- 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.

He shot up when he realized his boyfriend wasn't in the room anymore.

"I hate this boy so much sometimes." Race mutters, leaving the room.

Oscar stood by the sink, sipping coffee out of a Broadway Musical mug while he waited for his boyfriend to realize what he was doing.

Race walks into the room.

His curls were still in front of his eyes, the shirt looking really big on him, and his blue eyes, though tired, looked really good on him.

Oscar swore he almost dropped the coffee mug as he stared, wide eyed and almost drooling, at his boyfriend.

Race rolls his eyes, blushing softly. "Quit staring and give me some caffé." He mutters.

Oscar chuckles as Race takes the coffee mug out of his hands.

He ruffles the younger boy's hair.

Race sips the coffee slowly.

Oscar chuckles, just watching him as he turns the coffee machine off. "I thought you'd slap me if I touched your kitchen." He comments.

"Caffé is an exception." Race mutters, his lips lingering on the mug.

Oscar chuckles again.

After a few minutes, he found himself staring at Race again.

Mainly his eyes/face.

Race seemed to notice, since a small smirk lit his face against the mug (along with some blush). "I've turned the scary Oscar Delancey into a puppy who just stares at me all day." He comments.

Oscar blushes the slightest bit- I shouldn't say that since there was more blush than there had been when I last said that.

Okay, scratch that. Oscar was blushing a good bit.

"What can I say?" Oscar shrugs a bit. "You're irresistible." He winks at his boyfriend.

Race blushes, looking back at the coffee. "I really shouldn't try." He mutters.

Oscar chuckles again.

~~

"Okay!" Race exclaims. "I'm going to do it today!" He decides, determined.

He steps foot outside.

"Nope." He turns to walk back inside.

Albert and Jack chuckle, keeping him outside.

"We're finding your soulmate today." Jack tells Race, his hands on the younger boy's shoulders. "I'm tired of you almost freezing to death."

"Not to death." Race reminds Jack. "I'd only die by freezing if my soulmate died." He states.

"Or when you don't wear a coat, when we tell you to, and it's snowing." Albert mutters, rubbing the temples of his forehead.

He couldn't count how many times Race had done that.

Race's cheeks turn the slightest bit red. "Fine." He sighs softly. "We can go find them today."

Albert and Jack high-five.

They start walking, not having a direction, just wherever the soulmate affect took them.

"So," Albert starts, sticking his hands in his pockets. "What do you want your soulmate to be like?" He asks.

"Nice." Race answers quickly.

Jack puts a hand on his shoulder.

Race breathes in and out. "I just want them to be kind, not hurt me. Being not protective would be nice, since I hate being babied," he mutters. "And will give me hugs." He mumbles, blushing softly.

Albert and Jack chuckle.

"That's all I really want is hugs and not hurting me." Race tells them. "Otherwise, as long as they love and accept me, I'll love and accept them." He finishes.

Albert and Jack hug him.

They continue walking.

After a few minutes, Race takes off his jacket.

It was about 50 degrees Fahrenheit outside. (For anyone who goes by Celsius, because I've learned that not everyone goes by Fahrenheit, it's 10 degrees Celsius.)

Race didn't mind the cold, he could withstand it really well, but there were times Jack found him curled up under many blankets and shivering.

It was the soulmate affect (or just Race being dumb and refusing to wear a coat/layers.)

Jack walks into Race's room, hearing whimpers.

He found Race, cuddled under five blankets and in his jacket that he almost always had on.

Jack's eyes widen as he quickly goes over to his brother.

He picks him up, making sure the blankets were still on him and holds him tight.

Race was shivering and was paler than usual.

It was a bit concerning how far away Race's soulmate seemed to be.

Jack shakes the memory out of his mind.

Albert's eyes were wide. "Did you just take the jacket off?" He asks.

"I'm hot." Race complains.

Albert and Jack share a look.

"We're getting close." Jack states.

Race looks up at him, eyes wide.

Albert takes Race's hand in his own, rubbing circles into his palm to calm him down.

Race fidgets with the fidget cube in his pocket, mainly the light switch.

Albert and Jack could both hear it loud and clear, but they both knew how anxious he was about this, so they just tried to continue comforting it.

"It's really hot." Race mutters, feeling the heat getting to him.

Albert and Jack share a look.

Is this actually the soulmate being really close or is it the fact that Race doesn't do well in hot weather altogether?

They saw another boy who had just been walking when he sat down on a bench.

Albert and Jack share a look, guiding Race over to him.

The boy looks up at them, seemly getting really hot.

Race looked really hot as well, like so hot he was going to collapse.

Albert held him up.

"Can he just- uh- touch your hand for a second?" Jack asks the boy.

The boy nods, touching Race's hand softly.

Sparks shot up both boy's bodies.

Race and the boy stare at each other, eyes wide. "Soulmates." They breath in unison.

"Thank God." Albert mutters. "Now, we just need you to wear a coat when it snows and you won't ever almost freeze." He comments.

Race rolls his eyes.

Albert hands Race to the boy, who rests Race on himself, holding him up.

"He doesn't do too well with heat." Jack informs the boy. "He is so good at getting used to the cold that he doesn't know when he'll freeze." He adds.

The boy nods.

Race was too hot to react or respond, though he would've either rolled his eyes or made a snarky remark.

The boy looks at Race, who's blonde curls fell in front of his eyes.

The boy brushes Race's curls away from his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "You're cuter than I thought you'd be." He mutters, his cheeks slightly red and not just because of the temperature.

Race's cheeks heated up a bit as well. "If you could not make me blush- till-" he stops, having a difficult time with words. "This goes away, that'd be great. I don't think I can handle anymore heat."

The boy smiles softly. "Don't worry, love. It wears off within twelve hours of meeting." He whispers.

"I might have to leave you for a bit because of that." Race mutters, his eyes closing.

Albert, Jack, and the boy chuckle.

"Just sleep, love." The boy whispers, his head resting on Race's. "We can talk later."

Race nods softly, leaning into his touch a bit more.

"Wow, I really don't even think I need to give you the overprotective brother talk." Albert comments, a little shocked.

"That's weird because he gave it to the boys we've known forever." Jack tells the boy, pointing to Albert as he nods.

Albert nods as well.

The boy chuckles. "My name is Oscar Delancey. My brother met his soulmate at a really young age and so he's been prepping me to deal with the heat for a while." He explains. "I'm really excited to have met him."

Albert and Jack smile.

"I'm still giving you a big brother talk." Albert decides.

Oscar sits on the bench next to them, Race curled against him in his lap. "Can't be anything much different than what I give whenever I see my brother's soulmate." He comments.

Albert and Jack chuckle.

I like this kid.

~~

"You're so annoying!" Race exclaims.

"Oh?" Oscar stares at him. "Okay. If I'm annoying, then you're a horrible person!" He shouts.

Race bites his lip. "Just get out." He whispers. "Take what belongs to you and get out."

Oscar nods. "Fine." He crosses his arms.

Race watches Oscar walk over to him.

What is he-

Oscar picks Race up, throwing him over his shoulder, and walking over to a relatively large box that they had.

"Oscar!" Race exclaims, holding onto him so he didn't fall.

Oscar had to hold back chuckles as he placed Race in the box and started to close it.

When he finished closing it, he heard Race mutter an 'I hate you'.

"I love you." Oscar responds.

"Now, I want a kiss." Race mutters. "But I'm still mad at you."

Oscar grins, opening the box and kissing his boyfriend.

Race blushes when they pull away. "Okay," he starts softly. "Maybe I don't hate you."

"Neither do I." Oscar responds, sitting with him. "And you're not a horrible person. I love you."

"You're not annoying." Race responds softly. "I love you too."

Oscar presses a kiss to Race's forehead.

They didn't know why they had been so angry at each other, but they were glad that was over.

Race was really thankful for Oscar and his sense to defuse a situation, even if he wasn't trying to.

~~ (that one was horrible lol, but I really wanted to sue that prompt lol)

Oscar sneaks around.

The lights were dimmed.

It was dark and the only real lights were from his vest and the colored lights, but even those weren't that bright.

He holds his laser in his hands, whipping around at anything he saw.

He was suddenly pushed up against the wall with a grunt from him.

Before he knew what was happening, he felt lips on his own.

They were familiar.

They pull away, leaving Oscar breathless.

"Race-" he starts softly.

Race shoots him with his laser, causing points to go to him and Oscar to be out for five seconds.

Oscar looks at him, betrayed.

Race giggles a bit to himself.

"You're cruel." Oscar accuses.

Race presses another kiss to Oscar's cheek.

Oscar stays there, processing the fact that his boyfriend just kissed him, when he was shot again.

"Race!" Oscar exclaims.

Race runs off, giggling.

Oscar watches him go. "I'm getting payback by tickling him later." He grumbles.

He was shot again.

He looks at Buttons.

Buttons shrugs innocently. "You were distracted." He states.

Oscar rolls his eyes, walking off.

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I have more fluff after this. It might not come out till tomorrow (cause I have to write it and it's around 11:20 at night), but it's coming.
The first two are good, but (at least the third) the last two aren't as good.
Question: what's your favorite quote from one of my books lol? I'm just curious.
Here's mine -

(Elmer had pointed out that Race's face was red and this was his response)