20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?
Amai falls asleep in random places all the time due to the exhaustion of his idol work. Whenever possible, Zombieman always carries hime to a couch or bed, and throws a blanket over him. If not, he always offers his shoulder as a place to rest. He doesn't tell him that, he just says Amai leaned on him while he was asleep.
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Quick note! In this fic, I will be using Amai Mask’s and Child Emperor’s webcomic name and the name @aforrestofstuff created for Zombieman, which is August. Other than that, please enjoy!
WARNING-Webcomic spoilers
Anyway, enjoy Chapter 1!
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“Have you ever wanted a-.”
“No, absolutely not.”
“You didn’t even hear what I was going to ask for.” August finally turns around, opening the large curtains to their shared home. The midday sunlight floods the bedroom, causing Beaut to turn the the other way.
“I know what it is though.” He says.
“But, I think it’s about time.” August says.
He pulls the blankets over his head. “We have Isamu.”
August rolls his eyes. “Isamu is 25 now. He has a family of his own.”
“Still can’t believe he chose Badd’s sister.” He mutters to himself.
“I don’t know what you’re groaning about over there, but it’s eleven. Don’t you have work to do?” August spits into the sink, then washes his toothbrush.
“Yeah.” He groans. “I do.” He drags himself out of the plush comforters of their bed. After giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, Beaut opens the drawer labeled “Morning products” and pulls out four bottles, each with a little number on them. Their peaceful start to their morning was interrupted by a ringing from their bedroom.
“I think that’s mine.” August rushes to the nightstand, and pulls it out of the charger. Beaut puts down the bottle labeled three and follows him there, quickly running over to his side of the nightstand to check if it’s his phone.
“On it.” August puts his phone down. “It’s a monster.”
“Again?”
“Yup.” He pulls out his twin desert eagles from the top drawer of the nightstand. Glancing around the room, looking for the final thing he needs, he bumps into Beaut.
“Looking for this?” He hands him his signature tan trench coat.
“Yeah, thanks.” He quickly pulls it on, and gives his hair a quick ruffle.
Beaut outstretches his arm, and August places his wedding band in the center of his palm. “Don’t lose that.”
“Like I would ever.”
His gaze softens and a small grins cracks across his face.
“Kick ass.” He smirks.
“I’ll be back by lunch.” And with that, he was out the door.
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Beaut finishes up his morning self care, and then sits at his desk staring out the window directly in front of it, tapping the end of his pencil on brown paper.
Nothing was coming to him.
He goes through his gallery of inspiration images, his previous designs, his fabric patterns. Nothing.
He goes and cuddles with their kitten, Maxine, for a while. Nothing.
He goes and makes himself some lunch. Nothing.
He goes and takes a shower. Nothing.
Beaut huffs and slouches in his desk chair, and looks out of the large window he purposely put his desk in front of. Nothing changes, until he catches a glimpse of the old tree that has grown it’s roots right next to the window. Right at the exact moment, a small, yellow bird appears in front of him. It’s yellow and black adorned wings flutter, letting it’s little pinkish-grey feet cling elegantly to the tree branch it perches on. It stares into the house, it’s tiny black eyes bursting with wonder.
“Why hello there.” He leans out the window. It chirps back, hopping closer to Beaut on the branch.
“Well, you seem to be very interested me.” The bird just stares.
“Aren’t you just a cute little thing?” It chirps back once more, and then flies away.
“What a wonderful coincidence.” He starts to draw, vigor flowing through his fingertips.
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