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ladystoneboobs · 5 months
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ya ever think about how the lannister sibs all have big secrets kept from each other, like huge life-altering experiences? jaime's is the most obvious, the most talked-about, with the full story of his kingslaying and everything he endured from aerys leading up to it. it's clear enough to me that brienne was the first he opened up to about that, including either sibling. they never asked, but unlike ned stark and the rest deriding him as kingslayer, their lack of curiosity is no offense in itself bc as tywin's other children they would never judge him for turning his cloak purely out of family loyalty. ned's assumption of jaime's motives is directly tied to his judgment of jaime, but it's the judgment that rankles jaime so. choosing your father's life over a king's is hardly the worst crime in itself. how can he explain all the other reasons without prompting when its not just about his crime but all his trauma too? is there any basis for that in his relationship with cersei, who always relied on him for comfort and consolation but seems less adept at providing the same to him? or even with tyrion, his only real male friend for years, but also his baby brother, the one he was meant to protect and take care of, who was only 10 at the time of the kingslaying? even to fully share all with tyrion years later, both adults, could be something of a role reversal, forever shattering tyrion's image of him as the strong invulnerable golden big brother by revealing his own broken inner child. jaime can't break out from those sibling roles and patterns, so neither can ever understand that part of him, never knowing the early life he had at court without either of them with him.
and tyrion, who trusted jaime more than anyone in the world before learning the truth about tysha, still could not confide in him freely even when all that trust was still intact. jaime must have heard some story of what tywin did to tysha to feel the need to confess his lie, but he def didn't hear it straight from tyrion bc imo there's no way he could still think confessing would help anything if he understood how scarred tyrion was by what he witnessed and esp not knowing that tywin ordered him to participate at the end. tyrion could reveal all that to bronn when they barely knew each other but not to his beloved brother, his first and best friend. how can the most abused child explain all his unknown abuse to the golden child, the big brother meant to protect him who couldn't always do so? how does he even begin to reveal the deepest trauma that happened to him when jaime wasn't in the room, esp when the story does start with jaime apparently trying to help him by fixing him up with tysha?
and then there's cersei and all her secrets. she always turned to jaime for consolation, or at least when he knew she needed it, but how many times did he not know? how personally could she confide in him as they grew older and their paths diverged? we know the first big secret was maggy the frog's prophecy, her first big scare, which came on the cusp of puberty, an experience she couldn't share with her twin bc he would prob just laugh and make a joke of it. in their first real scene together, in bran's pov, he mocks lysa's motherly fears and likens her to cersei. ("I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad." He laughed.) then he makes light of her marital discord, ("And whose fault is that, sweet sister?"), having no idea of the depth of pain she'd suffered from robert, beyond his infidelities. he later blames her for being robert's queen, not his, only thinking of how she managed to arrange his kg post, that power to forever tie him to her in secret, never grasping her lack of control in marriage, that "a queen is only a woman after all". in her pride it was hard to reveal all she'd suffered as a woman, but she also couldn't rely on jaime's response if he knew of her abuse, knowing he would kill robert and get himself killed too, only making her and their children's lives more precarious. she couldn't trust him to listen about securing the throne before dealing with robert or that as robert's victim it was her right to decide such matters, to choose his fate, not jaime's place to avenge her without her say-so first. all bc they were both too stuck in their idea of jaime as her sword, nothing more, with jaime determined to protect her and tyrion, always a bodyguard before he ever donned a white cloak.
something something tywin did his best to play his children off each other and the most effective thing he did to divide them was by setting jaime up as the golden child and family protector. the designated lannister sword only pointing at threats outside their house. a knight serving his family whose protection was always limited, who could never protect them from the person who first hurt cersei and tyrion and made them who they were at a distance from him, bc ofc he couldn't fight his own father, much less slay him with a sword.
something something maybe the reason that joff+marg+loras was a surer recipe for kingslayer stew than robert+cersei+jaime is all down to that tyrell lack of abusive structure. not that loras cared more about marg, was more willing to kill for her than jaime was to kill robert, but that there wasn't a chance of marg hiding her misery from him if/when her husband abused her in their shared household. it's not like he understood her to the point of mind-reading but when their previous royal marital household involved her bearding for his boyfriend then they prob had a pretty good basis of open communication. in that sense, the lannicest twins with all their sexual and physical intimacy still had less emotional intimacy than the tyrell queen and her kg brother.
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kehideni · 2 months
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THAT CLOAK!!!
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It's not Ezran's it's too big for him. So is it Rayla's cloak or Callum's?
Color-wise it fits Rayla most.
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But she didn't have it on in episode 1, eventhough it was raining and her regular getup already has a hoodie.
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By process of elimination that means it's Callum's :3 (i'm smurt)
And he never even used it!!! Only in his nightmare!
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gojosattoru · 2 years
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❤ OBAMITSU | THE SERPENT & LOVE HASHIRAS ❤
⤷ Happy Birthday to my cutest bae in the world May @karura ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )
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sheepalmighty · 10 months
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Some more of that Chai joins Vandelay for half a day AU. Or just a picture of a kinda OOC Kale chilling if you wanna gloss over those comics. I'm still not sure if the colours are too garish or not.
These were mostly done with the premise of treating Kale's office like the hideout. I also really like how mundane, or familiar, the interactions between Chai and Kale can be in the game so I wanted to draw some stuff exploring more like that. But also, there's the ulterior motive of shipping so I included an out of context scene because I can't bother drawing the rest of it (though it seems like a huge jump in their relationship as a result. I think they're so big headed that they get stuck in a feedback loop of stroking the other's ego if an excuse comes up to do so)
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magicicephoenix · 8 months
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some @pillowspace whiteboard things!
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fluffs-n-stuffs · 2 months
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Anyways my edgy son got his chance in the spotlight together with his dragon dad in beautiful animated form and that's my win for tonight folks 😩💐✨✨✨
Happy Pokémon Day everyone! 💖⚡
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year
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Congrats on your milestones and thank you for your hard work as always!! 🐎🐎🐎
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PIO!!!!!! THIS IS AN ASSASINATION ATTEMPT!!!!! YOU ARE COMING FOR MY LIFE
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mel-loly · 4 months
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-“The mistletoe tradition...
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It doesn't always have to be done like everyone else does!”. -Mel, the Creator.
@alsomanple/@manpleblog
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mcdannowave · 9 months
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alrighty, here it is~
🩵 The Overmorrow playlist (on youtube) 🩵
The first 11 are songs that encapsulate the mood of the entire story and its overarching themes, mostly about Eph or literally from his pov (I’m on my hands and knees begging you to listen to King, The Next Right Thing, Quiet, and A Little Closer at the very least 🥺)
The 19 after those are various instrumental tracks I listened to while writing and editing to set ✨ the mood ✨ (I do this for all my fics), more or less in chronological order
And finally, once Overmorrow is finished…I’ll add some bonus songs 😃
Hopefully I’ll be able to host this in a better place suited for music (with no ads!) later on, but this’ll do for now. I really hope you like it!!
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wield-the-mighty-pen · 10 months
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It’s crazy how this nightmare is actually what happens later on, but without Adrien turning on her
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Heya, I've been following for a bit and I really love your art. It inspires me too do art as well. Like wh art! Also cause I've always loved dragons. But anyway, I'd like to ask if you have any art tips? Like how you do fur, body shapes (human or etc), showing movement in drawing, etc, etc. Thanks for being awesome and have a lovely day!
hmmmm my best advice is to keep your pencil/penstrokes Gentle and Sweepy! when you press hard and make tiny lines instead of longer, lighter ones, your art will be more rigid. ya gotta loosen up a little!
also - and i will Always say this again and again - build up your visual inventory. study photos, real life, videos. especially videos. it helps you really See how animals (including humans) are put together, how they move, the squish n stretch, etc.
and! this may be a Hot Take idk! but you dont need to learn anatomy, at least not in the "take a real life class and once you can draw an accurate to life person/animal, you can stylize" like hmmmm no. try to visualize things as Puzzles! at least that's what helps me the most! everything is just a bunch of different shapes pieced together into a whole. once you understand that, it gets easier to play around with fluidity and style
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alisterix · 18 days
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Have been reading lots of Asterix comics lately and fell in love with Cacofonix.
Finding this blog about the adventures of Asterix and Obelix and seeing you're a Cacofonix stan is a blessing for my eyes :)
may the magic potion give you eternal strength ✨
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IF CACOFONIX HAS A MILLION FANS, I AM ONE OF THEM
IF CACOFONIX HAS ONE FAN, THAT IS ME
IF CACOFONIX HAS NO FANS, I AM NO LONGER ALIVE
IF THE WORLD IS AGAINST CACOFONIX I AM AGAINST THE WHOLE WORLD
TILL MY LAST BREATH, I WILL STAN CACOFONIX
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gojosattoru · 2 years
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❤ WANGXIAN | THE AMAZING & BEAUTIFUL BAES ❤
⤷ Happy Birthday to my precious angel Amina @rubydragon16 (⋈◍>◡<◍)╭ ♡
#mo dao zu shi#mdzsedit#mdzsnet#dailyanime#anisource#mdzsgraphics#alledits#userkarura#userchas#usersenka#usernamie#userheidi#usermandy#usermemi#HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMINAAAA!!#OMGGG I WAS ABLE TO FINISH IN TIME I'M SO HAPPY TT U TT DFGHJ!!#hope you like my lil gift!! it's my first time making content of them <3333#they sure are the cutest hehe <333 still have to watch the whole seasons tho :P haha anyaways WISH YOU A WONDERFUL DAY DARLING!!!#may your day be filled with happiness love fun and with lots of gifts and cake!! hehe <333333 you're such an amazing friend#and such a kind and beautiful human being amina!! i love you so much with all my heart honey!! <33333 whenever the time be you're always#there for me and seriously you're my life savior darling!! you've given me so much love support and kindness seriously i'm so blessed#to have someone so amazing in my life!! i appreciate EVERYTHING you've done and still do for me honey!! i feel i didn't gave you enough#like you always did for me and i'm so sorry! but i really treasure you in all my days and sending you all my love and good vibes to your way#love you your blog and your edits SO FREAKING MUCH and thank you for always brining so much love for the fandoms amina!!#whenever i see your creation i burst in happiness!! hehe >U< thank you!! may all your dreams come true and hope you're doing well bby!!#stay safe and well amina!! never forget how flawless talented and beautiful you are!!! hope we can celebrate more bdays together <333333
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So, I've heard some voices here and there lamenting how little Gabe content - especially new Gabe content - there was and you know what? I completely agree, so I thought why not, I can try to add my little droplet into this tiny sea of Gabe appreciation we have here on tumblr.
Summary: Elena visits Gabe in his house for the first time and learns something new about his past.
Word count: 1937
AN: just some friendly fluff really, headcanon heavy, from Elena's POV but Gabe centric
"Oh, watch out, the first step is-" Gabe turned around just in time to catch Elena when she started to fall backwards. "-loose."
"Thanks for the warning." Elena shot him a glare when she regained her balance. In response Gabe only sent her an unapologetic grin and pulled her up on the next step.
"Everyone's so used to it by now that we keep forgetting to fix it with my dad," he explained as they finally reached the first floor.
The stairs led to a narrow corridor, with the same room placement as the bakery beneath it. Two doors on the right, one on the left and a wide opening to the living room at the end. In a few brisk steps Gabe opened the door on the left and invited Elena in with a courteous gesture.
"Welcome to my humble abode, your highness."
Her highness graced him with a nod and slipped by him, into the small room. Elena gave it a quick one over. It was indeed small - in fact, there probably wasn't much more space than what each guard got at the barracks - and the decor wasn't much fancier either. Cream colored walls, a thin bed by the window, a wardrobe opposite of it, one wall taken up by a bookshelf and a small cabinet by another made up basically all the furnishing of the room.
"Humble is a good word." She nodded solemnly, earning herself an eye roll from her friend. They both chuckled.
"Hey, it's your room that's out of the norm, you know?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Elena retorted, thinking about how three or even four such rooms would fit into hers. She walked over to the cabinet and picked up some trinket. "But it's nice to finally see where you grew up."
Gabe couldn't stop a fond smile sneaking onto his lips when he noticed the badge she was examining.
"Yeah and I didn't really get to change much here in the past five years. For example this thing I got back when-"
"Gabriel!" He was interrupted by his mother's voice from the bakery.
"I'll tell you in a moment," he sighed. "Make yourself at home!" He added from the doors and quickly ran downstairs to his parents.
Elena took another look around the room. It wasn't entirely empty, she had to admit that, and the poster of Antonio Agama on the inner side of the door confirmed that Gabe didn't change the decor much since he moved out.
She moved to the bookshelf and moved her hand across the titles - though there weren't that many of them to count. The lower shelves were taken up by some boxes and bags and what could've been a neatly packaged tent. Then finally a whole shelf dedicated to the whole collection of Antonio Agama's books. Elena chuckled to herself when she read some of the more dramatic titles and noticed even one that wasn't in Avaloran. On the next shelf, between other various travel books and biographies, was only one book by señor Agama, titled simply 'The Gecko's Tale'. Driven by a hunch she took it out and couldn't help but laugh when she read the blurb on the back. Although that explained how the whole kingdom found out that she's a bit adventurous too.
Finally her gaze got to the plant on top of the mantle. Hidden so deep in the room, it extended its ivy like stalks towards the sun, climbing a string helpfully hung between the bookshelf and the window.
Down on the windowsill two other plants looked out on the little cobbled square behind the house. Elena leaned in to smell the orchid and noticed something half hidden behind the pot. Slowly, so as not to accidentally damage the plant, she reached for trinket and retrieved it into the light. It turned out to be a wooden doll, painted to resemble a familiar navy and maroon uniform...
"Is this you?" She turned to Gabe as soon as he entered the room and showed him the figurine with a wide smile.
Gabe stopped for a moment. Furrowed his brows as he tried to see what Elena was even holding, and then furrowed his brows even more when he recognised it.
"Of course not," he grumbled, closing the small distance between them. "It's just an old thing anyway."
"It does look a bit like you though." She jumped away from him at the last moment.
Gabe gasped. Elen giggled and moved her hand away when he tried to reach her.
"Why would I even have a figurine of myself?"
For a moment they circled each other, like two lions judging if it's worthy to fight the opponent for a steak, except the steak was now wooden and 15 centimetres high. They both hunched subconsciously and made their steps in the fencing manner.
"I don't know, why does Esteban have a whole wall of his own portraits?" A sly grin slid on her face. "But I see you've decided to match his collection."
"Oh now you've done it." Gabe shook his head to hide his smile and in the split of a second was right by her. Feigning to go right for the prize, he swiped her legs out from under her.
Elena waved her hands in the air giving Gabe just the opportunity he was waiting for. He swiftly yanked the figurine from her hands, giving her the last push to fall backwards completely. He turned his head with a victorious grin, just in time to see her legs rising at the height of his knees. And suddenly the ground was much closer than before.
He folded his arms to his chest, protecting the figurine with his body and rolled on the floor. Though he didn't have to roll far, of which he was promptly reminded by his head crushing into the cupboard.
He groaned loudly and let his body fall limply to the floor.
His pained complaint was answered by Elena's laughter from the bed.
"I'm getting too old for this," he mumbled and Elena's laughter only got louder.
Finally he sat up and lifted the figurine to his face. He carefully examined it for any cracks or splinters, checked if the joints in the limbs didn't fall out and most importantly if the head was still on firm. Finally when he made sure the trinket didn't get damaged, he let out a relieved sigh.
"You're lucky it's still whole," he grumbled, rising to his feet.
"Hey, I was being careful." Elena now sat up too and sent him a playful smirk. "All the way until you decided to trip me like that."
Gabe rolled his eyes again and huffed in pretended annoyance.
"So if it's not a limited edition General Nuñez action figure," Elena continued. "What is it?"
Gabe sat down next to her and thought of an answer for a moment. He changed the position of the little soldier's arms and reached for a pin to put into his hand as a sword.
"It's really just an old toy," he said finally. "But you know, it has sentimental value."
He finally passed Elena the figurine, so she could take a look at it herself. It wasn't as old as she thought at first. The paint was faded, but still held onto the uneven surface of the wood and as she moved her fingers across it, she realized that it must've been all whittled by hand, by someone who put great care in it, but wasn't a professional.
Still the amount of details was impressive, especially in the construction of the thing. She moved the tiny soldier into the proper fencing position and to her delight found out that it fits flawlessly, the wire on the joints creaked quietly, as if it had been waiting for an opportunity to shine for ages.
She glanced between the figurine and Gabe on her left for comparison. The uniform, despite the familiar colours, was a tad different, it resembles more what she remembered from her childhood, than the uniform Gabe was wearing at the moment.
"I got it from my first fencing teacher," he continued.
"The same one who threw coconuts at you driving training?" Elena raised a brow, earning herself a chuckle.
"Yeah, the same one." A sad smile reached the corners of his eyes as old memories resurfaced in his memory. "He was a tough man and always talked about how big an annoyance I am, but -" he gestured to the figurine and shrugged.
"Well, that explains why it looks like you," Elena bumped him with her shoulder. "I'm sure he could've already seen that you'll be a great guard."
"Oh, I don't think he even wanted me to be a guard," Gabe laughed again. "But you know, the situation was a bit different." He pondered something for a moment before continuing. "And to be fair, I didn't even realize that it was supposed to be a guard at the time, I was pretty sure he just came up with the design by himself. I only really connected the dots a few years ago, when I found this old thing again."
Elena nodded silently and put a comforting hand on his arm. She could see that this topic wasn't easy for him.
"Though maybe what you said was the point." He straightened suddenly and his gaze went back to the figurine. "Maybe he wasn't completely against me joining the guard, just... joining the right one."
His smile became wider and it was like his whole face lit up. Elena raised the little soldier's arms to make it cheer. They both laughed at how expressive this piece of wood was.
"So where is your coach now?" Elena asked, caressing the wooden toy one more time.
He only sighed at first and for a moment his gaze became clouded again, before he shook his head to cast the memories away.
"I wish I knew," he sent her a sad smile. "One day he just... disappeared. A few trinkets and one letter is all the proof I have that he wasn't just my hallucination."
Elena's lips twitched in a matching sad smile, but before she could say anything, they both heard a voice from downstairs, calling the unmistakable word 'dinner!'
Gabe clapped his hands on his knees and sprung up to his feet.
"Ah, just in time", he extended his hand to Elena. "I think eating is a much more fun topic than discussing the weird things I did in my childhood."
Elena examined his face for a moment more, but gave up on asking all the questions that pushed to the tip of her tongue. She sent him a smile instead and accepted his hand.
"Oh, you mean you did more weird things?" She made the little figurine gasp.
"I feel like I shouldn't have started this topic," Gabe laughed.
"Oh no, you won't escape now." She poked him in the chest and put the little soldier in his hand. "I gotta know all the crazy stories."
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you something," Gabe raised his hands in defeat. "But you can't mention it to my parents, please, they'll never stop until they tell you my whole life story."
Elena made a theatrical gesture of tapping her lips in thought as she backed out of the room.
"I'll consider it," she sent him a wide grin and in a second turned and ran towards the stairs.
"Hey- wait!" Gabe called out, running right after her to save what was left of his reputation.
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singsweetmelodies · 1 year
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soooo.... happy star wars day, everyone 😏 you know i had to do it.
of scoundrels and nice men
Charles doesn't have time for this. He doesn't have time for Pierre's stupid fucking banged-up ship to be – to be stupid and banged-up, and not working when he really really needs it to work. He needs to get to Cloud City, and he needs to get there now. 
Instead, he's stuck in some dingy back corridor in the Tauri, soldering some godforsaken component back on to the wall because this goddamn ship just can't hold itself together for more than five minutes. Much like its owner, Charles thinks darkly, returning to his task with renewed force. 
As though thinking of the devil summoned him, Charles hears the telltale thud of footsteps making their way down his dingy little corridor. Well, Pierre can walk wherever he likes. Charles isn't going to stop working on his behalf, because someone needs to make themselves useful around here. 
He keeps working even when he feels Pierre come up behind him, chest pressed all the way up against Charles' as he leans around him to see what he's doing. He's insufferable, and Charles hates that his heartbeat quickens from his proximity, pulse suddenly thrumming loud in his ears. 
"Do you need a hand?" Pierre asks, and Charles can hear the smirk in his voice as he adds, "princess?" 
Charles' shoulders jerk in annoyance, involuntary, and he almost drops the tool he's working with. He catches it, but manages to hit his hand against the side of the ship in the process. "Stop calling me that," Charles snaps, hanging the tool over a protruding part of wall and discreetly tucking his one hand into the other to try and ease the throbbing. 
Pierre steps away from him, and sure enough, he's smirking. "Sure, Charlito," he says, and that's a nickname that Charles likes, usually, but like this, it makes him want to grab Pierre by the shoulders and shake him. If his hand didn't feel like a living bruise, he might actually have done it. 
And that's… Charles hates how easily Pierre gets under his skin. He's a Prince of Alderaan, and the youngest person ever to have a seat in the Imperial Senate – he should not be letting Pierre slip under his guard this easily. He shouldn't. 
And yet, Pierre pushes past all of Charles' walls of carefully constructed diplomatic training like they aren't even there. 
"You make it so hard sometimes," Charles says curtly instead of voicing any of that. 
"I know, I know," Pierre replies, easy and lazy and cocky and everything Charles should hate more than anything. That doesn't stop his breath from catching when Pierre pushes into his space, again, blue eyes devastatingly earnest as he reaches for Charles' hand. 
"Admit it," he says, and his eyes are so blue, his grip shockingly gentle when he untangles Charles' hands from each other, taking the hurt one between his own fingers. 
"You don't think I'm that bad. Not really," Pierre continues, and then he starts rubbing gentle, soothing little circles against the back of Charles' throbbing hand, and that's… 
Charles didn't think Pierre had even noticed. He thought Pierre would just keep being an annoyance and a menace, as usual, trying to get a rise out of Charles because he knows he's the only one who can get under Charles' skin like this. 
He certainly didn't think Pierre would do something like this. Something which implies that he might… care. About someone that's not himself. 
"Maybe," Charles allows, when the silence has stretched for just a moment too long, but Pierre's gentle grip of his hand still hasn't faltered. "When you're not acting like a scoundrel," he adds, because he will can't give Pierre a win that easily, after all. 
"Scoundrel?" Pierre echoes, arching both eyebrows. Charles knows that he's taller – he is – but somehow, Pierre still manages to smirk down at him. "You know, I like the sound of that."
"Of course you do," Charles mutters, trying to turn away and pull out of his grasp. 
But Pierre doesn't let him go. He tightens his hold on Charles' hand, using it to tug him closer, hard enough that Charles all but stumbles into Pierre's chest. 
Pierre's other arm is at his waist immediately, catching him and stopping him from hitting the wall, but also keeping Charles' body flush against his. 
"You like me because I'm a scoundrel," Pierre says, and he's leaning forward, dipping his face ever closer to Charles'. Charles knows that he should move, probably, or at least shake his head, but the best he can do is part his lips in belated indignation as Pierre just keeps leaning closer. 
"I happen to like nice men," Charles says valiantly, and Pierre's lips curve up like he was waiting for that, somehow. 
"I'm a nice man," he whispers, and his face is so close now that his nose brushes against Charles' own, his breath warm on Charles' lips. 
"No you're not, you're –" 
Charles isn't even really sure why he started that sentence, because he knew from the start that he wasn't going to finish it. Not with Pierre looking at him like that. 
He's ready for it, anticipating it when Pierre kisses the end of the sentence off his lips. Charles falls into it immediately, and Pierre's hand tightens on his waist, steadying him and pulling him closer all at once, and it's everything. After months of bickering, and winding each other up at every possible opportunity, and furiously pretending that he doesn't want exactly this, it's everything. 
At least, it is until a too-bright android's voice chirps behind them, "Sir, sir! I've isolated the reverse power flux coupling!" 
Charles jerks away from Pierre like he's been burned, feeling his cheeks flaming as he takes three or four hasty steps back. It's not enough, because he can still feel every place Pierre's hands touched his body prickling with a phantom heat. He wants to go back, to have Pierre touch him again. He wants to run as far away from here as possible. 
Pierre watches him go, an mix of emotions Charles can't even begin to read swirling in his blue eyes. 
"Thank you, 63O," Pierre says at last, shoving past the android with a low noise that sounds almost like a growl. "Thank you very much." 
"Oh, you're perfectly welcome, sir," GR-63O replies, sounding genuinely delighted, and Charles doesn't know if he should laugh, or throw up his hands in despair, or curse at the android for ruining this for him. 
The only thing he does know? Things between him and Pierre are never going to be the same way again. 
I love him, he thinks, and if he imagines just hard enough, he can see the smirk on Pierre's face, and hear the way he'd reply, I know. 
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