you. Small revenge for that comment earlier.
”I'm about ready for a nap, I don't know about you.“
You stood over him, watching him search for his glasses. He was practically blind, his hand waving in the air as he searched for his lenses.
He looked pitiful, if only he hadn't said such a rude thing about your job earlier. But you gave him pity anyway, handing him his glasses back and watching as his eyes reappeared, giving you the meanest glare he ever had.
”What are you, an animal?“
He said this as he was still sitting on the ground, truly proper behavior from a stuck up who cared about the rules.
”No. But it's funny and you deserved it.“
You smiled, your face splitting apart in a shit eating grin.
“I don't think people deserve to be kicked.”
“They do when they insult others. You should try it sometime.”
Standing up, you offered your hand. Surprisingly he accepted it, pulling your down if only a little on purpose.
His grip was strong. It felt like he was trying to squeeze your bones out of your hand, and as if he were trying to pull you down with him. Payback.
"Let's go. I booked us rooms so we don't have to travel all night."
He stalked forward, walking ahead of you. There was a rush to catch up, your smaller steps having to leap in order to match up with his strides. He didn't acknowledge it, just nodding and continuing his pace.
What an asshole.
"How far is the inn?"
"Close. I'm not telling you."
Orter kept walking, his eyes focused on the path ahead of you.
"What? Why."
He scoffed, reaching around to flick your forehead. You dodged the onslaught, swatting his hand away.
"You would just kick me and try to get there first. Seriously, you don't have any respect for social decency."
Huffing, you tried to kick him again - your foot only made it halfway there until it was encased in a prison of sand.
Orter looked back at you, adjusting his glasses as his yellow eyes focused on your form. You could swear he was smirking, but it was wiped away in a second - maybe it was the glare you were sending him, who knew.
"Maybe you really are just an animal."
"Or maybe you're just an asshole!"
Stupidly, you pulled out your wand in hopes to cast a small spell at him. It was pointless, seeing as he had you disarmed with his stupid sand.
"You know we're in public, right? This just looks bad on your part."
Orter scoffed, letting you languish in his pile of inescapable sand if only for a little while longer. He reached over, gently hitting his knuckles against your head as he tried to physically knock some sense into you.
"Ow! What the hell!"
"I'm doing you a favor."
He gave a couple more knocks, as if it would make sure that you had some sense knocked into your head. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you felt his knuckles travel across your face, from your brow down to your cheekbones.
"What are you doing?"
You felt your face flush as his eyes traced your figure, golden eyes analyzing your form - it made you feel naked, and you could only escape by averting your gaze. His small huff of amusement made the feeling worse, your cheeks warming underneath his touch.
"Checking to see if you really have a brain underneath that skull. Seems like it's there, but I'm not sure."
There was no chance to retort as he dropped you roughly on the ground, leaving you to sputter and choke on offensive insults while he walked away, heading towards the hotel.
What an asshole.
-
This was a nightmare.
"Just take the bed, I'm not planning on sleeping anyway."
Orter looked at you with a straight face as he said this, pulling out a novel the hotel provided and tucking himself in a corner, as if that would be comfortable enough to be there for eight hours.
"Absolutely not. We can share, can't we?"
The bed was big enough for the two of you - maybe if you squeezed in, but you both paid for it, and it would be impossible to sleep knowing that there would be a man in the corner killing his neck while you laid down comfortably all night.
"I'm the man here. It's only proper that I allow the lady to take the bed."
"Excuse me? Are you really pulling that card right now?"
You took one of the pillows off of the bed, throwing it at the man. He seemed unphased, used to your outbursts.
What the hell was that about? Was he really going to treat you differently just because you were a girl?
"It's just the rules. I don't make them."
"Doesn't mean you have to follow them, ass!"
You slapped another pillow at his face. There was a struggle as he caught it, pushing you towards the bed and trying to subdue you - it had already turned late into the night, and your shouting was most likely disturbing the other guests.
It didn't matter to you. Orter deserved to be embarrassed.
Flipped him over, you tried to shove the plush cotton pillow over his face, struggling against his force. You felt him shift underneath you, his arms blocking your assault and preventing you from playfully suffocating him.
Your defense had been weak, perhaps too playful against your opponent. It was swiftly that he had worked to subdue you, his palm pressing against your shoulder while his knees worked against you, pinning you down against the soft bed.
The pillow was forgotten, with Orter merely staring down at you with his wasp-like eyes.
"This is rather improper of you-"
Growling, you threw your hand up, not really aiming for anything. It was with a shock that you felt your palm connect with his nose, and his weight fall against you as he took the hit on his face.
It was a moment later that blood began to drip down, making you cringe at the moment.
"Oh gods, I'm sorry."
Orter sat up, his hand attempting to cover the blood that began to drip from his nose. It was futile as it fell onto your shirt - the feeling was unpleasant, but you ignored it in favor of overwhelming guilt.
"Here. Um..."
There was nothing to aid him, besides your already soiled shirt. You handed the fabric to him, taking his bloody hands away from his face and trying to stop the bleeding that you caused.
He glanced at you, batting his dark eyelashes as he tilted his head down and ruined your shirt further. The fabric pulled against your ribcage as you both held it in place - at this point, it would be easier to take it off and hand it to him.
"fhanks."
"Thank you. For ruining my shirt."
"Is' nod my fauld' thad you hid' me." Orter's words were muffled by the shirt, and it was with a horrible ruttering sound, like an old rusty engine, that he tried to breathe in through his clouded and bloody nostrils.
Still ruining your shirt.
"You deserved it!" You deflected like it was breathing, "You're an asshole, manhandling me like that."
Drawing the fabric over your head, you shoved it in his face the best you could, still feeling his weight pinning you down at your hips. You would kick him if you could, but clearly, he had planned for this, not having moved from his position on top of you.
It took a moment to sink in the mistake you made, making eye contact with the man as he stared at you - making great effort to stay on your face and not look anywhere else.
He got off of you quickly, looking to the side and avoiding looking at you as if you had the plague. For once, you didn't shove his face for his perceived misdeed, instead taking the opportunity to cover your chest with the forgotten pillow, staring as Orter sat on the farthest edge of the bed, his warmth now sorely missed.
It had now gotten colder as it moved on in the night, no thanks to also having lost a shirt. There was nothing to say about that, as you would have to get up in order to get your day clothes - exposing yourself further to the man.
"Don't look at me." There was a crack in your voice as you said this, but you hoped that he would have been too distracted to really care about your state.
He glanced at you. The usual dull look on his face was painted red, his eyes wide as he turned away again, finding the floor much more interesting.
For once, he was speechless. No annoying taunts or a lecture about society - it was as if seeing your chest made him silent for once in his life.
Silently, he got up, his eyes still trailed downward. It was an awkward few minutes as you debated between getting up while shirtless and he struggled with forcing his bloody nose away with a pure force of will.
Despite being a double-liner, the man hadn't learned any spells to dispel such a pesty and annoying problem. How unfortunate.
It wasn't until a shirt was thrust into you direction were you broken out of your thoughts.
"Here. Sorry, just," Orter placed the shirt on your lap, turning to look back at the wall again as fast as he could "Take mine."
There was a long moment of silence.
It was a nice gesture. And you did feel bare, even underneath the pillow.
But this was Orter's shirt.
"Thanks. Um...we should go to sleep now."
You threw it on, trying your hardest to not focus on anything as you tried your best to straighten the fabric around you best you could. The shoulders were too large for your frame, making the buttoned collar fall too low on your skin.
It was better than nothing. At least you weren't forced to wear your dirtied shirt, which you assumed was somewhere off on the floor at the moment.
Silently, you forced yourself to lay down, going through the motions as you pushed the pillow underneath your head.
There was no body lying next to you. Instead, there was light breathing just below - it seemed like the asshole was still stubborn.
"Orter. I said we can share."
"I'd rather not. It's improper."
"I am literally wearing your shirt, what could possibly be more improper?"
"Sharing a bed."
You groaned, frustrated.
"Shut up, virgin."
That got the man up, unlike any other insult you had said. He crawled up onto the bed silently, his form dropping itself with a huff down onto the soft mattress.
"You are insufferable."
"Now that is improper."
The lights in the room went off, and you felt a light smack against your face.
"You should sleep."
"I am, Orter."
"Right."
His hand went up, feeling your face, as if to physically check for signs of your rest. His fingers trailed up and down your skin, tracing your nose and cheeks gently in the dark.
You could feel his thumb caressing your lips, as if you weren't still awake.
What a strange, strange man.
Anon asked for either or but I thought I could make it funny with Orter since he seems like such a rule guy. The vision is here. No confession and reader is kinda a tsundere cause idk...the vibes match.
Hope y'all enjoyed it. This is for my Valentine's event, it's still open and has slots open. go. ask away. do what you please.
guys i wanna write so bad but im so busy and im having crazy writers block... hopefully i can get some more fics out during my winter break trust! maybe jud drabble out this weekend
Hi hi, cuties~! Don't worry about the late reply, Mochi lovely. I understand. After all, everyone loves to procrastinate too. I'm happy that the blog family is getting bigger! I can't wait to meet all the new admins Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ! Also, my only plan for the New Year is to watch MBC Gayo Daejaejeon at 0400 tomorrow (31st of December). Do either of you have any plans for the New Year? Excited for 2017, L.P.
LP I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE ASFJLL I HOPE YOUR NEW YEAR WENT WELL! 💕💝💖💗 I went to a birthday party that day ^^
