AU — Andere Zeitepoche (Fürs Team)

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Challenge: AU - andere Zeitepoche

Team: Nimmerland

Fandom: Original: The Sun, The Moon and The Stars

Charas: Fynn, Arvid, Gwil

Wörter:

Sprache: Englisch

Anm: Ich schmeiß die 3 Jungs mal ins Rokoko, das ungefähr mit der frz Revolution endete.

“Ahh.. I want to see Gwil!” Fynn complained. “Why couldn’t we take him with us? He could have acted as our valet?”

“Honey… his mother is sick and his sister very pregnant. His mind would not feel at ease here so far away from his family.” Marquis Arvid and Marquéz Fynn - they had met at the king’s wedding as children and formed a tight bond over the past almost twenty years which had only tightened when they grew from children into men - spent the hot summer months at Arvid’s summer residency at the French Mediterranean coast. 

Fynn was happy that he could leave his family back in Spain for a while to spend some time with the man he loved almost all his life. But for his complete happiness the second man who had found his way into his heart was missing. Of course it was nice to walk along the shore with Arvid and spend much leisure time together, but someone was missing. He sighed deeply. “You are right. As always… I just miss him.” 

It had been mere chance that they had met Gwil, son of a smith’s family from Wales who worked for an artist in Paris and aspired to earn his living with arts as well. His mother and sister even followed him to France but life was tough for them. Money was always tight. Gwil often considered throwing away his artful aspirations to earn more, especially after his sister’s pregnancy and the child’s father’s sudden death. 

Of course Fynn and Arvid had taken it on themselves to support the struggling family as far as they allowed them but of course they had pride and Gwil had made sure from the beginning that he wasn’t getting involved with the two aristocrats for money or pity. But they didn’t pity Gwil, Fynn adored the younger man for his caring nature. And he knew for sure that Arvid also was drawn to him for his own reasons. It was a delight to watch Gwil and Arvid together engaged in deep conversation Fynn only understood half of.

“I guess since he can’t be here, you will have to come to Paris with me to see him. And now let’s get ready for the ball.” Arvid was already clad in the usual white stockings, beige knee length breeches, a dark blue velvet waistcoat and an overcoat in the same color. He had freshly powdered his hair but didn’t wear the typical white wig. Fynn took his wig; his breeches were black, the waistcoat orange and the coat red. As always Fynn took care of binding Arvid’s jabot as well as his own.

It was a nice party thrown by the local Duke. Fynn and Arvid had fun dancing with each other and a few high ladies who demanded attention from the two young men.

It wasn’t until one of the servants - masked as the Duke demanded from his underlings - approached them. A tall man clad in the colors of the Duke approached them with drinks. 

Fynn stared at him. He knew the man’s posture! But… It was impossible? He was in Paris right?

“May I offer you gentlemen a drink?” the servant asked and Fynn continued to stare at him dumbfounded. Arvid at his side took the drinks from the servant’s tablet and offered Fynn one of the fragile glasses. “Thank you. I’m happy to see you. I hoped you could make it.”

“Thank you for the opportunity, Milord,” the servant said with a gallant bow.

“Could you show the Duke your paintings?” Arvid continued. They probably didn’t have much time until the servant was called away again.

“Yes. He said he’d like to hire me, but after tonight I’d need a place to sleep.”

Arvid smirked. “I think that can be arranged.”

Fynn turned his attention to his partner. “Wait? What? What does this mean?”

Arvid laughed and hugged Fynn. “Duke Clément asked me if I knew a good artist to paint a portrait of his niece for her wedding. And I thought it would help Gwil get on with his art. Clément agreed to meet him, so here he is.”

“You… bastard! You knew we would meet him?”

Arvid laughed. “Surprise!”

“Milord Arvid… That was mean of you,” Gwil said quietly trying his best to keep the impression of just being a servant. 

“Fynn is often enough mean to me, so it’s only fair of me to amuse myself. How’s your family?”

“They’re fine. My mother is much better. And with tonight’s money I can provide for them for at least the next month. Even with the little one.”

“That’s good to hear.” Arvid’s expression was soft as always when he looked at Gwil.

“The little one is already here?” Fynn asked excitedly. 

“Yes Michel was a little early. But Sonia told me to come here. She said she couldn’t bear seeing me mope about you not being in the city.”

“That sounds like her. Then join us. I hope you can dance with us later?”

“Later. I still have work to do. Really Arvid, Thank you!”

“You’re more than welcome. We missed you, you know, so I was a tiny bit selfish by organizing this.”

Gwil laughed, bowed in front of the aristocrats as was obligatory for one of his rank and returned to his work.

“I didn’t expect Clément to allow him to stay elsewhere.” Arvid said and looked very content with himself.

“I can’t believe you did this!” Fynn said.

“I did. So I hope you don’t mind sharing the bed with two people for a while.”

“As if. Come, let’s get out of here. Too many people and I really need to kiss you!”