Done With Dis World

I've found myself battling the longest and most painful writer's block to ever block. I haven't been able to write a full story, start to finish since 2017. Here you can find drabbles until I can get my act together. Hopefully. Maybe. ㅠㅠ

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Day 15 - First Times

From your first romantic partner to your last, there are a lot of firsts that a person gets to have. First date, first kiss, first trip, first night. All of those big milestones that’s so commonly spoken about.

But what about the smaller firsts? First time one of you remembers the other’s favorite snack while on a work trip. First cuddle on a lazy rainy day. First binging marathon. 

If they had to pick their favorite firsts, they would all have their own cute little story for it. 

Jace’s favorite was the first time his lovers took him to the bird sanctuary two states over.

Jack’s favorite was when Hiccup took him ice skating on the same lake that they shared their first kiss at.

Percy’s favorite was the first Christmas he shared with his family and Nico together.

Carter’s favorite was the day Horus gifted him with a teddy bear that wore a little suit like Horus that would say in Horus’ voice, ‘I’m an idiot. I love you more than the moon and back’.

Though, nothing out right special, those were the moments the four of them fell a little bit more in love with the men that held their hearts for the first time.

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Day 14 - Fairy Tale

Percy snickered as he watched Horus, Nico, and Jace walk out of their changing areas dressed in princely costumes that were hand-picked by Silena and her costume crew of giggling seamsters. It's not that they looked bad, the three of them looked great! It was just...silly, to see the usual businessman, lawyer, and bartender in clothes that stood far from their usual style.

“I’m glad we amuse you,” spoke Nico evenly, brushing off imaginary dirt from his tunic.

“Oh, you look so very handsome,” cooed Percy, kissing Nico’s cheek sweetly.

Jace, from his own mirror, stretched his arms to check the movement. “Remind me again why I agreed to this circus?”

“For the little children in the oncology ward,” answered Alec walking in with his white doctor coat swishing behind him. He looked the three of them over. “Now check if everything fits, so that we can get started!”

“Bossy.”

“At least,” said Carter walking out in a beautiful yellow gown, holding the hem up so he wouldn’t step on it and trip, “you agreed willingly. You guys know I don’t like crowds.”

“Crowds of sick children, less bitching, and more acting,” barked Alec walking out with another swish of his coat.

The five of them watched as the door closed behind the testy doctor.

“What’s wrong with Alec?” asked Percy, looking at Jace.

Jace frowned. “He’s….working on his own happily ever after.”

Nico clapped his hands together, before offering a hand out to Carter. “Well then, let’s get this once upon a time bullshit going.”

Carter placed his hand in Nico’s, but looked at Percy. “And you say he’s romantic? I expected that from Horus.”

“Hey!”

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Day 13 - Feelings

“And how does that make you feel?”

From his spot on his therapist’s couch, Carter shrugged. “Apathetic?”

“Are you asking me? Or telling me?”

“Asking?” Realizing his tone, Carter groaned, dropping his head back on the couch. “I’m telling you. I’m telling you that I have no feelings toward that someone who thought, ‘hmmm, I should record this clearly emotional ball of mess and post it on social media for the world to see with no consideration of the actual person’.”

“An-

“Okay!" he interrupted. "So, maybe I’m not apathetic to it.” He sat back up to look at his therapist. “There may be some anger tied to the whole thing…”

“Some a-

“Fine! More than some!" Carter jumped to his feet and began pacing. "I’m upset that my breakdown has been immortalized without my permission! I don’t care that the OP wrote about the injustices in America and whatever! My breakdown is my breakdown. Not something to be sensationalized or shared with the world!”

His therapist pushed over the tissue box.

“But,” he said with less anger as he reached for a tissue, sinking back into his seat. “I’m also glad that people are seeing the truth...my truth.”

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Day 12 - Dreams

The last few weeks feel as if they were a dream.

Was Sadie really shot?

Did Carter really go viral?

Jack did not realize how long it would take his mind to wrap around everything. He can’t speak for others, but all of it seems almost surreal.

“You okay, Jack?” asked Jaime, holding a water bottle in each hand.

“Better than before,” he answered, accepting a bottle, but no closer to making sense of everything.

Jaime smiled, sitting down on the bench beside him. “How are your friends doing?”

Of course Jamie knew about Sadie and Carter. The whole world saw Sadie's speech at the Black Lives Matter rally, where she delivered powerful words that had left many of them in awe. Jack could never say that he understood what his colored friends go through, but that day...when he listened to her words...

He felt he was beginning to see.

Just a small peak.

It was Carter's video that Jamie had shown him while they were running some errands for the Kane siblings while Sadie had still been in her coma that he was forced to see. His usually strong friend was reduced to body shuddering sobs.

Jack sighed, giving Jamie a weak smile back. “Sadie is awake and Carter says therapy has been helping.”

“That’s good!”

Jack hummed, staring at his unopened water bottle. His thoughts drifting to the fact that Carter should've have to go to therapy.

“Jack?”

“It’s just that,” started Jack, but found himself at a loss of words for a split second. “It’s just that...it all seems like a dream. Ya know? I guess I’m still processing it.”

Jaime nodded, wrapping a friendly arm around Jack’s shoulder. “And that’s okay, buddy.”

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Day 11 - Whump

The soft beeps of Sadie’s heart monitor soothed Carter. In the past, he would’ve thought they would simply build his anxiety, but right now? They were what told him that his baby sister was still alive. That she wasn’t gone.

“She was so beautiful on that stage,” murmured Horus into Carter’s hair as he stared at the surprisingly small woman that he had watched give the best damn speech before she was shot.

“So proud of her,” agreed Percy with his hand on Carter’s back.

“Have the police said anything?” asked Nico, walking in with a vase of blue flowers.

Walt snorted. “Like they would tell us anything?”

And wasn't that the painful truth.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he forced himself to not think about what happened. How he almost lost his baby sister from a police officer thinking she was part of the group who was attacking the rally.

“...I’ll be right back,” said Carter, barely a whisper. He didn’t want to be louder than the heart monitor. He had to make sure he heard it. As he pulled out of Horus’ arms, he squeezed his boyfriend’s hand when Horus didn’t release him immediately.

Once he was out of the room, he walked toward the waiting area where he saw other families getting debriefed by the police.

Not a single officer near Sadie's room.

“Excuse me, sir?” he asked walking closer to an officer.

“Just a second.”

Carter waited until the officer finished speaking to the family, definitely regarding the same situation that had gotten Sadie shot. Five minutes later, the officer finally turned and addressed Carter.

“Can I help you, sir.”

“My baby sister, she’s down that hall, having been shot at today’s rally,” said Carter evenly, not out right stating that it had been an officer who shot her. He heard a few people around them gasp and another whimper, no doubt traumatized.

“I’m sorry to hear-

“Are you?” he interrupted. “One of your Boys in Blue shot her." Despite not wanting to talk about it, he couldn't help it. He didn't want false condolences or insincere words. He wanted answers. "Now, please. Please help me understand why she was shot when she did nothing? Help me understand why she was in the complete opposite direction than your supposed subjects that she was shot. The woman who had just given a speech in honor of the very rally we were celebrating?”

“Sir-

“Don’t interrupt me,” Carter spoke sternly, ignoring that Horus was at his back, a restraining hand on Carter’s chest. “My baby sister is in a fucking coma because you people are so fucking prejudiced.”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to desist, or you will be arrested,” spoke the officer, taking a few steps back, one hand held forward and another resting on the gun on his hip.

“Arrest me? Don't you mean 'shoot me'?" he said almost hysterically. He'd already forgotten about those around them, not giving heir reactions to his words any thought. "Is my grief scaring you?” he continued as his tears began to fall unchecked. “Does my grief make you want to shoot me, too? Does it look like I’m going to endanger your life? It’s not my grief that you should be worried about. But the anger- the rage. The very rage that we’ve been forced to contain because we fear for our safety. You have taken our anger away from us. And now you want to take our grief? ”

Carter sobbed brokenly as all the strength in his legs left him.

“Shit!” cursed Horus, going down with Carter. He may not have been prepared for it, but he was quick to hold Carter close. “I got you, Carter. Cry, baby. I got you.”

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Day 10 - Dark AU

Being black in America is not what it used to be during the time of their parents. During their parents time, they were making history. Fighting for their civil rights. Fighting to be heard. Fighting for hope. Dr. King’s dream that they were to be treated equally was the hope, but still, to this day...the fight continues. The hope that their parents had fought for is still out of reach.

Blacks are dying in the streets.

They’re dying in their cars.

They’re dying in their homes.

And that’s why Sadie said nothing when her brother and his boyfriend decided to go to the rally. Their friends didn’t understand the harshness that they, as blacks or people of color (whatever you wanted to call them!) faced everyday that they didn’t have to consider. To them, the protests the Kanes and Godsons attended were only because of the current elections coming up. They think it is different from the regularly scheduled programming that was a black person’s life.

But, in all honesty, it’s not.

A fight meant a confrontation.

Something loud, violent, and fast.

Blacks were no longer fighting.

Their reality was someone’s else’s darkest nightmares. But don’t think, not for a second that they’ve given up.

They are angry. They are surviving. They are here.

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Day 9 - Time Travel

“Horus, we are not time traveling,” rejected Carter, holding his arms up in the familiar shape of an ‘X’.

“Oh come on, babe! It would be fun!” Horus grinned leaning over. “We can relive our time in the Bahamas.”

“As nice, so very nice, as that would be,” smiled Carter, caressing Horus’ cheek before he snatched Horus’ ear. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

Horus grimaced. “Fine. Ow.”

“Good.” Carter leaned over and kissed Horus’ pouting lips. “Trust me on this.”

“I watch Doctor Who, too. We wouldn’t end up like Rory and Amy!”

Carter blinked, startled at the sudden declaration. “That’s...that’s not why.”

“Then why?”

Sighing, Carter pointed at their bare arms. “Do you see our skin color? This would not work out well for us.”

Horus sighed, cuddling Carter close. “There were times when blacks weren’t insta-slaves.”

Carter shook his head. “I don’t want to risk it. Horus, we’re in a time where we should be free and treated the same. But we’re not. I am terrified of the police. The police . The people who swear to protect the innocent, and yet, I get judged immediately because I don't look like neighborhood!Brad with his sour cream colored skin. ”

Horus nodded, understanding exactly where Carter was coming from. He’d be lying if he didn’t say that his heart didn’t race when a police car is behind him in traffic. Or when he was coming home late and entering their own apartment building.

Of course, they couldn’t actually time travel, but the thought of it would be fun. Until you realize that even in the past, you’d still be judged based simply on your skin color left a bad taste in his mouth.

Pulling Carter closer, he hummed. “I get it...I get it.”

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Day 8 - Colors

Bruises were a funny thing. Unlike a tan, the coloring it gave a person wasn’t very flattering. Even Horus, as handsome and fit as the man was, looked horrible with his purple, blue, and yellow bruise.

“Stop looking at it,” chortled Horus, well aware of Carter’s eyes.

“But...it’s hard not to look at it.”

“Well, you’re making me self-conscious.”

Humming, Carter looked away, but only for a moment.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to Hiccup? I mean, yeah, he’s scrawny. But you guys forget. He’s a vet who wrestles with animals...for fun .”

Horus shook his head. “No. It’s fine.”

“Horus-

“Carter.” Holding up his good arm, the injured man waved Carter to join him on their bed, tucking his reluctant love in his good side. “You do know this has nothing to do with you? Right?”

Carter sat up, a tad too fast as he jostled a grunt from Horus. “Sorry. But what do you mean it’s not my fault? I tol-

“Nope. No. You are not going to blame yourself for this. Hiccup and I talked about what happened a few nights ago. He called me on Tuesday. But this ?” he gestured to his ribs. “ This is not on you.”

Carter frowned. Seeing that Carter didn't believe him, Horus decided to change tactics.

"Fine," he sighed. "If this is your fault, then-

Carter slapped a hand over Horus' mouth, glaring. "I told you to stop bringing that up. You're not to be blamed for...that!"

"See," chuckled Horus after he moved Carter's hand. "If that wasn't my fault, then this isn't your's. Okay?"

It took a while for Carter to stop frowning, and Horus counted the argument won when Carter deflated and laid back down.

See, Bruises were a funny thing. They discolored unmarred skin in an unflattering way of healing. The colors battling for the right to be seen through skin in a mockery of a soon to be healthy spot.

Weren't they funny?

[promptsblog]

A mannequin comes to life, you fall in love, get married and are even able to conceive children naturally. Then, without warning, they turn back into a mannequin. Slowly, you move on with your life and even remarry, but can never bring yourself to get rid of the mannequin. One day, years later…

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...you can’t remember why the mannequin looked familiar. You tell your great grandkids that you used to have a lover, a lover that looked just like the mannequin. Same skin color. Same height. Same hair style. But you can’t remember why you still have the mannequin. Who did it remind you of? 

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Day 7 - Sports

Horus groaned from his spot on the grass. He’d just been tackled for the nth time and he’s pretty sure he’s bruised some ribs with this latest fall.

“Did you kill him, Haddock?” grumbled Clarisse, squatting at his side and reaching to feel for a pulse.

“Fuck you, La Rue,” groaned Horus, slowly raising his hands to cover his side where he felt bruised ribs.

“Guess not,” she chuckled, eyebrow raising as the normally infallible man hissed. “What’s wrong?”

Between the two of them, they raised his shirt and showed off a bruise marring Horus’ rib cage. Clarisse stared at the large bruise, before she looked to Horus.

“Bad?” he asked.

“I think so. Don’t move.” Turning around, she shouted. “Haddock! Get your ass over here!”

Hiccup jogged over, green eyes falling on the bruise immediately. “Oh.”

“Didn’t think you had it in you, fishbone.”

“Still from viking heritage,” he answered, squatting and running gentle fingers over the bruise expertly. “Nothing feels broken.”

“No, they’re just bruised,” agreed Horus.

“Know what a broken rib feels like?” asked Clarisse a little surprised, helping Horus stand.

“Yes.” Horus said nothing more as he got to his feet and walked off of the field, leaving Hiccup and Clarisse watching him walk over to a laughing Carter who was oblivious to the whole pickup game of football.

“He may be an idiot,” said Clarisse, turning away and looking up at Hiccup who stayed silent. “But he really loves Carter.”

They winced when they saw Carter's face fall. “What the hell happened?!”

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Day 6 - Kids

“Of all of the shittiest things you could’ve done,” groused Carter, eyeing Hiccup as he rubbed an ointment to help with Horus’ new bruise.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose,” Hiccup replied, handing Horus one of the many bottles of water Percy brought for the picnic.

“You didn’t , huh?” Carter gave him a pointed look over Horus’ head.

“No. ”

For the first time since Carter told him to sit, Horus spoke up. Catching Carter’s hand that was distributing the ointment, he pulled Carter to stand in front of him. He gently squeezed tense hands as he stared into worried hazel.

“Carter, it’s okay. I’m not bleeding, nothing is broken, and Hiccup and I understand each other. There was no ill-will.”

Carter stared at the two of them, then threw his hands in the air, the ointment flying out of his hand and hitting Nico. “Children! The both of you!”

Horus and Hiccup watched the shorter man storm off, snapping at Nico to fuck off. Nico walked over to them with the ointment, a bit confused.

“What did you two do? He’s not normally this cranky.”

From behind Horus and Hiccup, Jace spoke up from where he was fixing himself a burger. “They acted like kids on the playground...Idiots.”

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Day 5 - Sound

Horus grinned, marking the road trip as a success. He’d also made sure to mark down everything that he wanted to make sure he remembered in his phone, with reminders starting a month or so out. Nico was right, he was unromantic. And that needed to change.

Carter was his everything, and he deserved nothing but Horus’ best.

“Horus?”

“Hm?”

Hands not his own, cupped his face and pulled it away from the menu he’d been looking over for their breakfast. A soft, chaste kiss landed on his lips. Horus blinked in surprise as for the first time since he fucked up, he felt Carter’s lips on his own.

“What was that for?”

Carter grinned. “Because, I love you.”

Nothing sounded more beautiful than when Carter tells him, “I love you”.

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Day 4 - Road Trip

“You want to do what?” asked Carter, looking out from the fridge to where Horus stood in the kitchen doorway.

His boyfriend had just gotten home from work, walked into their kitchen entrance, and made a declaration.

“Let’s go on a road trip,” repeated Horus, grinning.

Carter blinked, looking down at the ground beef in his hands. “Don’t you hate road trips?”

“With a passion,” agreed Horus walking in, putting his suit jacket on the back of one of the chairs by the table.

“Then why are you suggesting road trips?” Backing out of the fridge, he brought the meat and an assortment of veggies to the prep stand in the middle of the kitchen.

“Because,” hummed Horus, coming behind Carter and putting both hands on the stand on both sides of Carter’s hips. Like this, Carter could feel the heat from Horus’ body and smell the faint scent of the business man’s cologne. “I’m an idiot. A dumbass. An idiotic dumbass.”

“What?” frowned Carter, looking over his shoulder. His eyes took in the strong jaw and sun kissed skin that he wanted to kiss. But he held himself back. He may be speaking to Horus again, but he hasn’t fully forgiven Horus for the Anniversary Incident.

“Carter,” sighed Horus, resting his forehead on Carter’s shoulder. “I want to take you on a road trip, because I love you and you love road trips. And…and I fucked up.”

"....oh."

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Day 3 - Coffee Shop

“You forgot your anniversary?” asked Nico, eyes wide as he lowered his cafe latte. “Again?”

Horus groaned, his head laying uselessly on his arms.

“You’re already as unromantic as...hell, I don’t even know what to compare you too. That’s how unromantic you are.”

“Nico, seriously?” sighed Horus, peeking out from his crossed arms. “You’re not really helping me feel better about this.”

“And you shouldn’t.” Nico shook his head. “With all the crap that Carter goes through because of you. The least you can do is remember your anniversary .”

Sitting up, Horus’ brow furrowed. “What do you mean? What crap does he have to deal with?”

“Besides it being you?” deadpanned Nico, taking a sip of his latte. “Dude, your mother keeps hounding him to break up with you. Supposedly you’re meant for ‘more’. And then it’s your homophobic neighbors that bother him almost daily. Why do you think he doesn’t work from home anymore?”

At Horus’ shocked face, Nico’s eyebrow raised.

“Are you- seriously? You didn’t know?”

Horus shook his head, eyes staring at his cell phone where a picture of a happy Carter smiled up at him in a field of sunflowers. Carter claimed he hated the picture from their last summer vacation, but Horus loved it. The sun in the background almost putting a glare through the whole picture except Carter’s happiness shined brighter than any sun could hide.

“I’m an idiot. A dumbass. An idiotic dumbass.”

“Yes.”

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Day 2 - Hurt/Comfort

Horus knew he did stupid things. His lovely partner never failed to remind him at least once daily.

Of course, Horus knew it came from a place of love. Which was the only reason why he never got mad when Carter would mumble ‘idiot’ under his breath or ‘dumbass’ after his more spectacular moments. As each time was spoken with affection.

However, what did make him angry, was when Carter was upset or hurt.

Horus knew his little love was upset since Carter has ignored him since they’ve woken up over four hours ago. At first, Horus hadn’t noticed since he was nursing a hangover, but now he’s mostly recovered.

The silence was deafening.

Instead of their teasing commentary and reminders of groceries they needed to get, Carter was reading on their balcony, headphones in. Nothing unusual, but...again...it’s too quiet.

Horus sighed heavily as he went into the kitchen. “What the hell happened?”

He needed to fix whatever he did, and he needed to fix it quick.

His eyes landed on a cake container sitting on the counter. "Cake?"

Walking over to it, he could see from the clear top that the cake wasn’t there any longer, but the sticker on the top had words on it.

Words that made his blood run cold.

“Happy anniversary, Horus! I love you, 3000.”

“Fuuuuuuuck me,” he whined, dropping his head down.

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Day 1 - Annoyance

Groaning, Carter Kane tampered down the urge to throw his phone at the wall. He should’ve seen this coming, and hates himself just a tiny bit for it even getting this far. It wasn’t the first time his idiot of a boyfriend forgot their anniversary.

You would think that by the fifth year Horus would get with the program.

Silly him.

“Well, fuck him,” grumbled Carter looking at Horus’ favorite cake that he’d ordered from that one bakery on Third and the case of Horus’ favorite beer next to it. “More for me.”

Putting his phone down (gently), he snatched up Horus’ gifts and walked into the living room. Cuing up his latest comedy on Netflix, he turned it into an evening for him. Didn’t matter that he preferred marble cake over red velvet or that the beer was more bitter than he preferred.

Carter was going to enjoy himself.

As the opening theme began to play, his cell phone in the kitchen showed a text from Horus saying, “Going out with the guys!”  before it darkened.