Dydd Santes Dwynwen Hapus: Happy Welsh Valentine's Day!!!! (Belated...)
Ok, so Elvis pointed out to me (about TWO days ago... whoops...) that it was St Dwynwen's Day, which is basically the Welsh equivalent of Valentine's Day. I did not know this. In fact, not many Welsh people do. It's more of a folksy holiday, one that very traditional Welsh speakers or people living in the more 'Welsh' areas would likely know about. Kids may make cards and the like in school, but mostly Wales celebrates Valentine's Day on the 14th like the rest of the world.
That being said, how could I pass up a rare opportunity to write about Ceithin without him being concussed or severely embarrassed somehow? The poor boy has been through enough, and if I can EVER manage to make myself productive, he's going to go through a whole lot worse. So here. It's romance, waffy romance, not smut unfortunately, because my smut consists of: he stuck his p in her v and then he stuck his p in her v again... and it's not pretty, so... yes, romance. And a little bit of bro-banter... I couldn't help myself.
Title: Dydd Santes Dwynwen Hapus
Rating: R for swearing
Characters: Mina, Ceithin, Jared, small amount of other inner Senshi
AN: For elvisvf101, who pointed out the day to me, and to everyone else, because spreading love is awesome.
“Guys?” Usagi twisted her head to speak to the people behind her but kept her eyes fixated on the screen in front. “What’s the date today?”
Ami looked up from the newspaper on her iPad immediately. Whenever Usagi asked a question like that it was usually because she had forgotten something important, like the due date of an essay, or a doctor’s appointment or… dear Heavens, I hope she hasn’t forgotten an exam! She promised me she checked the January exam timetable! "The twenty fifth, why?” she replied with trepidation.
Without answering, the blonde whirlwind bolted from her chair like her butt was on fire and all but shoulder barged Mina’s door down. “MINA IT’S WELSH VALENTINE’S DAY!” she screamed out.
The girl in question, who had been relaxing lazily on her unmade bed, cup of tea in one hand, magazine in the other with a pair of headphones framing her golden hair, shot up with a jolt at the intrusion, the hot liquid sloshing all over her hand and clothes. “Ow! My fingers,” she hissed, placing the items on the bedside table and doing her best to wipe away the tea. “Usagi! Knock first.”
Rolling her eyes, the littler blonde stomped over and yanked off Mina’s headphones, strains of Britney and Will.i.am’s new beat pumping through the earpieces. “It’s Welsh Valentine’s Day today!” Usagi practically yelled, like it explained everything.
By now the others had made their way to Mina’s room to see what all the commotion was about.
“It’s what?” Mako asked in nothing but a towel, her wet hair wrapped up turban style.
“Welsh Valentine’s Day,” Usagi repeated, annoyed that no one seemed to be listening. “I was just reading about it, there was this girl and her boyfriend kind of forced her have sex with him even though she didn’t want to but then she unfroze him because he was in a block of ice and then she became a nun because God gave her three wishes.”
Rei crossed her arms and frowned in absolute disgust. “That’s sounds awful, what kind of sick country celebrates the violation of a woman and thinks it’s romantic?”
“And how did he do it if he was frozen in a block of ice?”
“I think the real question, Mina, is why the hell she unfroze him. I would have left him there and fried his balls off,” Mako said in a tone which suggested that she was mentally cracking her knuckles.
“Perhaps I should interject here,” Ami suggested, her Mercury computer out and visor on. “I’ve just done some research.”
“That was quick,” Rei noted, impressed.
Ami quirked a smile, “I have a lot of experience in checking Usagi’s facts.”
“Hey!”
“Apparently,” Ami continued before her leader could say more, “Dwynwen was a young woman in love with a man named Maelon. There are variations of the tale but I believe in the more child friendly one her father refused their wish to marry and so she prayed to God who turned her into a Saint for lovers, so that could help those in the same situation. In others she ran away with Maelon but he became angry because she refused to have intercourse with him as she did not wish to taint her honour or disobey her father. In one tale he does force her, in another he only threatens, in both stories however, she prays to God for a cooling of Maelon’s love. As a result he is turned into a block of ice. Dwynwen is then given three wishes, the first wish she makes is to unfreeze him, the second is that she becomes a patron saint for lovers and the third is that she never marries. Apparently God grants her wishes and she becomes a nun.”
“Oh,” Usagi said, “that makes more sense…”
“So this Dooween-wen girl is like Saint Valentine?” Mina asked. "But she's more of a protector of people in love rather than encouraging it?"
“Yes, it seems so.”
"So, kind of like us!" Usagi grinned. “How do they celebrate it?”
“I’m not sure… the same way westerners celebrate the one on the fourteenth of February I assume.”
Mina frowned in thought.
“You’re thinking Ceithin might have something planned?” Mako asked, catching on.
She shook her head in doubt. “He hasn’t said anything…”
“Ooh!” Usagi began clapping her hands together like an excited seal, “Maybe he’s planning a romantic surprise!”
Rei snorted. “Oh, of course. That’s exactly the type of thing Ceithin would do.”
“Maybe not,” Mina said, half berating her friend and half forming a plan, “but it’s something I would.”
~*~
“You uh, you kind of stink, brah.”
Having only just stepped into the house, Ceithin looked up from undoing his shoe to give his fellow housemate a rather pointed glare. “Yes, Jared, unlike some ponces I know who cannot cope with outdoor sports, I have just spent over two hours leading what was essentially a ferocious battle in a field of ice and mud. Of course I’m going to stink.”
“Drama queen.”
“Frat boy.”
“Sheep fucker.”
“Yank.”
“Psh,” Jared rolled his eyes, “get a suntan.”
“Learn how to speak English correctly.”
That did it, with Ceithin’s last insult Jared’s entire accent suddenly changed. “Oh tippity top ol’ chap, ah dinit know I woz o’fenden yah with me non propah lan-goo-age.”
“Shit,” Ceithin groaned. This had happened before. “You’re not doing it again.” It had lasted for days and by the end of it, every member of the house had wanted to bash the blond’s head in.
“Too rye govna, wouldn’t wanna upset the o’ mahster o’ the ‘ouse!”
“Stop.”
“Toodle pip!”
“You sound like an idiot.”
“Well by gum, by golly! Ahh-pologies yor ‘ighness!”
“I promise you,” Ceithin could help the broad grin which spread across his mouth, “I will not feel bad about beating you to within an inch of your life if you don't shut up.”
Jared began laughing as he watched Ceithin hop on one foot while he tried to take off his other shoe. “Oh no! Please sir, please don’ ‘urt me, sir! I’m a good boy, I am! Ah good boy! I gots me a wife ‘n little ‘uns! Georgie’s only four ‘ee is! Wots ee gonna do wivout ‘is fahver? Take pih’ee on me, sir!"
Ceithin took aim with his shoe. “Run,” he suggested.
Jared did.
After a solid two minute tussle, with Ceithin successfully managing to sit on Jared and then shove his smelly, sweaty armpit into Jared’s mouth (“Oh God! Oh my FUCK! JEBUS SAINT JOSEPHINE! My mouth! My mouth tastes like toe cheese and dog shit!”), they agreed to call a truce.
“C Dog, seriously, shower,” Jared said, his neck and shoulder pinned between the floor and Ceithin’s tiny, wet rugby shorts. “Mina’s in your room waiting for you.”
Ceithin’s grey eyes widened. “What? She’s been here this entire time?!”
“Yeah, she mentioned something about Welsh Valentine’s Day?”
“What?” Ceithin asked, confused.
“I don’t know, something about an ice block and three wishes? You guys have weird holidays,” Jared replied, still stuck in his position on the floor. “Can you get off now? Your butt is uncomfortably close to my face.”
“No,” he said, replying to the latter question. “We don’t really acknowledge it, I mean, we made cards for it when we were in nursery school and some people will celebrate it, but they’ll usually have Welsh as their first language - the more traditional ones - but for most of us it’s not a big event or anything. I didn’t even realise it was today.”
“Well, I wouldn’t tell her that, from what I was picking up from her, she totally wants to do the horizontal tango with you, if you catch my blatantly obvious drift, so it would really be in your best interest to de-stink before entering your boudoir.”
At Jared’s revelation Ceithin practically bolted towards the bathroom, only to turn around at the last minute to give his friend a dead arm.
“OW! Fuck a duck in the backseat of a car! Dude! Next time I’m not going to warn you and you can walk in smelling like ass and other men’s ball sweat!”
“That was for picturing my girlfriend without any clothes on.”
“It wasn’t my fault! She was practically drenched in vibes of horny! I was helpless! I couldn't have avoided picking them up if I tried!”
Ceithin scrunched his face in disgust. “Shut up,” he said, punching the other arm for the lousy excuse and then rushing back to the bathroom.
After rolling around for a few seconds in pain, Jared managed to stand up and yell out. “Hey, if it helps, I was totally picturing Rei there too!”
Ceithin opened the door, naked, and flipped Jared off before slamming it shut again and running the shower.
~*~
As Ceithin entered his room, he was not greeted with the regular sight of a sparse and tidy atmosphere, lit by the dreary natural light and kept at a cool sixteen degrees Celsius. Instead, his senses were assaulted with the scents of fresh rose petals, which were scattered everywhere, and Mina’s sunflower perfume. The light was low and yellow, with shadows being cast around him as the thirty or so candles flickered from various areas within the room. He found he was also somewhat warm but whether this was because Mina had raised the radiator thermostat or because she was lying on his bed wearing nothing at all except a lace thong and her golden hair, he wasn’t sure, nor did he care.
“What’s all this for?” he asked, clutching his towel a little tighter around his waist.
"I wanted to do something special for today." She looked at him in a way that always made his blood pump a little faster. “Deeth sant-es Doowee-wen hapus,” she said in faltering Welsh.
He smiled widely, touched at the effort she had put in. “Diolch yn fawr iawn cariad.”
She blinked, “I don’t know what that part means. Google translate only taught me how to say Happy Welsh Valentine’s Day.”
At that he laughed and made his way over to the bed, leaning down to kiss her deeply. “It means ‘thank you very much, my love.’”
“Oh,” she breathed as he kissed her again.
"Mina," he said, pausing before things became too heated, "I didn't realise... we don't really celebrate today, I didn't get you anything," he apologised. "I'll make it up to you though, we can go to dinner tonight, if you like. I can take you clubbing later."
She looked up at him, bright blue eyes meeting his serious gunmetal grey ones, and she shook her head. "We don't have to go anywhere, this is all I want."
His face softened, not quite believing how very fortunate he was to have her. "You're amazing."
"Aishiteru wa,” she said softly in her native Japanese.
“What does that mean?”
She gently pried the towel from his waist and let it drop to the floor. “It means ‘I love you’.”
That being said, how could I pass up a rare opportunity to write about Ceithin without him being concussed or severely embarrassed somehow? The poor boy has been through enough, and if I can EVER manage to make myself productive, he's going to go through a whole lot worse. So here. It's romance, waffy romance, not smut unfortunately, because my smut consists of: he stuck his p in her v and then he stuck his p in her v again... and it's not pretty, so... yes, romance. And a little bit of bro-banter... I couldn't help myself.
Title: Dydd Santes Dwynwen Hapus
Rating: R for swearing
Characters: Mina, Ceithin, Jared, small amount of other inner Senshi
AN: For elvisvf101, who pointed out the day to me, and to everyone else, because spreading love is awesome.
“Guys?” Usagi twisted her head to speak to the people behind her but kept her eyes fixated on the screen in front. “What’s the date today?”
Ami looked up from the newspaper on her iPad immediately. Whenever Usagi asked a question like that it was usually because she had forgotten something important, like the due date of an essay, or a doctor’s appointment or… dear Heavens, I hope she hasn’t forgotten an exam! She promised me she checked the January exam timetable! "The twenty fifth, why?” she replied with trepidation.
Without answering, the blonde whirlwind bolted from her chair like her butt was on fire and all but shoulder barged Mina’s door down. “MINA IT’S WELSH VALENTINE’S DAY!” she screamed out.
The girl in question, who had been relaxing lazily on her unmade bed, cup of tea in one hand, magazine in the other with a pair of headphones framing her golden hair, shot up with a jolt at the intrusion, the hot liquid sloshing all over her hand and clothes. “Ow! My fingers,” she hissed, placing the items on the bedside table and doing her best to wipe away the tea. “Usagi! Knock first.”
Rolling her eyes, the littler blonde stomped over and yanked off Mina’s headphones, strains of Britney and Will.i.am’s new beat pumping through the earpieces. “It’s Welsh Valentine’s Day today!” Usagi practically yelled, like it explained everything.
By now the others had made their way to Mina’s room to see what all the commotion was about.
“It’s what?” Mako asked in nothing but a towel, her wet hair wrapped up turban style.
“Welsh Valentine’s Day,” Usagi repeated, annoyed that no one seemed to be listening. “I was just reading about it, there was this girl and her boyfriend kind of forced her have sex with him even though she didn’t want to but then she unfroze him because he was in a block of ice and then she became a nun because God gave her three wishes.”
Rei crossed her arms and frowned in absolute disgust. “That’s sounds awful, what kind of sick country celebrates the violation of a woman and thinks it’s romantic?”
“And how did he do it if he was frozen in a block of ice?”
“I think the real question, Mina, is why the hell she unfroze him. I would have left him there and fried his balls off,” Mako said in a tone which suggested that she was mentally cracking her knuckles.
“Perhaps I should interject here,” Ami suggested, her Mercury computer out and visor on. “I’ve just done some research.”
“That was quick,” Rei noted, impressed.
Ami quirked a smile, “I have a lot of experience in checking Usagi’s facts.”
“Hey!”
“Apparently,” Ami continued before her leader could say more, “Dwynwen was a young woman in love with a man named Maelon. There are variations of the tale but I believe in the more child friendly one her father refused their wish to marry and so she prayed to God who turned her into a Saint for lovers, so that could help those in the same situation. In others she ran away with Maelon but he became angry because she refused to have intercourse with him as she did not wish to taint her honour or disobey her father. In one tale he does force her, in another he only threatens, in both stories however, she prays to God for a cooling of Maelon’s love. As a result he is turned into a block of ice. Dwynwen is then given three wishes, the first wish she makes is to unfreeze him, the second is that she becomes a patron saint for lovers and the third is that she never marries. Apparently God grants her wishes and she becomes a nun.”
“Oh,” Usagi said, “that makes more sense…”
“So this Dooween-wen girl is like Saint Valentine?” Mina asked. "But she's more of a protector of people in love rather than encouraging it?"
“Yes, it seems so.”
"So, kind of like us!" Usagi grinned. “How do they celebrate it?”
“I’m not sure… the same way westerners celebrate the one on the fourteenth of February I assume.”
Mina frowned in thought.
“You’re thinking Ceithin might have something planned?” Mako asked, catching on.
She shook her head in doubt. “He hasn’t said anything…”
“Ooh!” Usagi began clapping her hands together like an excited seal, “Maybe he’s planning a romantic surprise!”
Rei snorted. “Oh, of course. That’s exactly the type of thing Ceithin would do.”
“Maybe not,” Mina said, half berating her friend and half forming a plan, “but it’s something I would.”
~*~
“You uh, you kind of stink, brah.”
Having only just stepped into the house, Ceithin looked up from undoing his shoe to give his fellow housemate a rather pointed glare. “Yes, Jared, unlike some ponces I know who cannot cope with outdoor sports, I have just spent over two hours leading what was essentially a ferocious battle in a field of ice and mud. Of course I’m going to stink.”
“Drama queen.”
“Frat boy.”
“Sheep fucker.”
“Yank.”
“Psh,” Jared rolled his eyes, “get a suntan.”
“Learn how to speak English correctly.”
That did it, with Ceithin’s last insult Jared’s entire accent suddenly changed. “Oh tippity top ol’ chap, ah dinit know I woz o’fenden yah with me non propah lan-goo-age.”
“Shit,” Ceithin groaned. This had happened before. “You’re not doing it again.” It had lasted for days and by the end of it, every member of the house had wanted to bash the blond’s head in.
“Too rye govna, wouldn’t wanna upset the o’ mahster o’ the ‘ouse!”
“Stop.”
“Toodle pip!”
“You sound like an idiot.”
“Well by gum, by golly! Ahh-pologies yor ‘ighness!”
“I promise you,” Ceithin could help the broad grin which spread across his mouth, “I will not feel bad about beating you to within an inch of your life if you don't shut up.”
Jared began laughing as he watched Ceithin hop on one foot while he tried to take off his other shoe. “Oh no! Please sir, please don’ ‘urt me, sir! I’m a good boy, I am! Ah good boy! I gots me a wife ‘n little ‘uns! Georgie’s only four ‘ee is! Wots ee gonna do wivout ‘is fahver? Take pih’ee on me, sir!"
Ceithin took aim with his shoe. “Run,” he suggested.
Jared did.
After a solid two minute tussle, with Ceithin successfully managing to sit on Jared and then shove his smelly, sweaty armpit into Jared’s mouth (“Oh God! Oh my FUCK! JEBUS SAINT JOSEPHINE! My mouth! My mouth tastes like toe cheese and dog shit!”), they agreed to call a truce.
“C Dog, seriously, shower,” Jared said, his neck and shoulder pinned between the floor and Ceithin’s tiny, wet rugby shorts. “Mina’s in your room waiting for you.”
Ceithin’s grey eyes widened. “What? She’s been here this entire time?!”
“Yeah, she mentioned something about Welsh Valentine’s Day?”
“What?” Ceithin asked, confused.
“I don’t know, something about an ice block and three wishes? You guys have weird holidays,” Jared replied, still stuck in his position on the floor. “Can you get off now? Your butt is uncomfortably close to my face.”
“No,” he said, replying to the latter question. “We don’t really acknowledge it, I mean, we made cards for it when we were in nursery school and some people will celebrate it, but they’ll usually have Welsh as their first language - the more traditional ones - but for most of us it’s not a big event or anything. I didn’t even realise it was today.”
“Well, I wouldn’t tell her that, from what I was picking up from her, she totally wants to do the horizontal tango with you, if you catch my blatantly obvious drift, so it would really be in your best interest to de-stink before entering your boudoir.”
At Jared’s revelation Ceithin practically bolted towards the bathroom, only to turn around at the last minute to give his friend a dead arm.
“OW! Fuck a duck in the backseat of a car! Dude! Next time I’m not going to warn you and you can walk in smelling like ass and other men’s ball sweat!”
“That was for picturing my girlfriend without any clothes on.”
“It wasn’t my fault! She was practically drenched in vibes of horny! I was helpless! I couldn't have avoided picking them up if I tried!”
Ceithin scrunched his face in disgust. “Shut up,” he said, punching the other arm for the lousy excuse and then rushing back to the bathroom.
After rolling around for a few seconds in pain, Jared managed to stand up and yell out. “Hey, if it helps, I was totally picturing Rei there too!”
Ceithin opened the door, naked, and flipped Jared off before slamming it shut again and running the shower.
~*~
As Ceithin entered his room, he was not greeted with the regular sight of a sparse and tidy atmosphere, lit by the dreary natural light and kept at a cool sixteen degrees Celsius. Instead, his senses were assaulted with the scents of fresh rose petals, which were scattered everywhere, and Mina’s sunflower perfume. The light was low and yellow, with shadows being cast around him as the thirty or so candles flickered from various areas within the room. He found he was also somewhat warm but whether this was because Mina had raised the radiator thermostat or because she was lying on his bed wearing nothing at all except a lace thong and her golden hair, he wasn’t sure, nor did he care.
“What’s all this for?” he asked, clutching his towel a little tighter around his waist.
"I wanted to do something special for today." She looked at him in a way that always made his blood pump a little faster. “Deeth sant-es Doowee-wen hapus,” she said in faltering Welsh.
He smiled widely, touched at the effort she had put in. “Diolch yn fawr iawn cariad.”
She blinked, “I don’t know what that part means. Google translate only taught me how to say Happy Welsh Valentine’s Day.”
At that he laughed and made his way over to the bed, leaning down to kiss her deeply. “It means ‘thank you very much, my love.’”
“Oh,” she breathed as he kissed her again.
"Mina," he said, pausing before things became too heated, "I didn't realise... we don't really celebrate today, I didn't get you anything," he apologised. "I'll make it up to you though, we can go to dinner tonight, if you like. I can take you clubbing later."
She looked up at him, bright blue eyes meeting his serious gunmetal grey ones, and she shook her head. "We don't have to go anywhere, this is all I want."
His face softened, not quite believing how very fortunate he was to have her. "You're amazing."
"Aishiteru wa,” she said softly in her native Japanese.
“What does that mean?”
She gently pried the towel from his waist and let it drop to the floor. “It means ‘I love you’.”