John

[fawnthefae]

Apparently the fish man only brought fish, and the pizza man only pizza. If they wanted a fan they had to go to Asda. Fawn didn't know what an Asda was, but the building was big and people were leaving with carts full of stuff. Exciting!

Inside they were greeted by a large display of plush bears, and fawn gasped.

"Friends. We should free them."

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[petty_dabbler]

John followed them to the letter and rolled up to a park. By a stroke of luck there was a space near the gate and he parked.

"Am I in the right spot?" he said. I don't see..."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn waved his hand, and the magic shimmered- Revealing their home to John. No one else would see, only those they showed.

[petty_dabbler]

It was charming, like something plucked from a fairy tale. A Disney one, not an original.

"Say," he smiled. "Alright. You outdid yourself, love. This is lovely."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn puffed up with pride. The cottage wasn't much, barely bigger than a studio apartment, but it was theirs.

"Let's take our new goods inside."

[petty_dabbler]

John took it as a personal challenge to carry as much as he could in one go. The inside of the cottage was perfect. John never wanted much room and everything here had the perfect place for everything they'd need.

"Home sweet home, eh?" John said, admiring the bed. It would be flash with that velvet blanket.

"I love it."

[fawnthefae]

"Truly? It's not too small?" the fae asked, starting to put things away.

[petty_dabbler]

John had put down his bags and stepped up to Fawn to pull him close to kiss him, first quickly on the lips, then on his forehead.

"It's perfect," he assured him softly.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn purred happily, tilting his head to steal just one more kiss.

"In time we can make it bigger," the fae noted. "A place below, perhaps."

[petty_dabbler]

"That would be nice," he smiled. John held him loosely and stole a kiss, but then let go.

"We should at least get the cold things put away," he said, though it was clearly not what he wanted to do.

[fawnthefae]

"I will set up the fan and make the bed!" Fawn said with a bright smile, excited to make this place a real home.

It was easy to dress the bed, and he finished it off by placing the teddy he'd rescued right in the middle.

[petty_dabbler]

John busied himself in the kitchen. Some food put away, sausages waiting to fry up, and potatoes prepped, then John put a pot of water on the stove.

As he waited for it to boil, he wandered to see what Fawn was doing.

"Oh, that looks nice," he smiled. "I like the green. Good choice."

[fawnthefae]

"I am pleased you like it," Fawn smiled.

[petty_dabbler]

"It's brilliant," he smiled. "You're really taking to having a home."

He joked that Fawn was going to chew the furniture, but that was just a joke. The wild fae seemed like he was enjoying life here.

[fawnthefae]

"I think I like having a place where I am safe and welcome," Fawn confessed.

[petty_dabbler]

"You are very, very welcome," John purred, moving in to kiss him softly. He had creeping, dark thoughts, ut for now he was content to bask in the domestic bliss. A home together. A life. It wasn't so much to ask for, he thought as his lips brushed Fawn's.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn purred happily, nuzzling at John and then kissing him again and again.

[petty_dabbler]

John quickly got lost in the kisses and forgot all about the kitchen until he heard little hisses of boiling water sizzling on the stove top.

"Mmm, shit. Dinner," he murmured, reluctantly pulling away.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn giggled, playfully pushing John away.

"We need our strength though!" the fae insisted.

[petty_dabbler]

John would much rather keep snogging him, but he turned to go attend to the potatoes.

"Come on. You can watch me make one of the few things I can cook," he chuckled.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn grinned and followed him into the kitchen.

"Is the wood stove okay?" he asked.

[petty_dabbler]

"Yeah. I had one of these in Louisiana for a bit," he smiled. "Just like riding a bike."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn beamed, pleased that he'd done well.

[petty_dabbler]

"Why don't you put a bit more away while I finish this up?" John asked. "It won't take long. Then we can sit and enjoy it."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn nodded, rinsing off the pots and pans before tucking them away, and then putting his new clothes away in the tall set of drawers he'd built.

"The food smells good, what is it made of?" he asked.

[petty_dabbler]

Lips and assholes, John thought, and snickered a little like the child he was.

"Meat. Pork I think. And spices," he answered aloud. "And potatoes mashed with butter and cream."