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Chapter 50 - Orace (Oscar x Race)

- Chapter 50 - Literally Just Fluff -
Warnings: 'Weapons', slight fighting
Multiple Eras/AUs
Third Person POV

A/N, this is literally just fluff that's making up for last chapter lol. I'm using many (by many I mean four) different prompts :)
As requested by the lovely selectedshipper because I broke (no clue pronouns sorry) their Orace heart

Oscar stares at his boyfriend as he slept.

Was this a bit creepy?

Yep. Probably was.

Did he care?

No. His boyfriend looked like an Angel.

His curly, dirty blonde hair fell over his eyes.

Oscar's shirt on him was definitely too big, but Oscar loved how it looked on him.

It was his pride flag shirt.

The first one he ever got and it was a gift from Race.

Race wore some shorts with Oscar's shirt and Oscar swore he looked adorable in anything.

Race's skin was pale, like usual, and freckles painted his face like the stars painted the sky.

The blanket was under his head, and wrapped around his boys, though missing his whole back and a good bit of his stomach.

Oscar swore he could look at him for hours.

Race just looked so relaxed when he was asleep.

He wasn't tense, he wasn't anxious, he wasn't angry.

Well, he wasn't excited either and Oscar swore he was adorable when excited as well, but eh.

He just looked peaceful, and there was sometimes a faint smile on his face as well.

Speaking of which, Oscar noticed a smirk on Race's face a second too late.

"See something you like?" Race's groggy voice broke through Oscar's thoughts.

Oscar blushes the slightest bit. "Maybe I do," he responds. "What are you going to do about it, pretty boy?"

Race turns so he was facing away from Oscar.

Oscar caught a glimpse of the blush spreading across Race's cheeks.

He chuckles, laying on the top part of his boyfriend's body. "I see that blush." He teases softly.

Race rolls his eyes. "You always do." He mutters, closing his eyes.

Oscar chuckles. "Want breakfast, love?" He asks, getting up.

"Touch my kitchen and I'll slap you." Race threatens, his eyes still closed. "We both know you can't cook for the life of you." He mutters.

Oscar chuckles, tying a hoodie around his waist and leaving the room.

"Oscar..." the younger boy mutters, turning over.