Tame Me: Prucan

Seven

Selkie!Ludwig watching Feli for kittykatz67 I've never put that much work into a drawing before but you're my child so it was worth it.

"Why are you so concerned about your clothes? It's not like he's gonna see you. It'll be dark." Peter bounced lightly on the bed as Matthew sorted through his endless collection of sweaters for something worth wearing.
"Well...flashlights..."
"It's not like he's gonna care."
The Canadian had told everything to his younger brother. Normally Al would be the one who gave him this kind of advice, like in elementary school when he was crushing on that Russian kid, Ivan. But right then, Peter was the only one he had.
"Well...I dunno..."
"It's not like you're actually dating him. He's a Selkie. Do they even date?"
"He said..."
"It was a figure of speech. Chill out bro."
Matthew dropped onto the bed, groaning in frustration. He didn't have any good clothes with him. It wasn't like he expected to run into a cute guy on this trip. What a disaster.
"Hey, don't worry about it. He's already seen you in those dumb maple leaf pyjama pants so what could go wrong?"
Matthew sat up and glared at Peter. "THEY'RE NOT DUMB!"
Peter laughed. "Yes they are."
"Boys. Stop fighting." Arthur poked his head into their room, his mom frown plastered over his face. "And clean up this mess."
"Sorry dad." Matthew muttered, trying to shove all his sweaters back in his bag.
"Thank you." Arthur headed back downstairs where Alister could be heard singing and stomping around loudly.
"Remember to keep a pencil under the window when you close it tonight so I can get back in." Matthew reminded Peter.
"I will. But if I freeze to death just because you want to whore around I'm totally telling dad...and papa."
"No. Don't tell papa. He'll pry and probably try to embarrass me."
"Then be quick with your little date."
"I will. I promise. And then tomorrow we can build a sandcastle and I'll make you bacon and eggs for breakfast as thanks. Deal?"
"Deal!" Peter hugged Matthew tightly. "And I think you should go with the red sweater and the white jeans. Just my opinion as an innocent twelve-year-old."
"Thanks bro."
"No problem."

A few hours later, as night settled in, Matthew slipped out the bedroom window, climbed down the tree conveniently placed outside, and ran off down the beach to the spot where he met Gilbert.
The boy was already waiting for him, propane lantern on one side of him and a basket on the other.
"What's this?" Matthew sat down, taking the time to admire the stone necklace the Selkie boy had around his neck. Had that been there before?
"Just food."
"Is it fish?"
"Just because I'm half seal doesn't mean I don't eat human food." Gilbert rolled his Crimson eyes.
"Okay...what kinda food then?"
"Wurst."
"Wurst?"
"Ja. Isht-"
"I know what it is. I'm just wondering why you chose it."
"Because isht zhe only human food I've tried."
Matthew gagged. "So you do eat raw fish."
"Ja. So?"
"That's disgusting."
"Yeah, vell, vhat do jou eat, normally?"
"Pancakes, poutine, and donairs." Matthew recited. Pancakes for breakfast. Poutine for supper. Donairs for lunch. If Francis would let him, he would have only eaten those three things alone.
"Pancakes? I've heard of zhem. Are zhey good?"
"No. There more than good. They're a miracle. It's like eating something cooked by angels."
"Angels aren't really zhat good at cooking..." Gilbert trailed off.
"What?"
"Vhat? I didn't say anyzhing."
"You did. You said angels can't cook well."
"How vould I know? Isht not like angels actually exist or anyzhing...."
"Why so defensive?"
"Anyvay, Mattie, could jou make me some sometime?"
"Pancakes? Yeah."
"Awesome!" Gil cheered.
"I'm making some for my little brother tomorrow morning. I can put on another batch for you if you want...?"
"Ja! Danke!"
"Danke? What is that? German?"
"Ja. I am German...vell Prussian." Gilbert boasted.
Matthew giggled. "I thought Selkies were a Scottish legend."
"Zhey are. But just because zhe scots found us first, doesn't mean ve don't exist in ozher parts of the vorld."
"There are more of you? Are they near here? Can I meet them?"
"Slow down, Birdie. Zhey're a bit cautious of humans." Gilbert held up his hands.
"Did you just call me birdie?"
"Ja. Jou look like zhe little baby birds zhat play around zhe cliffs."
Matthew turned his head away so he could smile and blush in peace.
"Mont dieu." He whispered to himself.
"Vhat language vas zhat?"
"French."
"Awww! Jou speak French. I bet zhat gets jou tons of action vizh zhe ladies." Gilbert smirked and Matthew blushed again.
"Actually...I'm gay."
"Gay? Vhat's zhat?"
Matthew was surprised. How could somebody not know what gay is?
Oh yeah.
Not human.
Although scientists have proven that...
"Matt?"
"Oh sorry. It means I only want to date and have sex with boys."
"My kind doesn't have a concept like zhat. Ve marry according to our parents vishes und have sex wizh whoever ve vant."
"Outside your marriages?"
"Ja. As long as our partners approve..." The propane lamp dimmed and Gilbert twisted the dial to lengthen the wick.
"So...are you married?"
"Almost. Mein fazher vants me to marry zhis girl from zhe sun clan. But I kinda vant to be single for a bit longer, jou know?"
"I do." He didn't.
"Vell...I better get going before vatti notices I'm gone. See jou tomorrow!" Gil stood, taking the lantern with him. Matthew stood too.
"Bye." His hands twisted awkwardly around themselves, not sure what to do. But that was until Gilbert took one in his own and pressed it too his lips, kissing it before turning around and hightailing it out of there in an instant.
Matthew headed back to his uncle's place with a dorky smile set into his mouth.

As I'm writing this its January 1st. Like, I'm 7 days ahead in this thing. I have the freedom to take an entire week off from writing this thing and you guys won't be effected in the least. Isn't that wonderful?
(I'm not gonna take a week off btw. This thing is addictive)
-Shick