Unwritten Fate [BL]-Chapter 58: Spoiled and Loved

The afternoon sun spilled warm golden light through the windows, casting a soft haze over the quiet house. The silence between them was easy, comforting — until a sudden, loud grrrowl broke it.

Billy turned his head sharply toward Artur, who sat sprawled lazily on the couch, a hand pressed over his stomach in mild embarrassment.

Billy blinked at him once, then smirked.

"Well, someone's hungry."

Artur shrugged defensively.

"Not my fault you wore me out today," he grumbled, stretching his legs out even further, as if that would hide the very obvious rumble of his stomach.

Billy chuckled softly, tossing the dish rag over his shoulder.

"Fine, I'll cook something," he said, pushing off the counter with an easy grace. "You just sit there and look pretty."

Artur's lips curved into a slow, teasing smile.

"I can do that."

True to his word, Artur didn't lift a finger to help.

Instead, he settled deeper into the couch, arms folded behind his head, watching Billy move around the kitchen with clear admiration — and not the slightest bit of shame.

Billy grabbed ingredients with practiced ease, humming under his breath, used to the rhythm of the kitchen.

He barely glanced up until he felt Artur's gaze heavy on him.

He turned, finding Artur still lounging there, his eyes bright with mischief.

"What?" Billy asked, laughing as he set down a bowl.

Artur only shrugged, utterly unrepentant.

"You're nice to look at."

Billy rolled his eyes, amused.

"Not helping," he muttered, reaching for the pan.

Artur smirked wider.

"Motivational support."

Billy tried to ignore him, stirring at the stove, but Artur's voice kept drifting over — playful little comments, exaggerated sighs of hunger, mock pouting.

"You know," Artur drawled lazily, "if you take any longer, I might just waste away right here."

Billy shot him a dry look over his shoulder.

"Considering your tragic cooking skills, you'd probably burn the kitchen down before you made toast."

Artur's eyes gleamed with fake offense.

"I make excellent toast."

Billy barked a laugh and shook his head, turning back to flip the food expertly.

A few minutes later, he felt a presence behind him.

Artur had crept closer, arms sneaking around Billy's waist, chin resting lightly on his shoulder.

Billy tensed in mock annoyance.

"You're distracting."

"You like it," Artur whispered, grinning against his skin.

Billy elbowed him back gently, laughing.

"Back off, hungry bear. Let the master work."

Artur huffed dramatically, stepping back with a frown pulling at his brow.

He crossed his arms and stood there, scowling like a grumpy statue.

Billy caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye and snorted.

"What's that face for, huh?"

Artur just furrowed his brow deeper, exaggerating it.

Billy's shoulders shook with silent laughter, the spatula still pointed like a knight's sword.

"Aww, look at you — my little frowny bear."

Artur's frown deepened even more, making it ridiculously cute.

Billy grinned wider and leaned forward, tapping the tip of Artur's nose with his finger, smudging a tiny dot of flour he'd somehow gotten on his hands.

"Frowny bear suits you," Billy said in a sing-song voice.

Artur grumbled under his breath but the edges of his mouth twitched, fighting a smile.

"You better cook something amazing to make up for this insult," he warned, voice playful but soft.

Billy winked at him.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll feed you well."

Turning back to the stove, he worked quickly, knowing Artur was still standing there, arms folded, pretending to sulk but clearly just happy to be near him.

The soft sounds of sizzling, the quiet beat of Billy's humming, and Artur's low, warm chuckles filled the cozy house — a soundscape so intimate, so deeply theirs that it made Billy's heart swell without warning.

By the time the food was ready, Artur was already sitting obediently at the table, tapping it lightly with his fingers like a child waiting for a treat.

Billy plated the food with a flourish and set it down in front of him with a proud smirk.

"Here you go, frowny bear. Your reward for being so very, very useless."

Artur finally cracked, a full smile breaking across his face as he grabbed Billy's wrist, pulling him down into his lap for a quick kiss.

"Best reward I've had all day," he murmured against Billy's lips.

Billy laughed, feeling utterly, completely at home.

Artur dug into the food eagerly, barely sparing a second to breathe between bites. Billy watched him, utterly entertained, his chin resting in one hand, elbow propped casually on the table.

"Slow down, you animal," Billy teased, laughing softly.

Artur just hummed in response, mouth too full to answer, giving Billy a sheepish, unapologetic look.

Billy shook his head, a teasing spark lighting up his eyes.

"You're worse than a starving bear."

Artur grinned, swallowed hard, then leaned back in his chair lazily, patting his stomach.

"That's because your cooking's addictive."

Billy rolled his eyes fondly, standing up and grabbing a clean fork. Without warning, he scooped up a bite of food and turned to face Artur.

"Open up," he ordered, like he was speaking to a stubborn toddler.

Artur raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Seriously?"

Billy tilted his head, mock-stern.

"Don't make me say it twice, babe."

Artur smirked but leaned forward obediently, opening his mouth slightly. Billy carefully fed him the bite, grinning wide as Artur exaggeratedly chewed like a little kid being spoiled by his favorite person.

"There," Billy said, wiping the corner of Artur's mouth with a napkin as if he really was a child. "Good boy."

Artur caught his wrist before he could pull away, a playful glint sparking in his eyes.

"You're enjoying this way too much."

Billy laughed, pulling free and sitting back down.

"Maybe. You're kind of cute when you're not acting all tough."

Artur grumbled half-heartedly but his gaze softened, lingering on Billy's smiling face.

"You're lucky you're adorable," he said under his breath, stabbing another bite of food.

They ate like that for a while — Billy occasionally sneaking a bite into Artur's mouth, Artur pretending to be grumpy about it but clearly loving every second.

The late afternoon light spilled lazily through the windows, bathing them both in a golden glow. Outside, the faint sounds of village life drifted in — children laughing, carts rolling by, dogs barking distantly — but inside their little world, there was only the clink of forks and soft laughter.

Billy leaned back after a while, stretching with a satisfied sigh.

"Full?" he asked, poking Artur's side with a teasing grin.

Artur caught his hand mid-poke, fingers curling gently around his wrist, tugging him in.

"Full," he confirmed, voice low. "Of food... and you."

Billy snorted at the cheesiness, but the corners of his lips curved up despite himself.

"That was terrible," he muttered, even as he allowed himself to be pulled in, their foreheads brushing briefly, breath mingling.

Artur's hand slipped to the small of his back, holding him there.

"I meant it, though," he murmured. "You fill up everything in me I didn't even know was empty."

Billy blinked, stunned by the softness in Artur's voice — not joking, not teasing. Just... raw and real.

"Okay, now you're getting sappy," Billy whispered, smile trembling at the edges, a warmth blooming in his chest.

Artur brushed his knuckles gently along Billy's cheek, his thumb grazing the edge of his jaw.

"Only for you. You make it feel okay to be this way."

Billy didn't reply right away. He leaned forward instead, brushing a soft kiss to Artur's cheek — featherlight, but lingering.

"Guess I'll let it slide this once," he mumbled against his skin.

They stood like that for a few heartbeats, wrapped in each other and the sunlight, until Billy broke the moment with a reluctant sigh.

"I'll wash," he offered, gathering the dishes with a little shake of his head, as if to pull himself back down to earth.

Artur rose too, stretching his arms above his head like a lazy cat, his shirt rising slightly to reveal a sliver of skin.

"You cook, you clean... What's left for me to do?" he asked with a crooked grin.

Billy shot him a sideways glance, already piling plates.

"Stand there and look pretty, remember?"

Artur leaned casually against the counter, arms folded, eyes tracing Billy's every move. freewёbnoνel.com

"Well, I must be doing a damn good job then," he said.

Billy snorted, rinsing a plate under warm water, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

"You're impossible."

"But you love me anyway."

There was no hesitation in Artur's voice. No insecurity. Just the quiet confidence of someone who'd finally found solid ground.

Billy paused, fingers still under the stream. He turned slightly, water droplets clinging to his skin.

"Yeah," he said softly. "I really do."

Artur's breath caught — just slightly — at the way Billy said it. No big gesture. No dramatics. Just simple, sure truth.

He crossed the kitchen slowly, coming to stand behind Billy, wrapping his arms around his waist again — firmer this time, as if anchoring himself there.

Billy leaned back against him, letting out a soft sigh.

"You gonna stay like that the whole time I'm washing?"

"Maybe," Artur whispered, pressing a kiss just behind Billy's ear. "You feel good. I could get used to this."

Billy tilted his head, giving him better access without even thinking about it.

"You're already used to it," he murmured, a quiet smile ghosting across his lips.

Artur hummed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"Still feels new every time."

They stayed like that — dishwater running, plates clinking, warm breath shared in silence — until Billy playfully elbowed him again.

"Alright, lovebug. Let me finish before you start nibbling on me too."

Artur chuckled, kissing his temple before finally stepping back.

"I'll wait patiently. Emphasis on try."

Billy shook his head with a fond smile, quickly finishing up. When he turned to dry his hands, Artur was still there — watching. Always watching.

"Why are you staring at me like I'm about to vanish?" Billy asked quietly, towel in hand.

Artur stepped forward again, slow and deliberate.

"Because sometimes I still can't believe you're real."

Billy's breath hitched, just barely. He dropped the towel on the counter and reached out, resting his hands gently on Artur's chest.

"Well, I am," he whispered. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Artur looked down at him for a long beat, then dipped his head, brushing their lips together in the softest, most reverent kiss — like a promise.

The golden light warmed their skin. Outside, the world kept moving. But inside, in that little kitchen, time softened around them.