wrecker and crosshair are definitely the “drama duo” of the bad batch. all of them are crazy motherfuckers who do insane shit, but those two are referred to even by their own brothers as “all the drama”.
wrecker because he’s boisterous and has big reactions to everything. when he’s excited, he’s super excited and is going to share his excitement with everyone. when he’s sad about something, it’s big crocodile tears. when he’s appalled, he makes sure everyone in the room knows about it.
crosshair because he is so bitchy about even the slightest inconvenience. his coffee was knocked over? someone has it out for him and did it on purpose. he tripped on a mission? it’s now the worst day ever and he’s making it everyone’s problem.
when the two of them have dramatic moments together the other brothers joke the world must be about to end
(Rolled Dice (D6 and D20) for postcard inspiration and got #3 and #13)
Rating: PG (for slightly suggestive content
Pairing: Julian/Sparrow (Apprentice, She/Her)
Word Count: 608
Summary: On a warm summer night, dancing in the palace fountain is a must...
The moon was full that summer night, bathing everything in a magical silverly light. Julian grinned as he quickly removed his boots and climbed right into the refreshing waters of the place fountain. The water was cool and refreshing against his bare feet. Grinning he then turned to Sparrow who watched him with eyebrows raised. He held out his hand to her. “Care for a dance?” he asked dramatically.
Sparrow looked up at him, first looking as if to question the idea before she allowed herself to smile. She quickly removed her boots as well and took his hand, allowing him to pull her up and into the water.
He gave her a bow. “Milady.”
She gave him a curtsy. “Doctor.”
Then he swept her up in a quick step that sent water spraying everywhere. They both laughed as the water went flying like glittering fairy orbs in the moonlight. They were both quite skilled though there were a couple of trips due to the slippery bottom of the fountain. Still, they managed a twirl and a dip, as well as a fall which ended up with Sparrow on top of Julian, soaking them both. Still, they laughed as they didn’t mind the fact that they were dripping and shivering just a little.
Sparrow looked Julian in the eye, still smiling. “I must say that you are a bad influence Mister Devorak,” she said brushing a bit of wet hair back behind her ear.
Julian chuckled then smirked. “Indeed, I am, and would you have me any other way?”
“No, probably not,” Sparrow answered as she leaned forwards and kissed him, at first sweetly but soon the kiss developed into more, with tasting and biting. Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by the sound of the guards.
“The sound came from over here!”
“Oh fuck!” Julian hissed as they both scrambled to their feet. They may have been friends to the empress, but it was probably better not to be caught playing around in the fountain. Quickly they both jumped to the ground, grabbing their boots and ran for the nearest secret exit they could. All the while they continued to laugh as they laced their fingers together, holding on for dear life as they made their getaway. They made it back home without issue, where they raced upstairs to strip out of their wet clothes.
Sparrow hummed a little as Julian took a moment to kiss her damp shoulder once it was in view. “Again, I think you are a bad influence, doctor. A very bad influence indeed.”
Julian grinned as he kissed another bit of skin, taking a moment to leave a clear mark. “Oh, and what are you going to do about it?” He felt a rush of excitement as she grabbed the back of his neck pulling him down, allowing her to nip at his jaw. The night’s excitement was far from over.
…
The next morning there was a knock at the clinic door. Julian was the one to answer and was promptly handed one of his boots by the palace guards who eyed him with a knowing look. At first Julian panicked out of old habit. But then the guard handed him his boot. “The empress expresses her dearest hopes that you enjoyed your little dance in the fountain last night,” the guard said in a very serious tone, “though she would like me to tell you that if you are to do it again, to inform her majesty so that she can join as well.” It was a good thing that the guard couldn’t hear the cackle from Sparrow inside the door.
I need her to be so fucking for real right now. I know this bitch ain’t sporting eye brows and a blow out on this damn skull. Ma’am, you have no nose. You are a skull with arms and a little too much razzle dazzle. She is the actual definition of unserious I stg.
