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Wrap me in you [Joona/Hannu]
Title: Wrap me in you
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Joona/Hannu
Rating: 0+
Length: 250
Summary: Is it borrowing if you don't ask first? Hannu doesn't care, really.
Other: My dumb fluffy headcanons, let me show you them. Prompt was Joona/Hannu - "borrowed" sweater.
Wrap me in you
The phone buzzed.
Hannu glanced at it.
Joona.
Did I leave my hoodie at your house
Hannu sighed. Closed his eyes. Set the phone down on the couchside table and sank deep into the sofa again.
He knew exactly which sweater Joona was talking about; that Korpiklaani hoodie that he wore everywhere as soon as the weather turned cold, so well-loved that the cuffs of the sleeves were threadbare and the band logo on the back had started to crack and fade.
Hannu knew where it was, too.
Buzz.
Seriously dude i can't find it anywhere
did i leave it at your place
Rolling his eyes, Hannu groped for his phone and punched in a quick reply.
No.
Then he turned his phone off, and set it down again. Closed his eyes. Pulled his hands into the worn-out, too-long sleeves. Dipped his head beneath the neck of the hoodie and breathed in deeply the scent of the fabric.
There was that lingering bakery smell. It was inevitable; it sank into all of their clothes, and never came out. But there was also something else, some kind of spicy herbal scent that he couldn't quite place. Soap. Or cologne. Or something. Shampoo, maybe. Something like that. And smoke, just a hint of it.
It smelled like Joona.
He'd have to give it back. Eventually. Make up some bullshit about how, oh yeah, it fell behind the couch, how about that. But for now...
Hannu closed his eyes, and kept it close.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Joona/Hannu
Rating: 0+
Length: 250
Summary: Is it borrowing if you don't ask first? Hannu doesn't care, really.
Other: My dumb fluffy headcanons, let me show you them. Prompt was Joona/Hannu - "borrowed" sweater.
Wrap me in you
The phone buzzed.
Hannu glanced at it.
Joona.
Did I leave my hoodie at your house
Hannu sighed. Closed his eyes. Set the phone down on the couchside table and sank deep into the sofa again.
He knew exactly which sweater Joona was talking about; that Korpiklaani hoodie that he wore everywhere as soon as the weather turned cold, so well-loved that the cuffs of the sleeves were threadbare and the band logo on the back had started to crack and fade.
Hannu knew where it was, too.
Buzz.
Seriously dude i can't find it anywhere
did i leave it at your place
Rolling his eyes, Hannu groped for his phone and punched in a quick reply.
No.
Then he turned his phone off, and set it down again. Closed his eyes. Pulled his hands into the worn-out, too-long sleeves. Dipped his head beneath the neck of the hoodie and breathed in deeply the scent of the fabric.
There was that lingering bakery smell. It was inevitable; it sank into all of their clothes, and never came out. But there was also something else, some kind of spicy herbal scent that he couldn't quite place. Soap. Or cologne. Or something. Shampoo, maybe. Something like that. And smoke, just a hint of it.
It smelled like Joona.
He'd have to give it back. Eventually. Make up some bullshit about how, oh yeah, it fell behind the couch, how about that. But for now...
Hannu closed his eyes, and kept it close.