♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

Arrangements

That scene abruptly halts and I get sent it into the next.
"What are you doing?!"I yell into my old apartment,there's a man here and he's breaking things. But I can barely see his face,"Stop."I cry and he throws something else onto the floor. I walk towards him and try to pull him away,I struggle.

He's too strong. "Stop it!!"I shriek with tears in my eyes,
"You think you're so amazing,huh?"his voice is full of conviction and hate,as he twists out of my grip and strikes me.

I back away shocked from the force. My legs seem to keep going backwards,lungs held up tight with my gasp and he stares at me,shocked that. With a trembling hand holding where he hit me,I scream.

So loud everything that's still in tact after his rampage shudders. "Get out!"I scream and he tries to come closer,I keep screaming until I feel my throat go dry. I keep shrieking profanities until I can't even understand them.
He hugs me,whispering his apologies and I keep hitting him,swatting at the arms that force me into his embrace. It looks so gentle but it seems to be pricking my younger self.
Snap.

I'm back into my world. With more answers.

I had a partner.

Who was... abusive. My apartment number is three hundred and two. Somewhere in the city. I think I know where and its official what I'm doing this weekend.
Picking myself up I head into my apartment ready to get to work on my project right after I eat some ramen. Lewis calls me,dropping my bag I clear my throat and stand a little taller even though he can't see me. Pressing accept I start,"Hello,Lewis."

Instead of my boss's deep voice,a choir of laughter is what replies to me. "Hi,Mr White!"

"Oliver! How did you get your father's phone?"I ask heading to the couch,

"We took it while he was showering."Liam answers and the giggling continues,

"So... how are you?"

"Good,thank you. How 'bout you guys?"I ask,imagining them leaned over their dad's phone,grinning like fools even though its only a matter of time before their dad finds them,

"Missing your magic tricks."Oliver says,and I laugh,

"Sorry buddy. In another note what did you have for dinner?"

"Pasta."Liam replies,

"Get it right,Liam! Pasta AND chicken."Oliver corrects and Liam expresses his disinterested,

"Pretty bland for your dad,huh?"

"Not really... he makes the pasta himself,he calls everything else 'store bought stuff'."Oh,how I can see it now. Elijah Lewis cooking cause no else makes it quite like he does,his forearms flexing when he puts pressure into kneading. Insisting on tasting everything,in his pristine kitchen.
Andddd the images just got way too domestic for my celibate liking.

Keep it together,Kris you're literally talking to his kids. "Did you two like it?"

"As much as I can,he cooks it every week."Liam adds and I get up heading to my own kitchen hearing all the food talk. As much as they are so cute,I have to feed myself.

"Does he cook everyday?"I ask,digging my hand into my cupboard in search of instant goodness that doesn't have quite the same effect on my taste buds as it does my stomach.

"Only when he has time,some days he'd rather sit in the drawing room painting."He paints?

I have to physically hold myself from thinking about my boss half naked with paint streaks on defined muscles,gently holding a paint brush intensely focused on the canvas.

Crap,I thought of it anyway. Just as I'm about to ask more,I hear some commotion from the other end,"That's enough you two,time for bed."a voice tells them followed by a series of groans in protest,

I smile warmly at the interaction. Lyria,I wish I could see them right now. "Hello,Kristian."

"Lewis."

"Sorry about disturbing you so late."he hurries to tell me,the first time he's ever sounded nervous around me,

"No problem."I mutter,ripping the packet open and dumping it into boiling water,

"Now is when you're having your dinner?"

"Yes,not everyone can channel their inner chef and cook like you,Lewis."

"Having a point for once."

"Careful,I might not take that lightly."When he starts to laugh I can't help but join him. The more I speak to him the more I see why his kids love him so much. They can't seem to stop talking about him when they get the chance.

"You mean to tell me you really can't cook?"the question makes stare at my entrée of instant goods,

"No,I think I used to be able to."

"Whatever that means. We already had supper- "

"Pasta and chicken,the fancy way. Don't rub it in,Lewis,it makes you seem pretentious. "Just as he's about to answer a chorus of giggles come from his end.

I listen in to their sweet back and forth,as he promises to come and read them a bed time story. It's just now that I've started to crave coming home to something. Whether it be a furry companion or a conversation of little importance. But to find warmth is such a blessing,"I'm coming as soon as I'm done cleaning up the mess you to made."he tells them,

"So I'm a mess now?"

"The greatest of them all,actually."I stifle a scoff under my breath,"I have to go set my boys into bed now."

"Carry on then."

"They want to say goodnight to you."I wait patiently as his foot steps walk up so sort of staircase and a door creaks
open,"Hurry up,you two."

"Bye,Kristian!!"they say in perfect unison,

"Say sorry for troubling him."

"Sorry."Oliver says and Liam yawns,

"Alright,bye and I love you."

"Love you too."Oliver answers sleep getting to him. Soon a door closes and Elijah starts to whisper,

"You love them? Already?"

"Children are very easy to love,Lewis. Their so innocent."I say stirring my noodles with my free hand,walking back to couch.

"True,but it's mostly my children,Red."

"I'll have to agree with you for once,they are adorable. Their dark eyes are so cute,and shiny just like yours and-"I stop myself before I can keep making comments about how his children's cute features are all products of in non negotiable attractiveness.

Pregnant silence stretches between the both of us before he scoffs lightly. I know for a thousand facts he's only letting this slide cause he's sleepy.

"Goodnight,Red."

"...night,Lewis."