#sonfics

AU. I couldn’t dothis in the canon. Don’t judge me. T-rated for talk of sexytimes.The person who requested this didn’t specify a ship which means I have toassume they meant LaFerry, even though I feel like this song is more suited forHollstein. This was tough – it didn’t and still doesn’t feel very LaFerry-ishbut I did my best, and I hope you enjoy it!

They met at a college party. Perry was a German major from SilasUniversity, Floor Don, and dressed in a flower dress under a black blazer, hairfalling over one shoulder like a mass of tangible fire.

LaFontaine was from a neighbouring school, studying Biology, known as ageneral troublemaker. They’d set off the fire-alarm four times already thisyear alone.

Perry was supervising the Zeta party. LaFontaine had been invited by theZetas because they were “like a bro” according to Kirsch and “needed to getlaid” according to Theo. They spotted each other as Perry stood behind the barto get a good view, chatting with the bartender, and LaF came to get a drink.

The curly mass and bright eyes caught them immediately, and instead ofcarrying the drink back to their friends, they sat down and started sipping itslowly, all the while gazing at her.

Perry, who still wasn’t sure of her sexuality (or if she even wantedsexual relations at all) felt suddenly intrigued by this mystery person shecouldn’t determine the gender of. Maybe she wasn’t gay or straight, maybe sheliked people who didn’t look like either boys or girls at all. Either way, shefinally knew what people talked about when they saw a stranger at a party andjust wanted them.

So naturally, she ignored her instinct telling her to go hide in abathroom, downed a shot of vodka and approached them.

They didn’t speak for more than twenty minutes before they were headedoff to Perry’s dorm.

It didn’t take long for either of them to figure out that they werecompletely wrong for each other. But also, so right. They were different. Perryloved order, LaFontaine was a walking mess. LaF loved adventures andrisk-taking, and Perry was a religious rule-follower. Opposites attract, butthey could never get along. Perry had thought that she wanted a stablerelationship in her life, but she was forced to admit to herself that she waswrong. This may not have been whatshe had thought she wanted, but it was definitely what she needed.

It wasn’t a real relationship by any definition. It was rough,oftentimes hurried and raw. They barely knew each other. They knew each other’sgeneral reputation. They didn’t know any personal stories, they had no sharedsecrets. They just knew each other’s bodies like the back of their hands.

Most of the time, LaFontaine would come to Perry’s dorm on weekends andsneak back out in the morning. Other times, Perry did, but not as often. Shewas more hesitant about the whole thing, even though they never discussed it.The sex was great, if nothing else for her mental health – the tension thatleft her after a night with LaFontaine could compare to no therapy she’d evertried out.

Yet, she worried. She wanted to be normal, sure (and she knew a lot ofpeople with similar relations. Laura and Carmilla, Danny and Kirsch, Kirsch andWill), but she also wanted to be proper.Or, as proper as one could be when going to a university like Silas.

She loved it when adults spoke to her like one of them. But they wouldask her about her love life, and she would smile and shrug and remember themany hickeys underneath her turtleneck, and she would feel the shame creep upfrom the pit of her stomach.

She liked LaF, she really did, but she knew they weren’t serious. It was just the fact that shewanted something serious. But deep down she knew that she would never be ableto let go of LaF, either. They were the best stress-relief she had ever happenedupon in her life.

She’d still tried to find something else, though. She’d tried it manytimes – telling them that this was thelast time. She could never get it out. The words would get stuck in herthroat, and then those lips would distract her until she couldn’t remember herown name, let alone that she had been planning to say anything at all.

They were all against it, of course. They knew biology, they knew exactly how it affected your body and how much it was going to suck. They knew how it affected your chemicals and made you addicted to it.

Besides, it was gross.

Unfortunately for them, it turned out to be a Perry-thing. She usually hated smokers who smoked behind the school and in prohibited areas, but smoking calmed Lola Perry’s nerves.

It was one fight that would always be ongoing between them. LaFontaine would argue with facts – it was gross, it would put her in an early grave. Perry would argue back that she knew the facts, but she did everything else in her life in the healthiest ways possible and she couldn’t set a price on the serenity that smoking gave her.

LaF would never admit it – because they hated that Perry smoked, but they couldn’t ignore the fact that Perry looked like a freaking model when she smoked.

Their favourite image of her smoking was when she would lie on their bed with them, staring up at the ceiling and just talk for hours and hours, not even need to touch, because sometimes it was enough just to look at each other – besides, LaF wouldn’t touch Perry until she had eaten at least two mints.

“LaF?”

“Mm?”

“Why do you think … I heard someone in the corridor today, I don’t know who. But this guy said something, he asked his friend how he could date a girl who didn’t like the same movies as him.”

“You’re wondering why I’m dating you, considering our differing tastes in moving pictures? Hmm, it never struck me until now. Maybe I should reconsider.”

Perry blushed lightly. “Shut up. That’s not how I was going to put the question.”

They nuzzled her hair softly. “We’re different. We like different things, but it’s not about what we like. Except each other, I suppose. It’s about what we’re like, because that’s what keeps us together, right? How can you still love me even if I spend fifty-five percent of any given day pouring over biology experiments?”

“How can you still love me even if I spend all that time cleaning?”

“Easy. It’s part of you, Control Freak.”

“Weirdo.”

They were both quiet for a while.

Perry’s voice was quiet when she broke the silence softly. “How do you think we’re gonna end up?”

“Together. In a creaky house with ginger children and a lab room and a lot of messes to clean up after said ginger herd sweeps by.”

Perry kissed their cheek sweetly, and almost whispered, “Some would say that that’s stupid, and unimportant, that we should go out and do greatness. But it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”

Their heart skipped a beat, just like it always did when she said things like that. “Hey, even if some –” they coughed, “Carmilla – think that we’re stupid, that doesn’t matter. If that’s nothing to them, and they think we’re achieving nothing, it’s their loss that they’ll never know how lucky we are. Because it’s everything to me, and I’m pretty sure nothing beats that.”

Perry’s eyes swam with emotion, and she leaned up to kiss them sweetly. They let her for a few seconds, until they pulled back and grimaced.

Dani helped Charles into his costume, and stood him in front of the mirror for his declaration on their help. He looked at himself, crossed his arms, uncrossed them, turned himself around and looked at his back. He then faced forwards again, adjusted his large, round glasses one more time, nodded, and looked up to his mother and gave them the thumbs up.

    “Thanks Mommy. It looks awesome,” he said with a smile.

    Dani smiled and said, “Glad I could help. How do you think Trevor and Mom are doing?”

    Charles looked upstairs and shrugged. “Let’s go see,” he answered, reaching for the barrister and climbing the stairs to go check on Trevor and Mom.

    Jamie fit the top bit of Trevor’s costume on his head as Charles and Dani reached the top of the stairs. Trevor looked through the door leading to the landing at his brother.

    “You look just like Burnie Sanders,” he said.

    Charles grinned. “And you’re a darn good ‘military-industbunny complex’.”

    “Industrial,” his brother corrected him. “Let’s get our shoes.” The house was filled with the thumping of two pairs of seven year old legs on the stairs. Dani grinned at Jamie.

    “Seems like we’re in for an active night.”

    Jamie laughed. “Just wait until they have candy.”

    They followed their sons down to the bottom of the stairs, where the boys sat, diligently putting their feet into their shoes and then devoting a great deal of concentration to tying their laces properly. Dani would walk to the kitchen and grab the pillow cases that the boys had brought down hours earlier - they had a difficult time convincing the boys it wasn’t very fair to ‘get a head start’ on trick or treating before people started walking around (or people in their neighborhood had set their candy out).

    Jamie wore a heavy, woolen sweater, and took off a jacket that was about two sizes larger than him from the hook where they hung their coats. “Do you want to get a coat, Dani?”

    Dani nodded, and got their coat and wrapped a scarf around their neck. “Thanks for reminding me. We should probably bring coats for them,” they said, and grabbed the two smaller coats, one orange and one blue. Jamie smiled.

    “Ready to go, kiddos?” they asked.

    The boys smiled and nodded.

    They walked down their block and to the several houses, with both Charles and Trevor opening their bags and saying “Trick or treat!” One man who answered the door smiled at the two of them and bend over, inspecting their costumes, and ask, “Oh! What are your costumes?”

    “I’m Bernard Sanders, the senator,” Charles answered.

    Trevor looked him in the eye and said, “I’m the military-industrial complex.”

    The man paused for a moment, and then looked on the steps of his porch where Dani and Jamie stood, his eyes asking for an explanation.

    They shrugged. “It’s what they are.”

    He nodded, in a slow, confused fashion, and took two handfuls of candy and gave one to Trevor and one to Charles. They both said, “Thank you!” and walked back to their mothers and continued on to the next house. Charles looked up at Jamie and asked, “Can I have my coat Mommy?”

    “Sure thing,” Jamie answered, handing it to him. He put it on and blew into his hands and rubbed them.

    “Can this be the last house?” he asked as they started down the path to the front door.

    Dani and Jamie looked to Trevor. “Is that okay?”

    Trevor nodded. “Sure. We’ve had a good haul, and it’s really cold,” he said.

    Jamie handed his coat to him and rang the doorbell for them. Jamie and Dani smiled.

    A old person opened the door and squinted through their glasses down at the two boys.

    “Trick or treat!” they started, and then looked more closely. “Granddad!” They’d hug Ai.

    Ai would smile. “How’re you kiddos doing? Having a fun night?”

    “It’s been pretty good,” Charles said, lifting his bag to show his spoils. “We got a lot of candy.”

    “But we’re going to head home after your house,” Trevor said. “It’s cold and we’re tired.”

    Ai nodded, and reached into a bowl and dumped about half into Charles’ bag and the other half into Trevor’s. “Well, hopefully that’ll tide you kids over. Now you get your little asses home and get warm,” zie said and patted them on their heads and hugged Dani and Jamie. “Hope you all can get warm and snuggly at home.”

    Jamie laughed and hugged Ai back. “Well, they might have some more trouble since you gave them the equivalent candy of every house we went to tonight.”

    Ai looked down and saw Charles attempting to swing his now rather heavy bag over his shoulder for easier carrying - he stumbled, a little unsteady, once he got it over his shoulder.

    Ai shrugged. “Eh. They’ll probably be fine.”

    Jamie, slouching from fatigue, made their way to the room they shared with Dani, and half-sat, half-fell onto the bed. Down the hall, near the boys’ room, the door shut, and Jamie heard the heavy footfalls of Dani. God, were they exhausted.

    Dani came into the room and plopped down on the couch beside Jamie, and then lay down onto her lap, and groaned a little. Jamie idly played with their hair and lay back on the bed too, their bodies together making an ‘L’ shape.

“How did they have so much energy? We took the candy bags from them when we got home,” Jamie asked.

“I think Trevor had a few handfuls in his pockets,” Dani replied wearily. “And Charles put some down his shirt.”

    “Ah. That would explain it,” Jamie sighed, and they continued playing with Dani’s hair. “Are you feeling okay?”

    “You mean other than the exhaustion?”

    “Yeah. Do you hurt at all?”

    Jamie felt Dani shaking their head on his leg. “No, somehow. I just feel so tired.”

    Jamie blinked wearily, and then sat herself up and patted Dani’s arm. “Let’s go to bed.”

    Dani slowly rolled off Jamie’s leg and descended, face down, onto the floor. Jamie got into their pajamas and adjusted the blankets that covered the couple’s bed. Dani raised themselves to their knees and rested their head on the edge of the bed.

    “We are the best moms ever,” they said into the top blanket.