Fairytales (Neison) | DISCONTINUED

Chapter Nine

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"I'll hand you over to Dol- I mean, my Duke for the time being," Prince Charming told them, looking at something over their shoulder. The three turned around to see a very familiar German boy. There was the sound of a door closing behind them, but they ignored it.

"Gutentag," the duke purred with a slight bow. "I'll be assisting you vhile you're here. Goodplay has explained me situation to me, and I'm honored to serve you."

The boys exchanged a glance. Royalty treatment? Sign them up!

"Thanks, Dolph," Neil murmured politely. The servant's eyes widened for a second, probably surprised they knew his name. He quickly recovered and cleared his throat. "Please, just call me Duke."

He motioned for them to follow and led them down the hall. They enter the last door on the left, which was a huge, comfy living room. Three red couches surrounded a coffee table, and there was a flat screen television mounted on the wall. "Woah," Harrison breathed.

"This is surprisingly modern," the brunet commented, admiring the room. Tink's bell-like laughter filled the room. "It's 2017, silly!"

"Wait, so this is in modern times?" The magician asked, surprised. The two fairytale characters looked between each other. "Yes...?"

Neil sighed in relief and plopped down on one of the couches. "Thank god it is. It feels a little like home now."

The strawberry blond held in agreement, taking a seat next to him. The fairy did the same, laying on a different couch.

"Just ring ze bell vhenever you need me," Dolph instructed. "Vatch vhatever you vant, help yourself to some refreshments, vhatever makes you comfortable."

They nodded and watched the duke leave. Harrison yawned and laid back, resting his head in Neil's lap. The scientist made a face at him. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, y'know... Laying with a cutie," he said sweetly, reaching up to boop the other's nose. A blush appeared on his crush's face.

He laughed softly. "So..." he began. "It's obvious you like me..."

"I never said that."

"Actions speak louder than words darling."

"Don't you 'darling' me."

"Anyway, you like me, I like you, so-"

"Wait, you like me?" Neil asked, locking eyes with him. Harrison bit the inside of his cheek, his face growing hot. "Yeah..." he mumbled quietly. The physicist's blue eyes widened and he was about to say something when someone barged in.

"Sorry for the wait," Preston sighed, adjusting his tie and patting down his hair. Tink frowned at him. "Aw, you interrupted a cute gay moment."

He audibly gasped. "I did? Whoops..." He stepped back twice so that he was standing in the hallway. "Carry on, pretend nothing happened."

He rolled his eyes and looked back down at the illusionist. "Go on."

"So... Wanna be my date to the ball?"

Neil felt the blood rush to his cheeks and watched Harrison smirk. "Um..." He looked up and met eyes with the fairy. Her eyes were wide and hopeful. She gave him a small nod and his gaze returned to the boy in his lap. "S... Sure."

There was a squeal from the doorway as the prince walked back inside. "That was the cutest shit ever!" he cooed, clutching his chest. Tink grinned and started clapping. "Woo!"

They rolled their eyes and ignored the fictional characters. "Shut up," the scholar muttered, his blush grower darker.

Charming just giggled. "Anywho, the ball starts in thirty minutes, so..." He sat down on the same couch as Tink, his legs crossed and his eyes sparkling. "Tell me more about this 'Maxwella'..."