New Dad Corazon and Teen Law Fic: Why did a Tray Full of Blue Cupcakes give Corazón a Mini Heart Attack?
AU| Fluff| Parent Corazón and Teen Law| And Belle-Mère is here to fuel the author's Corazón and Belle-Mère are bestie agenda.
Being a parent is a tough job, especially when you are clumsy Corazón and your child is a teen brat who is born with the galaxy brain of a genius. One fine afternoon, when the tall blonde is busy working on a tattooing job, his teenager arrives with a tray full of blue cupcakes and a cheeky shit-eating grin carved on his face. The teen wants to announce something.
What could it be?
Can Corazón handle the truth?
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The tall blonde tattoo artist was hunched over as he worked on his client's sunburnt arm with the inking gun. The tall woman with mohawk pink hair was comfortably lying and chatting away while the needles injected her skin with new colour.
It was late in the afternoon, and the tattoo parlour was relatively empty. The three assistants were out for lunch and wouldn’t return until early evening because that’s when impulsive and reckless clients dropped in. On top of it being the weekday, the footfall was still thin during the daytime. On weekdays, clients who came to Studio Rosi came for the blonde man’s expertise. It was hard to catch him on weekends as he preferred to spend those days with his teenager. So those who knew all came for him on the weekdays.
They were either visiting for a smaller customised art job, or were his recurring clients or people seeking consultation before getting larger artwork done. At the end of the day, a human was a human body, not a replaceable canvas. Understanding everything about tattoos and aftercare before getting one was the wiser move, always. Talking with clients and understanding their vision always helped when he sat down to design for them.
“Hey Rosi, mind if I smoke?” The pink-haired woman who was lying on the bed stopped her chitter-chatter to ask this. She wiggled a bit, after all, she was in her 40s now, and staying in the same position for a while caused aches. The tattoo gun got turned off as one wrong movement could cause a scar. “I got some imported stuff!” She flashed a toothy grin and pulled out a packet of expensive cigarettes from the puffy pockets of her old cargo and faded pants with her free hand. “It is strong.”
“Oi…” The blonde man sighed, setting aside the gun. They had been retouching her decade-old tattoo for forty-five minutes, so he saw it as an opportunity to take a break. Then he stretched his well-crafted arms and did some quick pain-relieving exercises for his wrists and elbows. “You are exploiting your working privilege in the customs department, Belle. If you continue this, they will dig up your farm, thinking you are hiding stolen items there.”
“Good, I will get some free labour. Finding people who can till the land is rare. I need to save a bit more to get the latest VegaPunk Tractor.” The client sat up and then looked at her arm. “Who knew working on a farm for three years under the sun would fade my colourful tattoo of ten years?”
The blonde man ignored her chattering, giving her another scolding. “Be careful, you worked hard to buy that farm and retain a 9-5 job. Don’t fuck it up over a pack of cigs!”
“Rosi! I deserve little good things too, I was on the battlefield for those damn 20 years. A little box of cigs nicked from the department won’t be noticed. People take stuff all the time. Ouch…” Before she could speak more, the tattoo artist flicked her forehead. There was no reasoning with the brutes, the man thought.
“Give me one, your imported cigarettes.” Then he added, “You should’ve retired when I did, brat.”
At the same time, the phone rang, and the pink-haired woman paused from replying and herself from fishing out a cigarette to answer her call. “Hello, Belle-Mère speaking.” She put the caller on speaker as she felt too lazy to hold it with her hands.
“Am I speaking with Retired Colonel Belle-Mère. Currently working at Custom as HR Support.”
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