#this is still the funniest thumbs up photo on my phone like i checked. i outsourced and its still this. anyway LOVE HIM in this book

[cosmicrhetoric]

vimes really hit them with the old

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Saving Grace - Part 13

Note: Poorly written smut happens in this part! I apologise now!! 😂 But we all knew this was happening in this part. Hope you all enjoy this update i know its been a while.... please be kind! I love you and thanks for reading 💕

Somewhere on the way to the bedroom I had pulled off Bucky's t-shirt in between heated kisses. I pulled back for air and saw he had somehow stumbled his way into the kitchen.

"Buck....wrong room!" I laughed, he looked around and chuckled before righting his course to the bedroom. He held me against the bedroom door trailing kisses down my neck before falling back onto the bed with me straddling his waist making us both laugh. I run my fingers over his stubbled jaw as i looked into those beautiful blue eyes of his....i still couldn't believe he was mine.

"You okay?" He asked tucking some loose hair behind my ear so he could see me clearly.

"Im good, just admiring the view" i smirked wiggling my eyebrows at him.

"Makes two of us doll" he smiled before flipping us over so i was laying on the bed "lets get rid of these shall we?" He asked reaching for the waist band of my sleep shorts, i bit my lip nervously and nodded quickly before i thought too much about it and ruined the moment!

I felt my panties being removed with the shorts and took a calming breath.

"You okay?" He checked again.

"Mmhmmm"

"If you want me to stop i will...."

"Dont you dare!" I snapped playfully sitting up on my elbows to look at him as he stood up from the bed and dropped his sweatpants to the floor. Once he was free of them he crawled back up the bed towards me, one of his knees nudging my legs apart to make room for him between my legs, i felt him running his cock through my wet folds and he let out a sexy as fuck moan.

"Im not gonna last long doll, not this first time anyway..... i feel like i could cum already just thinking about how your gonna feel around me..."

"I dont care i just need you, we've waited so long for this Buck"

"Okay baby"

"Just go slow okay.... its been a while and after having Grace....plus wow! your packing Barnes!" I said making him laugh before he kissed me as he lined himself up with my entrance.

"I got you baby dont worry".

I moaned in delight as i felt him pushing inside, he buried himself to the hilt and held still for a few moments letting me adjust to him.... he started slowly thrusting his hips and i swear i can i already see stars!

"Ah fuck......" he moans "your squeezing me so good baby"

"Ahhh fuck Bucky!!" I said loudly as i felt him hit that special spot.

God i forgot i how good sex felt.... and sex with Bucky.....wow!! His grip on my hips is tight and im sure i'll wake up with bruises but i dont care! 

His metal hand trailed up from my hip and cupped my right breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple gently...he leans in and kisses me, my hands slide over his shoulders to the back of his neck so i can hold him in place as i return his kiss. Bucky's hips start to thrust quicker as he nears his end but i can tell his still trying to go easy on me.... his right hand suddenly moves down to my clit and before i know it we're both falling.... that coil snaps and i bury my face in his neck as my walls clench around him, i let out a loud moan when i feel him bite down on my shoulder as his warmth fills me.

"Jesus christ....." he muttered resting his head against my shoulder trying to catch his breath.

"You've ruined me for all other men Buck" i chuckled scratching the hair at the back of his neck.

"Good! That was my plan all along doll" he laughed lifting his head to look at me "for the record... their won't be any other men. Your stuck with me I'm afraid"

"Your the only man i want anyway, i love you Buck" i told him as i closed the distance and kissed him.

Bucky and i couldn't get enough of each other, we spent the rest of the night and most of the following day in bed making up for all these months we waited. But it got to the point where i had to have a rest, we dont all have super soldier stamina! A fact i had pointed out to Bucky!

After a hot bath together Bucky told me he was cooking us dinner, a date if you like, he wanted to treat me right and do the proper thing....little things like this just made me love him more.

While he cooked dinner i was in the bedroom going through my clothes for something 'date worthy' and talking to Wanda checking in on my babies. As much as i was loving my time alone with Bucky i was really missing the kids.

Wanda had just finished telling me about their day and how well they had been behaving. Grace had been with her all day but Harrison had been out with Steve and Sam, they had taken him to the park and had dinner and ice cream, he'd been so tired when he got back he just crashed out for the night.

"Thats great Wan, that makes me feel so much better"

"I'll send you some photo's their very cute"

"Okay" i laughed as i carried on pulling clothes out my bag, nothing was date worthy all i had was comfy clothes!

"So how's it going with you and Bucky?" She asked in a teasing tone.

"Shit Wan..... im not gonna lie its been amazing!... HE is amazing" i gushed falling back on the bed and covering my eyes with my arm.

"Really??! details!"

"Yes really and No! No details" i laughed at her "all i will say is wow!"

"So his packing huh?"

I burst out laughing especially as i had said the same thing myself!

"You could say that" i nodded even though she couldn't see and she screeched excitingly down the phone.

"Worth the wait i take it"

"Definitely!" I sat up to start looking for an outfit again and came face to face with a grinning Bucky.

"Hey Buck...."

"Hey beautiful"

"Oh my god..... did Bucky just hear all that?" Wanda asked and Bucky just smirked, oh he heard!!

"I think thats a yes" i told her making her laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Hey Wanda" Bucky called out still looking amused while i sat here feeling myself blush like crazy!!

"She says hi back"

"I just came to tell you dinner will be ready in 10 doll" he said before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"And his cooking you dinner?? Y/N marry that man!!"

"Dont tempt me!" I chuckled "right i gotta go, gotta find something to wear for my date"

"Call me tomorrow with DETAILS!!"

"I'll call you but no details Miss Maximoff! Im keeping them to myself! Kiss my babies for me, i love you all"

"I will and we love you too".

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[queenmorgawse]

loving you is my gift tonight

missgoneril : there’s so much going on in that pic i don’t even know where to start fearthedeer : you gotta be more specific. is it dima? his parents in a two-person sweater?? the piglet in a fluffy hat they put on the armchair??? missgoneril : i missgoneril : the holy kingdom of faerghus has actually been on crack this whole time, in this essay i will -

or, some good old-fashioned holidays fluff ft. dimiclaude in modern fodlan.

READ ON AO3.

The envelope arrives a week or so before Saint Cichol’s Day. It’s made of creamy, off-white paper and sealed with an actual wax seal bearing the griffin knight of Faerghus, because royals apparently have to be extra even with something as mundane as sending holiday cards.

It’s actually addressed to Claude’s mother ( President Juliette von Riegan, the envelope reads in elegant, swirling script), but as First Son of the Leicester Alliance, Claude considers himself plenty qualified to snatch it up from the pile of holidays-related mail and whisk it off to his room.

He flops down onto his bed before breaking open the seal. The card inside is just as fancy as the exterior, done up in dark blue and silver highlights, and it’s the funniest thing Claude’s seen all week.

Now, the Faerghan royal family has been sending Saint Cichol’s cards to the von Riegans since the beginning of his mother’s presidency, so this is nothing out of the ordinary. It also doesn’t say anything special, besides Merry Saint Cichol’s day & best wishes from House Blaiddyd in embossed letters.

What is new, however, is that this time, it doesn’t have  one of the Blaiddyds’ formal state portraits front and center. Sure enough, King Lambert and Queen Patricia are posing, flashing toothpaste-ad-worthy smiles at the camera, but there the resemblance comes to a brutal stop.

The photo features Dimitri, clad in possibly the gaudiest holiday sweater Claude’s ever seen. As per ugly sweater tradition, it sports an unholy amount of red and green, but nothing can dethrone the roaring lion’s head emblazoned over Dimitri’s torso, myriads of multicolored lights haphazardly sewn into its mane.

And he still manages to look like Prince Charming straight out of a collector’s edition of Fódlan’s Fables, because Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd is unfairly photogenic like that.

Seiros, life is unfair. Or maybe it isn't, because it’s given him a boyfriend who miraculously still looks good while looking like he’s been hit and run over by a garlands-filled truck.

Because he’s the most loyal best friend anyone could ask for, Claude sits up, holds the card to the lamp on his bedside table, snaps a picture and sends it to Hilda. Her reply is almost instantaneous.

missgoneril : there’s so much going on in that pic i don’t even know where to start

fearthedeer : you gotta be more specific. is it dima? his parents in a two-person sweater?? the piglet in a fluffy hat they put on the armchair???

missgoneril : i

missgoneril : the holy kingdom of faerghus has actually been on crack this whole time, in this essay i will -

fearthedeer : LMAO

fearthedeer : fr tho i think it’s sweet

missgoneril : you have them rose-tinted glasses ON i see

fearthedeer : bold words coming from miss hilda ‘do you think dimitri’s hot blonde bodyguard will text me back?’ goneril

You can no longer send direct messages to this person.

Claude snorts and taps out of the conversation. Not a week goes by that Hilda doesn’t block him at least once. Whatever the reason - from posting their kindergarten playdates pictures on the Golden Deer group chat to that time he jokingly hit on her brother -, she always ends up unblocking him within the hour.

In the meantime, there’s someone else he wants to talk to. Claude flips to the second topmost conversation on his phone, lays back and starts typing.

fearthedeer : on ur way to light up all of fhirdiad by urself i see

hrhdima : I take it you’ve received our holidays well-wishes.

fearthedeer : it’s the BEST how did you not tell me about this before

hrhdima : Mother and Father wanted a ‘fun’ photo to go with our usual ones. I didn’t know they would actually use it for anything official.

fearthedeer : give whoever made that decision a raise bc they just made my entire week

hrhdima : You don’t think it’s silly?

fearthedeer : well.

fearthedeer : yes i do

fearthedeer : it’s definitely dorky

fearthedeer : but since it has you in it it’s dorky cute

fearthedeer : why are u not saying anything

fearthedeer : i told u u gotta learn to accept a compliment!!

hrhdima : Thank you, my dear. I had to take a few moments to compose myself.

fearthedeer : SEIROS

fearthedeer : HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING ADORABLE 😭

hrhdima : ���😳

fearthedeer : if i were here you BET i’d be kissing your cheeks

fearthedeer : but alas, the day’s just started for ur local first son

hrhdima : What’s the first thing on the list?

fearthedeer : visiting a kids’ hospital i’m pretty sure! hilda and i have some Clownery planned so i sure hope they’ll laugh

hrhdima : I’m sure they will. If you end up filming, I’d love to see it.

fearthedeer : eager to see me embarrass myself huh

hrhdima : Claude! Of course not!

fearthedeer : flames, i was kidding!! of course i’ll send u the vid!

hrhdima : Oh.

hrhdima : Good luck with...the clownery?

fearthedeer : thanks, good luck with what you have to do too <3

hrhdima : Thank you. Speaking of which, can I call you later? Ingrid’s banging down my door about the holidays address right now.

fearthedeer : sure!! have fun at rehearsal, romance that sweet sweet mic for me 😘😘

hrhdima : Claude, please.

fearthedeer : u love me

hrhdima : I do.

hrhdima : I wish we could see each other more, especially at this time of the year. I miss you a great deal.

fearthedeer : wtf you can’t just say stuff like that

hrhdima : We’re quite literally dating.

fearthedeer : STILL

fearthedeer : anyway don’t you worry your pretty royal head over it

fearthedeer : it’s time for a secret scheme >:)

hrhdima : Claude. What does this mean.

fearthedeer : ;)

hrhdima has sent a vocal message.

Hi Claude, this is Ingrid. Sorry for interrupting you guys, but Dimitri has an address to practice, so I had to take his phone away for the time being. Will give it back when he’s done. Say hello to Hilda for me!

fearthedeer : dedue wouldn’t do this to me

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missgoneril : SWEET BABY SEIROS SHE SAID WHAT

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“...And with that, my dear citizens, all that's left for me to do is wish you a Merry Saint Cichol's day. Hold your loved ones close, so that they might share the holidays' cheers with you. I know I will.”

Dimitri flashes the camera another bright smile before the operator signals to him that they're done filming. From the treshold, Sylvain gives him a thumbs-up, and Dedue an approving nod. Only then does Dimitri allow himself to relax, shoulders slumping ever so slightly.

It isn't the address that bothers him, nor the ever-present fear of slipping up in front of millions of Faerghus citizens on live television. He's been groomed in protocol for public appearances, virtual or not, since he was old enough to walk. No, it's the creeping realization that, year after year, he gives a little more time to the people, and keeps a little less to himself.

It's selfish, which is precisely why Dimitri's only vaguely mentioned it even to his closest friends. They'd whisk him off to some holiday destination at the speed of light if he asked, he knows, but it doesn't feel right to shirk his duties — even though Sylvain wouldn't call it shirking, only giving himself a well-deserved break.

After a few minutes of idle chatter with the camera crew - Dimitri's made it a habit to try and get to know everyone he works with, to the point he can now ask after some of the operators' children by name -, he finally steps out of the royal office requisitioned for the occasion. When he idly checks his phone, the screen flashes with half a dozen notifications : a picture of Felix and Ingrid on St Cichol's shopping (presumably for Glenn), some last minute recommendations from both his father and Duke Fraldarius, and…

fearthedeer : hey hey hey

fearthedeer : dima

fearthedeer : u should go get some fresh air 😜

fearthedeer : (front gate. hurry!!!)

fearthedeer : i see u typing. why don’t u walk faster instead

Dimitri picks up the pace, until he’s almost flying past the castle’s front gates and into the main courtyard. At first, nothing seems more out of the ordinary : the gatekeepers even shoot him perplexed looks as their crown prince stares out, half disheveled, at the snow-covered cobblestones.

Then a nondescript black cab pulls up, somehow unbothered by security checks, and everything suddenly pieces itself together.

Dimitri’s down the staircase before anyone can stop him, right as the cab’s door open and a silhouette clad in a vibrant yellow sweater steps out. Claude’s barely finished handing the driver a tip when Dimitri comes to a brutal stop just a few steps from him, heart beating wildly against his ribcage.

They exchange pictures pretty much everyday, but there’s an inherent brilliance to Claude a screen can’t capture. It’s something, Dimitri thinks, in the way his smile blooms first over his lips then reaches all the way to his eyes. Every time, it’s like watching the sun rise.

Claude opens his arms. Wordlessly, Dimitri lets himself be drawn into his embrace, curls around him and breathes in the fresh scent of pine needles.

Eventually, he finds it in himself to step back. His hands stay firmly planted on Claude’s shoulders, grounding himself in the other’s presence. “It really is you.”

Claude grins and tips an imaginary hat at him. “The one and only.”

“Flames, I—” Dimitri takes a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself. “How...when did you get here?”

“On a plane this morning. And before you ask, it wasn't on taxpayers' money,” Claude quips.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m delighted to see you, but why now?” Dimitri’s brain frantically cycles through their relationship milestones. Their anniversary’s in early summer, and Claude’s birthday isn’t for another few months, and⎯

Claude gently takes his face into his hands, tiptoeing a little to rest their foreheads together, and Dimitri’s mind comes to a standstill.

“Hey, calm down, okay? You’re overthinking everything again.” Claude pauses, breathes in, breathes out. “Would you believe me if I said I’m a little late for your birthday?”

Oh. It’s true. His birthday, a national holiday. How did it slip his mind again?

As if able to read his mind, Claude chuckles. “Really, I just wanted to see you again. In person. I already meant it to be a Saint Cichol’s surprise, and our texts the other day were just...additional motivation, if you will.”

“You’re amazing,” Dimitri says, as earnest as he’s ever been. This time, it’s Claude’s turn to blush, a rosy flush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. It offers a nice contrast to the paleness of the snowflakes that have started accumulating in his hair, dusting his dark curls with white.

It occurs to Dimitri that perhaps they should have had this conversation inside.

“Come,” he tells Claude, slinging an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders to steer him back towards the castle’s warmth. “You must be freezing.”

Claude snorts and tucks his chin down into the collar of his coat. “Only because your country considers negative temperature to be mild weather.”

“It’s only starting to get chilly, really⎯” Dimitri cuts himself off when Claude shoots him a half-exasperated, half-fond look.

Before he can fumble himself into another clumsy explanation, Claude tugs him down by the lapels of his jacket and presses a kiss to his lips. It courses through him like lightning, all the way down to the tips of his toes, and it lingers even after Claude pulls away.

“Well, you’re here to keep me warm, aren’t you? Lead the way.”

Like this, his love is bright and lovely, the great hall’s flickering hearth painting him in broad strokes of honey and gold.

Dimitri takes Claude’s hand, and follows.

[sleepypanda27]

Give It Back

Bucky x reader

Summary:  Reader accidentally sends the wrong photo to Bucky, after snatching his phone right from his hands before he sees it she spends the entire night trying to delete it. Bucky making her task harder. He really wants to see that photo.

Words: 1,681

"Give me back my phone!" Bucky ordered. “Now!”

"No!" You retorted holding his phone tightly in your hands, pressed to your chest.

"Come on, give it back." He moved closer, reaching for it.

"Nooo!" You panicked slipping his phone into your sports bra.

He looked down at your chest and back up at you. "Seriously?" 

"Just tell me the code, so I can delete the photo and I'll give it back."

"No. What's on that photo anyway, that you don't want me to see it so much?" He asked crossing his arms on his chest.

"It's nothing interesting." You blushed slightly, that didn't go unnoticed by Bucky. "Are you on them?"

"Maybe."

"Are you...wearing any clothes?" He smirked tilting his head quizzically to the side

"Of course I am. Pff what kinda of a question is that?" You said nervously laughing.

"Ohhh, Now I'm intrigued." 

"Calm down, I'm not naked, just look ridiculous." You said warily walking by him back to the couch, he following close behind you.

It all started when he asked you to send the pictures you both took today when all of the team went out. You somehow accidentally selected one too much the one where you were making goofy selfies because you were bored. You only realized that when you already pressed the send button and the last photo appeared in the chat as sent. 

You panicked jumping up from the couch and snatching Bucky's phone from his hands before he could see the picture and run off with it. You didn't get far though, running around the kitchen island you tried several different codes but unfortunately, no one worked.

"What's your damn code? I need to delete a photo." You demanded more than asked.

"What photo?" He asked from across the island watching your movements.

"I accidentally sent you the wrong one."

"Give it to me I will delete it."

"No, it's embarrassing. I don't want you to see it." You tried a few more combinations, none of them working. Bucky saw his opportunity and jumped over the island. You barely managed to escape him. He cornered you against the wall with no escape.

That's how you ended up with his phone in your sports bra sitting on the couch beside him pretending that nothing happened.

"You understand that I will follow you everywhere until I'll get it back, right?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"Everywhere?"

"Yep." He said popping the 'p' and smiling.

That's going to be a problem if you wanted to delete that photo. You sank further down on the couch thinking what to do. Maybe you should let him see it and then move to another country to escape the humiliation.

After a while, Bucky fell asleep on the couch. You saw your opportunity, taking out his phone from the safe place you slowly kneeled down by his peacefully sleeping form. He was sleeping on his back, head turned to you, hair tied in a low bun and hand hanging from the side of the couch.

You slowly brought the phone to his thumb, carefully not to wake him up. Hoping to unlock the device with his fingerprint. You tried a few times, but alas without success. 

He half opened his eyes. "Y/N, what are you doing?" He asked confused to why were you fiddling with his fingers.

You fell backward from the scare. "Nothing."  You mumbled standing up and heading to your room. Bucky following you again sleepily rubbing his eyes. He really was serious about following you everywhere. 

While you walked he disappeared somewhere for approximately two minutes and reappeared when you flopped down on your bed, taking a pillow in your lap and hugging it. Bucky sitting down across from you.

"Come on, Buckaroo tell me the code already." You whined throwing the pillow at him.

He caught it. "Nah. Where's the fun in that?" He smirked throwing the pillow away.

"How long will you follow me?"

"As long as it will be necessary."  He smiled propping his chin on his hands, looking at you with innocent eyes.

You rolled your eyes huffing. "You're phone vibrated like third time already. Who's texting you?" You questioned. He looked away still smiling.

"Is it a girl?" You continued the questioning raising a brow.

"How can I know? You have my phone." 

"So it is a girl. Good for you." You said little sadly, you had a big crush on him for a while now and you didn't even know he was dating someone. "What is she like?"

"You mean the girl I like?"

"Yeah." 

He thought for a bit. "She's really great. She's funny, caring she always makes me laugh, even when I have the worst days. And she is very beautiful. I can't imagine my life without her anymore." He chuckled remembering something. "Also she is soo annoying sometimes." 

"She is one lucky girl to have you." You said with a small smile.

"You really think so?"

"Yes. Bucky you are one of the best people in the world that I know, you deserve only the best. Well, obviously if we're excluding this whole situation." You gestured throwing your arms in the air making him laugh. You loved when you could make him laugh not even trying. The phone vibrated again and you pointed at it making a face.

"Can you at least check the messages?" He asked attempting his best puppy eyes, which he knew you couldn't resist.

You sighed. "Fine." As soon as you pulled the phone out and looked at the screen, he lunged forward at you. 

"Ahh!" You yelped quickly raising your hands up in the air and falling back on the bed. Bucky landing on top of you, just inches away from you. Not one of you dared to move, the air in the room suddenly changed. 

"Sorry." He whispered.

"It's alright."

His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. "Can I... can I kiss you?" He asked almost inaudible, brushing away the hair from your face.

You nodded, not trusting your voice. He closed the small distance between the two of you with a sweet kiss. He pulled back smiling when he felt you smile against his lips. 

"What will your girlfriend think about this?" You asked suddenly feeling little guilty.

"What girlfriend?" 

"The one you were talking abo-...OOhhh..." The realization hit you. "You were talking about me?"

"Yeah, I thought that was obvious from the annoying part." 

You cupped his scruffy cheek, tracing it with your thumb. "You think I'm annoying?"

"I meant it in a good way." He turned kissing your palm.

"Shure you did."

"Will you go on a date with me?" 

“I think you know the answer.”

“I have a suspicion, but I need to be sure.” 

"Yes." He smiled at your answer capturing your lips once again, kissing you breathless. His hand went up yours, snatching the phone out of your hand and rolling off you.

"Hey, no! Give it back!" You darted up trying to reach for it.

"Nope." He stretched his hand further away from you. The phone buzzed again indicating another message.

"Buck!" You tackled him over straddling his waist trying to reach the device. His metal hand holding you back. "Who is texting you all the time?" You almost got it when he flipped you both over, pinning your hands firmly above your head. "Look who's so eager to know everything." He teased smiling down at you. You scrunched your face in angry pout trying to wiggle out from his grip.

Doors opened Sam appearing in them. "How long do I have to keep te..." He stopped midsentence when he saw you both struggling on the bed.

"You know what? Nevermind." He said turning to leave.

"Sam No! Help me!" You yelled from underneath Bucky, who just smiled.

"Don't involve me in your dirty games." He said before leaving.

Bucky looked at you. "Let's end this okay? I won't laugh, promise. I mean how bad could it possibly be?"

"Fine but If you laugh I won't go out with you." He let you go and sat on the edge of the bed unlocking his phone.

"Really!? All this time the code was just four zeros?" You rested your chin on his shoulder from behind.

"Yeah, I like to keep it simple. Don't know why you didn't try it, I'm glad you didn't though." He turned to you pecking the tip of your nose and opened the photo where it looked like you were wearing only a black bra visible only the straps of it, bitting on your lower lip and making a funny face. "Ohh, this is actually cute." He tried to suppress his laughter. You looked at him in disbelief.

"This is the funniest thing I have ever seen, but it's hella cute." He laughed through the tears.

"Ha ha ha. Stop laughing." You hit him with a pillow.

"I can't." The tears streamed down his cheeks. 

"You promised. I'm not going out with you." You turned away from him lying on the bed offended.

"Doll no, sorry." He said wiping away the tears. 

"Enjoy your dinner for one or whatever."

"Doll..." He kissed your shoulder. "I'm sorry I won't do that again."

"You're just saying that now."

"Will you forgive me if I send you a photo where I look funny?"

"It depends on the photo." You sat up crossing your arms on your chest, he wrapped his hand around you pulling you in his side against the headboard.

"Just need to do one thing first." 

"What are you doing?" You thought maybe he will delete that photo.

"I made it as my background." He smiled looking at you proudly. 

"I hate you." You murmured angrily looking straight ahead of you.

"I love you too." He chuckled pulling you closer and leaving small kisses on your cheek and ear, moving down to your neck until you started laughing and squirming in his hands trying to escape his tight embrace. That’s when he knew he was forgiven.

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[fra99lotus]

Day 3 Reguri Week

- Come on, give me a nice smile!

- ...

Red lifted his face from the cereal cup and found a person sitting in front of him with his face covered by a giant last-generation cell phone.

From the top, he could see a tuft of auburn hair so he knew it was Green. Unfortunately, every morning he had some difficulty in waking up from his torpor, so it always took a few minutes before he recognized his surroundings, including his husband.

He snorted as he sensed what Green was trying to do and muttered slightly annoyed.

- Don't tell me you're taking pictures again. You know that I am unpresentable in the morning.

- Come on, don't be shy! I just want your photo where you smile!

In response, Red began to cover his face with his hands so as not to be immortalized again by his companion and when he heard him moan in a low voice he smiled sweetly.

Green was really unbearable ... he always lost a lot of time, when they were alone at home, doing themselves and taking lots of pictures of him. No matter what they were doing, the boy seemed to have his hand stuck to the phone he promptly pulled out as soon as he could take a picture of his beautiful husband.

Red hated being photographed, he thought he was not photogenic and above all that Green could use those shots to blackmail him into doing something or whatever.

He didn't know what their real use was ... in fact the young gym leader enjoyed putting the funniest photos on his mobile phone background or sending them to his best friend, Leaf to comment on them together. Or rather, Leaf tried to kindly respond to Green's continuous messages that said "DON'T YOU FIND MY HUSBAND BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN IN THE WORLD ?! Look! Here he got dirty with toothpaste on his shirt!"

While finished his breakfast, his rival took a quick look at all the pictures he had taken since he woke up.

One where Red was still sleeping. One where Red opened one eye.

One where Red put a hand over the camera lens to censor himself.

One where Red (in his underwear) came out of bed and went to the bathroom.

One of the closed bathroom door.

One of Red, who had left the room, walked dead in the kitchen.

And then another couple of photos of him taking out the cereal box, the milk, and starting to eat.

Green smiled every time he ran his thumb on the screen. He really couldn't believe that there could be a nicer boy in the whole world.

He shifted his gaze to the companion who was about to finish breakfast and with a feline leap went to his side and taking the phone up in front of them took a selfie of both of them.

Red slipped a drop of milk from his chin in amazement and opened his mouth to say something but Green had gone to check on the photo.

- Oh damn, it came all blurry

- Green ...?

- Let's do another one! And this time smile!

- Green, at least spare me in the morning.

- Do not be a child! Now I want a nice selfie together.

The boy put the phone back into position, at which point Red thought that to make it stop as soon as possible he would have to play the game at least for a while. Then he raised his eyes to the sky but put himself in position with his eyes focused on the target.

Green looked back at him before shooting and slightly annoyed, pinched his cheeks.

- Ouch!

- I said I want a smile.

Red smiled politely for a few seconds in the direction of Green.

- So that's okay?

- You know what I meant! Idiot ... I just want a selfie where you smile too.

- Why do you care so much?

- Well ... because I have a lot of photos that portray us ... but never any where you look happy. In short, it almost seems like you're getting angry with me.

- ...

They remained for a few seconds staring at each other in silence in their eyes, until Green shook his head and came back as perky as before.

- Ah! Do you know what I care ?! I just need a new photo to add to my collection. Just watch the camera.

He returned with his face to his cell phone. Red in the meantime remained to reflect a little on the question.

He didn't want Green to think he wasn't happy to be in his company ... he didn't smile just because he hated that in times spent together, his beloved husband would waste more time taking pictures than being with him. However, it was decided to please him at least this time and two seconds before the photo was taken, Red showed a faint smile.