HECKING FLUFFY SNOW FLUFF

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"Write a scene that involves hot water."

a few things

first i DID NOT FORGET TODAY'S PROMPT even if it's tomorrow for you it's still today for me

happy National Periodic Table Day

i did the fluffy snow fluff ravenclawpenguin and Talia_al_Ghul

im sorry i broke Edge Whit3Heart

this be my apology kinda

regarding the prompt

technically hot cocoa involves hot water  

Edge makes an odd squealing noise when he sees the powdery snow outside the window of the Len mansion. To be fair Ice Fog makes an even stranger sound which the other modules really don't know what to do about.

Len claps his hands together. "Let's all go out in the snow!"

Ciel immediately leaves the room crying, which the other modules pretend to ignore. They know Ciel's hated snow since his sister died.

Ice Fog looks like he's going to explode.

Anyway so the Lens all go outside in the snow.

"It looks like foaming soap," Dark comments as he purposely falls face first into the powdery substance and just lays there. "And paradichlorobenzene."

"DARK STOP EATING THE PARADICHLOROBENZENE!" Starmine screams when Dark stands up, but it turns out this time he was only eating snow.

Edge is sitting in the snow, excited but unsure what to do.

"Wanna make snow angels?"

"Wha-!?" he exclaims, startled. It's only Lancer beside him. He releases a breath he'd been holding. "S-sure, I guess."

Lancer lays back, only to sink into the snow because holy shit that's some powdery snow.

It's his turn to release a shocked sound, making Edge laugh. "You sure we should make snow angels?"

Lancer shakes his head frantically, sitting up. "Why would we need to? You're already an angel."

Edge blushes, staring down at the sparkling snow. His cheeks are already flushed from the cold weather, and he'd forgotten to wear gloves. Lancer squeezes his hand, able to feel how numb and cold they are. He's wearing gloves, so he slips them off.

"Edge, give me your hand," he instructs, already taking it and exchanging gloves.

"But won't your hands-"

"Not if you hold them," Lancer replies quietly, his cheeks redder than from just the temperature. He can't look Edge in the eye as he feels him take his hands.

"It's cold," Edge comments. "Maybe we can... go make hot cocoa...?"

"Yeah, everyone else seems okay out here. Are you cold? You can wear my jacket under yours."

"I'm fine, and you need yours."

The two walk inside, hand in hand.

After making hot cocoa because SD's too lazy write about that they sit on Edge's precious FUCKINGCOUCH, their fingers warming up around a mug of hot cocoa.

They sip in comfortable silence, the sweet liquid warming them up from the inside out.

Edge finishes first, and goes back to the kitchen to wash his mug. When he returns, Lancer has fallen asleep. He smiles, crawling onto the couch to join him. He curls up, resting his head on Lancer's lap.

Lancer wakes up with a small start, finding Edge sleeping peacefully in his lap. He removes his jacket, laying it over the boy. He gently strokes stray bangs from Edge's face, feeling Edge cuddle closer to him.

Hours later, the Len modules coke back inside omfg I'm not even gonna fix that typo y'all know what I was trynna say

They see Edge and Lancer curled up together on the couch, Lancer snoring softly. They all quiet down, unable to disturb the scene.

How the fuck do I end this idk it okay this be the end lol



pffft who needs a good ending

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