'Missile Toad'
Short Xmas themed Steam Powered Giraffe fan-fic scene.
Hatchworth x The Spine (mild implied)
No Warnings, only cute fluff.
(Please be kind, this is my first SPG fiction submitted here...)
Hatchworth stood back and admired his handiwork, hands on his hips, stars in his eyes. He had spent hours decorating Walter Manor for what the humans called 'Christmas' and 'Yule'. It seemed to be a popular celebration, and he wanted to make the Walter Workers feel the jubilant merriment of the season. Shiny metallic tinsel in silver, copper and gold hung around the large family portraits in the halls. Strings of blue and green lights twinkled along the door frames, windows and fireplace. A large fir tree, complete with many sparkly baubles stood in the main entrance hall next to the grand staircases.
A deep reverberating voice behind him stirred him from his thoughts of upcoming festivities, "Hey Hatchworth." he turned to face the tall figure, "Oh Hello The Spine! I have just finished doing the decorations. What do you think?" He looked at him with excited glee. The silver automaton glanced around at the extensive adornment around him. "It's... Very nice. Very... Shiny!" He wasn't sure what else to say about it. The shorter robot was gazing up at him with twinkling blue eyes and a pout upon his lips, protruding from under his orange mustache.
The Spine frowned, "Hatchy, what are you doing?" Hatchworth pointed to the ceiling above them, where hung from a piece of red ribbon, a plastic toad figure, with what looked like a toy gun fixed to its back. The Spine stared at it for a few seconds with a look of pure confusion, trying to process what it was. "What the...?!" The other robot piped up, "Its Missile-Toad!" Sudden realisation crossed Spine's electronic brain. He gaped like a fish, then face-palmed. "Hatchy! Do you mean MISTLETOE?!"
Hatchworth laughed awkwardly. He could feel his boiler bubbling from embrassment. The Spine looked down at him and his expression softened to a side smirk. "Oh you are Silly..." He sighed, and leant in close, planting a gentle kiss upon Hatchworth's cheek. "Happy Holidays Hatchy." If Hatchworth could blush, he would have, he felt the circuits in his face heat up. A small spurt of steam escaped from the top of his hat with a toot. The Spine placed a hand on his shoulder and patted it, "And good job on the decorations!" he praised with a wink, before turning and striding off.
Hatchworth touched the place where Spine's lips had touched his face, and smiled to himself contentedly. That was all he wanted for 'Xmas'.
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