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kiruuuuu · 7 years ago

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Blitz/Rook oneshot in which Blitz wants to dance. (Rating G, pure sugar, ~1.2k words) - for @magehir (to heal her soul ❤)

“Please, let’s just try”, Blitz says, hand still outstretched, beckoning Rook to take it, stand up and move to the more open area with him. “If it’s a disaster, we can stop immediately.”

The Frenchman is torn, just eyes the calloused hand dubiously and is this close to refusing. Part of him wants to yet a slightly larger part is full of hope, reassures him it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t work out, whispers false expectations in his ear. “Are you sure? How much did you drink?”, he demands to know and leaves his lover hanging for just a bit longer.

A smile appears on the German’s face, knowing and a tad self-deprecating. They’re both thinking of the same thing. “Two beers. Next to nothing. Come on.”

Blitz isn’t clumsy. Even after all the simultaneously adorable and awkward things Rook has watched him do, he doesn’t think he deserves that title, not if he’s being compared to Rook. Rook is the one who instantly forgot the comment about simply putting the cap on that sour cherry juice they both enjoy (though Blitz drinks it mixed with banana juice) and violently shook the Tetra Pak, resulting in the two of them having to re-paint their kitchen. Rook sometimes trips over and chokes on nothing, smacks himself in the face with his phone while lying down, runs into furniture all the time and acquires a new bruise for every single one that fades. No, out of the two, he’s definitely the clumsy one and has accepted the fact that Blitz will endlessly tease him about it.

Even so, there are some things Blitz just cannot do. Rook has denied him all access to any salt shakers in his vicinity because he always uses too much for reasons unknown. He’s terrible at googling stuff which is still mind-boggling to Rook because how can anyone be bad at Google, yet Blitz uses the wrong keywords or none at all, usually clicks on ads or ends up on extremely questionable websites and is drawn to literally every online quiz he comes across. It’s as endearing as it is exasperating because while Rook wasn’t, in fact, aware that vending machines kill more people than sharks every year, he’d much rather be told the address of the restaurant they’re trying to get to.

When he off-handedly mentions he’s adept at partner dancing on one of their earlier nights out, Blitz excitedly asks him to demonstrate. Delighted, Rook interprets this as an implication of Blitz’ own skills, drags him onto the dance floor and finds out the hard way he was sorely mistaken. At least one of them end up on the floor, Rook almost sprains a toe and Blitz blames the alcohol they consumed beforehand. A repeat performance a few months later that goes very much the same way determines that to be a lie – it’s marginally better but from then on, Rook swears to never dance with him again. Not even attempt it.

Right now, it’s their unofficial engagement party and it’s only unofficial because Rook wasn’t informed prior to it happening. Blitz has been rather secretive the week before, meeting up with people behind Rook’s back and regarding him with a badly suppressed smile when he thinks the Frenchman’s not looking so he knew something was up, even if he never expected something like this. It was presented to him like just another night out with their colleagues though he should’ve realised when the venue at which they arrived was much larger and more luxurious than their usual ones – and apparently reserved just for them. It was all ridiculously cheesy, there are flowers and all his favourite foods with all his favourite people but Blitz’ sincerity made up for it though he sounded relieved as he consoled Rook with gentle words and gentler touches while the younger man sobbed into the hoodie he loves so much on Blitz.

It’s been about two hours since the proposal and though Rook hasn’t stopped beaming so far, the declaration of wanting to dance turns his stupid grin into a hesitant, sceptical expression.

To hell with it. At least if he breaks something, he can forever tease Blitz about wanting to make sure Rook can’t run away after he proposed.

He puts his hand into Blitz’ and allows him to pull him to his feet and against Blitz’ chest before his lover kisses him once, then a few times more just because he can’t seem to help it and off they go. The dance floor is mostly empty whereas the bar is crowded, neither of which is much of a surprise. As it turns out, the timing is impeccable as a new song starts just after they’ve taken their place right in the middle of the room, attracting attention and Rook is beginning to doubt his own judgement. This seems like a recipe for yet another disaster.

The beat is relatively fast and Blitz grins at him as he suggests: “Discofox?”

“I’m not as good with it”, Rook objects and Blitz should know this, it was one of the reasons why their first attempt failed so spectacularly.

“That’s alright. I am.” Blitz takes his hands and before he can process his words, realise what’s happening, he’s being swirled around. Muscle memory kicks in, propels him in the right direction, has him move around his lover in a flourish without getting tangled up or losing track of his hands. His natural affinity for catchy beats kicks in as well as the years he spent dancing whenever he could, and he automatically reacts to the slight pushing and pulling that indicates where Blitz wants him to move.

Blitz is – he’s dancing, and not only that, he’s leading, too, confidently and with sparkling eyes, performing the steps and taps characteristic for the discofox effortlessly as if it was second nature to him, spins him around, throws him out and catches him again and Rook can’t believe it. “You!”, he complains, unable to form a more elaborate accusation due to having to focus on his own feet and Blitz just chuckles, visibly pleased. Rook can’t even imagine how much work he must’ve put into this, how often and how long he practised for his motions to become this fluid. They sweep over the dance floor, earn whoops and cheering in the process whenever Blitz manoeuvres him into a particularly impressive figure and it’s exhilarating, Rook feels weightless, completely in tune with his own body, with Blitz’, the music, the world. It’s been entirely too long since he danced like this, like they’re the only thing that exists, that matters.

Right before the song ends, Blitz dips him and forces a surprised yet delighted laugh out of Rook even if he vaguely fears for his well-being and hopes to God Blitz doesn’t drop him in front of everyone. Fortunately, he doesn’t, but what he does do is look at him expectantly as well as decidedly smug while the other guests applaud and yell for an encore. “You’re unbelievable, mon cœur”, Rook informs him, overwhelmed. “Why?”

“You were always so disappointed when anyone mentioned dancing.” Blitz pulls him back up, embraces him and kisses the tip of his nose. “And so I don’t embarrass myself at our wedding. I can do other dances, too. Want to stay here?”

“How long did it take you to learn?”, Rook questions him, grinning, and raises an amused brow at Blitz’ sudden sheepishness.

“Uh… let’s just keep dancing, how about that?”

#rainbow six siege #blitz #rook #blitz/rook #fanfic #oneshot #twitch probably helped him #rip her feet

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