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rainbowfic2016-01-18 07:23 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2016-01-18 07:23 am
Under The Bed Black
Name: Sebastian
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Under The Bed Black: 10. Leaky faucet
Word Count: ~550
Warnings: brief mention of medical experimentation (it really is quite brief though)
Summary: Shaun fixes a leaky faucet and gets rewarded for doing so.
Notes: Written based off a prompt thatbookblather gave me.
He sits on the ground, his hands resting on the tools he'd been using to fix the sink. It had only been a leaky faucet but it was something for him to do, to make better for the rest of them and he needed that right now.
He needed to know he could be useful, even if it was only a little, even if it was only in this one, stupid and silly way.
Shaun turns the wrench in his hands, not looking up even as he hears Bobby come into the room, Hel trailing after.
They're talking, nothing in particular just idle chatter as they sat down groceries, but it feels strange, normal and distant at the same time. He wonders if this is his life or if he's back, back with those fucking people in that damned lab and they're pumping drugs in him to make him think he's here.
He can't be sure, can't ever be really, but he knows he doesn't mind this moment. Even if it's a lie, if it's something being fed to him, it could be so much worse that he's willing to lunge for the scrap of contentment.
Bobby comes over, crouching down to peer into the sink. "You manage to get it all fixed then?"
He nods, smiling at him. He's waiting for something, for praise, for a pat on the head and a few kind words and it makes him feel a little sick. Those bastards made him starve for that sort of thing, push and push and push for any hint of touch or praise he could get and even now, it still clings.
Bobby smiles at him and runs a hand through Shaun's hair for a moment. "Good, you did good. You wanna snack?"
And whether he's pandering or not doesn't matter to him. He knows it should, knows that it should make a difference whether he's doing it because he wants to or not but Bobby is the kind of person who would never tell you which way it fell and he's is the kind of person who's too desperate to ask.
He gets to his feet, wandering over to join the other two even though his tools are still sprawled across the kitchen floor. He'll get them in a minute, he just needs to be around them first.
Hel moves, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "Yeah," she agrees. "You did great."
And yes, the two of them have their moments, their violence with each other but she knows what he needs just as much as Bobby does and she can give it to him too, treat him well when she has the mindset and tell him he's managed to please her.
Shit, even in her violent moments, she's praised him for being able to take a punch.
Bobby nudges him a little, holding out an apple. "Go on," he urges. "You deserve it."
He takes it, chomping down and enjoying the sweetness on his tongue. A treat. A treat for doing well. They know it's that kind of day, it's so obvious but he can't stop himself from being grateful, from leaning against Bobby for a moment when he's close and reaching out for Hel, lacing her fingers with his own.
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Under The Bed Black: 10. Leaky faucet
Word Count: ~550
Warnings: brief mention of medical experimentation (it really is quite brief though)
Summary: Shaun fixes a leaky faucet and gets rewarded for doing so.
Notes: Written based off a prompt that
bookblather gave me. He sits on the ground, his hands resting on the tools he'd been using to fix the sink. It had only been a leaky faucet but it was something for him to do, to make better for the rest of them and he needed that right now.
He needed to know he could be useful, even if it was only a little, even if it was only in this one, stupid and silly way.
Shaun turns the wrench in his hands, not looking up even as he hears Bobby come into the room, Hel trailing after.
They're talking, nothing in particular just idle chatter as they sat down groceries, but it feels strange, normal and distant at the same time. He wonders if this is his life or if he's back, back with those fucking people in that damned lab and they're pumping drugs in him to make him think he's here.
He can't be sure, can't ever be really, but he knows he doesn't mind this moment. Even if it's a lie, if it's something being fed to him, it could be so much worse that he's willing to lunge for the scrap of contentment.
Bobby comes over, crouching down to peer into the sink. "You manage to get it all fixed then?"
He nods, smiling at him. He's waiting for something, for praise, for a pat on the head and a few kind words and it makes him feel a little sick. Those bastards made him starve for that sort of thing, push and push and push for any hint of touch or praise he could get and even now, it still clings.
Bobby smiles at him and runs a hand through Shaun's hair for a moment. "Good, you did good. You wanna snack?"
And whether he's pandering or not doesn't matter to him. He knows it should, knows that it should make a difference whether he's doing it because he wants to or not but Bobby is the kind of person who would never tell you which way it fell and he's is the kind of person who's too desperate to ask.
He gets to his feet, wandering over to join the other two even though his tools are still sprawled across the kitchen floor. He'll get them in a minute, he just needs to be around them first.
Hel moves, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "Yeah," she agrees. "You did great."
And yes, the two of them have their moments, their violence with each other but she knows what he needs just as much as Bobby does and she can give it to him too, treat him well when she has the mindset and tell him he's managed to please her.
Shit, even in her violent moments, she's praised him for being able to take a punch.
Bobby nudges him a little, holding out an apple. "Go on," he urges. "You deserve it."
He takes it, chomping down and enjoying the sweetness on his tongue. A treat. A treat for doing well. They know it's that kind of day, it's so obvious but he can't stop himself from being grateful, from leaning against Bobby for a moment when he's close and reaching out for Hel, lacing her fingers with his own.
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He does get it. It takes time and healing but he gets there.
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I especially love this: He can't be sure, can't ever be really, but he knows he doesn't mind this moment. Even if it's a lie, if it's something being fed to him, it could be so much worse that he's willing to lunge for the scrap of contentment.
Marvelous!
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<33333 bouncelgee
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He had it with them and he gets it back, it's just a matter of getting that back after the shit he and Hel go through.