How about Yuri and Estelle having a snowball fight?
//SLAMS FISTS// I AM SO HERE FOR THIS GOODNESS
Estelle’s the one who started it, Yuri will insist later, as both of them clamber frantically to the fireplace for warmth and Judith and Karol chide them for goofing around in the cold for so long. Estelle won’t argue that, because she did, but she’ll also point out that if she hadn’t started it Yuri would have, and he won’t argue that either.
But Estelle is the one who starts it.
Estelle is the one who first succumbs to impish temptation, setting down her shovel in favor of picking up some snow, which she silently packs between her gloved hands. She glances towards Yuri, who stands a little ways away, slumped over his own shovel as they both take a quick break from their chore. They’re almost done, the headquarters’ entryway is almost entirely cleared of snow, but the work has been as tiring as it is boring—and when boredom strikes, the mind tends to turn to mischief.
Estelle blames Yuri for rubbing that off on her.
Once the snow in her hands is compact, Estelle sizes up her target and bites back a giggle as she lets her ammo fly. Her aim is true, and the snowball hits smack dab in the back of Yuri’s head, splattering pure white against the dark of his hair. Yuri visibly freezes up, and Estelle watches in anticipation as his arm reaches back to touch the area.
Slowly, very slowly, he turns around.
Estelle doesn’t even try to play innocent, bursting out laughing the instant their gazes meet. Yuri gapes at her for only a few seconds before a smirk splits across his face and his shovel hits the pavement.
“Oh, it is on, princess!”
Yuri ducks down so fast that before Estelle is even aware of it, the snowball is already formed in his hands. His arm rears back and Estelle shrieks, scrambling to the side to dodge, only barely avoiding the hit as the projectile whizzes by her shoulder. She tries to scoop up her own snow to fight back but Yuri’s faster, striking her in the side with impeccable aim, and the next snowball Estelle lobs in his direction doesn’t even get close to him, Yuri cackling as he evades and lands one right in her chest.
Estelle is thoroughly outmatched, she realizes quickly, which admittedly she probably should have considered before she challenged him. Yuri is capable of expertly throwing pebbles at pursuing knights from great distances; of course a snowball fight would be right up his alley. In a long-range match like this, she stands zero chance.
Okay then. Change of plans.
Estelle takes one more hit to the chest before dropping her own ammunition and opting instead to just run, and another snowball manages to get her square in the back before she ducks for cover behind a snow-covered decorative hedge. The reprieve won’t last long, but at least it buys her some time to catch her breath. Footfall soon resounds from the other side of the bush, indicating Yuri’s approach, and Estelle tenses up, readying herself.
“You can’t hide, Estelle,” Yuri laughs, stepping around the bush. He smirks down at her, snowball in hand, arm poised to strike—
Estelle pounces straight at him, sending them both down to the ground, and she lets a victorious grin split her face when Yuri yelps in surprise and his weaponry crumbles in his hand. Straddling his hips between her legs, Estelle snatches each of his wrists with one of her mitten-covered hands and pins them down into the snow.
“I wasn’t trying to,” Estelle taunts back, reveling in the success of her plan to bait him into tackling distance. This way, she at least has a chance—her upper body strength is an easy match for his and she’s more than capable of subduing him if it’s in a close-combat wrestling brawl.
Yuri glares up at her, his arms straining against hers in a futile attempt to get them free, then abruptly twists his hips beneath her, flipping them both over. He grapples with her in the snow, laughingly trying to push her own hands down, and Estelle squeals, batting him away until she manages to roll them both over again so that she’s back on top.
Yuri’s hands are free now, though, and before Estelle can even think of grabbing them again, Yuri tosses her a wicked grin and shoves snow right into her face. Estelle immediately sputters on the wet and cold, instinctively reaching up to wipe at her face, and by the time she realizes her mistake, it’s too late. The next thing she knows, she’s on her back on the ground, Yuri’s dark eyes sparkling vindictively as he looms over her.
He shoots his hands underneath her coat, his gloves still covered in snow, and Estelle gasps when cold slush starts seeping through her shirt, clinging wet to her skin. Yuri just chuckles and starts running his hands all over her stomach, purposely rubbing the snow in to make it worse. Estelle frantically thrashes and pounds her fists against him, shrieking in protest because that’s freezing and it tickles and Yuri is so so horribly mean—!
“Give up yet?” Yuri snickers, high and mighty—and Estelle nods instantly in surrender.
“You win, you win!”
That’s enough, thankfully, and Estelle gasps breathlessly as Yuri mercifully pulls his hands out. Once she has some oxygen as well as her composure back, Estelle huffs, miffed, and delivers a halfhearted smack to Yuri’s shoulder. This only seems to amuse him, as his smirk spreads wider.
“That was dirty,” Estelle complains. “Going for the face.”
“Hey, you started it,” Yuri fires back, victorious and smug. “And you were the one who wanted to get up close and personal.” It’s all true, too, so Estelle can’t do anything more than pout in defeat and sink back even deeper into the snow, shivering as she crosses her arms. She’s definitely going to need to change clothes after this—her shirt is now thoroughly soaked beneath her coat, and in their tussle, the confines of her boots came free, so now even her socks feel wet too.
But when Estelle meets Yuri’s gaze again, his face is flushed red and his arrogant smirk has softened into a gentle smile, one that gets butterflies fluttering in her stomach and warmth blooming in her chest. Yuri bends down, his face inching closer as if to kiss her, and Estelle licks her lips. At the side, her hand dips down and clenches around some snow, and for a moment, she runs over the pros and cons in her head, debates whether or not she should shove this in his face and get him back for earlier—
“Don’t you start that again,” Yuri warns, eying her hand carefully, pointedly. Estelle giggles sheepishly at having been caught before letting the snowball crumble harmlessly past her fingers and curling her arms around his neck. She tugs him close, lightly touching her nose to his, feeling the warmth of his breath linger in the cold distance between their mouths.
“Like I said,” Estelle murmurs, her lips brushing against his. “You win.”
@actualanakinskywalker I’m your secret santa~! Here’s the DamiMaps story!
Glossary
Kharitat Alkunz - Treasure Maps
Habibi - Beloved
Uthki - Little Sister
Fratello - Brother
Ghaliti - My Precious
I hope you have a Merry Christmas!
Damian had no idea where his girlfriend was. He’d looked all over their apartment but had yet to find her. “I swear Mia this isn’t funny!” He called out hoping using her real name would get her to come out. No such luck it would seem. He did a second sweep of the apartment trying to see if she left a note that he missed saying she was out. Well he found a note but not one that told her whereabouts.
“Dear Dami, Bet you’re wondering where I am huh? Let’s just say I’ve arranged a little treasure hunt for the big bad Bat. See if you can find me? First clue. ‘I am old and just. Sin and Charity go hand and hand where I stand.’ Good luck.” Damian blinked and reread the note, “Old and just? Sin and charity? Wait…the Old Solomon Wayne Courthouse? Why would she be there?” He muttered as he grabbed his coat and got titus on his leash might as well take the old dog for his walk while he’s out.
Once Damian and Titus had gotten to Crime Alley they headed for the old courthouse named for Damian’s Great-Great Grandfather Judge Solomon Wayne. Walking down the street Damian kept an eye out for trouble out of habit. “Nothing. Yet…though what is she thinking doing this?” He thought to himself as they came to a stop in front of the old and boarded up courthouse.
“Of course. She would leave a message in a place that’s abandoned and boarded up thereby making it illegal…Habibi you are something.” He says shaking his head. Titus whines a bit and points at a small envelope tucked into the plaque on the courthouse wall by the doors. Petting his head Damian walks up and picks up the letter.
“Hey! You found the second clue dami! I’m so proud of you! Now for your next clue! 'I have seen Death and Birth. Millions of lives have passed through my doors. I was here at the end and the beginning.' Good luck!" Damian smirked as he read the letter and tucked it into his coat pocket, “Looks like we’re heading for Tim's place titus.” He said as he scratched behind the Danes ears and set off.
As soon as they got to the Monarch Theater Damian headed past the entrance and down the alleyway. “The death of the Wayne’s. And the birth of the Batman.” Damian said as he looked down at the ground. Titus laid down by his feet resting as Damian started to look for the next clue from Maps.
He found it tucked away by the drainpipe on the side of the building and took out the letter, “Another one bites the dust! Now this one’s a little more risqué Damian. ‘Theft and Sex go hand in claw with her. But she always knew her reds.’ So…what do you think? Ready to call it a night Batman?” Damian choked on air reading that last bit. “MIA WHAT THE HELL!?” He yelled glad he was alone with his dog. “You don’t put my damn secret identity on paper like this!”
Titus looked up at his master who was pacing as he debated if his mother-in-law was in on this. “No…she wouldn’t…would she? Why though…why would Selina help her?” Damian muttered to himself before kneeling down to pet Titus, “What do you think buddy?” He asked the dog who in turn decided to give him kisses instead of an answer. “Haha! Titus no! Not now!” Grinning Damian got up holding Titus’ leash, “Ok let’s go see what Habibi has planned.”
Meanwhile Maps was back at the apartment trying to get everything ready. “Ok candles check, rose petals check…I think I have everything I need. Now I just need to get changed and wait for him to get home. Wonder how he likes my riddles?” She said to herself as she headed back into the bedroom.
Damian made his way to Selina’s townhouse with Titus, “Ok just be calm if anything Mia had to watch Helena for a bit that’s all. Wait…Helena’s in college…cat sitting? Maybe.” He stopped outside the front of the building looking at the steps seeing a couple cats. Titus went forward tugging the leash as he nuzzled some of the cats who mewled and nudged him back.
“You know Alfred gets jealous if he smells other cats on you big goof.” Damian commented as he knocked on the door and waited for Selina to answer, what he got? Was his very harried younger sister. “Uthki?” He said looking at his sister Helena’s shoulder brace peeking through her tank top and sweats, “Hey Damian…yes I’m fine. No you do not have to hunt down the bastard who fucked my shoulder up again.” Helena said before she hugged him careful of her left shoulder.
Titus looked up and nudged his way into the hug chuffing as he got his pets. “C’mon in. Maps was here a little while ago and asked me to hold on to something for you.” Helena said as she led them into the Kyle home. “A letter I take it? She’s had me on this riddle filled treasure hunt. I’m still surprised she hasn’t BECOME the Riddler.”
Helena laughed at that “So instead of BatCat it’d be BatRiddle? Oh god!” She said grinning, “Says the girl who’s trying to decide between Batgirl, Powergirl and Speedy?” At that Helena blushed as red as Titus’ collar. “Shut up fratello! It’s not my fault they’re all hot!” Damian smiled as Helena sat back down on the couch with her laptop and law books. “Forgive me uthki but I couldn’t resist. You poke fun at me?” Helena replied rolling her eyes.
Titus laid down on the floor as Helena got the letter for Damian, “So what’s it say?” She asked sitting back down. Damian opened the letter and pulled out the card from inside the envelope. “Hey Damian! You got the last clue! You’ve done amazingly! Now for your final clue! ‘Home is where many wait. Love and Hate can breed there. Not with you though my dear Rogue.’
Helena blinked and looked at Damian “So…rogue class? Not paladin?” Damian shrugged and put the letter back in the envelope. “Heading home then I take it? She’s probably waiting with a big surprise for you.” Helena said stretching her shoulders carefully. “I will…and take your pain meds. Ok? Or I’ll call Queen and tell him to come by and babysit you.” Damian replied ruffling her hair.
“Shut up! I took them before Maps came here!” She said trying to fix her hair. Damian kissed her cheek and pet Titus the dog having fallen asleep, “C’mon boy it’s time to go home.” Titus whined but got off the couch and stretched out before holding his neck out for Damian to reattach his leash to his collar.
“Good boy.” Titus wagged his tail at the praise before standing and licking Damian's cheek before getting down. Helena hugged Damian one last time for the evening, “Be safe getting home Dami.” He hugged her back being careful of her shoulder, “I will sis. Take care of yourself.” With that he and titus left the Kyle Residence and headed back home to their apartment where Maps was waiting.
Maps looked around the bedroom at the freshly made bed, “Ok that’s done...NO ALFRED!” “Meow!” Alfred the cat meowed as he took over Damian’s pillow. Maps sighed as the cat decided to doze off. “Yeah…should have seen that one coming. Cats…what can you do?” She muttered as she moved the pillow to another room and set up one of the spares on the bed.
“There. Now…where’d I put that set of lingerie…” she said as she looked through her drawers for the simple cream colored bra and panties she was planning to wear when Damian got home from her little treasure hunt of sorts. Once she found what she was looking for she changed into the garments and put her signature flower in her hair. “Ok you can do this maps. Just try not to trip over Alfred or one of Titus’ toys and your good.”
Damian unlocked the door of the apartment letting titus in first before stepping in and locking the door behind him. “Habibi? I’m home. I found your clues.” He said looking around for his girlfriend. Maps tried to keep from biting her lip and ruining her lipstick before she walked out in her lingerie. “Hey handsome.” Damian looked up and he’s pretty sure his jaw dropped.
“Ha..habibi? You…you look gorgeous.” Damian said staring at her petite form, how her makeup was soft and natural not hiding her freckles, how she quiet honestly? Looked like an angel to him. “I do? It’s not too plain?” She replied her fingers twisting together for once not covered in smudges of ink or graphite from drawing up her maps or D&D character sheets.
Damian unhooked Titus’ leash, set it on the hook by the door and walked over to maps picking her up and kissing her deeply. Maps moaned softly in loss as he broke the kiss, “You are anything but plain ghaliti. “ He said making her giggle. “Don’t go turning into golum on me Damian.” Maps said pecking his cheek. “Ghaliti I swear to you I would never.” He replied kissing her again smiling into her lips as she felt her hands grasp at his short hair.
This time she broke the kiss with a small pout, “I miss when it was longer. It was all floofy.” Damian laughed and set her down and took his shoes and coat off setting them aside. “I was 13 when it was longer.” She smirked at that, “I know. Seems you like older women.” Damian laughed again scooping her up in his arms bridal style. “You’re only a year older Habibi.” He said as he carried her off into their bedroom to show her how much he truly loved her.
