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CHARACTERS spitfire, nue
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PAIRING REVENGE OF THE SHOUTA. ... nuefire.
WARNING older nue. gravity children. gaaaaaaay. bending of actual canon plot lol.
CONTENT nue brings the shoutaloli army in to spitfire for some haircuts.
Really, it wasn't the greatest day to be out and about, if you asked Spitfire. He stared out at the world from inside the salon, tilting his head back to get a better view at the pedestrians trafficking the sidewalk. He had to smirk a little, setting aside the comb and scissors he had in hand. Though, apparently, today was a wonderful day for little crows to visit him.
"Ne ne, nii-chan. I want ice cream!"
"You'll get ice cream after you get your hair cut," Nue sighed, though smiled, resting his hands atop the heads of two out of twenty that flocked around him. "What flavors do you all want?"
Despite the chorus of answers that flooded him after the question, Nue took it all in calmly and patiently. Spitfire had to admire how the younger (not so much anymore, he'd grown quite a bit, as the children did) could understand all twenty little voices that chirped up at him. Finishing quickly with the customer he had in his chair at that moment, he apologized, as usual, to the ones waiting for him. "My apologies, ladies. A discount if you come in tomorrow! Today I have very important little customers~"
As they were leaving, all sighs of disappointment seemed to vanish when a squall of "Suppi-chan, Suppi-chan!" flooded in with the opening of the door. Nue held the door open as the women watched all twenty children scurry in, all capes and masks, to surround the tall man awaiting them with a large smile. "Hello hello everyone! It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Nue kept back a smile at this point, giving the previously waiting customers of the stylist an apologetic look. It was forced, but sometimes he had to at least pretend to be civil. It wasn't his fault that they weren't normal children. Not just any person could cut their hair and tolerate everything that came with them.
He turned as the group of excited voices began to head his way again, raising a brow while Spitfire approached him with a child on his hip picking at the fluff of his jacket. "You could at least visit me more often, you know~"
Before he could get close enough to kiss him, Nue lifted a hand and held it against his face, expression flat lining as he held him at arm's length. "Not in front of them. I don't need you corrupting them, you perverted old man."
With a dramatic sigh against the metal of his regalia, Spitfire leaned away and looked at the little girl he perched on his hip, curling her hair around his finger. "Such a good daddy you have, wanting to keep you as pure as he can." He avoided a kick to the shin as quickly as he could, laughing to himself and herding the children to different seats. Nue scowled after him, turning afterwards to flip the open sign to closed and lock the door. He didn't need people coming in when the children thought they'd have Spitfire and him all to themselves.
"Now then. Shall we see what kind of haircut you want?" Nue moved to help a few of the smaller children up onto the counter when they ran out of proper seats, watching Spitfire flip through a magazine with one of them in the stylist's chair. He had to smile a little with how well he worked with them, before turning away when he noticed him look at him out of the corner of his eye. It amused Spitfire, but he said nothing as he began to work on the Black Crows one by one.
Of course, the leader of the flock watched on like any protective and observant parent. It was cute, but he certainly wasn't going to tell Nue that while the children were watching. He knew certain things would get the light haired boy ruffled and angry and, in the end, violent due to embarrassment. Especially in front of the younger gravity children. Spitfire gave him a glance as he leaned against a far wall of the room, arms crossed and eyes always moving to see what the large group was up to.
"Hey Suppi-chan, Suppi-chan." One girl tugged on the bottom of his coat, and he turned to look down at her while he finished up on one of her 'brothers.'
"Ah, yes?" he leaned down, putting his hands on his knees and smiling at her. Nue was tempted to kick him in the ass and watch him fall over, tilting his head as he looked at him with amusement from his spot behind.
"Can I wear your jacket, Suppi-chan?" she tilted her mask back a little more on top of her head, picking at the end of her cloak and smiling. Spitfire blinked at her, before glancing over his shoulder at Nue and raising a brow. The other just shrugged at him, smirking just a little.
"Not going to deny a pretty little girl a request, are you, Suppi?" With a sigh at the expression, he smiled at the girl and shrugged out of his jacket to offer to her.
"Just take good care of it, all right~?" a pat to her head after her nod, and he rose to stand properly and give Nue a look. He simply smirked a little more in response, and Spitfire had to return to his work.
Eventually, all twenty had their cuts. It was a difficult process, as one child could be pickier than the next. And as it got later, they got more and more tired. The one with his jacket decided to settle in Nue's lap once he took to a chair, the jacket and his cloak enough to cushion comfortably against the armor-like regalia that encased him. Either way, Spitfire doubted she honestly cared. Nue was comfortable to her, regalia or not.
Cleaning his hands on a cloth, he smiled as he approached the seated King, tilting his head and stopping in front of him. Nue raised a brow at him, shifting a little to let the girl get more comfortable. "What?"
"Going to let me cut your hair now, Nue?" a scoff as his response, he placed a hand on the armrest and let his eyes fall half-shut. The invasion of his space, with one of the Crows settled right on him, made Nue glare a little at him.
Lifting a metallic hand up to hold over the child's closed eyes (just in case, he would say), Nue reached the other one up to grab hold of the grinning Spitfire's shirt. Though he was a little surprised by the younger pulling him down, he hid it well with a pleased smirk. "Ah, what's this, Nue? Going to tell me a secret~?"
Nue rolled his eyes, then tilted his head to the side and stared up at him for a moment. The smirk stayed as Spitfire's response, even when he scoffed and let his eyes fall half-closed, almost feral grin bared up at him. "Yeah, it's a great secret, Suppi-chan."
With the taunt in place, he pulled him down the rest of the way and kissed him. Needless to say, that was a pleasant surprise to the older King. When Nue let him go, he raised both brows and smiled at him. "Now then. That haircut, Thunder King?"
Nue just smiled a little at him. "Only if you don't make it look like your stupid cut, Flame King."
FANDOM air gear
PAIRING REVENGE OF THE SHOUTA. ... nuefire.
WARNING older nue. gravity children. gaaaaaaay. bending of actual canon plot lol.
CONTENT nue brings the shoutaloli army in to spitfire for some haircuts.
Really, it wasn't the greatest day to be out and about, if you asked Spitfire. He stared out at the world from inside the salon, tilting his head back to get a better view at the pedestrians trafficking the sidewalk. He had to smirk a little, setting aside the comb and scissors he had in hand. Though, apparently, today was a wonderful day for little crows to visit him.
"Ne ne, nii-chan. I want ice cream!"
"You'll get ice cream after you get your hair cut," Nue sighed, though smiled, resting his hands atop the heads of two out of twenty that flocked around him. "What flavors do you all want?"
Despite the chorus of answers that flooded him after the question, Nue took it all in calmly and patiently. Spitfire had to admire how the younger (not so much anymore, he'd grown quite a bit, as the children did) could understand all twenty little voices that chirped up at him. Finishing quickly with the customer he had in his chair at that moment, he apologized, as usual, to the ones waiting for him. "My apologies, ladies. A discount if you come in tomorrow! Today I have very important little customers~"
As they were leaving, all sighs of disappointment seemed to vanish when a squall of "Suppi-chan, Suppi-chan!" flooded in with the opening of the door. Nue held the door open as the women watched all twenty children scurry in, all capes and masks, to surround the tall man awaiting them with a large smile. "Hello hello everyone! It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Nue kept back a smile at this point, giving the previously waiting customers of the stylist an apologetic look. It was forced, but sometimes he had to at least pretend to be civil. It wasn't his fault that they weren't normal children. Not just any person could cut their hair and tolerate everything that came with them.
He turned as the group of excited voices began to head his way again, raising a brow while Spitfire approached him with a child on his hip picking at the fluff of his jacket. "You could at least visit me more often, you know~"
Before he could get close enough to kiss him, Nue lifted a hand and held it against his face, expression flat lining as he held him at arm's length. "Not in front of them. I don't need you corrupting them, you perverted old man."
With a dramatic sigh against the metal of his regalia, Spitfire leaned away and looked at the little girl he perched on his hip, curling her hair around his finger. "Such a good daddy you have, wanting to keep you as pure as he can." He avoided a kick to the shin as quickly as he could, laughing to himself and herding the children to different seats. Nue scowled after him, turning afterwards to flip the open sign to closed and lock the door. He didn't need people coming in when the children thought they'd have Spitfire and him all to themselves.
"Now then. Shall we see what kind of haircut you want?" Nue moved to help a few of the smaller children up onto the counter when they ran out of proper seats, watching Spitfire flip through a magazine with one of them in the stylist's chair. He had to smile a little with how well he worked with them, before turning away when he noticed him look at him out of the corner of his eye. It amused Spitfire, but he said nothing as he began to work on the Black Crows one by one.
Of course, the leader of the flock watched on like any protective and observant parent. It was cute, but he certainly wasn't going to tell Nue that while the children were watching. He knew certain things would get the light haired boy ruffled and angry and, in the end, violent due to embarrassment. Especially in front of the younger gravity children. Spitfire gave him a glance as he leaned against a far wall of the room, arms crossed and eyes always moving to see what the large group was up to.
"Hey Suppi-chan, Suppi-chan." One girl tugged on the bottom of his coat, and he turned to look down at her while he finished up on one of her 'brothers.'
"Ah, yes?" he leaned down, putting his hands on his knees and smiling at her. Nue was tempted to kick him in the ass and watch him fall over, tilting his head as he looked at him with amusement from his spot behind.
"Can I wear your jacket, Suppi-chan?" she tilted her mask back a little more on top of her head, picking at the end of her cloak and smiling. Spitfire blinked at her, before glancing over his shoulder at Nue and raising a brow. The other just shrugged at him, smirking just a little.
"Not going to deny a pretty little girl a request, are you, Suppi?" With a sigh at the expression, he smiled at the girl and shrugged out of his jacket to offer to her.
"Just take good care of it, all right~?" a pat to her head after her nod, and he rose to stand properly and give Nue a look. He simply smirked a little more in response, and Spitfire had to return to his work.
Eventually, all twenty had their cuts. It was a difficult process, as one child could be pickier than the next. And as it got later, they got more and more tired. The one with his jacket decided to settle in Nue's lap once he took to a chair, the jacket and his cloak enough to cushion comfortably against the armor-like regalia that encased him. Either way, Spitfire doubted she honestly cared. Nue was comfortable to her, regalia or not.
Cleaning his hands on a cloth, he smiled as he approached the seated King, tilting his head and stopping in front of him. Nue raised a brow at him, shifting a little to let the girl get more comfortable. "What?"
"Going to let me cut your hair now, Nue?" a scoff as his response, he placed a hand on the armrest and let his eyes fall half-shut. The invasion of his space, with one of the Crows settled right on him, made Nue glare a little at him.
Lifting a metallic hand up to hold over the child's closed eyes (just in case, he would say), Nue reached the other one up to grab hold of the grinning Spitfire's shirt. Though he was a little surprised by the younger pulling him down, he hid it well with a pleased smirk. "Ah, what's this, Nue? Going to tell me a secret~?"
Nue rolled his eyes, then tilted his head to the side and stared up at him for a moment. The smirk stayed as Spitfire's response, even when he scoffed and let his eyes fall half-closed, almost feral grin bared up at him. "Yeah, it's a great secret, Suppi-chan."
With the taunt in place, he pulled him down the rest of the way and kissed him. Needless to say, that was a pleasant surprise to the older King. When Nue let him go, he raised both brows and smiled at him. "Now then. That haircut, Thunder King?"
Nue just smiled a little at him. "Only if you don't make it look like your stupid cut, Flame King."