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Fic: A Little Too Boy Scout
Title: A Little Too Boy Scout
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt & the Mystic Man (mention of Adora)
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes he can be a little thick. Other times, A LOT...
Warning: pre-series holiday fluff, following Charlie Brown Tree *Written for adventdrabbles 2019 at DreamWidth. Prompt: Making love by the fireplace
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
At the Ballet | The Same Old Crowd | Cinderella's Night Off | Saying Goodbye | Stage Door Wyatt | Dancing Together | Foot in Mouth | Charlie Brown Tree, Part I | Charlie Brown Tree, Part II | A Little Too Boy Scout | Tea & Cocoa | Sweater Weather | The Recital
"Sir, you can't-" Wyatt protested. Behind him, the Mystic Man was busy shifting piles of papers and books around the office, and made a face.
"My dear boy, I can do whatever I please."
"But, I have to work!" The Mystic Man let out a heavy sigh as he dropped a stack of ledgers on his desk.
"Wyatt, you are getting married. No one is expecting you to go straight from the ceremony to a duty shift!" Before Wyatt could protest, the Mystic Man lifted a hand and waved. "No one but you, it seems." He stepped around the desk and motioned for Wyatt to sit down. "Wyatt, my boy," he started, leaning against the desk, "the whole point of a honeymoon is that it gives you time to get to know each other. As husband and wife. As partners." His eyebrow raised and Wyatt's ears started to turn pink.
"The cabin is perfectly-sized for two; it's fully-stocked; and there is quite a fireplace." He raised an eyebrow then sighed at the blank look Wyatt gave him. "That poor girl," he muttered, pushing up off the desk. "I hope she knows what to do." Shaking his head, the Mystic Man continued: "Now, you are going to get through the ceremony. Then, you are going to take your bride north, and spend a week doing whatever you want." The Mystic Man waved and hand and shook his head. "Chop wood, build a damn snowman... or," he nodded, "spend the entire time in front of the fireplace!"
"Why can't we just move in to the new apartment and sit in front of that fireplace?" Wyatt asked. There was a clear look of disappointment on his employer's face.
"I'm getting you transferred to the Sin District," the Mystic Man replied, plainly.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt & the Mystic Man (mention of Adora)
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes he can be a little thick. Other times, A LOT...
Warning: pre-series holiday fluff, following Charlie Brown Tree *Written for adventdrabbles 2019 at DreamWidth. Prompt: Making love by the fireplace
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
At the Ballet | The Same Old Crowd | Cinderella's Night Off | Saying Goodbye | Stage Door Wyatt | Dancing Together | Foot in Mouth | Charlie Brown Tree, Part I | Charlie Brown Tree, Part II | A Little Too Boy Scout | Tea & Cocoa | Sweater Weather | The Recital
"Sir, you can't-" Wyatt protested. Behind him, the Mystic Man was busy shifting piles of papers and books around the office, and made a face.
"My dear boy, I can do whatever I please."
"But, I have to work!" The Mystic Man let out a heavy sigh as he dropped a stack of ledgers on his desk.
"Wyatt, you are getting married. No one is expecting you to go straight from the ceremony to a duty shift!" Before Wyatt could protest, the Mystic Man lifted a hand and waved. "No one but you, it seems." He stepped around the desk and motioned for Wyatt to sit down. "Wyatt, my boy," he started, leaning against the desk, "the whole point of a honeymoon is that it gives you time to get to know each other. As husband and wife. As partners." His eyebrow raised and Wyatt's ears started to turn pink.
"The cabin is perfectly-sized for two; it's fully-stocked; and there is quite a fireplace." He raised an eyebrow then sighed at the blank look Wyatt gave him. "That poor girl," he muttered, pushing up off the desk. "I hope she knows what to do." Shaking his head, the Mystic Man continued: "Now, you are going to get through the ceremony. Then, you are going to take your bride north, and spend a week doing whatever you want." The Mystic Man waved and hand and shook his head. "Chop wood, build a damn snowman... or," he nodded, "spend the entire time in front of the fireplace!"
"Why can't we just move in to the new apartment and sit in front of that fireplace?" Wyatt asked. There was a clear look of disappointment on his employer's face.
"I'm getting you transferred to the Sin District," the Mystic Man replied, plainly.