Fanfic Tropes: Vorgeschichte (Fürs Team)

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Fanfic Tropes: Vorgeschichte
Team: Nimmerland
Fandom: Original - The Sun, the Moon and the stars
Charaktere: Fynn, Arvid, Gwil
Wörter: 1500
Anm: Wow, vllt komm ich wirklich wieder ins Schreiben rein. Was ne ordentliche Tastatur ausmacht!!


Fynn looked at the list while he sat on a bench near the university’s gym waiting for his boyfriend who had promised to pick him up. Sometimes it sucked that he couldn’t drive but he wasn’t fit for the roads.
A new semester started and he had again agreed to give a fencing course for beginners. He hoped there weren’t too many people there who were only attending to get to know an Olympic silver medal winner.
“And?” Arvid asked and draped himself over his shoulders. Fynn startled and looked up. He hadn’t noticed his boyfriend’s arrival although he usually caught the sound of his fancy car early enough.
“Hey to you, too. I’m curious about this Gwillym Pritchard.”
“ Because it’s an unusual name?”
“Because people with unusual names like that usually are either very interesting or total pricks.”
“Let’s hope it’s the first one. I don't want to hear you whine about a prick in your course every single week.” Arvid chuckled and pressed a kiss on Fynn’s ear.
“I don’t whine every week,” Fynn complained and turned around in Arvid’s arms.
“Oh, yes, you do, honey. At least you did last year when there was this prick in your course. You whined until he left”
“I hate you, Arvid.”
“No, you adore me. Let’s get some food on our way home. I don’t feel like cooking.”
“I have the feeling, you’re more focused on dessert,” Fynn grinned and kissed his boyfriend right on the lips.
“You might be right about that.” Arvid grinned right back and stole another kiss.
So not much later they had gotten some food from the Chinese restaurant on their way home.



“And?” Arvid asked when Fynn returned after the first fencing lesson of the new semester. “Prick?”
“He’s stunning! He goes by the name of Gwil, and seems to hate his full name. He's great with the rapier despite saying he had never before held one. And he’s simply the second most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on!”
Arvid raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected this kind of answer. “the second most beautiful?”
“Yep. The most beautiful man is right here in front of me.” Fynn grinned and hugged Arvid.
“As long as you keep on thinking that, I think I can allow you a little infatuation.”
Fynn laughed and pulled his boyfriend down for a kiss. “You are my most important person and that will not change because of a handsome student. I can’t imagine a life without you. So, don’t worry. It’s just eye candy. He already said he’s also a fan, so…”
Arvid nodded. That usually was a deal breaker for Fynn. “I trust you, honey. So we’re good even if you found some eye candy that’s not me.”
“You’re the most beautiful eye candy. Let me get you to bed for an hour or so and then when I’m done with you, we can go out for dinner?”
“You know how to make me happy.” Arvid grinned and picked Fynn up to carry him to the bedroom. Yes, they were together for nine years now and they were very comfortable around each other but that didn’t change the fact that they still loved and cared for each other. He, too, wouldn't exchange Fynn for anything. This was the man he wanted to spend his whole life with.

It was months later that Arvid finally met Gwil, too. Fynn hadn’t stopped talking about the young man. Apparently it wasn’t a problem, that he was Fynn’s fan. Fynn almost swooned over him. Almost. Arvid still didn’t feel jealous. They were talking about it openly every now and then. And there was no reason for Arvid to doubt his boyfriend.
And tonight they’ve gone out to a bar near the Campus for a drink and watched the students unwind after their batch of exams. Fynn had just gone to get new drinks and Arvid just watched the people around them. There were the ones who made it a sport to get drunk as quickly as possible, those who got just tipsy enough to find the courage to talk to an interesting person of the opposite gender and those who were just here to have a nice evening with their friends.


A little ruckus caught Arvid’s attention. And he raised an eyebrow, ready to get up. Someone apparently had made Fynn spill his beer. Did this mean trouble? Fynn was kind of a hothead who had gotten into trouble a few times in the past. But luckily the guy seemed apologetic. Nonetheless Arvid got closer to make sure the situation didn’t escalate. He saw Fynn surprisingly calm. The young man gave Fynn some money - apparently he was too young to buy alcohol and replace the beer himself. While Fynn got a new beer the young man got a rug to wipe the mess up. So he was someone who took care of the things he did wrong by himself. It had been a while since Arvid had last witnessed such behavior in younger people. As if he himself was this old… He shook his head and returned to their table.
A while later Fynn returned, with the young man at his side who still looked apologetic.
“Gwil. It’s fine. It’s summer and you know there is that invention called washing machine. So nothing that can’t be fixed.”

So this was Gwil. Arvid mustered him as the two of them approached him. And yes, Fynn was right, the guy was attractive.

“Arvid? This is Gwil Pritchard. I think I’ve already talked about him. And this is Arvid Anderson, my boyfriend.”

For a few seconds Arvid thought about teasing his boyfriend about the frequency in which he talked about Gwil, but that would be embarrassing for the young man, so he decided against it. So he held out his hand: “Hi, nice to meet you, Gwil.”

“Hi. Nice to meet you, too, Mr Anderson.” Gwil said quietly. Arvid instantly liked the sound of his voice. Soft and rich. Almost like a silken caress on bare skin without being sexual. And his handshake held a decent strength which also said quite a bit about the man.

And he was polite. Any fan of Fynn would be ecstatic to meet him. He’d been through it a few times and he had hated the attention. But Gwil didn’t look like he’d freak out because he had met Fynn Ruiz’ ominous partner. Arvid nodded and held his hand out to the table. “Do you want to join us for a while? Fynn has been right, he has talked about you a few times and if I may be honest, I’m curious about you.”

“Er… thank you… I’d love to.” Gwil said and the two found their places around the table. At first they stuck to small talk. Arvid learned that Gwil was 20 had taken a year off after High School to earn money for university and was now studying art. And Gwil didn’t seem to like small talk, Arvid noted as his answers seemed a bit stiff. So when Gwil had revealed his major Arvid, who was also interested in art, deepened the topic away from superficial getting to know this person. And from there the conversation flowed more easily. From art to astrophysics to environment on earth to social issues. It was obvious that Gwil had not grown up as financially stable as he and Fynn. But that made his views even more interesting. Arvid had almost no contact with people outside his privileged circle so now he was curious about this other side. He would have much to think about after this evening.
None of them noticed how the time passed until two young girls - even younger than Gwil - approached them.

“Gwil… Mom has called. We’ve missed the time.”

Gwil looked at his phone and obviously suppressed a curse.

“Sorry, I’ve promised mom to get the girls home at midnight.”

A look on his phone told Arvid that it was almost half past twelve. Whoops.

“Shall I drive you? Then your mom doesn’t have to freak out too much longer.”

“That’s not necessary, we can get a taxi.”

“Or Arvid can drive you. I get tired, too.” Fynn said. “It’s really no problem.”

It took a few minutes to convince Gwil, his sister and her friend that it really was okay, so they left the bar.

“Wow…” Sonia, Gwil’s sister, said when she saw Arvid’s expensive car.

“Get in. Gwil, you need to navigate from the backseat. Fynn can’t sit in the back without getting sick. I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Of course.”

When they arrived Arvid’s guess that Gwil was from a less wealthy background was only confirmed and he was glad he had taken him and the girls home.

“Thank you for the ride and nice evening Fynn, Mr Anderson.” Gwil said when he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.

Arvid smiled and turned around to him. “It was very nice to meet you. But please, call me Arvid in the future.”

Gwil avoided his gaze but nodded “Thank you.”

“See you soon, Gwil.”

“Bye, Gwil!”

When the three young people vanished into the house Arvid noted that Sonia apparently teased her brother about something. It was nice to see. He envied it a bit.

“Sooo….” Fynn’s tone was lighthearted. “You share my opinion about him.”

Arvid felt his cheeks heat up. “Perhaps? He’s nice to be around.”

“I told you so! And he didn’t make any ruckus about meeting you!”

“I guess not. We should meet him again.”

“Yes. But don’t pay for everything. He has pride.”

Arvid nodded. He had figured that much.