For a man used to handling guns and sharp objects on a daily basis, Jesse looks distinctly uncomfortable with the clippers in his hands.
“You sure ‘bout this darlin’?”
Hanzo smiles, easy and free, the guilt not weighing down the corners of his lips as it used to. It’s amazing the difference a year can make.
It probably shouldn’t feel so much like a reward for good behavior when Jesse smiles tentatively in return.
“I am sure. You are the only one I trust to do this.”
“What about Genji?”
Hanzo snorts. “Genji would shave it all off and claim he’s trying to make Morrison’s new look a trend.”
“Probably give you a hard time ‘bout shavin’ off all your gray hairs too.”
Jesse grins mischievously at Hanzo’s glare. Then he sobers again and steps around behind Hanzo, readying the clippers.
“Here goes nothin’.”
The buzz is jarring at first, but settles quickly into comforting. Jesse is so careful, tilting his head with gentle fingers when necessary, double checking the reference pictures they’d looked up earlier on Hanzo’s data pad. Jesse is warm, solid, reassuring at his back, and Hanzo closes his eyes against the sudden rush of feelings.
They get harder to swallow down every day.
He feels about ten times lighter by the time Jesse clicks off the clippers, coming around to get a look at him from the front. Jesse just stares at him for a moment, and then mutters, “Goddamn.”
Hanzo makes his way to the mirror in the bathroom, and immediately reaches up to touch the bare skin on the sides of his head. He looks younger, he thinks, and not just because of the absence of gray. Like the weight of so many years fell away with every strand of hair.
He doesn’t recognize himself. It’s been a long time coming.
Jesse stands in the doorway behind him as Hanzo pulls the remaining hair into a loose bun at the back of his head.
“Knew it’d be a damn good look on you.”
Hanzo smirks and catches Jesse’s eye in the mirror. “You were more nervous about it than I was.”
Sputtering, Jesse says, “Yeah…well…geez, try to give a guy a compliment…”
Hanzo turns to face him, and can’t help but smile at the way Jesse’s blushing.
“Thank you,” he says, “for the compliment, and the haircut. And for everything else.”
And then, because he feels freer than he ever has before, he takes a chance and leans up to press his lips lightly to Jesse’s red-tinged cheek.
Jesse seems stunned, and his blush deepens, but after a moment he smiles so widely that it almost looks painful. Hanzo breathes a quiet sigh of relief and smiles in return.
“So what other big life-changin’ events do I gotta help out with to get one of those here?” Jesse asks, tapping his smirking lips with a lone finger.
Hanzo takes hold of the teasing hand and uses it to pull Jesse closer. “I do not know yet. But this one is free.”
Characters: Dean x Original Female Character (However, I don’t really specify gender so if you want this character to male, go for it.)
Warnings: Minor Character Death, explicit sexual content, adult language. Angst, fluff and smut rolled into one unhealthy little story. Also, copious amounts of that beautiful black machine, Baby.
A/N: This story is the product of @butiaintgonnaloveem‘s Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge.
The ending is kind of open, so if you want to imagine that Castiel made
it in time there’s that possibility… I hope this has enough Baby in it
for the challenge. As always, let me know what you think!
We were heading back from a hunt the first time I’d gotten Dean to sing with me. Sam had stayed behind to work on the on going project of digitizing the Men of Letters’ library. He’d tiredly shuffled the two of us out the door, his brown hair askew, and probably gone back to the uncomfortable wooden chair pulled up to a table. Last I’d seen it, it was stacked high with books that he was translating so he could figure out what category it fit under.
In the books and series, there are so many humorous moments between Claire & Jamie - often even during tense or stressful situations. Here are some of the humorous conversations in Voyager:
“It’s like bicycle riding, I expect,” I said. My head rested peacefully in the curve of his shoulder, my hand idly playing with the red-gold curls that sprang up in thickets across his chest. “Did you know you’ve got lots more hairs on your chest than you used to?”
“No,” he said drowsily, “I dinna usually count them. Have bye-sickles got lots of hair, then?”
It caught me by surprise, and I laughed. “No,” I said. “I just meant that we seemed to recall what to do all right.”
Jamie opened one eye and looked down at me consideringly. “It would take a real daftie to forget that, Sassenach,” he said. “I may be lacking practice, but I havena lost all my faculties yet.” —Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
“I am thinking that you are verra beautiful, Sassenach,” he said softly. "Maybe if one has a taste for goosefelsh on a large scale", I said tartly, stepping out of the tub and reaching for the cup. He grinned suddenly at me, teeth flashing white in the dimness of the cellar. “Oh, aye,” he said “Well, you’re speaking to the only man in Scotland who has a terrible cockstand at sight of a plucked chicken.”
—Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 26
“Whiskers? You?” he croaked in imitation of his niece, setting us both off again. He shook his head, gulping for air. “Christ, she’s like her mother! That’s just what Jenny said to me, in just that voice, when she caught me shavin’ for the first time. I nearly cut my throat.” —Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 32
She looked him up and down, evidently gauging his ability to defend himself against an incompetent pigsticker, and reluctantly concluding that he might manage, even one-handed. —Jenny in Voyager, Chapter 38
“Ermenegilda?” he said. “Arabella? Gowns?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “What sort of priest is this man, Sassenach?”
I paused in the doorway, Marsali hovering impatiently in the passage beyond.
“Well,” I said, “he drinks a bit. And he’s rather fond of sheep. But he might remember the words to the wedding ceremony.” —Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 52
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tenth Doctor (duplicate)/Rose Tyler Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: UST, married, Torchwood - Freeform, delayed gratification, Sexual Frustration, not explicit, Crack, Fluff, Fluffy McFluff, Silly, unrealistic probably Series: Part 8 of Timepetalsprompts Summary:
He’s teaching by day, she’s defending the Earth by night. And they are both about to burst.
She stumbled into their flat, barely remembering to flip the deadbolt
lock on the front door. The brightness of eight am light hurt her
stinging, exhausted eyes, so she stumbled to the window and drew the
drapes. She knew she should eat something — considering she hadn’t eaten
in well over 14 hours — but right now, sleep was her number one
priority. She collapsed onto the sofa, one leg and one arm hanging off.
But then her husband made an appearance.
She peeled one eye open.
hands were pushed into the pockets of his brown pinstriped trousers. He
was wearing the glasses. And his hair was perfect. In a word, he was
gorgeous. And doing that thing with his eyebrow. And that half smile
But she didn’t feel a single tingle. No butterflies in her
belly. No prickles on her neck or flushed cheeks or building heat or—
He leaned over, and kissed her jaw. “Oh, I missed you last night. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. The bed was so cold.”
“Takemetobed,” she slurred, eyes drifting shut again.
He hummed happily. “Your wish is my command.”
smiled lazily as he pulled her off of the sofa, and led her into their
bedroom. “Gonna feel so good. Close the blinds,” she ordered quietly.
“Need it dark.”
“Mmmmm. You do like it dark, don’t you?” He
removed his tie as he scurried to the window. “Love the dark. Dark is
brilliant. Well, not brilliant. Unbrilliant.”
Can’t say I’ve ever had the occasion to, no. Always thought it seemed dumb as hell for society to just up and decide half the population needed to do something that much a pain in the ass.
This actually got me thinkin’ and I looked it up. Turns out the entire idea of lady folks shavin’ hair off all these assorted places nature saw fit to put it was literally entirely created by razor companies to sell razors to ladies too. And then color ‘em pink and mark ‘em up by like ten bucks more. Y’all been getting the shit end of the stick for centuries, this is just dumb as hell.