How about... 7 from New Year's prompts for Maraas with other character of your choice?
7.Person A gets confetti in their hair… Person B notices.
Modern AU (I decided to toss Maraas and Delton into a fic together because it’s New Year’s Eve and why not. I reckon they’d get along!)
Approx 1200 words, most under the cut
Maraasloved New Year’s Eve. The music, the drinking, the dancing, the carryingstrangers on his shoulders so they could get a better view of the fireworks –it was all just great to him. At the moment, his shoulders were free, and heused the opportunity to defeat the keg-stand record set at that particularhouse party. He’d been to a few already, you see. Scoped the scene. This onestruck him as the best one yet.
“Thatguy’s nuts!” someone said from the crowd, and Maraas just grinned, swiping beerfrom his lips with the back of his hand and raising his arms in triumph as thegathering cheered and whooped. The benefits of being a big guy was that it tooka lot of booze to get him drunk.
“Enough,enough, come on!” Another person was waving the group towards the front of thehouse. Red-headed, shirtless, and painted with some kind of liquid chalk thatread ‘2k18’, he was trying to holler over the music and get everyone’sattention: the countdown was starting soon. Maraas quietly wondered why anyonebothered replacing the zero with a k –it’s not like it made it any quicker to write –as he spread his arms andassisted by practically sweeping the group in the indicated direction. If hewas going to go crash someone’s party, the least he could do was offer ahelping hand. Or two. Was it still consideredcrashing if they’d waved you in from off the street?
Soon,everyone was gathered out the front, bustling on the spacious lawn, drinksclutched tight, bright smiles on every face Maraas managed to catch. He glancedacross and found that red-head again, staggering out from the side of thehouse, the last few party-goers successfully shepherded. The man caught Maraas’eye, which was relatively easy given he stood at least a head taller than everyoneelse, and flashed a brilliant grin. Maraas returned the expression, then raiseda fist and whooped loudly. The crowd followed, the laughter swelling for thatbrief moment before returning to its regular cacophonous level. Snorting inamusement, Maraas glanced back, but his red-headed buddy was gone. Ah well.
Ten… nine… eight…!
