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so uh I logged onto this account and I've got over 100 messages, this is crazy xD I seriously can’t believe people still follow me on here! Anyways, I pulled up this page to show some people my old writing and I’m not sure but at this point I might start thinking about writing on here again. If anyone actually still follows, tell me your opinion xD -maggie

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|Car Crashed Hearts| Poofless/Wooffrags

Warnings: Sad without a happy ending.  That’s what happens when angst is requested.

Rating: PG

Notes: For the rest of the anon’s asking for poofless and the one anon suggested poofless angst.  I will have a fluffish poofless sometime soon, so if this is not what you were looking for don’t worry.

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It was winter.

Preston’s favorite time of the year.

Until it wasn’t.

It was their anniversary.  One year.

One year to the day.

They had gotten in some stupid argument.  Preston had gotten them lost on some lone highway in the middle of nowhere.  Rob wanted him to get directions, but he had refused.

He had fucking refused.

He was the reason they were fishtailing on an icy rode.

"Preston, I think we should pull over." Rob had said.

"Shut up."

He did.  Rob didn’t speak another word the entire ride.

It wasn’t that Preston didn’t want him to talk.  No.  He could have listened to Rob’s voice the rest of his life and never gotten tired of it.

He just had to focus.

When the snow started coming down in sheets, and Preston could barely see a foot in front of him, he started to swerve.  And this time, he couldn’t stop it.

The car spiraled out of control like an amusement park ride, and for a second, Preston thought that’s what he was on.  He was at Disney with Rob and The Pack on those annoying tea cups Rob loved so much.  Everyone was laughing and having fun.  Then everything went black with the sound of Rob calling for Preston was the last sound he heard.

-

White.

White is what Preston woke up to.

White walls.  White floor.  White clothes.

So much white.  All too familiar.

A man walked into the room.

He was wearing white.

"Preston Arsement." he said, reading off of his white clip board.  "I need to inform you that you have been in a serious car accident.  You have a broken arm and minor concussion.  It is a miracle you are in such good condition.  It is strongly recommended you rest."

Flashes passed under Preston’s eyes.

The snow.  The snow was white.

He lost control of the wheel and Rob- oh god Rob.

"Where is Rob?" Preston said.

The features on the doctor’s face were grim.

"No." Preston said.

"No.  He said my name.  He is waiting for me.  He-he is-"

"Mr. Arsement.  You’ve just had a bad accident.  You should get some rest."

"I’ll get rest when I find out if Rob is fucking okay." he said.

"He is alive."

That was all Preston needed.  For now.

-

When he woke back up all Preston wanted was answers.

Slipping out of the white sheets, Preston ripped the IV out of his arm.

He had to find Rob.

The pattering of his own feet was all Preston could hear.  He was surrounded by white.  It was making him nauseous.

He got to the receptionist.

"I need help."

The lady in scrubs took one look at him.  ”Sir, you need to get back to your room.” she said.

"No.  You have to help me.  I need to find Rob Latsky.  Please tell me where his room is."

"Sir…"

"Please.  He-he’s my boyfriend."

The lady sighed.  ”Room 122.”

Preston ran off as fast as possible.  As fast as he could without hurting himself further.

Room 122 was white.

Room 122 was beeping.

Why could it have been beeping?

Preston pushed the door open.

Rob.

Rob was beeping.

The heart monitor had gone crazy.  A flat line.

A flat line.

The beeping was because his heart was failing.  

He was dying.

"No!  Someone!" Preston yelled.

Doctors and nurses flew into the room.

Someone tried to pull Preston out.

He punched them.

"Rob!" he yelled.

The beeping stopped.

-

"Time of death: 5:41 PM."

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|Warm| Vikklan

Warnings: Self harm and mature language

Rating: R for descriptions

Notes: For the two anon's requesting Vikklan and the one anon requesting Vikklan with a prompt!  I hope I followed it close enough.

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Cold metal.  Cold floor.  Cold air.  Cold Hands.

Everything was cold.

Except for the blood.

The blood was warm.  Red.  The only comfort in this fucking cold world was blood.

A puddle of the crimson colored liquid pooled on the white floor.  Probably staining it.  Lachlan didn't care.

The blood was covering his arm, barely a trace of the pale skin from before noticeable.

The best part was yet to come.  The feeling of letting go.  The feeling of not being in reality.

Reality sucked.

Reality especially sucked when no one was there for you.  You had no anchor.

No one left.

When the only person who remotely gave a damn about you was in another country.

He had to escape somehow.  This was his only way out.

He couldn't kill himself.  He had too many people depending on him.  The fans.  If it wasn't for them, he would have ended it months ago.

Lachlan's vision started to fade, the black dots dancing angrily over his vision.

Had he gone too far this time?

It didn't matter.  Nothing he could do about it now but wait.

Lachlan leaned his head against the bathroom wall.

Cold.

Lachlan was shivering.  The room felt like it had dropped ten degrees.

And

his

eyes

slowly

shut.

-

Banging on the bathroom door woke Lachlan.

Shit.

Blood was everywhere.  It looked like someone could have been attacked.

Someone was.

Him.

He wasn't attacked by himself, but the monster hiding in his mind.

The banging intensified.  "Open this damn door or I swear to god I will kick it down."

Lachlan couldn't open the door if he wanted to.  His body had given up.  It was a miracle he could even open his eyes.

"Dammit."

Splinters of wood flung across the room as the door came to a crash.

"Vikk?" Lachlan muttered, the blurry figure of his best friend towering over him.

"Are you hurt?" the now recognizable voice asked.

"No."

Vikk shook his head as he picked up Lachlan.  "I can't believe you.  On the verge of dying trying to make me feel better."  He laughed.  It was the only thing he could do to keep himself from crying.

Warm was the first thing Lachlan noticed about Vikk.  He was warm.  With all the cold in the world, this one person was warm.

"V-vikk." Lachlan stuttered out.

"Hey hey.  You're gonna be perfectly fine.  I'll fix you right up." Vikk said.

Lachlan couldn't tell if he was trying to comfort him or himself.

Vikk gingerly lied Lachlan down on his bed.

Cold.

Lachlan started shivering.  "V-vik please.  Don't leave." he said.

"One second.  I don't want to leave you, but I really need to get some first aid stuff."

It was only three minutes until Vikk was back, but it felt like hours.

"Good news is you don't need stitches!" Vikk said, smiling.  It was fake.  Lachlan could tell.

His head rolled back as Vikk wiped disinfectant over the cuts.

"C'mon.  Stay with me.  Please." Vikk said, coming out more as a command than a question.

-

It was a miracle, but Lachlan woke up an hour later.

Alone.

Had Vikk left?

Just came to clean up his mess and left.

All the way from England?  How had Vikk known?

If he had left, Lachlan could still catch him before he left.

Lachlan ran down the hallway into the kitchen.

Vikk was there.

Lachlan fell.  Fell into Vikk's arms.

"Why were you running?" Vikk asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I-I thought you left."

Vikk frowned.

"Of course not.  Lets get you back to bed."

Lachlan didn't want to.  He needed to apologize for the mess he made.  For the mess Vikk had to clean up.

"I'm sorry." Lachlan said.

"You're okay.  You don't have anything to be sorry for."

Lachlan couldn't disagree more.

It was still cold in Lachlan's room.  Freezing.

Even under his sheets, he felt like he was in a freezer.

"Vikk?" he asked.

Vikk turned back leaving. "Yeah?"

"Can you stay?"

"Of course."

With Vikk in bed with him, Lachlan was the warmest he had ever been, and probably would ever be.

Scratch that.

The warmest Lachlan ever experienced was when Vikk closed the small space between the them, bringing the two's lips together.

"Please don't hurt yourself again." Vikk whispered.

"I won't."

"Promise me."

"I promise." Lachlan said.

-

:) Hope you guys liked that.  So I am one away from 100, and I was wondering if for 100 followers you guys wanted me to post a selfie?  Just tell me!  I don't know if the poofless fic I promised will be up by tonight, but if it isn't you can expect two poofless fics tomorrow!

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|Hold Me| BajanBattleDuty

Warnings: Some mentions of violence and blood, not very graphic

Rating: PG-13 for language and mild violence

Notes: for the 2 anon's requesting BajanBattleDuty and the prompt I was sent!

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Lip quivering and posture straight, Lachlan stood on the wooden stage ready to burst into tears.

Intimidating men from who knows where stared at the blonde.

He hadn’t chosen this life.  He never wanted to be a slave.

It had happened when he was only ten, on the way home from school.

Lachlan had convinced his parents to drive him home, fearing of the bus.

That was the day they got into a car crash.  That was the day his parents died.  That was the day he was sold to the world  of slavery.

Now he was seventeen, and had been working for over twenty different family’s.  Never for long though, for he always seemed to get in some type of trouble.  The result being either abuse or sold back into the system.

Standing on the platforms with so many eyes on him was the worst.  Lachlan was terrified of all people, due to the many years of abuse.

He always had to suck it up.  Let people handle him, touch him, and push him around.

Boy after boy went to the front of the stage, letting people observe them.  Lachlan was next.

"Lachlan." the announcer said, making the boy shiver.

He slowly walked to the front of the platform, earning a few whistles from the crowd.

He forgot about the rules of a straight posture and looking confident because for a moment Lachlan closed his eyes, trying to picture himself somewhere else.

"Open your eyes you shit!" someone yelled from backstage, and Lachlan did as told.

At the moment he was now hoping someone picked him, because if they didn’t he would have a world of hurt coming his way.

At the end of the showing Lachlan followed the other silent boys to the cages, where the men would pick which boy, or boys, they would choose.

Not everyone in the crowd would be buying a slave, some only came for the laughs.  Lachlan was disgusted by all of them.

Only about ten of the maybe fifty men in the crowd walked into the holding room.

"Ah, Mr. Hughes, nice to see you again." the announcer said, greeting a man at the door.  "What can we do for you?"

The man, Mr. Hughes, cleared his throat before speaking.  ”My boy needs a new slave.  His last, uh, well you could say didn’t belong there.”

Lachlan gulped.  This man did not seem good.

The announcer laughed nervously.  ”Okay then.” he said.  ”Let me show you around.”

After seeing about half of the imprisoned boys, they got to Lachlan.

"At least this one is clean." Mr. Hughes said, motioning to Lachlan.  "I’ll take him."

-

Lachlan already had a job to do. In the car, Mr. Hughes had told him the rules.

"You will be my son’s slave." he explained. "You will do whatever is asked of you, without complaint. You will call him master, and never by his first name.  You will can me sir.  You will always come down and prepare breakfast for him at 6:30 AM."

Lachlan did his best to memorize the rules. He did not want to go back to the slave selling center.

When they finally arrived at the mansion, Lachlan was amazed. This family was rich.

Mr. Hughes opened the back door and allowed him to get out.

"Place is nice, eh?" Mr. Hughes asked.

Lachlan nodded. “Very nice sir.”

He was led through many hallways before finally reaching a grand room, where a line of people, in which Lachlan guessed were slaves, stood.

Mr. Hughes shoved Lachlan over to them, causing the blonde to flinch.

"This is Mitch’s new slave." he explained.

All of the women and men nodded, their faces showing no emotion.

Walking around the room, Mr. Hughes looked at Lachlan. “Mitch, your master, will be down momentarily. You must do what he wants and never displease him.”

Lachlan nodded again, muttering a soft “yes sir.”

"Very well." Mitch’s father said. "Everyone get back to your work."

The people ran off at once, making Lachlan wonder why they we so obedient.  Even at the other places he had worked at there was a least one straggler who didn’t follow the rules.  He didn’t say anything, his fear of people getting in the way of his curiosity.

Before leaving, Mr. Hughes turned around once more.

"You don’t even think of leaving this room." he said.  "Or you will face the consequences."

Terrified, Lachlan sat on the cold ground. His lip quivered, tears threatening to spill any second.

Why did he have to be a slave, while these people lived in fortune?

Thats when he lost it.  He had been a slave since he was a little boy, and people got to live in riches?  Lachlan was crying. He hadn’t cried in almost a year. There was nothing crying was ever going to do about his situation.

Soft footsteps padded down the carpeted stairway as an unknown boy descended.

Lachlan froze. He was going to get abused for crying, maybe kicked out for showing weakness and he knew it.

Or, at least, he thought he did.

"Are you alright?" he heard a voice ask, a voice so gentle Lachlan almost didn’t feel scared.

He looked up only to find a boy, maybe nineteen or twenty, crouched in front of him.

This caused the former Aussie to jump up and back away.

"Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you." the mystery boy said.

Lachlan closed his eyes, wishing this boy didn’t have such a trusting voice.

"I’m Mitch." the boy said. "Who are you?"

Mitch. His master.

Lachlan shot to his feet. “S-sorry master, my name is Lachlan.”

Mitch frowned. “So you are my new ‘slave’?” he asked.

"Yes master."

Mitch sighed. “I hate this. I hate basically owning another person. It isn’t right.”

Lachlan secretly couldn’t agree more.

"What is your opinion?" Mitch asked, hope evident in his eyes.

The blonde looked down.

"I-I am not allowed to have one." he said.

The brunette walked over to Lachlan and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, causing the boy to flinch.

"Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. When you are alone with me, just think of me as your friend. Call me Mitch, not master."

Lachlan nodded. “Yes Mas-Mitch.”

Mitch bit his lip, thinking. “Do you know where you are supposed to sleep?” he asked, tilting his head at the younger boy.

Lachlan shook his head.

"Perfect.  You can come up to my room for the night."

The blonde wasn’t exactly sure he was allowed to do so, but he had also been told never to disobey his master.  For that, Lachlan followed Mitch up the staircase. 

Once at the door of Mitch’s room, Lachlan began to get scared.  What if Mitch’s father found out?  Would he get in trouble?

Following the Canadian into the bright room, Lachlan gasped in amazement.

The room was easily the size of a large basement and was covered in posters.  Minecraft, Call of Duty, Dota and more.

"I hate having this big of a room." Mitch said.

To Lachlan, that sounded a bit ungrateful.

"Not that I wish I had a 1x1 room or something, just that I have this whole freaking space when people have nothing.  I hate that."

Lachlan nodded.  At least this master wasn’t awful.

Mitch looked at his watch.  ”We’d better sleep.” he said.  ”It’s like 12am.”

The brunette motioned to a spare bed in the corner.  ”Uh, you can sleep there.”

Lachlan looked at him questioningly.  Why would he have another bed?

Mitch looked down.  ”My, uh, brother used to share a room with me.  He doesn’t live here any longer.” 

The blonde took this for an answer, not wanting to question anymore.  He walked over to the bed and lied down.

"Hey, uh I have something for you." Mitch said, reaching into his dresser.

Lachlan looked up to see Mitch pulling out an old blue hoodie.

"My, uh, room gets cold around this time.  You should get some more clothes tomorrow, but for now you can have this to keep you warm." Mitch said, bringing the article over to Lachlan’s bed.

"Thanks." The blonde said reaching out.  He slid the sweat shirt over his head, and lied back down,

Sleep took over Lachlan faster than he could remember.  He didn’t know if it was exhaustion from the day, or the odd since of security he got from his master.

It was the complete opposite for Mitch.  He was furious.  Did his family have no respect for anyone not on the same pay level as them?

He looked over the sleeping figure to his left.  Pity overtook him as he watched Lachlan turn in his bed, suddenly starting to yell.

"No!  No!  Please Stop!" Lachlan yelled, causing Mitch sit up.

He closed his eyes and thought about his options.  He could confront the boy, or he could sit here and listen to his agony.

Mitch had clearly made up his mind when he slowly walked over to the blonde’s bed.

"Lachlan?" he asked, shaking his shoulder.

Mitch was knocked over as the boy started panicking.

"Oh god, oh god.  Master, I am so sorry. P-please forgive me."

Mitch got to his feet and dusted off his pants.  ”It’s fine.  Don’t worry about it.” he said, sitting on the bed next to Lachlan.  ”Are you okay?” he asked.

"Yeah I-uh yes master." Lachlan stuttered out.

"Mitch." Mitch said.  "I hate ‘master’.  It makes it seem like I own you.  I don’t.  You are your own person."

This made Lachlan shiver.  He had never met a ‘master’ so opposed to the system.

Something gave him courage.  Something foreign.  ”Mitch?” he asked.  ”C-can you uh maybe lay with me?  Just for a little?”  The second the question was out of his mouth, Lachlan regretted it and started to curse.  ”I mean if you want to.  I completely understand if you don’t want to.  It was stupid of me to ask tha-“

Mitch was stunned.  ”Yeah of course.” he said cutting Lachlan off, unsure of what else to say.  He couldn’t turn him down.  It had to just be because he was scared.  This would be a one time thing.  The only reason he agreed was because Lachlan was hurting.  Right?

Lachlan moved over, making room for Mitch.  He was instantly calmed next to the heat of Mitch’s body.

"Is this okay?" Mitch asked, throwing his arm around Lachlan."

"Y-yeah." he said, nerves wracking his entire frame.

In the safety of Mitch’s arms, Lachlan fell asleep without the dreams that had plagued him since his first day of the system.  It never crossed his mind that he had just let someone touch him, hold him even, without flinching.

-

It was six fifteen when Lachlan woke feeling claustrophobic.  There was something wrapped around him, something keeping him in place.  Panic started to take over until he remembered last night.  Mitch was still tightly wrapped around Lachlan, spooning him.

He didn’t know what to do.  He had to be downstairs in fifteen minutes.  ”Mitch.” he said quietly.

The brunette opened his eyes sleepily.  ”Hey.” he said.  ”Sorry.  I must have fallen asleep.”

Lachlan shook his head.  ”It’s okay.  I have to go prepare you breakfast.”

Mitch ran his hand through his hair.  ”Yeah okay, I’ll meet you down there in like thirty minutes.”

Lachlan was scared shitless to go downstairs to the kitchen alone, but he didn’t tell Mitch.  He had already almost screwed up everything and didn’t plan on doing it again.

Mitch went into his bathroom as Lachlan realized he didn’t have anything to wear besides the sweatshirt Mitch had given him last night and his skimpy ‘showing’ clothing.

Taking note that it would be better to not share the information about last night with Mitch’s father, Lachlan pulled of the hoodie and shoved it under the bed.

Downstairs with ten minutes to spare, Lachlan went over to one of the other workers.  ”Hello, um, I was wondering if you could tell me where I can get a uniform?

The boy smiled.  ”Yes.  I’m Preston, and I was instructed to show you to your quarters.”

Lachlan followed Preston into a hallway, making sure to remember the way.

"Here is your room." Preston said, motioning to a cinder block room that looked like a prison cell.

"Glamorous.  I know." Preston laughed.  "Mine even has a ‘hang in there’ cat poster!"

Lachlan chuckled at Preston’s lame attempt to make him feel better.

"Your uniform and sleeping clothes are in here." he said while opening the dresser.  If you need more blankets, there are some in the closet down the hall to the right.  All of the other rooms are occupied by people like us."

Lachlan nodded as a buzzer went off.

"Time to prepare breakfast!  You coming, or are you just gonna stand there all day?" Preston asked.

Lachlan laughed following Preston to the kitchen.

-

It wasn’t until everyone finished eating and Mitch still hadn’t come down did Lachlan start to get concerned.  Had Mr. Hughes found out about last night?  Even if he had, wouldn’t Lachlan be the one in trouble, not Mitch?

Thirty minutes later Mitch finally came down.  ”Hey.” he said, pulling up a chair.  ”What did you make?”

Lachlan smiled.  ”Preston told me that you liked bacon and eggs…” he said, pulling out a plate of steaming eggs and warm bacon.

Mitch’s eyes lit up.  ”You are the best!” he said.

"Anything for you." Lachlan says, jokingly.

That would be the exact moment Mr. Hughes walks in.

"Morning son." he said to Mitch, the entire time staring at Lachlan.

Lachlan shivered.

"Mitch, son, why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for class?  I need to talk to this young man here."

Mitch looked from his father to Lachlan.  ”I think I could stay down for a few more minutes.” he said, uneasy.

"Mitch.  Now."

He nodded and went upstairs.

"Lachlan." Mr. Hughes said.

"Yes sir?"

"I heard from staff that last night you were not in your quarters, but with  my son.  Is that correct?"

With a shaking voice, Lachlan answered.  ”Yes sir.” he said.  ”I did not know where to sleep so, uh,  Mitch offered to let me sleep in his room.”

"Excuse me?" Mr. Hughes said.  "Did you just say Mitch?”

"S-sorry sir.  It-it won’t happen again." Lachlan said.  He was a fucking idiot letting that slip.

"You’re right it won’t.  Come with me."

Lachlan followed the older man down two flights of stairs.  He tried distracting himself of the inevitable by putting together a map of the mansion in his head.  The place obviously had more than four flights, with Mitch’s bedroom on the highest Lachlan knew of.

When the two got to the bottom of the stairs, Lachlan started to get worried.  What was this man going to do with him?

His question was answered with clanking of hand cuffs.

"S-sir?" Lachlan stuttered.

"You will learn not to disobey me.  This is my house, my rules."

Lachlan nodded unsure of what else to do.  He couldn’t run, he couldn’t hide, he was completely open.

Cold hands took Lachlan’s sweaty ones bounding them with metal.  He then shoved the boy to the ground.

An explosion of pain erupted in Lachlan’s shoulder.  He didn’t make a sound.  It wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to.

The hits started.  At first it was just regular kicks to the stomach.  They hurt like hell, but they were tolerable.

It was the shocks that got Lachlan.

It was something he had never experienced before.  He caved.

"Please!" Lachlan shouted.  "Stop!"

Cruel laughter was the response he got.  ”Stopping isn’t in the agenda for a while, boy.”

-

It was hours later when Lachlan noticed he was alone in the room.  Blood dripped out of his mouth, making a red pool on floor.  He tried to get up.

It was impossible.

His shoulder felt like it was on fire, and the rest of him wasn’t any better.  Spots were dancing across his eyes.  His leg was twisted in a way it shouldn’t be, and looked blue with the bruises scattered without a pattern.

He gave up, and his vision faded into a black abyss.

-

Mitch was frantic.  He knew his dad had found out about Lachlan but he didn’t think he would have done anything.

He was wrong.

Mitch searched his mind for all the places his dad could have Lachlan.  He had already checked his room, his dad’s room, the library and even th-

The basement.  He hadn’t checked the basement.

Mitch shot down the stairs at an alarming rate.  He didn’t care if anyone heard.

Blood was the first thing Mitch saw.  Red.  So much red.  Too much red.

Mitch pulled his phone out from his back pocket, switching on the light.

"Lachlan?" he asked.

No response.

Mitch froze.  There was groaning in the back corner of the room.

"Lachlan?" he asked, this time stronger.

"Master?" a weak voice answered.

Mitch closed his eyes.  Lachlan was back to calling him master.

"Hey buddy." he said, sitting down on little floor not covered in red.  "You’re gonna be okay.  Don’t worry. I’ll fix you up."

Mitch reached over to Lachlan and pulled him into his lap.

Lachlan was too tired to cower.  ”M-master.  Please d-don’t hurt me.”

"I would never."

Lachlan looked at Mitch.  ”Hold me.” he asked.

"Always." Mitch said, bringing the boy into his arms.  "Always."

-

I guess I'm back to writing!  I missed it tbh.  I have a bunch of requests for poofless, so that will most likely be the next fic!  Hope you guys liked this! (oh and I'm 3 away from 100.  how is that even remotely possible?  I love you guys.)

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edit: and yes, I'm actually writing some now!

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so yeah, I took a really long break.  Good news is that I am back now! (that is if you guys want me to write again!) This account has so many more followers than it did when I left, which is awesome.  If you all want me to start writing again, please tell me!  Love you guys.

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literally checking everyday for new finfics but there are none yet, no rush tho

Yeah, sorry.  I probably won't post until wednesday, at soonest.  Thank god though, this is my last week of school.  I will be posting regualrly starting Saturday, so send me some requests!  (any requests that haven't been filled yet will be posted by next week)

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thank you guys for all the support on my zombie fanfic thing - that literally took four hours to write. I have seven requests at the moment. I am trying to work on them as much as possible, but I have been a bit busy this past week with SOLs (standards of learning tests). hopefully over the weekend I can at least get out four, maybe more. (four of the requests are smut, which I will do, just please don't judge me.) again, thanks for all of the feedback, it means a lot. and oh my gosh bypassed 50 followers... that is pretty amazing. I started this account thinking I wouldn't even get one follower. thanks. - requests are open, as usual. (just it may take a few days for it to be posted.)

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|Catch Me| TBNRDuty

Warnings: Extreme cuteness (and much shorter than my previous one)

Rating: G

Notes: for anon who requested TBNRDuty fluff.  Thought this would be a good one to do to counter the dark zombie one from earlier today ^.^

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"C'mon Lachlan, just lie down!" The Texan said for the tenth time, exasperated.

It had been like this for the past hour, Lachlan almost fainting each time he tried to do something and Preston trying to get him to rest.

"I told you *cough* I am perfectly *cough* fine!" Lachlan whispered, his voice giving out.

Preston shook his head.  "You are not fine Lachy!  Don't be a cactus jones and let me put you to bed."

Lachlan shook his head.  "We had planned to go to the fair today Preston!  They might have a snowman building contest for all we *cough* know!"

Preston laughed.  "A snowman contest in the middle of the summer?  I don't think so."

"Whatever." Lachlan said.  "I wanted to ride the ferris wheel!"

"You can!" Preston said.  "Just not today.  Look at you, you are in no shape to move about, much less go to a fair."

Lachlan sighed in defeat.  He knew Preston was right, but he didn't want to sit in his bed all day.

"Fine." he said.

Preston helped Lachlan into his room and sat him down on the bed.

A great idea came to the Aussie and he jumped up, sprinting out of the room.  "Catch me if you can!" he yelled, almost as if he was five.

Preston shook his head and laughed.  Seriously?

"I said catch me if you can!  Meaning come and find me!" Lachlan screamed (best he could), reminding Preston that he was supposed to try and get him.

Slipping off his socks, Preston ran out of the room in search of the Blonde.

After five minutes of no luck, Preston began to wonder if this game of tag had been turned into hide and seek.

A sneeze was heard from the cabinet beside him which so happened to be big enough for people to fit in.

"Hmm I wonder where Lachy - Dachy is?" Preston teased, knowing exactly where the younger was.

He swung open the doors, revealing the blonde.

"Now I have to catch you!" Lachlan yelled.

Preston had gotten into this game of tag/hide and seek, so he ran, crouching in a corner.

"Ow!" he heard Lachlan yell.  "Preston help!"

Suddenly alert, Preston left his spot and ran over to Lachlan. 

"What happened?" he asked.

"Syke!" Lachlan yelled, reaching for Preston.

The Texan jumped back in time, avoiding the sneakiness of his boyfriend.

"Not fair!" Preston yelled, running away.

Lachlan followed close behind before suddenly becoming extremely light-headed, and falling down.

"P-Preston!" he yelled.

Preston ignored him, not wanting to fall for the same prank twice.

"Gotta try harder than that little Lachy!  Not falling for that again!"

After finding a new hiding spot, Preston began to worry.  What if Lachlan was actually hurt? 

He left his spot and stood up, searching the room.

"Lachlan?" Preston asked, looking around for the boy.

Preston traced his path and followed it, looking for the sick boy.

When he got to the kitchen, Lachlan was on the ground groaning.

"I think I passed out, you jag." he whispered, nudging Preston with his foot.

The brunette suddenly felt guilty as he picked up Lachlan.

"Sorry," he said.  "I thought you were joking again."

Lachlan smiled and kissed Preston's cheek.

"I forgive you cutie.  I started it."

Preston laughed.  "That's good."

"Want to play another round?" Lachlan asked.

Frowning, Preston shook his head.  "After you fainted?  I don't think so. You are getting in bed, no doubt about it now."

Lachlan gave in and snuggled up against Preston's chest.

"Okay." he said.  "Only if you come with me."

Preston let out a breath, he had planned on recording some videos, but agreed.  Lachlan's health was more important than anything.  "If it means you will rest, then I am happy to do so."

By now the two boys were in the bedroom.

Preston flickered off the light, the window making it bright enough to see the way to the bed.

He sat Lachlan down on his side of the bed and pulled down the sheets.

Lachlan got into fluffy mess of blankets and relaxed due to the warm sheets.

Preston followed his lead and hopped into the bed, pulling Lachlan into his arms.

"Feel better Lachlan." he said, before the both of them drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

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|Always| TBNRDuty

Warnings: Holy crap this is long.  Also a bunch of deaths.  Never have written like this before, with the violence.

Rating: pg13 - R for language and violence

Notes: for areyougunnastaythenight who requested TBNRDuty and Friends with a prompt.  I hope I followed it well!  I am back from my mini break now also.  Had to study for exams and such.

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Chattering teeth filled the silenced room. They were here, and there was no where left to hide.

The mindless creatures roamed around the old building, looking for the victims.

Shaky hands of the tall Canadian gripped the deadly weapon as if it was the source to his life, which it very well could be in a way.

A wounded Texan sat in the lap of the Australian and cried silently. He had just watched his best friend's murder.

It hadn't been like this two days ago, when Lachlan proposed to him. It started the day after.

Preston had woken up like it was any other day, smiling.

The previous day had been the best by far. Lachlan had proposed.

Rob, Mitch, Mat, Jerome, everyone was in on it. It had been spectacular.

But then Preston walked downstairs and heard sirens, helicopters, and explosions. Almost as if it was from a scene of World War Z.

How right he was.

Wanting to know what was happening, he had turned on the TV, pulling up the first news station he could think of.

"Reports of rabies are being sent in from all over the country," the reporter states.

"Officials are advising citizens to get what supplies they will need now, before the disease spreads to your area."

Preston couldn't believe his ears. Rabies?

His feet softly padded against the carpeted floor as he went into the shared bedroom of his and Lachlan.

"Lachlan." he whispered, shaking the blonde.

"W-what?" he asked, alert.

"You might want to come and see this."

The couple walked down the hallway into the living room. Preston rewinded the clip, letting Lachlan watch.

"That's scary mate." he said.

Preston nodded and unlocked his iPhone. He needed to inform his friends.

"C'mon Rob, pick up." Preston murmured.

Finally the boy picked up.

"Hey Pearston." he said.

"Rob listen. Something bad is going on. Can you bring Mitch, Mat, and whoever over? I'll explain then."

Rob was silent for a moment.

"Uh okay, are you and Lachlan alright?"

"Yeah, at the moment. Please get here fast."

Rob hung up and Preston out his head in his hands.

"You actually think this could be you know what?" Lachlan asked. Preston nodded in response.

"Are you sure?" the younger questioned. He wasn't being skeptical of Preston. No, no, he trusted that boy with his life. Lachlan would do anything for him. He just wanted to make sure before drastic measures were taken.

"What else could it be? You think that the whole united states just randomly got rabies?"

Lachlan shook his head.

"Okay goo-" Preston began to say, but was interrupted by the ringing of the apartment door.

Now was not a time to open the door to random strangers, so Preston looked through the peephole.

Rob, Mat, Mitch, Jerome, and Vikk stood outside the closed door.

Preston opened the door and invited the five inside.

All five of them had come to Texas for the big question, and hadn't left yet.

The seven sat down on the old couch, each face filled with worry.

"I saw the news report." Vikk said, breaking the silence.

"Which one? I saw about twelve." Mat stated.

All was quiet.

"The one where they said it was rabies." Vikk answered after a pause.

"You don't think it is?" Jerome asked.

Preston turned to Lachlan and gave him a look.

"Jerome, we think it might be, well, you know what." Lachlan said.

Mitch's face turned extremely white. He suddenly gripped onto Jerome's hand, as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Jerome turned to him and started rubbing his shoulder.

"Hey, now Mitch. It is going to be fine."

Somehow with the days of playing Call of Duty, Mitch grew a strange fear of the heartless creatures know as zombies. After time it got so bad, ASF had to be terminated.

Jerome and Mat where the only two who knew this secret.

"We need to get the weapons." Preston said, shaking off Mitch's strange behavior.

Being Call of Duty gamers, they had a stock of axes and such in the car. Never can be too prepared.

Preston looked around at the group and ruled out Mitch and Jerome for going out to get the supplies.

Mitch was the in the worst condition and it seemed as if Jerome was the only one able to help him.

Vikk, Mat, Rob, Lachlan and himself were the remaining choices.

"I'll go." Vikk and Mat said at the same time.

Lachlan shook his head. "Two of you shouldn't go at the same t-"

Preston interrupted him. "They should. I heard explosions already. We need to stick in groups, watching each others backs."

The Aussie sighed in defeat, knowing his fiancé was right.

Mat and Vikk cautiously opened the door and look about the hallway.

"Wait!" Rob yelled. "Take this."

Rob handed Mat a large kitchen knife. "Just for safety."

Mat nodded and closed the door, leaving the others to stare out the peephole.

A fearless Vikk looked around the corner of the building. A walker.

"Mat." he hissed.  "Walker, straight ahead. Think you can take him?"

Mat nodded and crept over to Vikk.

Aiming the sharp metal, Mat sent it flying straight into the skull of the beast.

"All clear." Vikk said.

The Brit opened the car trunk and lifted up the bottom of the space, revealing a stash of weapons.

Mat slowly walked over to the monster, pulling out his only defense for the moment out of the thick skull. The kitchen knife.

Vikk walked over to the scene, holding a large cotton bag.

"I got the weapons." he stated.

Mat smiled and followed him back to the door, when suddenly Vikk dropped the bag.

"Fuck!" he screamed, holding onto his arm.

He dropped to his knees and Mat could finally see what happened.

He had been bitten.

"Rob!" Mat screamed.

The Canadian came running out of the apartment.

"Don't ask questions.  Grab the weapons and head back inside, I'll be inside in a sec!"

Rob obeyed Mat and snatched up the weapons, slamming the door shut behind him.

Mat walked over to Vikk, who was now lying on the dirt.

"You have to kill me." he said. "I am not turning into one of those bastards, you hear me?"

Mat shook his head.  "I can't do that man."

"You have no choice. It is my last wish."

A tear slipped out of Mat's eye as he looked at the kitchen knife.  "I can't. Not like this."

Mat ran back inside the house, leaving Vikk on the ground.

Moments later, he walked out with a gun.

Vikk sighed and shook his head. "I expected to die first." he mumbled.  "Just not like this."

"I d-don't want to kill you." Mat protested.

"I'll be a threat, Mat." Vikk stated.  "I won't be myself.  I will already be dead."

Mat closed his eyes.

"I am so sorry."

Boom.

Mat made the mistake of looking down.

Vikk had already began the transformation. His skin was a sickly green color, with some flakes peeling off. Blood was everywhere, and Vikk's eyes were open.

Walking back into the apartment was hard. Having his friends stare at him, almost as if it was his fault.

"They are defiantly out there." Preston said.

Mat closed his eyes once again. "No doubt about it."

All he could see was Vikk's face. The terror.

"Look, I know it is hard okay?" Preston said, attempting to comfort him.

"Vikk wouldn't want us to mope around. He died getting us the weapons we can use to protect ourselves. We have to move on for him."

Everyone agreed.

Lachlan dealt out the weapons accordingly, giving Jerome the axe and a gun, Mitch and Rob bow and arrows, Preston a gun, and himself a large knife. Mat already had the kitchen knife plus a gun.

"We have to stay alert." Jerome said.

He was holding the shaking Mitch in his arms, almost like he needed to protect him.

Maybe there was more than a friendship between the two.

Matters like that couldn't be addressed now, for it was a life or death situation.

"Are you okay?" Lachlan asked Preston.

"At the moment."

Noises could be heard out on the road outside.  Terrible screams, moans of zombies, gun shots, and explosions.

A zapping sound could be heard in the difference.

Jerome and the rest couldn't figure out what was making the noise, that is until the power went out.

Mat groaned.  "You got any flashlights?"

Lachlan thought for a moment.

"Basement, we have a pile of batteries and flashlights.  Just a left once you get down the stairs."

"Okay." Mat mumbled, before feeling his way along the wall of the apartment.  It was pitch black dark, night time had snuck up on the boys.

Mitch was now crying and shivering in Jerome's arms.  No one had seem his defense down this low before.  He had always been the rock.

No one had also seen Jerome care for someone so much.  He was normally the one, along with Mat, throwing insults all over the place.  Now, here he was holding the truly broken boy in his arms, giving him the feeling of safety.

After fifteen minutes of Mat not returning from the basement, everyone got worried.  

It should have only taken him five minutes.

"I-I'll go after him." Jerome volunteered.

Rob shook his head, which no one could see.

"Mitch needs you." he said.  "I'll go."

Preston held in his protests.  Rob was his best friend, he did not want him to die.

This was not a time to be selfish.  They were safer in higher numbers.

Rob took out his phone and opened the flashlight application.

Shining it onto the stairs, he turned around once more.  His companions where a mess.

Mitch hadn't stopped crying.  Preston and Lachlan where huddled together on the couch, looking terrified.  Jerome was petting Mitch, attempting to calm him down.

He knew he had to do this.

Taking a deep breath, Rob descended down the stairs.

"Mat?" he called, taking in his surroundings.

A groan could be heard from the room to left.

Rob's eyes went wide.  Had Mat been turned?

Peeking into the dark room, his thoughts where confirmed.

Rob felt as if his world had come crumbling down.  Mat and Vikk were now gone.

Groaning was now louder in the room and Rob flinched.

No time to think.  He wasn't safe.

Rob had to kill what was left of Mat, and whatever had turned him.

Rob glanced into the room again to see a second figure.  It had no resemblance to anyone he knew.  It must have gotten inside somehow.

Mat noticed him and slowly began making his way over.  Luckily for Rob, Mat was just a walker.

The other wasn't.

The creature ran at Rob as he pulled back his bow, shooting it straight in the temple.  One lucky ass shot.

Rob looked around, suddenly getting worried.  Mat was no where to be seen.

A sharp pain could be felt in the shoulder of the Canadian, and he screamed.  Thus drawing the attention of Jerome and Preston.

Rob hadn't found Mat.  Mat had found Rob.

Jerome and Preston raced down the stairs to see Mat feeding on Rob's shoulder.

"Holy shit." Jerome whispered.

Wasting no more time, Preston pulled out his gun and shot next to him, drawing Mat's attention.

This was the perfect vantage point of the eye socket.  Preston aimed, closed his eyes, and got the perfect shot.

Mat was down.

Preston rushed to Rob's side, taking in the site of him.

"No, no, no please no." Preston cried.  Not Rob.  Not his best friend.

Jerome sighed.  "He is going to turn, Preston.  We have to kill him."

Preston shook his head.  "No.  There has to be something."

"I'm sorry." Jerome said.  "Do you want me to do it?"

Preston shook his head.  "I-I will."

Jerome nodded.  "I'll take out my gun incase."

Reaching into his pocket for the weapon, something was shot through the American's torso.

Jerome fell to his knees.

Mitch came running down the stairs.  He must have heard the shot.

"J-Jerome?" he cried, looking at his childhood friend.

What had happened?  Preston wasn't all to good at a gun.  Closing your eyes while trying to shoot your best friend did not work.

Preston had missed Rob, and ended up hitting Jerome.

"Mitch." he whispered, clutching his side.

"Jerome no!"

Mitch ran to Jerome's side and looked him in the eyes.  "I love you Jerome." he said.

Jerome nodded before whispering.  "I love you too, Mitch.  Protect your friends."

All was silent.

Preston stood in his place, his eyes switching from Jerome to Rob.

"Mitch." he whispered, trying to get the weeping boys attention.

Mitch looked up at Preston with pure hatred.  "You did this." 

Anger took the best of Mitch and he charged his bow, aiming straight for the head of Rob.

"No!" Preston yelled, jumping in front of Mitch only to accomplish an arrow to the leg.

Mitch re-charged the bow and hit Rob in the temple, eliminating the chances of him becoming a zombie.

The rage left Mitch and he realized what he had done.

"Oh my god Preston!  I am so sorry!" he said.

The Texan groaned in pain and snorted.  "Help me up you bastard." he said.

Mitch ran over to Preston and picked him up.  "Lets go upstairs." he said.

Lachlan greeted the two at the door.  Mitch handed over the injured boy, now crying, and sat down on the couch.

His fear of zombies had never been worse.  Just now, there was hatred in the mix.

A loud crash sounded outside the door, and Mitch gripped onto Jerome's gun.

Looking out the window, he almost screamed.  At least a dozen had to be outside, attracted to the gun shots fired earlier.

"Shit." Mitch said.  "Preston, Lachlan, don't make a sound."

That is how they got to where they were now.

The three survivors, surrounded.

Glass broke in the window next to Lachlan, and he used Jerome's axe to chop whatever had come in.

Walkers started pouring through the breach and Mitch froze.

There were thousands fighting to break in.

They were screwed.

"Upstairs, now!" Lachlan said, bringing Mitch out of his trance.

Mitch picked Preston up and followed Lachlan into his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

"This won't hold them forever." he said.

Lachlan ignored Mitch and went over to Preston.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Just peachy."

Footsteps followed by banging could be heard outside the door.

"That was fucking fast." Mitch said. 

Lachlan left Preston and leaned against the door, hoping to use his weight to stop the pack.

No such luck.

About fifty zombies broke down the door and piled into the small room, closing in on the three.

"We are going to die, aren't we?" Mitch asked, now petrified.

Lachlan pursed his lips, trying to think of plan.  He was so focused, he didn't notice the bitter to his left.

Until it was to late.

"Preston." Lachlan said, calm as possible.

The Texan looked up at him.

"I love you.  Just know that.  No matter what happens." He finished, before putting the gun to his own head.

"I've been bitten." were his final words, before pulling the trigger.

Preston's vision swarmed.  No way had that happened.  It couldn't have.

"Did he just...?" Mitch asked, looking behind him at Lachlan's crumpled body.

"H-he was bitten." Preston whispered.

Mitch sighed and rolled up his sleeve.

"He's not the only one."

Now was the end.  Everyone was gone.  Mitch would transform soon, and Lachlan was dead.

There was nothing to live for.

"I think you know what we have to do." Preston said, a tear escaping his eye as he looked down at his fiancé. 

Mitch nodded.  His only light was Jerome, who was now gone.

"On the count of three." Preston said.

"One." Mitch counted, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Two." Preston said, knocking a zombie over with the barrel of his gun.

"Three." They both counted.

Everything was black.

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Intense.

Requests are opennn

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When are those 5 fics coming out cause I can't wait to read them...you write so good!

soon I promise! I had to study for SOLs, but I am working on them now

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I really like your writing, I read all of them already, your a great writer, please write more poofless, merome, and/or skylox :)

thanks so much! that is so nice :)

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so theres this homophobic girl who sits next to me in math who NEVER stops talking and I was on tumblr and she was all like "whats that?" and I said its where people request things for me to write (I was looking at  my inbox) and she was like "What kind of things?" and I was like "fanfictions and such" and she asked if I could write her one and I started cracking up and was like "uhhh they are a certain type of fanfics" and she was like "What kind?" and I laughed harder and said "gay ones." and she finally shut up.

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|Forever| TBNRDuty

Warnings: may suck, I mean I wrote this in the middle of class soooo

Rating: Pg13 - R

Notes: For the very nice anon who requested tbnrduty with a prompt.  I hope I followed it okay!  GUYS DON'T BE MAD I MADE MAT THE BAD GUY I LOVE HIM OKAY I JUST COULDN'T THINK OF ANYONE ELSE

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Preston closed his eyes for a minute, almost as if trying to imagine he wasn't at this place.

Sadly,  imagining is imagining, and it is not real.  So when Preston opened his eyes, he was still standing in front of his apartment.  Alone.

He knew what was coming for him when he opened the door.  He knew that he was going to get reprimanded for staying out five minutes late.

Standing outside the door to the apartment was only going to make it worse, so Preston unlocked the door.

The first thing he heard when walking in the door frightened him to the point of paralyzing his legs.

"Where the fuck have you been?  I'll kill you!" his boyfriend Mat yelled.

Preston should have ran away, it would be the smart thing to do, but he was still frozen in fear.

Mat walked into the room, his face red with anger.

"You stupid dick!" he yelled.

Preston just stood there, wanting to hide and never come out.

Mat walked up to the smaller boy and punched him square in the face.

"Maybe that will teach you not to stay out late!"

Mat kicked Preston and he fell to the ground, moaning in agony.

The curly haired male continued to kick the Texan until he was passed out.

Lachlan rang Preston's phone for the fifth time and started to get worried.

Why wasn't he picking up?

Preston had promised to call or at least text Lachlan when he got to his apartment.

Lachlan decided to brush it off and talk to Preston about it tomorrow.

The plan Lachlan had would have gone great, that is if Preston had picked up his phone.

By now Lachlan was completely freaking out.

He had had enough of Preston not answering and had decided to drive over to the apartment himself, even though Preston had told him never to.

A few minutes later Lachlan was knocking at the wooden door of his best friend's apartment.

Preston opened the door, not even bothering to cover up the bruise already formed on his cheek.

Lachlan gasped when the door was opened.

Preston looked like crap.

He had a huge bruise on his face, bruises running all up his arms, and blood splattered on his clothes.

Lachlan pulled Preston into a hug, ignoring the fact that Preston visibly flinched.

"W-what happened?" Lachlan asked, worried about the safety of his best friend.

Preston started crying and held on to Lachlan.  "M-mat," he said.  "Mat did it."

Lachlan had never felt so angry at someone before in his life. 

"Where is he?" Lachlan demanded.

Preston shook but pointed to the bedroom, for Mat was still sleeping.

Lachlan let go of Preston and looked him in the eye.

"Call the police." he said.  "I will be back in a bit."

Preston nodded, knowing this was something that had to be done.

He watched Lachlan go into the room before pulling out his phone.

"Hello, 911 what is your emergency?"

Preston took in a deep breath and told them everything.

"Okay, thanks, we will be here as soon as possible.  Just stay safe."

Preston thanked them and hung up.

Lachlan woke up Mat with a punch in the face.  

"What the heck Lachlan?" he asked when he looked up to see the culprit.

Lachlan growled and swung another punch at Mat, but this time Mat was able to dodge it.

"Why would you do this to Preston?" Lachlan asked, tears streaming down his face as he kept swinging and missing at Mat.  "What did he do to deserve this?"

Mat flipped the weaker boy around and pinned him to the ground.

"He is mine.  I can do whatever I want with him."

Mat had completely switched the roles at this point, because now Lachlan was getting punched by Mat.

Before Mat could go any farther though, sirens blared in the parking lot below the apartment.

About five seconds later, police men busted through the door and followed Preston into the room.

Mat was handcuffed and Lachlan was left lying on the ground until Preston noticed him.

"Oh my god!" he yelled, and rushed over to Lachlan's side.

"Are you okay?  Please Lachlan, talk to me!" Preston yelled.

Lachlan opened his eyes for a split second and smiled.

"I'm here." he said.

Preston started crying and reached over to hug the blonde.

"I was so worried!" he cried.

Lachlan smiled and tried to sit up, failing.

"Here." Preston said, helping the boy up.

Lachlan looked at Preston and started to cry himself.

"I love you Preston." he said, and kissed the beautiful boy in front of him.

"Forever."

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sooo.  requests are open

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|IPromise| BajanBattleDuty

Warnings: self harm mentioned

Rating: pg13

Notes: for the anon requesting BajanBattleDuty that ends happily.

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"M-mitch why do you have to leave?" the blonde asked the other boy for the tenth time in the last hour.

Mitch looked at Lachlan and sighed.  "It's not my choice.  I wish I could stay, but you know i'm not eighteen yet so foster care it is.

Mitch's parents had just been killed in a car crash.  Mitch was home alone at the time, he had decided not to go to the movie.

Marly, Connor, his dad, and mom had all been killed.  No survivors.

Now Mitch, being a minor, was being taken away from his home in Australia and moved to foster care in Montreal, Canada.

Lachlan was his best friend, and crush.  No one knew the last part, though.

"I will be back in two years, Lachlan." he said.  "I promise."

This promise is what had kept Lachlan alive.  He was living to see Mitch.

That is what get him through those years of high school.  Those two years of getting pushed around, bullied, and ignored throughout high school.

Yeah, Lachlan had come out as gay after a few girlfriends.

He noticed something just wasn't for him with the lady parts.

People being people judged him - only his bi friend sticking by him sometimes.

So Lachlan kept to himself, sitting in self pity, his only care about Mitch.  He just wished at times that Mitch had given him some way of contact.  Maybe then he wouldn't be sitting in the bathroom of his apartment with the familiar sharp object in his hand.

A ring from his computer stopped his actions before they could take place.  A Skype ring to be exact.

Lachlan sighed, wondering who could be calling.

Rob, his friend from youtube was calling him.

Lachlan answered the call.  "Hey Robert." he said.

"Hey dood." he said.  "I was going to record with my friend Mitch today, but he's moving so I was wondering if you wanted to record a hunger games?" Lachlan decided to play hunger games, I mean what else does he have to do?

After a few rounds of hunger games Lachlan felt a tug on his memory.  Mitch.  Rob lived in Montreal, Montreal is where Lachlan's Mitch lived.

"Rob?" Lachlan asked.

"Yeah?"

"What is that Mitch person's last name?" Lachlan asked.

"Uh, his name is Mitch Hughes I think.  He was adopted but didn't change his last name.

The only words going through Lachlan's mind were holy crap, holy crap.

"Where was h-he moving to?" Lachlan asked.

"Australia I believe." Was all Rob had to say for Lachlan to end the Skype call and grab his things. 

He needed to see Mitch.

When Lachlan finally got to the airport it was around 10pm.

Hey Rob, when does that Mitch person's flight land?  Also what gate is he at? Lachlan asked Rob, via text.

Uh yeah, he is supposed to land at 10:15... and his gate is A3. Why?

Lachlan smiled.  Just in time.

I'll tell you later.  Thanks dood.

The blonde put his phone in his pocket and ran as fast as he could to the gate, sitting on the leather seat.

Once everything had slowed down, he started to get worried.

What if it was the wrong Mitch?  What if Mitch didn't remember him?  What if Mitch judged him like everyone else?

He didn't have time to think about it anymore because he saw the plane land.  The plane he had been waiting two years for.  The plane that could very well be carrying the love of his life.

The first person walked out of the tunnel from the plane to the airport and Lachlan started to stress out.

Once about half the plane had left Lachlan saw him. 

Mitch looked as perfect as Lachlan could remember.

His hair was now styled up in a quiff style, and his cheek bones were just the most amazing thing ever.

Lachlan watched as Mitch got his bag.  He was about to go over to him when he noticed his shoe was untied.  Lachlan looked down and begun to tie his shoe.

Mitch had just picked up his bag and turned around to say hello to the Australian airport.

He looked down and squinted.  Mitch couldn't believe his own eyes.  Lachlan?  What was he doing here?

Mitch rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe the lack of sleep was playing tricks on his eyes, but the blonde was still there, tying his shoes.

"L-lachlan?" Mitch asked, his voice in a hushed tone.

Lachlan looked up when he heard the familiar voice and felt a tear flow out of his eye.

"Mitch."

On the spot, Mitch dropped everything he was carrying and ran over to the already weeping boy in front of him.

"I missed you so damn much." Mitch said, clutching the other male in his arms.  Almost like he was afraid of losing him.

Lachlan nodded, "You have no idea."

Both boys were a sobbing mess.  People started to stare at them, but neither cared.  They were where they belonged.

Mitch let go of Lachlan and put his hand on Lachlan's cheek.

Lachlan froze.  Holy fuck.

Mitch leaned in, meeting his soft lips to Lachlan's.

The kiss was short, but it held so much emotion.

Mitch broke the kiss and looked into the Aussie's eyes.

"You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that."

Lachlan smiled.  Mitch had no idea.

Lachlan didn't know this, but Mitch had seen his arms.  The sleeves of Lachlan's sweatshirt had rolled up to the point where Mitch knew what has happening.

"I am never leaving you." Mitch said.  "Never again."