Smurfy Love

Chapter 4: Chapter 7: Serenade

The air in Blossom was buzzing with excitement as Valentine's Day approached. Smurfs were busy crafting gifts, gathering flowers, and preparing sweet surprises for their loved ones.

Inside his shop, Tailor carefully adjusted a pair of sunglasses, his face a picture of concentration. These weren’t just any sunglasses — Tailor had designed them to be as stylish and unique as possible, just for his boyfriend, Harmony Smurf.

"Ah, my Love will love these." Tailor said proudly to himself, holding up the finished product. The lenses were shaped like musical notes, the frames carved with tiny, elegant treble clefs. They were the perfect gift.

Later that morning, Tailor found Harmony sitting on a tree stump, absentmindedly blowing his trumpet, producing a cacophony that made Tailor wince. The moment he saw Tailor, Harmony grinned and set his instrument down.

"Tailor! My darling! What brings you here on this smurfy morning?" He half-sang, standing up to greet the other.

Tailor chuckled, keeping the sunglasses behind his back. "Happy Valentine's Day, Harmony. I made something special for you."

Harmony's eyes sparkled excitedly as Tailor revealed the sunglasses, the musical Smurf quickly snatching them and replacing his normal pair. He admired himself in the reflection of his old sunglasses, adjusting the new ones dramatically.

"Smurfy stars above, these are fantastic!" Harmony gushed, striking a pose. "I look like a true musical genius!"

"You are a genius, my Love." Tailor told him, chuckling.

Harmony gave him a sudden hug. "I must smurf you something in return! A gift of equal smurfiness!"

"You don’t have to—"

"Nonsense! I shall smurf you the greatest song you’ve ever heard! A love ballad straight from my heart!"

Tailor’s tensed up. He could handle Harmony's music better than most, and he loved seeing how passionate the other got when he played, but still... No one with ears could actually enjoy Harmony's music, except for the trumpeter himself.

But Tailor loved Harmony. And love sometimes meant sacrifice.

"I look forward to it, my Love." Tailor only half-lied, smiling softly as Harmony ran off, muttering something about needing to compose in peace.

As soon as he was out of sight, Tailor sprinted back to his shop with a new mission: crafting a pair of earmuffs that looked purely decorative, but would actually block out and and all sound.

All afternoon, Tailor worked and sewed, testing different padding, making sure they looked good enough to pass as a simple accessory.

"Voilà!" He sang triumphantly, holding up the finished product. Now he could enjoy his Love's gift without hurting his feelings by cringing away.

As evening fell, Harmony arrived at the shop to lead Tailor to where he'd set the stage for his song. They each danced as they walked, watching night fall farther, enjoying each other's company.

Finally they arrived back at the stump, lanterns lit up in nearby trees, starlight casting an ephemeral glow over the scene. Earmuffs tucked securely over his head, Tailor sat on the stump, eyes closed at Harmony's direction. He kept the earmuffs just a little off so he could hear when to open his eyes, smiling even as he braced himself for the first screechy notes of the other's signature trumpet.

"Okay, you can look now." Harmony told him, a slight hum filling his voice. "Tonight, my dearest, I give you my heart in song!"

Tailor subtly tightened his earmuffs, eyes fluttering open. He froze.

Standing around the clearing were Spelunker, Strings, Drummer, and Narrator. They had their instruments with them, stands with music sheets set up in front of each. Harmony stood grinning behind a fifth stand, his trumpet replaced with a silver stick.

Tailor took the earmuffs off as discretely as he could manage, smile growing as he realized his love wasn't going to play a song for him — he was conducting one.

"My dear Quartet, begin!" Harmony ordered, lifting his baton.

Soft, enchanting music filled the air, perfectly timed under Harmony’s guidance. His hands moved gracefully, cueing each musician, bringing harmony (real harmony) to the melody.

It was beautiful.

Tailor listened in awe, swaying slightly with the song. The music swelled, blending with the rustling of the trees and the soft glow of fireflies.

When the song ended, Tailor burst into applause. He stood and ran to Harmony, throwing his arms around him.

"Harmony! That was absolutely smurfy!"

Harmony beamed. "You really liked it?"

"I loved it!" Tailor chuckled.

"I know I'm not exactly the best musician." Harmony whispered, holding up a hand to stop Tailor from protesting. "I'm not, and you're so very sweet for pretending otherwise, dearest. But I wanted to smurf you a song you'd truly love, as much as I love the accessories you make for me."

"It was perfect, my Love. Just like you." Tailor’s heart swelled with warmth. He laughed, cupping Harmony’s cheek. "You are the most wonderful Smurf ever, and I am the luckiest to have you."

The two Smurfs shared a kiss under the starry sky, their love in perfect harmony at last.