TW!: Death, suicidal themes, very slight smut
Beau and Klaus never really had any room to grow as people outside of their addictions and fears, they were forced into a cycle of torture by the person who was supposed to be their guardian. And, yet, they still had one another.
There was no telling how close they got over the years and their odd relationship only blossomed more after Five disappeared from their lives.
They drank and smoked and talked through the night. Beau continued to shield him from his nightmares through his new-found power and Klaus was there to distract him from past and present issues. It wasn't exactly a healthy friendship but it was what they had and they cherished every moment.
Even when Klaus snuck both of them out in the middle of the night just to walk in the rain. It was better than being cooped up in one of their rooms, waiting for the sun to rise. So, Beau took a bottle of bourbon, Klaus took a bottle of vodka, and they scaled down the side of the building with near expertise despite their already intoxicated state.
"Beau?" Klaus suddenly screeched, feet planted on the ground of the alleyway while Beau was still holding onto the ladder.
Beau looked down to stare at his friend. "Klaus?"
"Would you still love me if I was a rat?" He was looking at something else on the ground and that was when Beau heard something rummaging around in the discarded boxes nearby.
With a loud huff, Beau jumped down from the ladder. "I would say no but you would start crying again."
The shorter boy's eyes were still bloodshot from his recent waking nightmare, having quite literally launched himself onto a nearly asleep Beau and causing him quite the fright. The ravenette would have done some severe damage if Klaus hadn't whined his name like he always did.
Klaus gave his friend an expectant glance, lip jutting out glistening with alcohol.
"Yes, Klaus, I would still love you if you were a rat." Beau droned before marching down the alleyway and onto the barren street, clumsy footsteps following close behind.
There was a giggle. "I knew it!" And then the brunette latched onto Beau's arm tightly. "And I would love you even if you were a cockroach."
A cockroach ran across the pavement in front of them.
There was nothing like a drunken stroll through the city on a weeknight, especially due to the unconventional duo stumbling and laughing maniacally. They were bound to be frightening the people in their apartments, thinking the pair were some deranged gang members out to bring chaos to anyone they could find.
Sometimes it felt good to be the rebel.
The duo came across a park, lit by ominous yellow lamplights. A graffitied bench sat looking over the field and playground and the two sat down.
The rain was only light but it was enough to drench their hair and run down their faces in a rather calming way.
"Can you change the colour? Yellow doesn't suit me." Klaus glared up at the lamplight as if he had a personal vendetta against it.
Beau chuckled fondly and willed both of their minds to perceive the light as blue instead while doing the same to the one across the street, making it red, and the one on the corner of the road a few metres away as green. There was something so beautiful about the lights dancing across them, the different colours refracting every drop of water that otherwise kissed their skin.
Klaus grinned, inspecting each one of the changes with joy. "That's so cool. I wish I had a power like yours."
"I'm invading your mind, Klaus, you do know that?"
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TOUCH | F. Hargreeves
Fanfiction"Fall in love in a single touch And fall apart when it hurts too much?- Beau was born on the same day, at the same time, as all of the others. Adopted by Reginald Hargreeves much later in life, he had a hard time adjusting. But now as an adult trap...
