#doctordapper

"[Oh dear, being a storyteller is a gift] he shrugged, smiling [nothing that some fantastic stories and a strong body couldn’t do.]"

Pairing: Jameson/Henrik (jjstein)

Word counting: 715

Mafia AU

“Listen, you need to sit— Gah-!” Bullets hit the wall, the shots echoing on the other side of the room. Henrik flips a table and covers the door, hoping that’ll hold for as long as he needs to. He then rushes back to were Jameson sat, him putting his gun away to take out his gloves. “Show me it. Now.”

Jameson briefly glared at the man, instead of listening to his command he just smacked his hand away. The boss checked his gun and how many bullets he had left though he found himself reloading it. “Get out of my way. That’s an order.” Jameson said through clenched teeth.

“I cannot do that, sir.” Henrik shot back. “You are bleeding heavily, I need to shut the wound! More importantly, I need to remove the bullet which I am sure its caught in your ribs.” The doctor doesn’t wait for permission from the mafia boss and begins to dispose of his blazer, his icy blues widening as soon as they land on the bright crimson splotch on his white shirt. He cursed under his breath now realizing how much time they had wasted. Henrik quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began cleaning out the blood as best as he could.

“Schneeplestein, get out of the way!”

The fire crackled softly against the fireplace, the bright flames emitting warmth throughout the living room. Though, it didn’t compare to the warmth the good doctor had to offer.

The dapper sighs with much contentment, snuggling closer to Henrik under the many blankets draped over them. “Do you still feel cold, my sweet?” The German accent whispers in worry, scarred hands pulling the vanilla bean blanket further up to cover his lover. However, Jameson does shake his head at the inquiry.

The stillness of the night brought peace. The snowy scenery seemed almost surreal, brought straight out of a fairytale. Each and every snowflake danced along the gentleness of the wind, falling with grace onto the perfectly white, snowy blanket on the ground.

The silence is interrupted when the crunch of snow resonates with two pairs of footsteps and delightful laughter. Two men walked side by side, both of them covered from head to toes in warmth clothes. The doctor wore a familiar mint green scarf to to keep him warm, a long tan coat over his frame to keep the heat from escaping and his head was safely tucked under a knitted hat. In his hands he carried warm drinks and baked good from his beloved favorite bakery, and right next to him Jameson walked, his arm linked around Henrik’s.

“{Are you sure you do not wish for me to help?}” The dapper asked for the tenth time, “{I wouldn’t want you falling—}”

“Correction, you would not want me tripping and dropping the baked goods.” Henrik teased before leaning down and placing a quick peck on Jameson’s forehead. Though, a pout was quick to find its way to Jameson’s face at the tease. He scoffs before bending down, collecting the cold snow in his hands. Before he could even realize what was happening, the dapper stands and aims right to the doctor’s head, throwing the snowball with much speed. A yelp resonated through the lonely night, followed by a string of curse words in a language he has yet to fully learn.

“Cold, Cold! Agh! The drinks!” Henrik yells as he tries to balance everything out, though is all in vain for the doctor falls scare on his butt, more snow making contact with his skin. Yet, the drinks and food remained intact.

Jameson on the other hand couldn’t stop chuckling, squeaking nonstop while he covered his mouth. He then makes his towards the annoyed doctor and leans down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“{Maybe you shouldn’t make jokes when I have so much ammunition around me.}” Jameson signs in a teasing manner. He then helps the doctor get up. The dapper leans up and places a few butterfly kisses to get rid of the annoyance in Henrik’s face, and then waves his hand. A Royal blue portal appears in front of them, the other side containing their very familiar living room.

“Jamie— I have told you to not use your powers, you know how draining—“ Henrik started with worry but was interrupted when Jameson took his hand.