Csónakos قصص

Saint Paul's platoon is made up of nine mighty Powers - among them are Nemecsek, Csónakos, Geréb, Kolnay, Richter and Csele - and their commander, Virtue Boka. However, the angels serving the Almighty don't only occupy themselves with carrying out the Almighty's plan, seeing that they occasionally end up in their fair share of trouble themselves. How do they fare when one of their comrades goes missing and it turns out that the ranks of Hell - the Dukes of the Crimson Order, to be precise - have something to do with the business? This is a story using the characters of The Paul Street Boys, slightly inspired by Good Omens, and with one tiny idea borrowed from Percy Jackson. Now, as the keen observer might have noticed when gazing at the cover, there is a child of sorts involved. Who brings this child into the world? Well, one of our beloved angels, meaning that you can expect a male-presenting character (with emphasis on "presenting", seeing as angels are considered to be genderfluid or agender, although all non-OC characters are using he/him-pronouns) to be expecting. So, if you can't stomach that, this isn't the story for you. However, there are no graphic descriptions of... well, anything, except for characters gazing at each other lovingly. But surely, that can't be too disturbing. So, with that said, good luck!

A kormányfő bejelenti a teljes karantént, ezért a srácok még egyszer csapnak egy bulit. A másnap reggel...

The Csónakos-Nemecsek family makes some new friends while on a trip to Tokyo. This is a Tadaima, Okaeri x The Paul Street Boys (specifically my "No need to get all mushy"-AU) crossover. Just like the anime, it's bl (though it's focused on family and domestic life rather than romance) and slice of life. Considering The Paul Street Boys (and my personal preferences), it's non-omegaverse-AU. All in all, it's a lighthearted story without much drama. A special thanks goes to my dear friend @DailyDuring, the protector of the brain cell, for her patience and help with both this and the original version of the fic.

"'Csónakos,' the blond muttered, 'What if I throw up in your car?' [...] 'Then I'll clean it up,' he answered 'Loosen up, mate! There's nothing you can do to make me angry.'" 5 g Csónakos, 5 g Nemecsek, 1 ml modern AU, blend it, and this story is what you will get. This is a translation of the original work "Na, nem kell ennyire nyálasan!", which I wrote in Hungarian.

A fiúk elakadnak a metró alagútban. Ennyi a történet, kérésre írva :)