[Drabble] Winter Gifts
Winter Gifts
MA/They - Yara/Yamamoto
872 words, PG, Castle!AU
It's a crisp and chilly birthday, with surprises waiting out at the stables.
For yararanger because papapics only this wasn't really what the papapics made me think of (that would be the other birthday celebrations which I'm not writing because I'm useless with it.) Anyway, it was nice to revisit Castle!AU again, a bit of the middling before the next plot arises (which I will write. Someday.) I will actually probably rewrite this later, but x: ! ♥
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The bed was surprisingly empty when Ryouta awoke, the dawn having broken and sunlight filtering through the curtains. It was unusual for him to not wake with Tomoyuki, but the man was nowhere in sight as Ryouta sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Tomoyuki?” He called out, shifting to the edge of the bed. Clothing was laid out near the blazing fire and he grabbed the fleece lined breeches, tugging them on, before reaching for the cream-colored shirt and the russet red tunic.
There was no answer and so he tugged on some socks and located his boots. Heading into the main chamber of Tomoyuki’s suite, Ryouta looked around curious. Where could Tomoyuki have gone? It was true, the man was busy, but he hadn’t even left a note and he hadn’t mentioned earlier morning councils either.
He had just resigned himself to searching the entire castle for the prince, as well employing the services of Sakuma, Fukazawa, Tsukada, Senga, Eda, and Hayashi for the hunt, when the door flew open and Tomoyuki bounded in.
“Ah, I was hoping you’d be awake,” Tomoyuki said, skidding to a halt as he slung an arm around Ryouta’s waist, and before Ryouta even knew what was happening, Tomoyuki drew him into a kiss.
It was a morning ritual of sorts, something that usually happened in bed, with a sort of playful laziness. This kiss was more electrified, as if every nerve of Tomoyuki was quivering with energy.
“I’ve got something to show you,” Tomoyuki said, speaking before their lips had even separated properly.
Now properly woken, Ryouta was practically dancing in his arms. “What is it?” he laughed.
Pulling away, Tomoyuki smiled mischievously. “You’ll just have to come with me to find out. Get your coat on, come on.”
“You’re keeping secrets, it isn’t fair,” Ryouta accused, still laughing as he hunted down his coat, fumbling with the fastenings. Once finished, Tomoyuki laced their hands together before pulling him out into the hallway.
They took the back passage down to the kitchen, still bustling with the clean-up from the morning meal. As they passed, Totsuka held out a bag of meat rolls for Ryouta to snag, snarfing down gratefully. Not giving the large cavernous room a pause, Tomoyuki lead him outside through the scullery.
It was high flying, vibrant spirits as they stepped out into the crisp winter morning. Ryouta was thankful for his coat, and Tomoyuki’s hand in his own. They picked their way down to the stables, a walk Ryouta could have done with his eyes closed. “Did Narumi foal?” he asked, but Tomoyuki just laughed, leading him around the stables, into one of the small inner pastures.
Ryouta stopped in his tracks, nearly tripping because Tomoyuki didn’t stop with him. But though his mouth formed a little ‘o’, no sound came from him as he stared out into the pasture.
A gorgeous mare stood there, snorting in the cool air. She was slender-legged, gorgeously built, and almost completely midnight black. Almost, but with a bit of white dusting on her ears and feathered fetlocks.
She was perfect.
“W-what?”
Tomoyuki was still smiling as he nuzzled Ryouta’s cheek. “She’s all yours, you know. Tatsu and I looked at horse after horse after horse, trying to find the right one. Happy Birthday, Ryouta.”
Ryouta’s whooping laugh reverberated through the air as he threw himself into Tomoyuki’s arms, nearly knocking the two of them over. His. This mare was his. His, his, his, and it was his birthday and Tomoyuki and Tatsumi and Tomoyuki had found this horse for him.
“Happy Birthday,” Tomoyuki repeated, kissing Ryouta soundly as they reeled back against the pasture fence, and it probably should have been a mess, but it didn’t really feel like it at all.
“Now go,” Tomoyuki said, pulling away finally, grinning still and this time more victoriously. “I do have council meetings. So go meet your new mare and give her a name.”
Ryouta pouted his lips for a moment, but even birthdays (nearly forgotten ones at that) weren’t going to keep the kingdom at bay. While Ryouta wouldn’t have minded spending the entire rest of the day holed up in the royal suite… he did now have a mare to become acquainted with.
Bidding farewell with one more kiss, Ryouta watched Tomoyuki leave before turning back to the pasture and the pretty little mare. She watched him, nickering softly in curiosity. She was just so beautiful, like Kiyoshi, being both dainty and powerful, and Ryouta wondered if this mare could have just as much spirit.
“Hey there, pretty lady,” he said, offering her his hand. She snuffled at it, searching for a treat, and Ryouta fell in love.
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“Soooo~,” Tomoyuki hummed as they finally reunited in his rooms, just before dinner. Shedding formal dress and outer wear alike, he drew Ryouta closer.
“She’s lovely,” Ryouta sighed, leaning to rest his forehead against Tomoyuki’s, swaying gently. “I just… thank you so much.”
Chuckling, Tomoyuki spun Ryouta around. “For you, my love. Did you find a name for her?”
With a smile that could have lit the stars if he had tried, Ryouta leaned in to steal a kiss. “Miyuki, her name is Miyuki.
♥♥♥
MA/They - Yara/Yamamoto
872 words, PG, Castle!AU
It's a crisp and chilly birthday, with surprises waiting out at the stables.
For yararanger because papapics only this wasn't really what the papapics made me think of (that would be the other birthday celebrations which I'm not writing because I'm useless with it.) Anyway, it was nice to revisit Castle!AU again, a bit of the middling before the next plot arises (which I will write. Someday.) I will actually probably rewrite this later, but x: ! ♥
♥♥♥
The bed was surprisingly empty when Ryouta awoke, the dawn having broken and sunlight filtering through the curtains. It was unusual for him to not wake with Tomoyuki, but the man was nowhere in sight as Ryouta sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Tomoyuki?” He called out, shifting to the edge of the bed. Clothing was laid out near the blazing fire and he grabbed the fleece lined breeches, tugging them on, before reaching for the cream-colored shirt and the russet red tunic.
There was no answer and so he tugged on some socks and located his boots. Heading into the main chamber of Tomoyuki’s suite, Ryouta looked around curious. Where could Tomoyuki have gone? It was true, the man was busy, but he hadn’t even left a note and he hadn’t mentioned earlier morning councils either.
He had just resigned himself to searching the entire castle for the prince, as well employing the services of Sakuma, Fukazawa, Tsukada, Senga, Eda, and Hayashi for the hunt, when the door flew open and Tomoyuki bounded in.
“Ah, I was hoping you’d be awake,” Tomoyuki said, skidding to a halt as he slung an arm around Ryouta’s waist, and before Ryouta even knew what was happening, Tomoyuki drew him into a kiss.
It was a morning ritual of sorts, something that usually happened in bed, with a sort of playful laziness. This kiss was more electrified, as if every nerve of Tomoyuki was quivering with energy.
“I’ve got something to show you,” Tomoyuki said, speaking before their lips had even separated properly.
Now properly woken, Ryouta was practically dancing in his arms. “What is it?” he laughed.
Pulling away, Tomoyuki smiled mischievously. “You’ll just have to come with me to find out. Get your coat on, come on.”
“You’re keeping secrets, it isn’t fair,” Ryouta accused, still laughing as he hunted down his coat, fumbling with the fastenings. Once finished, Tomoyuki laced their hands together before pulling him out into the hallway.
They took the back passage down to the kitchen, still bustling with the clean-up from the morning meal. As they passed, Totsuka held out a bag of meat rolls for Ryouta to snag, snarfing down gratefully. Not giving the large cavernous room a pause, Tomoyuki lead him outside through the scullery.
It was high flying, vibrant spirits as they stepped out into the crisp winter morning. Ryouta was thankful for his coat, and Tomoyuki’s hand in his own. They picked their way down to the stables, a walk Ryouta could have done with his eyes closed. “Did Narumi foal?” he asked, but Tomoyuki just laughed, leading him around the stables, into one of the small inner pastures.
Ryouta stopped in his tracks, nearly tripping because Tomoyuki didn’t stop with him. But though his mouth formed a little ‘o’, no sound came from him as he stared out into the pasture.
A gorgeous mare stood there, snorting in the cool air. She was slender-legged, gorgeously built, and almost completely midnight black. Almost, but with a bit of white dusting on her ears and feathered fetlocks.
She was perfect.
“W-what?”
Tomoyuki was still smiling as he nuzzled Ryouta’s cheek. “She’s all yours, you know. Tatsu and I looked at horse after horse after horse, trying to find the right one. Happy Birthday, Ryouta.”
Ryouta’s whooping laugh reverberated through the air as he threw himself into Tomoyuki’s arms, nearly knocking the two of them over. His. This mare was his. His, his, his, and it was his birthday and Tomoyuki and Tatsumi and Tomoyuki had found this horse for him.
“Happy Birthday,” Tomoyuki repeated, kissing Ryouta soundly as they reeled back against the pasture fence, and it probably should have been a mess, but it didn’t really feel like it at all.
“Now go,” Tomoyuki said, pulling away finally, grinning still and this time more victoriously. “I do have council meetings. So go meet your new mare and give her a name.”
Ryouta pouted his lips for a moment, but even birthdays (nearly forgotten ones at that) weren’t going to keep the kingdom at bay. While Ryouta wouldn’t have minded spending the entire rest of the day holed up in the royal suite… he did now have a mare to become acquainted with.
Bidding farewell with one more kiss, Ryouta watched Tomoyuki leave before turning back to the pasture and the pretty little mare. She watched him, nickering softly in curiosity. She was just so beautiful, like Kiyoshi, being both dainty and powerful, and Ryouta wondered if this mare could have just as much spirit.
“Hey there, pretty lady,” he said, offering her his hand. She snuffled at it, searching for a treat, and Ryouta fell in love.
~
“Soooo~,” Tomoyuki hummed as they finally reunited in his rooms, just before dinner. Shedding formal dress and outer wear alike, he drew Ryouta closer.
“She’s lovely,” Ryouta sighed, leaning to rest his forehead against Tomoyuki’s, swaying gently. “I just… thank you so much.”
Chuckling, Tomoyuki spun Ryouta around. “For you, my love. Did you find a name for her?”
With a smile that could have lit the stars if he had tried, Ryouta leaned in to steal a kiss. “Miyuki, her name is Miyuki.
♥♥♥