#rushing my fences bc hes just soooo pretty

[cryingovershance]

prvttybvy replied to your post “I was kinda see-sawing on whether or not to post this, since it’s part...”

are u writing a part 2 because i really like this

Okay, okay, yes. Definitely. In fact, this was kind of the part two, itself. It was a spin off of the original work, bc I had that scene and it didn’t connect and fit in with the timeline, so that part itself is like. It’s own thing. I don’t think I’ll be writing out their “not date” but who really knows?

As for the original work for the tw au... Yeah. Imma do it. I know it’s been over a month, but I kinda... got distracted. Um. I do this dumb thing where I create a fuck ton of wips and sometimes finish them, and othertimes just stare at them until something else goes ‘hey! write me!’, but I plan on getting everything I wanted done for the shance and ironically, tw fandom unlike snk, so don’t? worry too, too much?

But thank you for asking. Reminded me to work on, gave me a bit of a boost there. Soooo, in case you’re ever curious, you CAN ask about it, I’d talk about teen wolf (as fucking awful as the show is, and how little it deserves my love) and/or this au until my mouth popped off, so, don’t hesitate. 

ANYWAY. This got out of hand. But I’ll include a read-me with a little thing cut from the main work for your time and effort if you wanna check it out. No Shiro yet and heavy on the Hunk & Lance friendship (that’ll be a serious focus in here, fair warning), but. Here’s something. 

tl;dr - yep, still writing it, sorry it’s taking a long time, but if you wanna snippet of the main work it’s under the cut

“That’s not the point,” he mumbles, frowning at the police radio since he can’t do it at Hunk, who snorts again and Lance has to rush to continue with what the actual point is. “What I’m trying to say is that I heard something pretty interesting with it.”

                 Ever the wonderful, indulging friend that he is, Hunk lets out a hum to prompt him into elaborating further, “Oh?”

                 He almost wants to draw this out and make Hunk guess at what he overheard, at what a 10-54 meant, but he knows that if they wasted time doing this, they aren’t going to have time for what he’s planned next. Knowing this, he shifts his phone to his shoulder so he could use both hands to pull on his socks before dropping his voice to a low whisper. They might not have the time for him to raise the tension, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be a little dramatic.

                 “A body.”

                 Okay, so maybe bodies weren’t small things for everything to start with, but comparatively, it was practically nothing. Besides, how was Lance supposed to know that a possible dead guy would lead to –

                 “A what?!” Ah, now Hunk sounded more awake. Good. He’s going to need all that energy with all the running around they’re about to do.

                 Once his other shoe is on, he stands up and takes his phone into his hand again to give his neck a rest. Pausing right before his bedroom door, he keeps his voice soft, quiet, knowing that if he’s going to do this, he is going to need to be absolutely silent, which meant he has to keep all phone conversation in his room and not down the halls where it could potentially wake anyone up. “You heard me. Now get dressed, there’s no way I’m going to find it all on my own.”

                 “What?”

                 Lance ignores the interruption and presses on, “Don’t worry about the flashlights and what not, I’ve got that covered. Just meet me on your back porch, I’ll be there in ten minutes since I’m going to have to walk. Your house is closer as it is.”

                 Though he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, long enough that Lance pulls his phone away from his ear to check if he’s still there, Hunk does end up asking, “Closer to… where?” At least he’s not arguing.

                 “The woods,” Lance grins at the squawk that comes through his phone, but doesn’t let it turn into a protest. “So grab your jacket, because I hear it’s gonna be chilly.”

                 Grabbing his backpack and ending the call, Lance slips out of his room and heads for the backdoor, the farthest from the bedrooms and the quietest door, before Hunk can even get the chance to form any kind of logical reason on how this is going to be shitty idea. Lance knows it is, but he doesn’t care. There’s a body out there and he’s going to find it.

               (The woods. He should have started to pick up on things there. It’s so obvious.)

               “That’s not a jacket.”

                 Lance and Hunk have been close friends (best friends) for long enough that they don’t have to start their conversations with a greeting anymore, especially not if they’ve been expecting the other. Hunk doesn’t even question his lack of hello, opting instead to look down at his outfit which doesn’t include a fucking jacket. It’s a long-sleeved (kinda – it goes past his elbows but not even all the way to his wrists) yellow shirt and a green vest thrown over it, collar popped high. Lance specifically told him to grab a jacket.

                 Hunk frowns, plucking at the hem of his vest and shrugs. “I’ll be fine, it’s not that cold. What about you?” He doesn’t have to gesture at Lance’s choice of attire, staring pointedly at it instead. “That doesn’t look like it’ll keep you very warm.”

                 “At least it zips!” Lance scoffs, tugging at his lapels to straighten his admittingly thin jacket against him. “Which is more than yours can do.”

                 “Right,” Hunk says, though to describe his tone as an agreement would be kind of inaccurate. It’s more to pacify Lance than anything, and had it been anyone else, Lance would have assumed he meant it mockingly. Even still, he crosses his arms, saying nothing in return.

 Hunk rolls his eyes and turns to double-check that his door is locked before he steps down to stand next to his friend. “What’s our plan?” He asks once he and Lance are on the same level and Lance has abandoned his pouting for searching through his backpack for Hunk’s flashlight. His attempt at turning the conversation back to their main goal is as effective as it always is.

 “Simple. The woods are big, the police are going to start at the north-west side and slowly fan out, but we,” Lance pauses to slap the back of his hand against Hunk’s chest to emphasize the word, grin way too excited for how late it is. “Are going to start on the south-western border, which is coincidentally closer, and simply loop around them when we run into the search party. Sound easy enough?”

                 “Not really…” Hunk mumbles under his breath, stretching out the word, but Lance pays it no mind as he starts to lead them towards the woods. They still need to walk through the neighborhood a bit until they get to the back of it, cross the field that’s hidden behind the fences that surround the houses, and boom – they’ll be at the Preserve.

                 By the time they’re there, Lance is a lot more excited to see what they’re going to find. Truth be told, they live in a pretty small town, which means two things. One, that while not everyone knows each other, there’s a high chance that this body is going to be someone they recognize. Two, they don’t get a lot of criminal excitement around these parts, so even with knowing that this body’s likely going to be someone he knows, the idea of seeing an actual corpse kind of outweighs everything else.

                 Besides, who else can say they’ve seen a dead person? Certainly no one at his school. Not yet anyway. He is (and Hunk, of course) going to be the first.

                 As he stops at the tree line to pull out some spare batteries for each of them in case they get separated or he loses his bag, Lance tries to remember what he overheard on that radio. “Alright. The descriptions are saying something about late adolescent, male, so he’s going to be around our age or a little older. I think someone mentioned that he was short?” He expects Hunk to snort at his lack of confirmation, but there’s no response. He glances up to see that Hunk’s still there, but instead focused on staring into the forest, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “What is it, man?”

                 There’s hesitation in Hunk’s answer, enough of falter to make Lance straighten up, fingers curling tightly against the batteries in his palm. “I don’t know… Something just seems off about this suddenly. Like, I feel like I should find this guy familiar.”

                 And that’s… that’s kind of weird, but Lance doesn’t point that out. Hunk’s probably just starting to work up his paranoia. Lance was waiting for that to happen.

                 Pulling up some false bravado, Lance punches him lightly in the shoulder and keeps his tone light, “Don’t worry about it! I doubt we’ll even recognize who it is. I mean, there’s at least five hundred other kids in our school alone, and he could have already graduated, so we probably don’t even know him.”

                 Though he doesn’t read very satisfied with Lance’s attempt at comfort, Hunk does take a long breath in to let go of the tension that was apparently staring to build in his shoulders and sends him a glance, smiling weakly. “Yeah. Maybe, I guess I’m just kinda anxious.”

                 “Don’t be.” Lance holds his gaze, tipping his chin downward to put seriousness into his next words as he hands Hunk his batteries and rests his palm on his forearm. “Nothing is going to happen.”

                 Famous last words.

[six-demon-bag]

Daniel Brühl by Marius Knieling for SLEEK Magazine (2019) (x)