Anonymous said: Prompt: Some ErikxMagda fluff :D

[[HEADCANON ALL OF THE THINGS.]]

“You know, you could make this place a tourist attraction.”

“Oh?  How is that?”

“It’s the only place on Earth you can see the most beautiful girl in the world.”

A nearly patented smile from the boy who spoke the words was directed just slightly above him, aimed at the young woman sitting on the counter.  She laughed and pushed his face away playfully, still embodying the shy characteristics he fell for from the start.

Finally they’d found a place to call home.  Somewhere they were comfortable, even when their neighbors knew what they were.  Well, they knew what Magda was, and what Max—Erik, was pretending to be.  And still they welcomed the pair, inviting them to be a part of the small farming community in the south of Russia.  

Especially the older-middle-aged couple that owned the local beer bar.  Magda had secured a waitressing job with them only a year ago, and already they were treated as old friends.  Family, even.  

Which is why Erik could get away with hanging around before opening, pestering Magda before he had to go to his own job working for one of the larger farms up the road.  Because, to them, it was no more bother than spending time with loved ones.  And Erik was even so lucky as to receive commentary, such as—

“You come in here, charm my waitress, but give no love for Jaska, ah?”  The hunkering man cleaning glasses toward the end of the bar raised a fuzzy eyebrow to the pair, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.  ”I see how you are, Lehnsherr.”

Immediately, the younger of the two men responded in a melodramatic tone, removing one of his arms from his companion’s waist to remove his hat in overly-evident distress.

“You’re right, dear Jaska.  How can I dare compare another to beauty like yours?”  A dramatic sigh, and he leaned onto Magda’s shoulder, his expression now one of flat grief.  ”If only I’d met you first.”

A stout laugh from behind a tangled beard told Erik he’d done something right.  He smiled in response, looking back up at a giggling Magda.  Before they’d come here it was so rare to see her smile, now she laughed every day.  She’d taken longer to heal than he did, if only because he distracted himself with her protection for so long, until recently he couldn’t allow himself to falter in stride for her sake.  But, as they’d become closer, she’d been exposed to Max’s weaknesses and, to his surprise, welcomed him to confide in her as she did him.

Needless to say, it came as a blessing.

She leaned down and offered him a small kiss through her laughter, just as Katja, the other half of the ownership, walked out of the kitchen.

“Remember when you used to be sweet, Jaska?”  She asked, looking  at the couple momentarily before moving to give a fresh rag to her husband.

“Do you?”

“No, that is why I ask you.”  She smriked, smacking him with the cloth.  ”And you,” The shorter woman turned to Erik, who had gotten his rather nice smooch broken due to Magda wanting to see the fuss.

“Hm?”

“You be good to her.”

“Alright.”

She eyed him for a minute.  

“And not in the way like Jaska tells you when I am not looking.”

Erik couldn’t stop himself from laughing on that particular note, and  Jaska was inclined to agree with that reaction.  Katja was not far behind.  It was only Magda who hid her blushing face in her hands, while her not-quite-lover snickered at what was half her expense.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She said through parted fingers, evidently trying not to join in their laughing.

“What?”  Max—Erik asked, still smiling from the miniature, shared fit.  

“Gosponin Alik?”  She reminded him of his employer’s name.

“Ah! Right.”  He straightened up and looked at the old clock on the other side of the room.  She was very, very right.

“I’ll see you all tonight then, ja?”  He quickly replaced his hat and  giving a wave to Jaska and Katja before heading for the door, stopping, turning around, speeding back to Magda for a kiss goodbye, one more wave, one more kiss, and finally, successfully, zipping out the door.

Leaving the three of them to watch the odd course of events, as quickly as the took place.

“He is a good boy.”  Katja said finally.  ”Will you keep him?”

Magda smiled to herself, keeping her eyes on the door.  ”I hope so.”

“If you don’t want him, I will take him.”

“Jaska.”

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