R-16 ficlet-"Domestic Bliss"
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luchiaTITLE: Domestic Bliss
CHARACTERS: Aptsan, His MOM (stepmom but it's funnier that way), and Reed. Hints of Aptsan/Reed (or whatever) BECAUSE IT'S FULLY CANON. god I love getting to say that...
SUMMARY: Felt like typing up the most trauma-inducing part of his backstory. Because I'm sadistic.
WHY TO READ IT: ...see why Aptsan's obsessed with being touched? It's R-16?!
WHY NOT TO READ IT: "CREEPY GORY GORY GORY NASTY ICKY BAAD WHAT THE HELL APTSAN EWWWWW" sums it up nicely, I think...*whistles innocently*
DOMESTIC BLISS.
It was so dark he didn’t even see a difference any more.
Clad in nothing but boxers, he lay in a cold black bed, curled in on itself like he wished to be a nautilus shell, getting smaller and smaller as the spiral twisted inwards.
It was dark, and it was a cold that seeped into his blood, and there was nothing in the room but him and the night, until SHE swung open the door.
Searing light scorched a jagged line across the plain white sheets. “Get up, boy. It’s midnight, and I want you out of the house.”
“I remember our agreement, MOTHER,” he said spitefully, ears twitching in agitation.
“You’re a smart boy, then,” she said, and threw a wrapped-up bundle into his chest, making him flinch. The slice of artificial sunlight widening abruptly as she stepped aside from the doorway. “That was my side of the deal. Now…?”
He considered. “No, not yet.” He smiled, because she hated it when he smiled. “We’re not out of the house yet, are we?”
“Tell me now, and you will be soon enough,” she countered. “All I want is that little bit of information, Aptsan…just that one little number…”
“I’m seven, not an idiot,” he frowned. “And it’s not a little number anyway.”
Someone shifted quietly in the hallway.
Golden eyes, lit by the lamps in the hallway, stared down the shadowed lilac of his stepmother. “There’s nothing recording in here, so why don’t we skip the extra time in the hall and do it now?”
She paused. Oh, she was never a stupid woman, and he didn’t expect her to be.
“Fine,” she said dotingly, smiling because he hated it when she smiled. Her heels clanked against the metal floor as she strode into the meat locker, hands on her delicate white-clad hips.
“Close the door. Someone could come wandering.”
She frowned, but complied.
And in the full darkness, his true element, her head smashed into the just-clicking latch, light purple hair feeling a bit more sticky than normal, a bit colder than it had before her life had started to seep out of her skull.
“Come now, Mother dearest,” Aptsan found himself laughing as her hand stuttered its way through the air, reaching for only death knows what. “You can put up a better fight than THIS!” She hissed at him, curses so old they didn’t even need words.
He kneeled down next to her larger, perfectly sculpted figure, tiny hands wrapping around her smooth throat. “After all this time, all these big words and bigger bodyguards and biggest betrayals, THIS is all you have?”
With a final burst of strength, her fingers tangled in the thin, beautiful metal thread of his left earring. Choking, she yanked it out of his cartilage, a triumphant smirk on her fear-stricken face as she let the hand drop back down.
Aptsan shrieked, and saw red because it fucking HURT it hadn’t been out since he was a baby and this BITCH who was taking his mother’s place in the clan had the nerve to do it.
When his vision restored, he nearly gagged at whatever was in his mouth. He spit it out, and caught eyes with the very bloody corpse that stared at him in absolute terror, half her throat missing, the blood gurgling out of it slowly spreading across the floor.
He woke up gagging.
“Morning, Aptsan,” Reed called from the bathroom, already half-dressed with a toothbrush in his mouth. To Aptsan's secret delight, his hair was still untied, falling down like a frayed black silk scarf. To his secret dismay, the glasses were back on, hiding his eyes with a neon glare. "Sleep okay?"
"Fine, as usual," he lied. They both knew it was a lie, but tradition was tradition. The only one they comforted was Rurniel, as he was the only one who wouldn't have his honor (Aptsan) or badass-ness (Reed, as viewed by Aptsan) impugned. "You?"
"Fine." Ignoring the fact he'd actually felt Reed get up in the middle of the night to pace.
But, tradition was tradition.
"So, is he up yet?" Aptsan asked, fingers absently going to the silver studs set in his ear.
"I don't think he even slept," Reed smiled thinly. Aptsan smiled back, because that's what they did for each other.
He sighed, stretching in bed. "Well then, guess we'll have to sit on him until he passes out, eh?"
"He'll learn some day," Reed said, and up went the hair, tied expertly in that long red ribbon he cherished.
They lied for tradition, and principle, and maybe a little bit of hope.
But the smiles were just themselves.
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...I don't like it but you'll yell at me so I'll just shut up and go to bed.
--
...why's this by itself and not in Twilight?
BECAUSE I SAID SO.
and maybe because I'm a freak with my timeline-ness shut up
CHARACTERS: Aptsan, His MOM (stepmom but it's funnier that way), and Reed. Hints of Aptsan/Reed (or whatever) BECAUSE IT'S FULLY CANON. god I love getting to say that...
SUMMARY: Felt like typing up the most trauma-inducing part of his backstory. Because I'm sadistic.
WHY TO READ IT: ...see why Aptsan's obsessed with being touched? It's R-16?!
WHY NOT TO READ IT: "CREEPY GORY GORY GORY NASTY ICKY BAAD WHAT THE HELL APTSAN EWWWWW" sums it up nicely, I think...*whistles innocently*
DOMESTIC BLISS.
It was so dark he didn’t even see a difference any more.
Clad in nothing but boxers, he lay in a cold black bed, curled in on itself like he wished to be a nautilus shell, getting smaller and smaller as the spiral twisted inwards.
It was dark, and it was a cold that seeped into his blood, and there was nothing in the room but him and the night, until SHE swung open the door.
Searing light scorched a jagged line across the plain white sheets. “Get up, boy. It’s midnight, and I want you out of the house.”
“I remember our agreement, MOTHER,” he said spitefully, ears twitching in agitation.
“You’re a smart boy, then,” she said, and threw a wrapped-up bundle into his chest, making him flinch. The slice of artificial sunlight widening abruptly as she stepped aside from the doorway. “That was my side of the deal. Now…?”
He considered. “No, not yet.” He smiled, because she hated it when he smiled. “We’re not out of the house yet, are we?”
“Tell me now, and you will be soon enough,” she countered. “All I want is that little bit of information, Aptsan…just that one little number…”
“I’m seven, not an idiot,” he frowned. “And it’s not a little number anyway.”
Someone shifted quietly in the hallway.
Golden eyes, lit by the lamps in the hallway, stared down the shadowed lilac of his stepmother. “There’s nothing recording in here, so why don’t we skip the extra time in the hall and do it now?”
She paused. Oh, she was never a stupid woman, and he didn’t expect her to be.
“Fine,” she said dotingly, smiling because he hated it when she smiled. Her heels clanked against the metal floor as she strode into the meat locker, hands on her delicate white-clad hips.
“Close the door. Someone could come wandering.”
She frowned, but complied.
And in the full darkness, his true element, her head smashed into the just-clicking latch, light purple hair feeling a bit more sticky than normal, a bit colder than it had before her life had started to seep out of her skull.
“Come now, Mother dearest,” Aptsan found himself laughing as her hand stuttered its way through the air, reaching for only death knows what. “You can put up a better fight than THIS!” She hissed at him, curses so old they didn’t even need words.
He kneeled down next to her larger, perfectly sculpted figure, tiny hands wrapping around her smooth throat. “After all this time, all these big words and bigger bodyguards and biggest betrayals, THIS is all you have?”
With a final burst of strength, her fingers tangled in the thin, beautiful metal thread of his left earring. Choking, she yanked it out of his cartilage, a triumphant smirk on her fear-stricken face as she let the hand drop back down.
Aptsan shrieked, and saw red because it fucking HURT it hadn’t been out since he was a baby and this BITCH who was taking his mother’s place in the clan had the nerve to do it.
When his vision restored, he nearly gagged at whatever was in his mouth. He spit it out, and caught eyes with the very bloody corpse that stared at him in absolute terror, half her throat missing, the blood gurgling out of it slowly spreading across the floor.
He woke up gagging.
“Morning, Aptsan,” Reed called from the bathroom, already half-dressed with a toothbrush in his mouth. To Aptsan's secret delight, his hair was still untied, falling down like a frayed black silk scarf. To his secret dismay, the glasses were back on, hiding his eyes with a neon glare. "Sleep okay?"
"Fine, as usual," he lied. They both knew it was a lie, but tradition was tradition. The only one they comforted was Rurniel, as he was the only one who wouldn't have his honor (Aptsan) or badass-ness (Reed, as viewed by Aptsan) impugned. "You?"
"Fine." Ignoring the fact he'd actually felt Reed get up in the middle of the night to pace.
But, tradition was tradition.
"So, is he up yet?" Aptsan asked, fingers absently going to the silver studs set in his ear.
"I don't think he even slept," Reed smiled thinly. Aptsan smiled back, because that's what they did for each other.
He sighed, stretching in bed. "Well then, guess we'll have to sit on him until he passes out, eh?"
"He'll learn some day," Reed said, and up went the hair, tied expertly in that long red ribbon he cherished.
They lied for tradition, and principle, and maybe a little bit of hope.
But the smiles were just themselves.
---------
...I don't like it but you'll yell at me so I'll just shut up and go to bed.
--
...why's this by itself and not in Twilight?
BECAUSE I SAID SO.
and maybe because I'm a freak with my timeline-ness shut up
