Shipping and Ripping with Alyx, Claire and Tori

Octavian x Paddington Bear

Paddington knew it was a bad idea. An innocent bear like him, with a bear abuser as harsh as Octavian... It would never work. But he was so handsome... Paddington couldn't tear his eyes away. His icy eyes, his floppy hair. The wicked daggers strapped to his belt, and the stuffing up his sleeves.

The way he wore that toga...

Paddington winced as a harsh voice yelled at him to get a move on, and he carefully inched up the ladder and continued to wash the windows. Soap water splashed down the glass, obscuring his view of the rooms inside, and allowing to pretend that it was him on the other side of that window, rapping loudly and yelling at him not to come back. Paddington dropped the sponge back into the bucket and started drying the window, still daydreaming. Being in New Rome, being so close to him.... it reminded him of the first time they'd met.

Paddington had been working as a cleaner in a large toy shop chain at the time. He'd been busy mopping the floor in the stuffed toy aisle when a young man flanked by tall armed guards stride into the shop, pushing through the crowd of waist-high children with a sneer. Paddington was immediately struck by the boy's beauty, the way the sharp lines of his face drew attention to him, the way his angular chin seemed elevated, the way he held himself that showed he was better than all of them, that he was superior.

The pale boy strode straight past the dumbfounded shopkeepers and towards the aisle where Paddington was stood staring. At first the bear thought that they were there for him, because he was in trouble - that usually seemed to be the case - but they breezed right past him and headed towards the shelves.

Paddington, who was in shock, could do nothing but turn around where he stood, his padded feet squeaking on the wet floor. He couldn't take the eyes off the boy as he gave a brisk order in another language, then leant sullenly against the shelves as his companions swept all the stuffed toys into the sacks they carried with them.

One of the guards reached for the Talking Ted the Toddler Time Toy! (TM), and the blond boy's face twisted with rage. "Not the talking ones, you idiot!" He snarled, snatching the toy away and slapping the guard.

It was official. Paddington was in deep.