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WIP Wednesday (1/22) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 212)

Andrew finds his shirt without issue, wrapped around Kevin like a second skin. He must've slept fitfully, because he's wound up on his back and his blanket is only doing the bare minimum of covering below his knees. One socked foot is sticking out from the bottom and Andrew huffs a little breath of amusement. Sleeping beauty indeed.

"Kevin."

"Andrew?" Kevin mumbles, still sleeping. His dream has turned into something involving fangs and the hasty removal of uniforms. Andrew watches himself yank Dream-Kevin's jersey off and then it's just too weird. He needs the other perspective, his perspective, but there is no way to get it without reenacting this scenario. So Andrew loudly clears his throat.

"Kevin. Wake up." And finally, green eyes start to open. He blinks up at the ceiling a couple of times before startling and realizing where he is. Frantically, he scrambles to sit up and pulls his blanket over himself as if he's shy.

"Hi Andrew. Good morning. What's up?" Kevin chokes out, aiming for nonchalance and missing by about a mile. He's flushed across his cheeks and is sporting a rather obvious hard on. Andrew doesn't point it out because if he does, he might end up on his knees about it.

"I need my shirt."

"What?"

"My shirt. The one you're wearing." Andrew tells him and Kevin swallows as his brain replays having his shirt taken off by his Dreamland Double. "Can I have it or not?"

"Oh, yeah." Kevin relinquishes the shirt and Andrew pulls it on, still warm. Fresh off the beautiful idiotic human. Once he's fully dressed, he flicks his fingers at Kevin.

"Put some clothes on and we'll go get breakfast for everyone. I'm going to check on Neil and make sure he didn't die in his sleep." Andrew says before leaving Kevin to his fantasies before his own can get too carried away.

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WIP Wednesday (4/16) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 308)

NEIL

It's been an eternity since Neil last woke up next to someone. To crack his eyes open and find his head on Kevin's chest for the first time almost has him rolling backwards off the bed. For a moment he doesn't know where he is or how he arrived here, then the events of last night flood his mind and remind him. They'd gone to sleep like a set of three spoons; small, medium, large. But now Kevin is sprawled on his back and Neil is half on top of him. 

He used to sleep this way with Jean when they were younger, a last defense in case the chair wedged in front of the door gave up the ghost. Face smashed into Jean's chest, one leg tangled with Jean's, an arm stretched across him with a knife in his hand. This is an almost perfect copy of that. But Neil hasn't got a knife now, he's got a death grip on Kevin's wrist. When he realizes it he lets go and watches the blood return to Kevin's hand as he ponders their current sleeping arrangement.

Neil generally sleeps light and still as a board, an age-old habit leftover from sleeping at his mother's back for four years on the run. But it seems that must have been overridden, since he fit himself against Kevin like this in his sleep. Jean is the only one to keep his original position, but his set of gunshot wounds don't allow for much tossing and turning. Neil knows from experience.

He allows himself to lie there for a while longer, listening to the unfamiliar song of Kevin's insides keeping him alive. The beat of his heart accompanied by the soft gurgles of his stomach is almost a lullaby and the slow rise and fall of his chest is nearly hypnotic; he's almost persuaded to close his eyes and go back to sleep. But sunlight is sliding through the slats in the blinds to paint pale yellow stripes across the three of them and Neil honestly can't remember the last time he woke up to any amount of sun at all, but regardless it's morning, time to get out of bed. Neil isn't sure how to accomplish that when Kevin's other arm, the one he hadn't been wringing the life out of, is tucked around him. He plucks it off and starts to roll away.

"Neil?" Kevin asks as he's escaping. His eyes are barely open.

"I have to pee." Neil says. Kevin accepts that and, with a sleepy sigh, rolls around to reattach himself to Jean's back. The fucking starfish. Neil pulls the blanket back over him and disappears into the bathroom. When he comes back out, Kevin has slung his leg over Jean's and stretched out so much one of his feet is sticking out. Neil fondly observes this scene and wishes he had a camera, but he doesn't so he just sneaks out of the room to his own.

He's not running away, Neil tells himself as he pulls on his trainers, he's going for his morning run. There's a difference. It's just part of his routine. He leaves a note on the coffee maker as always— they've been using the same one for years and it shows. It's so well worn that the original message is barely visible anymore and the paper itself is a quarter of the size it once was, ripped and crinkled and with several coffee rings. Every morning Neil places it on top of the coffee maker when he leaves and Jean sticks it on the fridge with his teddy bear magnet when he wakes up.

Routine.

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WIP Wednesday (2/12) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 217)

NEIL

When Neil wakes to a head stuffed with cotton and his limbs full of lead, he takes it as a sign that he'd overdone it in practice the day before and vows to never do it again. He knows he'll break that vow the next time he steps onto the court, but he at least pretends for a few moments. Then his brain comes online and he registers a pair of arms wound around his middle. That plus a presence at his back sends him down a completely different train of thought.

If arms are around him, his mother is alive. He's in her bed. They're running.

Had it all been a dream? A nightmare? Were they really okay?

Opening his eyes proved harder than working his mouth, so Neil gives a croaked, "Mom?"

He's not sure what he expected, but a man's gentle laughter wasn't it. "Not quite, hon."

Neil wrenches away from the sound, from the body behind him, and with Herculean effort manages to peel his eyes open. Before he can get very far, the arms catch him just shy of him falling out of the bed onto his face. Neil claws at them until they let go, then lands with a thud on a hideous rug. The fall does nothing to help the now pounding in his head, Neil shuts his eyes and counts to ten, hoping things will make sense when he opens them.

"Jesus. Fuck. What do you have against my arms?" whines that same voice, now from above him. Things finally click into place and Neil thankfully doesn't have to bother to look up. It's Nicky's voice. Nicky Hemmick, PSU Foxes, backliner. Teammate, annoyance, and now captor?

"What did you do to me?" Neil's voice is like gravel as he forces the sentence out. When he coughs to clear his throat it feels like he's swallowed razor blades and the room starts spinning. He ignores it. "What did I say last night?"

"Nothing." Nicky says with a bit of hurt in his voice that Neil ignores. "And nothing. But boy we fucking tried. I don't even wanna know how much dust Andrew ended up giving you. If it was as much as I thought, you wouldn't be able to move right now so he must've held back. Good for you and our bank account."

It doesn't feel like Andrew held back. Neil wonders if he ever has in his life. He lies there for another thirty seconds before risking it all to move up onto his hands and knees. The move makes his stomach roil, but he manages it then sits back on his knees to glare at Nicky who's propped on his elbows looking down. Before either of them can say anything— or before Neil can put his fist through Nicky's face— he hears footsteps approaching from behind him.

He grabs the nearest object to throw toward the new arrival, but sadly it doesn't hit. Neil looks over in time to see Aaron sidestep his attack and an alarm clock smashes against the door frame. Neither of them pays it any mind.

"Good morning to you too." Aaron says with a roll of his eyes.

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WIP Wednesday (1/15) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 262)

NEIL

The next morning Neil wakes to the sun in his eyes. It's confusing since his room has no windows, then he remembers crawling into Jean's bed the night before and feels foolish. As carefully as possible, he removes himself from Jean's hold and slinks out of the bedroom back to his own. He gets ready for work in silence and leaves before Jean has a chance to wake up and try to come with him.

Because Neil doesn't have control over most of his life, but he'll be damned before he let his freshly-shot partner waltz into Stuart's as if it were a bee sting. Which, knowing Jean, is exactly what he'd have done. So Neil leaves the ibuprofen and a glass of water on Jean's bedside table along with a note saying where he was going. He also texts Kevin to keep an eye on Jean. To call Neil if he shows any sign of infection.

Going to the hospital definitely isn't something Neil wants to do, but if necessary... They will.

-

Neil is sitting at Stuart's, playing solitaire, when comes a knock at the door. His head jerks up towards the sound and he stares at the door as if he'll suddenly develop x-ray vision. But he doesn't. Instead he's forced to stand and go to the door and peep through the blinds, catching sight of blond hair.

"Andrew?" he says aloud, for some reason surprised. In the midst of all the bullshit yesterday he'd forgotten about Andrew entirely. Neil unlocks the door and, as soon as it's open, Andrew is shouldering his way inside.

ANDREW

"I came by for lunch yesterday and there was nobody home, how disappointing." Andrew says once he's safely inside the restaurant. He goes to take his place at his and Neil's usual table and turns in his seat to watch as Neil shuts and re-locks the door. Neil remains quiet as he comes to stand close to the table and Andrew gives him a once over before continuing. "I ended up ordering off the room service menu at the hotel. It was dreadful. Evidently I've grown accustomed to Moreau's cooking."

At last Neil reacts, a tiny twitch. "We had... business yesterday."

"Catering job?"

"Yeah, something like that." Neil answers, then he picks a piece of lint off his suit and says, "Jean got shot."

"Everyone's a critic." Andrew jokes. Then he notices that Neil looks a bit sick. He watches Neil's face for a moment then glances down to see Neil is wearing two different shoes. One black, one brown. He raises his gaze to meet Neil's eyes. "Did he make it?"

Neil's eyes flash and he nods. "Yeah. Yeah, he's... He's going to be fine. He's resting at home. So there'll be no semi-authentic French cuisine here today, I'm afraid."

"Too bad." Andrew hums. "What about semi-terrible British cuisine?"

"My cooking's not that bad."

"Not yours. There's a real, non-mafia front restaurant a couple blocks down." Andrew nods his head towards the place. "I know you can't leave your post, but I could go get us something."

Neil blinks down at him. "You don't have to do that."

"What are you supposed to do, sit here all day and starve?" Andrew asks. When Neil merely shrugs, he stands up and pokes him in the chest. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes, don't go anywhere."

NEIL

Neil does not go anywhere.

He sits at the table and counts down the minutes. It takes twenty-five before Andrew is coming back through the doors with a large paper bag in his hand. Strangely, it is not from the pub Andrew mentioned but from a Chinese restaurant instead. He holds it up victoriously and sits it down on the table with a thunk.

"I walked into that pub and it smelled like a pig farm, so I walked out and got this instead." He says as he starts unpacking the bag. "I got... an assortment. Hope you have drinks here, because I did not feel like carrying them."

"Yeah, I'll be right back," Neil says. He grabs them each a glass of water and when he's putting the pitcher away, he notices the groceries Jean bought yesterday morning and his chest twinges. He pulls out his phone and taps out a message to Kevin, which is answered instantly.

Jean is fine, he says. Just helped him shower.

Neil puts his phone away and takes the glasses back out the to table that Andrew has covered with takeout boxes. Neil slides the drinks onto the table and gives Andrew a look. "There's just two of us here, you know."

"I couldn't make up my mind. Besides, I'll take whatever's left back to my hotel." Andrew shrugs. "Anything is better than the food I had yesterday. How my hotel's 'chef' managed to fuck up macaroni and cheese I'll never know."

Neil allows himself a laugh and pops open one of the takeout boxes.

-

They're almost through with the food when Andrew asks for Neil's cell phone number. It's such a random ask that Neil's brain almost shuts off. He freezes up.

"What? Why?"

"So I can check when you're open without dragging myself down here." Andrew says as he fishes out the last egg roll from the carton. Neil watches him pull it into two halves and squeeze the filling out before popping the crispy outer layer into his mouth. He considers the ask and really, he shouldn't. Of course he shouldn't.

But he's Neil and this is Andrew Minyard and he really wouldn't want Andrew Minyard to ever get caught up in the crossfire by showing up at the wrong time. The world isn't ready to lose the best goalie its ever had, after all. Neil makes up his mind and pulls his phone out.

"Give me yours." He says. And when Andrew rattles off a number with a Denver area code, Neil keys it into his phone. A new contact marked as 'A'. He doesn't need to be more specific. He has a grand total of four contacts now, all marked with initials. It's better that way, Stuart had told him once. In the event the police end up with his phone, they won't be able to connect him to anyone else. Not easily anyway.

"Not going to share yours with the class?" Andrew asks. And no, Neil wasn't planning to. He was planning to save Andrew's number for emergency situations. He sighs and creates a new message, signing with N. He looks at the message for a moment then back at Andrew.

"Never refer to me by name in messages." Neil says. "Never use any names in messages. Jean is J, Kevin is K, I'm N."

Andrew  seems to find Neil's system amusing. "I suppose that makes me A?"

"Exactly." Neil sends the message and flips his phone shut.

"What's your uncle?"

"S." Neil answers without thinking, then he sighs heavily. "Don't ask me that."

"You're the one who told me."

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WIP Wednesday (5/14) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 319)

ANDREW

Kevin starts to ramble about the ins and outs of his own lease back in New York but Andrew doesn't absorb a word of it. Kevin's voice is only background noise to his own mind exploding. How could he ever expect Andrew to agree to this? To uproot his life and move across the country for him when Kevin couldn't pick up a phone for Andrew? The idea is enough to make Andrew's stomach roil, the cake that he'd enjoyed so thoroughly now working against him. Wait.

Was the chocolate an attempt to soften him up? Oh, Moreau plays dirty. Not surprising. Once a Raven, always a Raven. Speaking of birds of prey, Neil is still sat across from him and watching him like a hawk. He's in on it, the bastard. Of course he is.

"Are you serious?" Andrew asks, shutting Kevin up for a moment.

"Of course I am. If it's not enough, Coach said there was some wiggle room. But you'd have to talk to her for specifics." Kevin bites his lip. "Oh, another pro: our uniforms are gray and blue. Your favorite colors. Or they used to be anyway. And you'd be playing for a much better team. One that's actually worthy of your talent—"

Without meaning to, Andrew laughs. It comes out low and cold and cuts Kevin off at the knees. Of course he'd try to appeal to Andrew by suggesting his current team isn't good enough for him. Nothing is good enough for Andrew when it comes to exy, simply because it is exy. But he makes good money where he is and he enjoys himself about 10% of the time, which is far more often than he used to. He has made it in the world of stickball, Kevin Day's world. He does not need Kevin Day anymore.

"You're still a one trick pony, aren't you?"

Kevin blinks. "Huh?"

"Unfortunately for your circus I would not move to New York for all the money in Fort Knox." Andrew emphasizes the word, the name of the man Kevin ran to to get away from him, but Kevin doesn't seem to understand.

"You wouldn't?" Kevin asks softly, face falling.

"No. Not if you're there. Now go away, I'm trying to talk to Neil." Andrew tries to shoo him off with his hand but Kevin doesn't budge.

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WIP Wednesday (1/8) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 258)

It's always disorienting to wake to a loud sound you don't recognize. It's much worse when your head is pounding and your arm is throbbing and your neck has a very definite crick in it. Unfortunately, this is how Jean wakes up. Confused, in pain, and in desperate need of Ibuprofen. He's woken this way many times, but not in the last few years.

As his brain comes back online, Jean realizes he is not just experiencing the effects of alcohol but of being shot and operated on as well. He groans slightly when he recalls the bullet Neil pulled out of him earlier. As if on cue, all the nerves in his back scream at him and he bites back a whimper. When he finally starts to raise his head, a gentle, familiar hand stops him.

"Hey," Kevin says softly, looking down at him. "It's alright. You're safe. You fell asleep."

Jean tries to answer, but his mouth is a desert. It takes two tries to get the words out. "I heard... a noise."

"The doorbell," Kevin tells him. "Neil ordered food."

"Thank god. Maybe that will settle my stomach." Jean starts to sit up and sways with the balance of a newborn foal. He grimaces when his vision swims. "Or my head."

Kevin dutifully helps him to sit up the rest of the way, careful of his brand new injuries, and he stands. "I'm going to grab you a shirt."

"Why? You have seen it all before." Jean says, a smile tugging at his lips. Kevin just has that effect on him. Kevin rolls his eyes playfully before disappearing into the bedroom and Jean wonders if he should try standing up. He decides against it quickly. He can hear Neil exchanging words with someone at the door. Then suddenly he's there, dropping a couple pizza boxes on the table.

"How do you feel?" Neil puts the back of his scarred hand to Jean's forehead and it feels cool and rough and Neil.

"Like I was hit by a couple of trucks."

"Just the one," Neil says, half a smile dancing across his face. Jean looks at his mouth a moment too long and Neil notices.

"Neil, I didn't—"

"No. It's alright. Don't— Just forget about it." Neil says, waving a dismissive hand. It shouldn't hurt. (It does.)

Jean chews the inside of his cheek and watches as Neil goes to grab a few plates. And once Kevin helps him into a sweatshirt, the three of them share lukewarm pizza in near silence while the television plays a movie they've already seen twice.

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WIP Wednesday (11/27) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 257)

Neil starts to argue, but his room is quite small. He thinks it was meant to be a home office, due to its size and the fact that it doesn't connect to the bathroom at all. (When he needs to use it, he either has to go through Jean's room or go out to the hallway and use the fire escape to break in through the bathroom window. Luckily he doesn't have to do that much. Jean never locks his door. Even when Kevin's here. But walking in on them is always awkward.)

"It's not that small."

"No? My closet is bigger than your room. I've measured it. I could fit a full-size bed in there if I wanted, Neil."

"Bragging."

Kevin snorts a not-quite laugh. Nothing is funny right now.

"I have two bedrooms. Actual bedrooms," Kevin says, wistfully. "I picked the apartment based on that. Based on you. Us."

Neil didn't know that.

"And the stadium is only three miles away. It's right there! I could sneak you into practices and get you tickets to all my games." Kevin says, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Neil imagines his are the same.

"It wouldn't be fun if I couldn't play."

"Liar. You have fun when it's on TV. Or the radio. Or in a magazine."

"You're right. Sounds nice, Kev." Neil doesn't know what else to say. As great as it would be, he's got fucking obligations. He signed himself and Jean up for this the night hell broke loose. The night he broke loose and staggered his way to Ichirou's doorstep. He cut a deal and now he's got to live with it.

If he'd known the two of them would've healed, he would've asked Ichirou for the same deal he got Kevin. But Jean's leg was mega-fucked and Nathaniel's shoulder was out of commission, so he thought. Now he's been out of practice so long there's not a chance in hell he could ever join any pro team. And he's far too old for a collegiate second chance. Jean, too.

The only way they get out of this mess is if the Moriyama Empire comes crashing down in a spectacular way. And so far Ichirou is running a pretty tight ship. Neil can't imagine he'll ever crawl out from under the bastard's manicured thumb. But at least he's not the Master.

Neil stops his train of thought to glance down at a shirtless, unconscious Jean. He looks so much younger when he's sleeping, without his trademarked scowl and matching furrowed brows. He looks tranquil, serene, cold. Neil reaches behind Kevin and snatches the blanket off the back of the couch to toss it over Jean, who mutters something completely unintelligible as he snuggles against Kevin's stomach.

The three of them stay that way for what seems like years. Kevin's arm around Neil, his hand pressed to Jean's ribs. The two of them staring into space, at Jean, at each other. There's nothing else to be said really. If this were a decade ago, Neil would consider laying his head on Kevin and making a pillow out of him too. But it's not so he doesn't, though he does lean in a bit further than he should.

When he's about to nod off, Neil jerks awake and startles Kevin into jolting as well.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Neil says. "Um, if I call for pizza will you eat it?"

"Yeah. I'm not wearing red and black. I can eat whatever I damn well please." Kevin makes a face. "But don't get olives, I don't like olives. And mushrooms—"

"I know what you like."

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WIP Wednesday (4/30) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 315)

"You are? Today? Right now?"

"Um..." Kevin swallows thickly.

"After I've plied him with sweets," Jean says, gesturing to the oven. Neil gives a sniff and smells something rich and chocolatey. He laughs.

"You're baking a 'please join my team' cake?"

"It's brownies, actually."

"And don't laugh. I need all the help I can get." Kevin says pathetically. Neil holds in an eye roll at the melodrama but Kevin must sense it coming. "I know you think I'm being ridiculous, but I'm not. He hates me Neil, down to my fucking bones. If I mess this up, my whole team is going to know—"

"Kev," Neil puts his hand on Kevin's chest, silencing him. "The Jaguars don't know about your thing with Andrew. They won't blame you if he says no. It's not on you. Calm down."

Kevin covers Neil's hand with his own, holding it closer. "Thanks." He glances down at Neil's neck and Neil pulls away to root through the silverware. This is the real reason he needed to come in here.

"What are you doing now?" Jean asks just as Neil finds a spoon. He tries to use it as a mirror but it doesn't work so he grabs Kevin's phone out of his hand to use its blackened screen.

"Andrew gives staring at me, right here. And Kevin just did. I must have a stain or—" Neil cuts off when he gets the phone angled just so. There is a deep, mouth-sized bruise half hidden by the collar of his shirt. "Jean!"

"What?" He asks innocently. Neil wants to kick him in ribs and kiss it better.

"You know what!" Neil tries to pull his shirt up a bit, but it's no use. That either of these fools let him leave the house like this!

"You don't know it was me. It could've been Kevin. We were both kissing you last night."

"You're the biter." Kevin says and Jean doesn't deny it

"You like it. Both of you do." Jean lightly skims his thumb against Neil's neck, making him shudder all the way down. He swallows and a kitchen timer goes off.

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WIP Wednesday (4/23) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 245)

An hour passes with Neil itching to run his anxieties away, then finally there's a knock at the door. Just one single, ominous thunk. All three of them turn towards it but Neil can't seem to find his legs.

"Josten," Andrew calls from the other side. Seth sneers but Matt gets up and goes to answer the door.

"Hey, man. What do you need?"

Andrew ignores Matt in favor of ducking under his arm— not that he has to duck— to make a 'come hither' motion with his finger. His expression is one that Neil has tried to decipher a dozen times before, an intense and burning one that he's never found a name for. He names it now: Hunger.

"Fuck off and get out of here, schizo," Seth lobs Andrew's way. Andrew sidesteps it with a threatening smile.

"As soon as I get what I came for, toilet baby." Andrew says, making Seth's mouth drop open and Matt's brows jump. He points at Neil again. "Neil, that would be you. Come along now."

Neil makes himself stand up and Matt gives him a look. "You don't have to—"

"We have plans," Neil tells him easily. Andrew's nose twitches a bit when he walks past the fan and Neil can't believe all the times it's done that, all the times Andrew has been smelling blood in the water before the first cut was made.

"Indeed we do. Goodbye, warden. I'll have him back soon."

Neil follows Andrew into his dorm, thankful not to be dragged in against his will this time. The rest of his bunch are sprawled across the living room, staring at the doorway and very obviously waiting for them. Nicky and Aaron turn their heads as if they weren't, but Kevin doesn't blink. He just looks at Andrew.

ANDREW

As soon as he gets Neil back to his room, Andrew jerks a thumb towards the door. "You all know the drill."

"Oh, come on." Aaron huffs, but the other two immediately stand and make for the door. Realizing he won't win this argument, Aaron joins them and pushes past Andrew on his way out.

"Wait. I want someone to stay," Neil says. His tone of voice says he's calm, but his heart tells another story. Andrew turns to meet his eyes, almost amused at this.

"Oh, don't you trust me, Neil?"

"Hell no."

Well at least he has a bit of sense. "You wound me. Kevin, stay."

Kevin freezes in the doorway and turns a look on Andrew. "Why me?"

"It's only fair, isn't it? Neil's seen me eat you, now you can see me eat him." Andrew explains his reasoning, hoping to repair whatever he'd broken between them early this morning. But he gets no reaction from Kevin, just a giggle from Nicky at his phrasing. Andrew beams him in the back of the head with the TV remote control.

"FUCK!" He exclaims, rubbing a hand over his skull. "Jesus, Andrew you could've killed me."

"Could've. Didn't. Get over it." Andrew shuts the door behind him and turns around. Neil is already sat on the sofa and Kevin seems more nervous than he is.

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WIP Wednesday (2/5) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 277)

"No.” Neil says, shaking his head vehemently at the accusation. Then he realizes he could be lying. “I don't know. I don't think so. Not people, not kids. That's... That's not Stuart's game."

"Game?" Andrew repeats, expression dark.

"Not," Neil lets out a breath, holds his hands up. "Not game. Business."

"That doesn't sound much better."

"I don't know anything about Stuart's… enterprise. Only what he tells me and that's not a hell of a lot. It used to be gambling back in the day, I know that. But now you can play ponies online at home in your fucking pajamas if you want, so that went bust. It was loan-sharking, until a bigger shark showed up and ate all his... clients. Now it could be anything. I don't know. I'm not allowed to know. I just shoot who he tells me and watch Jean's back. That's all I can do."

"Great career choice."

"You say that like I picked it." Neil says with a bitter laugh.

"You didn't?"

"Of course not. What kid wants to be a soldier for the mob when they grow up?"

"Then how did it happen?" Andrew asks, looking genuinely interested in the sordid details of Neil's life. Neil stares at him for a moment, trying to come up with an easy lie. But he doesn’t have one. 

"When Kengo died, Riko beat Jean and me half to death." Neil tells him. And he doesn't know why he feels the need to justify his life to Andrew, but he does. He rolls around in the memory for a moment. "When I finally was able to get up, I snuck off to find Ichirou and bargained for our lives. I asked him to get us away from Riko. So he did. We couldn't play exy anymore, couldn't make him money that way. So he bought us out from under his uncle and gave us to Stuart, who is in charge of his dealings on this side of the water."

Andrew's brows furrow. "He bought you."

"Pretty much. Now we do what we're told and we get to live. Otherwise, we end up like Johnny," Neil says, gesturing to the still-glistening tile he just cleaned. "It's not that bad."

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WIP Wednesday (11/20) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 254)

After a few moments, Neil realizes his hands are shaking in a way they haven't since the Nest. Since Riko used to torture them day and night and day and night and— Neil shakes off every memory Riko's name conjures. Tries his best anyway. Some of them have teeth.

Most of them do.

He shudders and slaps a shaking hand against his neck, squeezing his eyes shut against his thoughts. When Neil finally opens his eyes his reflection looks rabid. Feral. Like he's about to start snapping his teeth. Or maybe like he's about to peel someone's skin off. He looks like Nathan. And it makes him queasy.

The last time Neil saw him, he was fourteen years old and newly tortured. Lola had carved up his arms and dragged him kicking and screaming into his father's house. He'd been expecting to meet a slow, painful death. Instead he met the Master, who shook his head at the state of Neil's arms but dragged him off to the Nest regardless.

Then came Riko and Kevin and Jean.

Jean, his partner, lover, best friend, shield and sword, nurse and roommate. Partner, partner, partner.

Jean, who just took a bullet— two bullets— for him. Neil slams his first against the countertop and revels in the ache. He should be the one lying out there in Kevin's lap, delirious with pain and smashed out of his mind. 

No, Neil tells himself, he should be dead. He should be lying in an alley, cold and lifeless, with a couple of useless detectives from Scotland Yard standing over him taking notes.

But he isn't.

Neil finally pulls himself most of the way together and moves to pick up his work clothes, inspecting them for blood and deeming them washable. He starts to toss them into the bathtub to deal with later, but notices the envelope sticking out of his pocket.

Oh fuck, he's got to call Stuart. Neil lets out a breath and grabs his phone.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hii I'd like to request one serving of Mafia Restaurant :)

Have a much better week and treat yourself to sth nice as well <3

WIP Wednesday (11/13) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 248)

Since Jean and Neil left Kevin has been wringing his hands and pacing the apartment like he's trying to win a record for most laps around the couch. It's what he does when he's nervous. And he always gets this way when he knows Neil and Jean are 'busy' with something. Even when he's back in New York. If he knows something is going down, he can't sleep until they call him back. 

Until he hears both their voices. 

Kevin tries to imagine exactly what's going on where they are. If they're already done and on their way back to him. If everything went smoothly. If it was some sort of ambush... Kevin recalls Neil mentioning a fucking car bomb and almost trips over his own feet.

He rights himself, but bangs his leg on the coffee table in the process. "Fuck." Kevin's voice seems to echo and it creeps him out a bit. Fucking hell, he hates being alone. He hates that the only people he cares about are involved with such dangerous shit. He hates this stupid rug too, he decides as he rubs his leg. The pattern is stupid and the fringe on the edges is all messed up and he almost has to urge to find a comb and straighten it out.

He doesn't have a comb.

But he does straighten the remotes on the coffee table. And stacks up the half dozen copies of National Geographic History that are fanned out on the table. Those make him smile a bit. See, he has a subscription back home. And when he's finished, he mails them to Jean. He's not sure Jean reads them, but it's just something they do. There are a couple copies of Exy Stars at the other end of the table. Kevin is on the cover of one; he slides that one to the bottom of the stack.

He refolds the throw that lives on the back of the couch and drapes it over evenly. And sets Neil's running shoes up against the door. (He kicks them off and leaves them wherever, primarily because it knows it irks Kevin.) When Kevin runs out of things to mess with, he goes into the bedroom and makes the bed. It doesn't look quite right, a bit more rumpled than when Jean does it, but it's fine. It's just a distraction. He tells himself that, then smooths out the wrinkles anyway. Then he collects a glass from the nightstand and goes to put it in the kitchen. And while he's there he considers doing the dishes, but decides he's not that worried.

He shouldn't be worried at all.

Not really.

They do this all the time. This shit is literally in their blood. They're fine, Kevin thinks as he perches on the arm of the chair. He glances up at the clock on the wall, he can hear it ticking and it's pissing him off. It's been forty-five minutes since they left. Neil said they'd be back in half an hour at most.

They're late. Kevin wonders if he should call them to check in and decides against it. They already think he's insane for fussing over them. Instead, Kevin perches himself on the armchair and stares at the door, bouncing his leg a mile a minute as the irritating clock ticks them down.

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this is me hating on winter and being done with people with my emotional support penguins in the background, ofc.

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