all the things we've done.

iii. michryan

content warning: profanities

iii. michryan

"ryan, what are you doing?"

the brunette froze immediately when he hears his husband's icy voice, turning his head slowly with a nervous smile on his face. it blends well with the snow falling around them, but it wasn't a tone he wanted to hear. he chuckles awkwardly, stepping back from michael's frightening stature.

"uh, hi there elis! beautiful weather, isn't it?" he rambles, accidentally backing himself up against a tree. great, now he couldn't escape from the raven. seeing michael's soft side everyday, it made him forget just how scary he is when he's angry. especially when it involves the item he 'borrowed' from him, the thing he's trying to hide behind his back. he knows it was futile to keep avoiding the problem, but he wasn't ready to face michael's wrath.

"cut the bullcrap, why the fuck do you have my camera? and why didn't you tell me?" michael demands, causing ryan to flinch and press himself against the rough bark, biting back a whimper from escaping his mouth. they were roughly the same size, but michael had this...aura around him that just made him a little scarier than the brunette.

so he forces himself to swallow and answer the raven, instead of dragging it out. "i just wanted to take some pictures, dude! there was a beautiful bird in our backyard, and i wanted to ask you first, but you weren't home! so i just took your camera before the bird could fly away..." he trails off, voice getting quieter as michael's eyes narrowed. he tries to appease him by pulling off his puppy-eyes look, the frown on the raven's mouth twitching slightly.

a few tense moments passed, before michael sighs and reluctantly gives up. he couldn't stay mad at the older man for long, he was too sweet for his own good. "fine, but don't do that again, okay?" he received a quick nod, holding his hand out in a silent plea for the camera, the brunette taking it off his neck and giving it back to its rightful owner.

michael thinks he at least deserves to see what ryan's photo looks like, eyebrows raised when he saw the result. it was good, for someone who only does it for fun. he looks up, grinning slightly and catching ryan's attention. "it's cool. you're not a stupid meatball idiot like i thought you were." the joke was enough to lighten the atmosphere, the older man laughing as he playfully hit michael's arm. "knock it off, what problem do you have against meatballs? my business is what pays the house!"

michael simply rolled his eyes, and nothing else was said between the two, sitting on the picnic table with ryan's arm wound around the younger's shoulder, peering at the photos the photographer took in the past few days. as they both looked through michael's work, an idea popped into ryan's mind, grinning as he gently grabbed the raven's hand.

"hey, mind if we take a selfie?" he starts, causing the younger to look at him in confusion, nodding his head slowly. "sure, i suppose. why not?" the request came out of the blue, but he didn't mind. he bit his tongue to stop himself from bitching again when ryan pried his fingers off the camera, taking it into his own hand and lifting it up to a perfect angle. he leans closer, shoulders pressed together. michael smiled at the camera, but ryan had other plans.

"hey, elis." "hm?" ryan used his other hand to cradle michael's neck, turning his head and leaning upwards to press his lips against the younger's, eyes closed. michael froze in surprise at first, but soon melted into the kiss and returns it with the same amount of affection. there was no heat and rush to the kiss. it was slow and gentle, and michael could feel butterflies erupt in his stomach.

but most of all, it felt perfect.

snap!

the next day, ryan found the photo framed and placed on the nightstand besides their bed.

fin.

michaelis blanc: candified_

ryan k. blanc: magicalguiden