FLY AWAY!!

gris knows when he’s near his limits. with his back hunched over and feet dragging, he feels the exhaustion from his mission pulling the life out of him.

he’s certain he’ll surrender to sleep before he makes it to the shower, but that was before he officially stepped inside his room.

as soon as he opened his door, he was met with a barrage of kisses from none other than you, his hands searching your shoulders as soon as he could process it.

“woah—!” he yelped, embarrassingly loud before he quieted down into a softer, “hey.”

your kisses replaced your own spoken “hello” back, until you settled down and the words you’d been waiting to speak all day came out.

“i missed you so much!” your hands found his waist in a hug, his own body fully relaxing under your touch.

he at last shut the door, hugging you back as he fully stepped in, taking in your warmth and familiar scent that acted as a remedy to his exhaustion. when he let his head drop to yours, a sigh bigger than expected escaped him, followed by a small smile.

oh, he needed this.

“i missed you too.”

and much, much more than you probably thought.

he could fall asleep just like that if he wanted, but he figured his weight on yours wouldn’t prove comfortable on your end. so instead he returned the favor by planting two or three kisses on your lips, albeit lazily, still full of love. you on the other hand resisted the urge to tackle him again, trying not to wear him out more than he already was.

when you went to take off his hat and untie his boots, easing his load, he realized the sudden surge of life that came back into his veins. coming full circle back to the face he was met with every morning was a kind of satisfaction gris never knew of.

until you, of course.

such a lucky man he was.

you’re obsessed with gris’ arms—blatantly so.

it was no secret he’s an absolute wall of a man, any part of him being able to envelop you with ease. but your eyes always drifts down towards the impossible to ignore sight of his arms, so strong and so built.

even when he pulls you into a hug your mind can only focus on how sturdy and warm they are, the urge to ask him to hug you tighter almost always slipping out your mouth.

but they’re hardest to ignore when he’s driving, forearm even more distracting as he’s gripping the steering wheel, focused on the road—yet not too focused to disregard your obvious ogling.

that’s one of the best parts about it all! his reactions to your affection.

when you compliment him he bashfully grins, unsure at first how to respond until he returns the favor with a praise about you.

when you nuzzle into his bicep in public, he’s embarrassed, a tint slightly forming on his face as he reminds you others are around.

though he would never push you off, even in all your…expressive ways of showing appreciation to his physique.

one thing you recently discovered, they actually made pretty great pillows! sure, not in terms of softness, but who needs that when he carries body warmth for days.

so in your down moments, you’ll bury your face into the crook of his arm, nuzzling, kissing and taking in every inch of skin there.

even though he already knows, he asks.

“what are you doing?”

“mm, nothing” you close your eyes, head turning to the side, “squeeze your arms a little?”

with a sigh of amusement, he obliges, feeling your lips form a smile against his skin.

he finds himself also obsessed with your love for his arms.

❤︎ getting caught in the rain with gris ❤︎

gris loved nights like these.

you always looked so beautiful under the dim lighting of whatever restaurant he took you out to, eyes lighting up every time you laughed and hand fitting so perfectly against his forearm whenever you reached out to touch it.

he wasn’t any expert on dating or flirting, but seeing how happy the both of you always were together, he knew he was doing something right.

he’d usually walk around town with you after, stopping for quick dessert or whatever pretty little thing had caught your attention in the windowsill. maybe just sit with you on a secluded bench if he didn’t feel like returning to HQ yet.

and as of now, your arm is linked with his, gushing about how much you enjoyed spending time with him as he stared at you with enough adoration to nip at your heart.

gris knows he’s a lucky man.

then, unregistered at first, it comes down on the tip of his nose. a small raindrop, preceding more to come.

he notices you slow and pause after a few land on you as well, holding out your hand to double-check. and as if on signal, those small drops turned into full-on rainfall.

instinctively you throw your hands up to cover your head.

“damn! i didn’t even think to bring a—“

as fast as he manages to get his jacket off, gris drapes it over your head, hand tilting your head to the side so he can see your face, make sure you’re okay.

if you could, you’d pick him up and nuzzle into his chest, singing about how sweet he was.

“gris…you’re soaked” you reach up to move a wet lock of hair from his right eye.

“don’t worry about me,” his hand moves down to your back, gently rushing you along, “you can run to the van, right?”

even with your concern for his drenched clothing and nearly tripping over a curb(he wouldn’t dare to let you fall), you giggle the entire time running back. he never lets go of you.

gris would never get enough of nights like these.

❤︎ enjin being gris’ wingman! ❤︎

“c’monnnn, just tell them they look nice!” enjin nudged a hesitant gris’ shoulders, beginning to near impatience.

“would that be too blunt?”

“jeez, i didn’t take you for the shy type.”

from the day you came along to the cleaners a few months ago, gris had been unable to shake you from his mind.

you had been so, so sweet from the moment you met him, a tiny work crush blossoming into full on yearning—the type that had him tripping over his words and feet.

“i’m too old to be acting like this.” gris massaged his temple, taking another glance at you on the other side of the bar.

you were in your own world, carefree and radiant, your relaxed smile reaching him from across the room.

it was so simple right? all he had to do was get up, walk over, throw an awkward thumbs up, and shoot a couple of words, hoping they’d land well.

“you look lovely.”

“that color looks amazing on you.”

“i can’t take my eyes off you.”(too much?)

anything. he knew he was rusty after not having been with someone in a couple years, but it shouldn’t go that south.

in the words of enjin, he just needed a little push.

“pssssttttt! hey—hey! they’re looking over here! at you!” enjin whisper-shouted.

gris snapped out of his head, your gaze and amiable wave hitting him with an inevitable—wham!

he waved back, thankful that you took initiative and decided to walk over to him first.

“hey” you started.

“hi.”

you awkwardly swayed, trying to ignore enjin poorly pretending not to be listening in.

“y’know i’ve been busy with missions all week and haven’t gotten a chance to talk to you lately” you inched a bit closer, “it’s nice to see you.”

“yeah, really nice—“

enjin’s exaggerated cough cut through his sentence.

“you look nice! i mean, more than nice you’re…stunning.”

he could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he awaited your response.

“thank you! you look nice too.”

it came out small, a little shy but still ringing in his ears. a grin just as goofy as it was wide took over his face.

kudos to enjin, indeed.

❤︎ gris refuses to leave your bedside ❤︎

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❤︎ moments in between…❤︎

ft: enjin, zanka nijiku, gris rubion

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enjin ‎ꫂ᭪

enjin taking a moment to rest on you in the middle of fighting a trash beast leaves you in a predicament.

for one, you’ll never not love how warm his body feels against you. especially now when his head is planted in your lap, chest heaving after dodging a heavy blow.

but, then again, it’s the middle of a fight. you should be telling him to get up.

“enjin…” you start.

“give me a sec” is all he says before letting his hands drop to his sides lazily.

zanka nijiku ꫂ᭪

zanka will always immediately respond to your calls, him being in the middle of a conversation isn’t an exception. he means no disrespect, and others have gotten used to it, but yet you still tell him not to always prioritize you.

“you kidding?” is what he says, but hearing rudo’s bewildered voice in the background after zanka stopped to talk to you still made you feel bad.

“ya might be in trouble one day.”

he didn’t say it like it was an excuse, but either way you calling just to rant was still worthwhile in its own way.

gris rubion ꫂ᭪

gris always looks back at you through the mirror when he’s driving, so much he could call it a habit.

whether you’re gazing out the window or nodding off to sleep, the sight puts him at ease.  after working so hard on your mission it was nice to see you get the rest you deserved.

when his eyes return back to the road, the image of you never leaves his mind. he’ll smile without even noticing, but that doesn’t mean you don’t. you see him smiling out of the corner of your eye, and at first you don’t know why.

when he looks to you again and you guys lock eyes in the mirror, it suddenly all makes sense.

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❤︎ gris melts at the sight of your smile ❤︎

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of course, just the sound of your voice could make gris weak, but there was something so special about your smile.

he’ll go out of his way to buy your favorite things or make you laugh just to see it. and the pictures he has of you? of course his heart does an adorable little thump! everytime he looks back at them.

you’ll always be the first to laugh at any of his jokes! it might not be his specialty, but your support regardless makes him cherish you even more.

he’s stressed from cleaner duties? you have just the cure! long days end up with him holding you close in his room.

“you wanna talk about it?” you ask.

“let’s just…sit in silence for a bit. that ok?” 

gris’ head raises up from its spot on your shoulder, only for him to be met with exactly what he needed, the usual smile you always give him whenever trying to comfort him.

he stares, then returns it a few seconds later.

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