lashton one-shots

icicles

hey guys, so, i had actually wrote this for a starter post as one of my roleplays, but i thought i'd share it here ??? it actually isn't a ship (oops), but i quite liked it. i haven't read over this in a long time, and i don't think it's been edited. but i keep making you guys wait for long periods of time, so here you go c: enjoy some dark mikey~

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michael walked along the dark streets of baltimore, watching each individual pass him by. despite the brightly colored hair, no one seemed to pay much attention to him. he only went out on nights that it was frosting, for the water looked prettiest when it was frozen into a sharp shape hanging from buildings.

he was following - something he often did. he enjoyed watching a specific person walk down the street, then often turn into a small apartment complex. though it was not his favorite place to kill, it worked out most of the time.

but the person he was currently following - well, his name was joshua. according to michael, anyways. he preferred not to know his victim's real names, for it made it much more personal. but, when having a fake one, you can think about a person more clearly, without actually knowing the human on a personal level.

joshua looked happy and bright, but after years of following, michael's learned to tell what kind of people each being was. by taking a few moments to look at joshua, he learned several things about the boy. one was that his friends must be slowly leaving him - thus all the new tattoos of names. probably for remembrance.

another was that he was depressed. michael could see the bags under the boy's eyes, but they weren't normal. they were the ones where you take a closer look and see they seem hollow, empty. not sleep deprived.

and the last. joshua must've been doing drugs - and michael knew that one from the beginning. the way he would twitch slightly every now and then was a dead give away, though it wasn't noticeable for other people. his hair was constantly messy, and though others didn't realize, michael sure did.

so, he waited until the boy made a sharp turn between two buildings. mike knew from experience that it was damp this time of the year, and he watched as joshua pulled his jacket tighter around himself. a few moments later, michael walked into the brisk area, movements slow until the boy sat down against a wall, bringing his legs to his chest. he had then put his head on top of his knees. michael knew he let out a sigh when there was a white puff of air coming from the spot. the chill weather made breath do that often.

so he began to walk past other people, head always down to show he wanted no trouble. sure, he was going to stop at joshua, but he didn't want to get into a fight at any point.

so, he pretended to suddenly notice the boy against the wall, and he took a seat next to him.

"you okay, mate?" michael asked softly, looking at the boy before making any actions.

"no," joshua replied quietly, hugging his legs tighter. mike always chose the vulnerable ones.

"you look really depressed, what's been going on?" michael's words were gentle, doing the best to make the boy feel comfortable.

"my friends - they're all ditching me. i've become a third wheel in almost all of my friendships. i haven't been getting any sleep. i turned to getting high a while ago, but it's really been no help," bingo, michael thought.

"here, let's get you up. we can go on a little walk to get your mind off of that, yeah?" the boy nodded, waiting until mike got up to do the same. the dyed red head offered his hand, which joshua took. "i'm aaron, but you don't need to tell me your name. right now, you don't even need to talk."

so the two began walking, michael's hand never leaving joshua's. "look," michael started, "i know things are hard with your friends and all that, but i want you to know something, yeah? i don't know you all that well, but i'm here for you, okay? i'm right here, and nothing's going to change that. i don't have very many friends myself, so you don't have to worry about that." michael distracted him from the fact that they were walking deeper and deeper into the alley by his comforting, and he could tell the boy was a bit more relaxed than when he first saw him.

when they got to a point where michael saw icicles hanging off the ledge of a building, he stopped. pulling joshua to the side, he carefully wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. "how 'bout you and me make it so your friends become a third wheel? make it so they get a taste of their own medicine?"

joshua nodded shyly, and michael rested his forehead against the shorter boy's. "hey," he soon spoke up softly, despite the adrenaline that was slowly filling his system, making his heart beat quite loud. but he already learned that despite the intense volume, his victim could never hear it. "look at the icicles," he murmured, turning to the side, as well as wrapping one arm around joshua's shoulders. he carefully broke a specifically big one off, then a slightly smaller one. he handed the bigger one to joshua, while he held the other.

"they're so beautiful, aren't they? it's a shame that they melt," michael tsked, but soon turned back to the boy. he wrapped him in a big hug, petting the boy's hair with his free hand. the adrenaline now filled him, and it was all that he could do to not be jumpy as hell. he brought the icicle closer to the boy's neck, to a point where the tip was almost touching the skin. "you were so beautiful," michael muttered softly, pushing the object into his flesh.

he heard the boy take in a struggled breath, and michael smirked softly. the hands that were covered by gloves slowly lowered the boy down as he forced the old ice further into joshua's neck, to a point where blood was seeping out, staining the otherwise pure ice.

"what a shame that they melt," michael murmured again, chuckling quietly to himself as he began to make his way out of the alley.