21. ...on a place of insecurity, MiriTama
Fantasy AU fluff~
Noble Mirio and Half-dragon Tamaki (つ✧ω✧)つ
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"Can I see them? Please? Just this one time-"
Mirio's voice is cheerful. He's all but begging, attacking Tamaki with the full power of his smile.
Fantasy AU fluff~
Noble Mirio and Half-dragon Tamaki (つ✧ω✧)つ
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"Can I see them? Please? Just this one time-"
Mirio's voice is cheerful. He's all but begging, attacking Tamaki with the full power of his smile.
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Tamaki wonders if he knows; how hard it is to resist that smile when he uses its full power.
He probably doesn't.
He sighs again, toying with the hem of his gloves. He really shouldn't. Taking off his gloves feels wrong, worse than being completely naked.
He probably doesn't.
He sighs again, toying with the hem of his gloves. He really shouldn't. Taking off his gloves feels wrong, worse than being completely naked.
He bites his bottom lip, trying to think of what to do. He knows Mirio likes to see his scales, specially under the sunlight. He likes the colors. Tamaki likes them too, but he likes them alone in his room, when he can look at the colors without fearing they'll be seen+
by anyone else.
But Mirio is the son of a Lord, isn't he? He's probably used to get his way with things. How could he tell him no? What if he tells his father about it? What if they kick him out? What it-?
But Mirio is the son of a Lord, isn't he? He's probably used to get his way with things. How could he tell him no? What if he tells his father about it? What if they kick him out? What it-?
"Hey, Tamaki- it's alright, calm down. It's alright," Mirio mumbles, "breathe, alright? You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
Tamaki looks down, realizing somewhat distantly that his hands started shaking. He's clutching his left hand around his glove, so+
Tamaki looks down, realizing somewhat distantly that his hands started shaking. He's clutching his left hand around his glove, so+
hard he could easily rip off the fabric.
He looks down, trying to calm his breath. Even in here, behind the stone walls of Hope Town, he doesn't feel safe. It's been two weeks, and Tamaki still expects to wake up from this dream back on the road, with the slave traders+
He looks down, trying to calm his breath. Even in here, behind the stone walls of Hope Town, he doesn't feel safe. It's been two weeks, and Tamaki still expects to wake up from this dream back on the road, with the slave traders+
dragging him through dustt roads to be sold. It's too good to be true, his mind whispers. Everything could fall apart at any minute. Every second he spends here, surrounded by these nice people, could be the last.
Dragons never get happy endings, even if they're half-human.
Dragons never get happy endings, even if they're half-human.
He feels Mirio's fingers grab his right hand, and he quells down the impulse to push him away. He doesn't want to show him, no matter how much the Lord's son wants to see. He doesn't want to show anyone. He wants to go home.
But the Lord's son doesn't remove Tamaki's glove. Instead, he adjusts the glove back in place, so it covers all of Tamaki's hand. He pulls at Tamaki's shirt later, to cover the tiny stripe of skin left on his wrist.
"Alright. Better, right?"
"Alright. Better, right?"
Tamaki stares at him, not knowing what to say or do. Mirio is still holding his gloved hand. He brings it to his mouth and leaves a tiny kiss at the back of Tamaki's hand, a bright reassuring smile on his face.
Tamaki feels something /weird/ in his stomach. Something cold and something warm that melts it. He feels an inexplicable illogical desire to cry.
"I'm sorry I asked," Mirio mumbles, his expression soft, "I just- I think your scales are very pretty. But you don't have+
"I'm sorry I asked," Mirio mumbles, his expression soft, "I just- I think your scales are very pretty. But you don't have+
to show me if you don't want to. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
The warm thing in Tamaki's chest grows larger, melting the cold away. That's probably why he wants to cry: the liquid needs to go out somehow.
The warm thing in Tamaki's chest grows larger, melting the cold away. That's probably why he wants to cry: the liquid needs to go out somehow.
He nods once, weakly, and then feels himself chuckle when Mirio drops another kiss on his gloved hand. He can barely feel the touch, but it feels- soft. Warm.
Tamaki cries a bit- just the slightest bit, but Mirio still seems worried about that. He hugs the Dragon-Blooded, apologizing over and over, untill Tamaki starts to laugh from how ridiculous his train of thought was.
Him being afraid of /Mirio/, or- thinking he wanted to go home.
It's too early to think of this place at home. It's too new and alien and scary for that. But he thinks maybe he could. /Maybe/.
As long as he can stay with Mirio... Anywhere could be a good home.
(end~)
It's too early to think of this place at home. It's too new and alien and scary for that. But he thinks maybe he could. /Maybe/.
As long as he can stay with Mirio... Anywhere could be a good home.
(end~)
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