Okay so this is going to be very interesting. I'm doing my own version of the Tumblr 30 day OTP challenge with little ficlets instead of pictures, well some of them will have pictures, but I'm not very good at drawing so most probably won't and that's why you lovelies will get to experience my PyroxHeavy mush too! So, without further ado...

Day 1: Holding Hands

I love Saturdays. On Saturdays I have all the free time in the world. I woke up on this particular Saturday with a stretch and a groan before turning to look at Mr. Pinky-Hooves' blank eyes. I smile at him before rolling out of bed to go retrieve a sketch pad and pencil. I crawl back into bed to begin my favorite morning activity of sketching The Adventures of Mr. Pinky-Hooves when I hear a raping on my door.

I check the clock on my desk. It's only 6:30am. No one gets up this early on days off but me. I sigh before pulling on my gas mask, gloves and bunny slippers to add to fuzzy red pajamas that I already don. Plodding over to the door seemed like it took forever. I opened the door and was greeted by the overly excited face of the Heavy Weapon's Guy.

"Oh, good, you are awake!" he pushed into the room with grin. "I brought breakfast! Thought we could spend day together!" the large man dropped rucksack onto my bed. The contents spilled out onto the rough military issue blanket. The metallic wrappers of the dozens of protein bars shined brightly with the over head light. I pulled off my mask on gloves to take a closer look at the packaging.

"'Ese have 60 g'ams of ca'bohyd'ates," I look up at him as he bites into his first one.

"Da, will make Leetle Fireman big and strong like Heavy," he smiles down at me as he talks with his mouth full. I stop myself from picking the crumbs off the floor and instead open one of the bars and take a bite. It's terrible. I swallow and then tuck the rest of the bar under my pillow when he's not looking.

"Get dressed and we go," he looked at me expectantly. Does he want me to change in front of him? Not happening. I'm staring at him with fisted hands on my hips. He gets the hint and turns away from my closet long enough for me to get dressed and then he's pulling me out the door.

It feels like we walk forever. It's only going on 7:30 but it's nearly 90° already and I'm burning up in my suit. We make it to the top of a ridiculous sand dune and Heavy drops his bag into the sand. He puts his hands on his hips and turns to me.

"Is perfect! Can see everything from here!" his voice booms across the empty space between us. I hurry to the top and plop, unceremoniously, down beside him and rip my mask from my face. My sweat drenched hair clings to my face in blond spikes and droplets of the salty liquid run uncomfortably down my spine.

I ignore my discomfort and look out over the scene stretched before me. You really can see everything from up here. All of Teufort is spread out below us. It seems so peaceful in the early morning light. Dmitri sits down beside me with a gentle sigh and takes my hand in his.

"Here, we are kings," he presses my hand to his lips.

We sit like this for a long time, hand in hand, on the hill. Teufort may not be a castle but it seems like a sanctuary with him.