#oc; caspian abbas

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Waterloo - Alexander Lemtov x Male!OC

Fandom: Eurovision Song Context: The Story of Fire Saga (2020)

Pairing: Eros Xenakis (OC) x Alexander Lemtov

Warnings: Yearning, Maybe swearing, Mutual pining, Eros being a dad,

Notes: More of the boys on their mutual journey to finding each other. Enjoy!

Dedicated To: Caspian

Eros stood outside his house, Kalokairi holding his hand. He used his other hand to adjust his coat, watching as Roxanne’s car drove into view. “Look, there’s Mama.” He pointed out.

Kalokairi squealed with joy. It was a constant thing: after spending time with her mom, she’d miss her dad, and after spending time with her dad, she’d miss her mom.

Roxanne pulled up in front of them, taking off her sunglasses. “Hey, Kalo! Have fun with Papa?”

“Yea, yea!” Kalokairi nodded. “He read me his books and showed me more poetry, and I got to meet Alexander Lemtov from Eurovision! Theía Mita and Papa say he’s like my Theíos now!” She exclaimed, glancing over her shoulder.

From the front door stood Alexander, with Mita leaning her arm on his shoulder. The two smiled slightly and waved, Alexander’s smile disappearing once Kalokairi looked away.

Mita knew the look on Alexander’s face all too well. “You’re doing that look again.”

“What look?”

“The same look you had when watching Sigfrit be happy with Lars. But this time, since it is for Eros, it is real. I hope you know you have a chance, though. Eros and Roxanne broke up years ago.” Mita explained, eyebrows raised.

Alexander rolled his eyes, groaning dramatically as he looked away. “Nonsense, Mita. I do not want your brother.”

“I know you too well to know when you’re lying, Alexander.” Mita cooed. “Spend some more time with Eros and then get back to me.” She giggled.

Eros helped Kalokairi unload her stuff into Roxanne’s car. He closed the door behind her. “Be safe, alright? Both of you.”

“Yes, Papa.” Kalokairi nodded as her mom started the car up again. “Bye, Papa! Bye, Theía Mita, bye Theíos Alexander!” She waved.

Eros smiled, waving back at her as Roxanne drove off.

Mita went back inside, Alexander following close behind.

Eros waited until the car was out of sight, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. He sighed silently, turning around and walking up his yard. Once inside, Eros locked the door behind himself. He walked into his living room and sat down on the couch. 

Mita jumped beside him. “Rossy, baby.”

“Yea, Mita?”

“Alexander didn’t bring much casual clothes with him from Russia, is it okay if I gave him some of yours? You’re both about the same size.”

Eros scoffed, “something tells me I’m too late to answer the question.”

Mita grinned. “Right you are, I gave him a few of your sweaters. None of your favourites, though.”

“Thank you for that. Is Lemtov adjusting well?”

“Better than I’d have thought...” Mita nodded.

Eros arched a brow, glancing over at her. “Spill it, MiMi.”

“I think he likes you.”

“You think he likes me, you have no hard evidence. No one can work with that; I know you’re desperate for me to have a stable relationship after Roxanne instead of sleeping around with men, but this is ridiculous.” Eros explained, wincing in annoyance.

Mita pat his shoulder. “I would say otherwise. Earlier today, we were singing ‘Waterloo’ by ABBA, one of your favourites. With the way he sang and presented himself, aka him looking at your room as if you were Waterloo, and he was defeated by you, I’d say that I have some evidence.” She remembered.

Eros looked over at her with a furrowed brow. “Oh yea? And why are you telling me?”

“Because I know my older brother. I know when he’s feeling something he’s trying to hide, like romantic feelings for another person after Roxy.” Mita answered, tapping his cheek.

Eros swatted her hand away. He tilted his head back, slowly licking his lips. “Do you think he really-?”

“Eros, when I gave him your sweaters, he asked me which one you liked the most so that he could wear it. Yes, I do.” Mita kissed her teeth.

Eros’ bright eyes darted around the room.

“Plus, he tells me you read him your Arabic poetry. You don’t let anyone read your Arabics, especially if its by that Adonis man.” Mita pointed out.

Eros nodded his head, fighting back a loose smile. “Yea, I did.” He shrugged, looking down. “Did you tell him that, though-?”

Mita laughed at the worried look on his face. “No, Rossy, don’t worry. Just...Think about it, alright? Think of you two, and what you could be. I want you both to be happy, and I see you two being happy by being together.” She told, standing up. Mita put her hand on Eros’ shoulder, smiling down at him. “Okay?”

Eros looked up at her with lost eyes. He exhaled slowly. “Okay.”

Mita pat Eros’ cheek, then walking away, leaving him to his thoughts.

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Best Friend’s Brother - Alexander Lemtov x Male!OC

Fandom: Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga (2020)

Pairing: Eros Xenakis (OC) x Alexander Lemtov

Warnings: Gay a lil, Meet cute-ish, Post-ESC: TSOFS, 

Notes: idk, man...Enjoy

Dedicated To: Caspian

About OC: Eros is Mita Xenakis’ older brother. He isn’t as interested in the musical arts as his sister, as he favors the art of literature. Due to his knowledge of deeper meanings, he’s able to help Mita come up with song lyrics. Eros wasn’t present at the Eurovision Song Contest because he wanted to support Mita from home, where it’s peaceful and quiet. It isn’t that Eros has social anxiety, because he doesn’t; quite the opposite, he’s very flirty (he lives up to his name) and is a social match to his sister, Mita.

Eros yawned softly, from under the streetlight he stood by. Mita sure did take her time coming home, he groaned in distaste as he looked over the docks. The water lapped against the docked boats, the same water Eros has had man after man after man compare his eyes to.

“Eros!”

Eros slowly looked up, the lamp lighting up some of his features. He cracked a smile, “Mita,” he greeted. Eros spat out his gum in a nearby garbage bin, watching as his younger sister approached him.

The closer she came, she dragged a man with dirty blond hair along with her. 

Eros sighed. Why was Mita always the one who got the good-looking men? His eyebrows jumped when he met the man’s striking blue eyes. “Welcome back, safe trip?”

Mita nodded. “Gravely, Eros. Ooh, this is Alexander Lemtov! He represented Russia. Alexander, this is Eros, my older brother.”

Alexander wasn’t much taller than Eros. He nodded in greeting, “Mita told me quite a bit about you.”

Eros tilted his head. “Only praises, I hope. MiMi knows it’s what I deserve.” He winked, Mita playfully rolling her eyes. “Also, I’m well aware of the pristine ‘Lion Of Love’. He chirped.

“I was able to convince Alexander to come back with me, show off how great Greece is.” Mita explained.

“Greece is only great because I live here.”

Alexander chuckled. “I enjoy the confidence on this one.”

“Will Lemtov be staying with us?”

Mita nodded.

Eros nodded back, gesturing for the two to follow him. “I parked my car pretty close by. Both of your things will fit into the trunk, I’m sure. If not, there is always the backseat.”

Mita and Alexander followed obediently.

Alexander nudged her. “Your brothers name, it sounds familiar. Is it a common name? Is he famous, or no?” 

Eros scoffed. “Eros was a young Greek God in Greek mythology. He was the God of love, affection, desire, and beauty, only such for the son of Aphrodite.” He explained, opening the trunk to his car. Eros pressed a button on his keys, unlocking the doors. He leaned against the side of his car, watching Mita and Alexander pile their luggage successfully into the trunk. Eros rushed to open the car door for Alexander, offering a classic, charming smile.

“Why, thank you.” Alexander giggled as he stepped in.

Eros hummed in return, softly closing the door behind him. He caught Mita’s knowing look. “Whaaat? Let me have this one.”

“I wouldn’t have a choice, Eros. If I made him hold hands with a woman, he’d probably puke.” Mita answered.

Eros’ eyebrows furrowed. “But his song mentions a queen-”

“All of Russia was watching, Rossy. He had no choice.”

Eros shrugged in agreement. “Am I a reason why you brought him here?”

Mita smiled, silent as she got into the passenger seat.

Eros huffed, getting into the drivers seat. He started up his car, turning to look past Alexander’s head in order to watch as he was reversing. Once out of the parking spot, Eros started the drive on their way home.

“So, Mita,” Alexander started, leaning forward. “Does your brother like music like you do?”

“I enjoy indulging in music more than making it.” Eros answered for himself, glancing at Alexander through the rear-view mirror.

“What types?”

“If I’m not listening to or helping Mita, I listen to ABBA...or some French singers. I do enjoy classical music, or heavy rock. Extremely different genres, I know, but that’s what I like. Never being completely known, or put into one type of anything.”

“Put Eros into a box, he’ll beat his way out using nothing but a pen.” Mita smiled.

“Why a pen-?” Alexander furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned back in his seat.

“While Mita and you fall face-first into the art of music, I land in my feet when I jump into the art of literature. You’re Russian, right? Let me tell you about this bitch Dostoevsky—” Eros got cut off by his sister.

“Eros, Eros, please.” Mita pleaded, putting a hand on her brothers shoulder. “It is only Alexander’s first day here. Best not scare him off to Russia with your inhumane knowledge of Russian authors.”

“Fyodor makes my blood boil.”

“You use his first name as if you personally know him.” Mita laughed.

“Maybe I did, you ever think about that, Mita?” Eros laughed, cheek grazing her hand on his shoulder. He glanced back at Alexander. “Do you happen to have any siblings?”

Alexander shook his head. “No, but looking at the both of you, I wish I did.”

Eros cackled. “Having a sibling isn’t always rainbows and sunshine, Lemtov. Just the other day, I was at Mita’s throat for drinking the last of our champagne.”

Alexander chuckled quietly, leaning back in his seat. He figured he was going to enjoy staying in Greece, as long as Mita’s older brother (who certainly lived up to his name) was within an arm’s reach.