Crowns And Other Dental Activities
Title: Crowns and Other Dental Activities
Words: 799
Fandom: Cobra Starship, MCR (Bob and Gabe gen)
A/N: Written for au_bingo square Other: Royalty. Bob’s family are rulers of the tiny European nation of Briary (borrowed the name from icanbreakthesky), and Gabe’s the son of a Briary-Uruguay diplomat. They have adventures. Here’s two of them.
Gabe still remembers the first time he met Bob, because there’d been a lot of crying and shoving and yelling; Bob had bitten him on the shoulder after Gabe knocked over his tower of blocks while pretending to be Godzilla. To be fair, Gabe probably deserved it, but, he shrugs, running his fingers over the tiny scar Bob’s incisors had left on his shoulder, it hadn’t hurt any less in hindsight.
Bob’s dad had actually brought him to the house personally to apologize, and Gabe still remembers the frantic way his mother had straightened her hair in the hallway mirror and the way she’d pulled her shoes on, even though they weren’t going anywhere. He remembers the way Mami’d smiled widely and he remembers the first time he heard the words, “Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty,” she had said, taking a deep breath as she tucked her hair behind her ear again. “What a surprise.”
“I’m sorry to intrude, Mari,” The man, Your Majesty, who Gabe’d eventually recognized as Mami’s boss, nodded. He looked down and Gabe and Mami’s eyes followed. There was Bob, looking sulky and unhappy as Your Majesty patted his head. “But I think Bob has something he’d like to say to Gabe.”
“No I don’t,” Bob muttered, as Gabe sidled up to Mami’s leg and and Your Majesty frowned.
“Robert Cory-“
“Sorry.” When he stopped there, Your Majesty had cleared his throat, and Bob sighed. “Sorry for biting you.”
Gabe glanced up at Mami, then at Your Majesty, and back at Bob. Everyone was staring at him, just waiting.
“It’s bueno,” Gabe nodded, and he thought he could hear his mom let out a sigh. “I was coloring, you like coloring?”
“Not really,” Bob said, as Your Majesty said, “Yes, yes he does. Mari, could I trouble you for a cup of coffee?”
Gabe wonders, sometimes, mostly when he can’t sleep, if Bob knew then that they were gonna be friends.
---
“Your Majesty?”
“Go away,” Bob mutters into his pillow. The sun’s coming through his bedroom window at exactly the wrong angle, straight into his eyes, and he’s been trying to fall back asleep since about five in the morning. He’s been pretending to be asleep as well, as the never-ending flow of maids and attendants began quietly bustling around his room at their appointed times.
He hears the same quiet voice muttering, “Will you excuse us please?” and then footsteps moving all around the room, all of them heading toward the door. He braces his arms tight around the pillow, tries to pin the blanket between his ribs and elbow, even though he knows it’s all in vain.
The double doors shut, the locks click, and the only warning he gets is a short pause and five pounding footsteps before Gabe’s launching himself, landing on the other side of Bob’ mattress and shaking the entire bed. There’re ridiculously long arms and legs wrapped around him before Bob can react enough to even get a hand free to shove at Gabe’s face. Adding insult to injury, Bob fumes, Gabe presses his cold, cold nose just underneath Bob’s ear.
“You gotta get up, Bobert,” Gabe stage-whispers. “Briary’s waiting.”
“Briary’ll still be there at eleven,” Bob grunts.
“Yeeeah, but I think the Olympics might up and leave if you’re not there to watch them start.”
“Good. I don’t want them anymore.”
“While I have no doubt that’s true, I’m pretty sure there’s a couple million Briary construction workers who’d have words for you if you let the Olympics leave right after they finished the Everwinter Olympic Stadium.”
Bob opens one eye halfway, glaring at Gabe as best he can from a few inches away. “When did you get all logical and shit?”
“Did it while you-“ Gabe grins, pressing a short, dry kiss to Bob’s cheek. “-were becoming the king...my lieeege.”
"Stop that," Bob groans, sitting up slowly. Gabe loosens his grip, falling back and burying his own face in Bob's pillows. "I'm up, I'm up."
"Good," comes the mumbled response from Gabe. "Now get dressed, and take as long as you can 'cause I really need a nap, what the Hell, I’m just an adviser and I’ve been working harder than you this whole time."
“Fucking-“ Bob grabs one of the pillows, bringing it down swiftly over Gabe’s head. “Bite me.”
He can pretty much hear Gabe grinning as he answers with a muffled, “Think that’s your department, and hey, I’m into that sort of thing now!”
Bob doesn’t even want to comment on that. “And get the Hell out of my bed, we’ve got an Olympics to kick off.”
Gabe’s head pops up like a jack-in-the-box, and not for the first time, Bob’s kind of glad he’s got a friend like Gabe.
“Let’s do this.”
Words: 799
Fandom: Cobra Starship, MCR (Bob and Gabe gen)
A/N: Written for au_bingo square Other: Royalty. Bob’s family are rulers of the tiny European nation of Briary (borrowed the name from icanbreakthesky), and Gabe’s the son of a Briary-Uruguay diplomat. They have adventures. Here’s two of them.
Gabe still remembers the first time he met Bob, because there’d been a lot of crying and shoving and yelling; Bob had bitten him on the shoulder after Gabe knocked over his tower of blocks while pretending to be Godzilla. To be fair, Gabe probably deserved it, but, he shrugs, running his fingers over the tiny scar Bob’s incisors had left on his shoulder, it hadn’t hurt any less in hindsight.
Bob’s dad had actually brought him to the house personally to apologize, and Gabe still remembers the frantic way his mother had straightened her hair in the hallway mirror and the way she’d pulled her shoes on, even though they weren’t going anywhere. He remembers the way Mami’d smiled widely and he remembers the first time he heard the words, “Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty,” she had said, taking a deep breath as she tucked her hair behind her ear again. “What a surprise.”
“I’m sorry to intrude, Mari,” The man, Your Majesty, who Gabe’d eventually recognized as Mami’s boss, nodded. He looked down and Gabe and Mami’s eyes followed. There was Bob, looking sulky and unhappy as Your Majesty patted his head. “But I think Bob has something he’d like to say to Gabe.”
“No I don’t,” Bob muttered, as Gabe sidled up to Mami’s leg and and Your Majesty frowned.
“Robert Cory-“
“Sorry.” When he stopped there, Your Majesty had cleared his throat, and Bob sighed. “Sorry for biting you.”
Gabe glanced up at Mami, then at Your Majesty, and back at Bob. Everyone was staring at him, just waiting.
“It’s bueno,” Gabe nodded, and he thought he could hear his mom let out a sigh. “I was coloring, you like coloring?”
“Not really,” Bob said, as Your Majesty said, “Yes, yes he does. Mari, could I trouble you for a cup of coffee?”
Gabe wonders, sometimes, mostly when he can’t sleep, if Bob knew then that they were gonna be friends.
---
“Your Majesty?”
“Go away,” Bob mutters into his pillow. The sun’s coming through his bedroom window at exactly the wrong angle, straight into his eyes, and he’s been trying to fall back asleep since about five in the morning. He’s been pretending to be asleep as well, as the never-ending flow of maids and attendants began quietly bustling around his room at their appointed times.
He hears the same quiet voice muttering, “Will you excuse us please?” and then footsteps moving all around the room, all of them heading toward the door. He braces his arms tight around the pillow, tries to pin the blanket between his ribs and elbow, even though he knows it’s all in vain.
The double doors shut, the locks click, and the only warning he gets is a short pause and five pounding footsteps before Gabe’s launching himself, landing on the other side of Bob’ mattress and shaking the entire bed. There’re ridiculously long arms and legs wrapped around him before Bob can react enough to even get a hand free to shove at Gabe’s face. Adding insult to injury, Bob fumes, Gabe presses his cold, cold nose just underneath Bob’s ear.
“You gotta get up, Bobert,” Gabe stage-whispers. “Briary’s waiting.”
“Briary’ll still be there at eleven,” Bob grunts.
“Yeeeah, but I think the Olympics might up and leave if you’re not there to watch them start.”
“Good. I don’t want them anymore.”
“While I have no doubt that’s true, I’m pretty sure there’s a couple million Briary construction workers who’d have words for you if you let the Olympics leave right after they finished the Everwinter Olympic Stadium.”
Bob opens one eye halfway, glaring at Gabe as best he can from a few inches away. “When did you get all logical and shit?”
“Did it while you-“ Gabe grins, pressing a short, dry kiss to Bob’s cheek. “-were becoming the king...my lieeege.”
"Stop that," Bob groans, sitting up slowly. Gabe loosens his grip, falling back and burying his own face in Bob's pillows. "I'm up, I'm up."
"Good," comes the mumbled response from Gabe. "Now get dressed, and take as long as you can 'cause I really need a nap, what the Hell, I’m just an adviser and I’ve been working harder than you this whole time."
“Fucking-“ Bob grabs one of the pillows, bringing it down swiftly over Gabe’s head. “Bite me.”
He can pretty much hear Gabe grinning as he answers with a muffled, “Think that’s your department, and hey, I’m into that sort of thing now!”
Bob doesn’t even want to comment on that. “And get the Hell out of my bed, we’ve got an Olympics to kick off.”
Gabe’s head pops up like a jack-in-the-box, and not for the first time, Bob’s kind of glad he’s got a friend like Gabe.
“Let’s do this.”