Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

Is This The End? Part One

Sharrkan sighed lightly as he shut the front door behind him. He kicked his shoes off and hung his jacket on the door. "I'm home." He called through the small apartment/home. 

It wasn't much, but it was where Spartos and Sharrkan had been living since they decided to move in together, even before they were dating. Sharrkan hated his brother, and Spartos' dad treated him like shit. So why not? And then they started dating, and then got married, and now they had Alois. A total of seven years in one place. It was more than home to them by now. 

The place had two stories, but they were fairly small. The living room, dining area, and kitchen were on the bottom floor, as well as the patio outside. Upstairs was a small hallway with two bedrooms and a small bathroom. It was $800 a month, and well spent. 

He entered the small dining area, where there was really only a table with four chairs, and a high chair, of course. He blinked as he sat down beside his husband. "What's all this?"

Spread over the table were several magazines and clipping of furniture, rugs, bedspreads, curtains, etc. Spartos had a notebook with several pictures and ads glued or taped in there. Alois was sitting in his high chair, munching on cheerios, bits of watermelon, and teething biscuits. He squealed and kicked his legs once Sharrkan arrived though. 

"I think we need a bigger place." Spartos said, and Sharrkan blinked. 

"Why? We're fine here. It's cozy." 

Spartos winced slightly. "I dunno.. I think, we should get an actual house instead of just an apartment. It'd be better to raise a child in, anyway. And I don't want to have to worry about him falling off the patio or down the stairs." 

Sharrkan nodded slowly, picking up Alois and holding him in his lap. "Makes sense.. So have you actually looked at houses, or just stuff to decorate it with?" 

"I've looked at houses." Spartos glared at him as though to say don't insult me by thinking I'd forget something that'd important. "There's a few in the same neighborhood at Sinbad and Ja'far, and one on the other side of town." 

"That's good. Any that look good, or in our price range?" 

"Yeah. We should go look at them, though."

"Well, duh."

Spartos sighed lightly and closed his notebook. Alois made grabby hands as he stood up, and Spartos picked him up. "Do you want dinner? I was fixing to make something."

"Of course." Sharrkan grinned. "I'll make it though. You sit down a while."

"I've been sitting all day." 

"You've also been watching a baby all day long." Sharrkan retorted, getting up and gently pushing Spartos onto the couch. Alois giggled and tugged on the redhead's bangs. "Pa!" He cooed, holding onto his shirt as he pulled himself up on his feet. Spartos blinked and held onto his sides.

"See?" Sharrkan grinned. "He agrees with me. Now, stay."

He held a finger out at him before retreating into the kitchen, a confident smirk on his face. 

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Spartos pursed his lips slightly as he focused on the tattoo he was working on. It was a habit he'd basically always had, even when he was only drawing on paper in grade school. He was just glad he didn't stick his tongue out anymore. He'd been teased for so long about it. It was terrible. 

"Is that your kid?" The teenaged boy in his chair asked, motioning to the baby crawling across the floor. He was playing with a rubber ball Sinbad was rolling around with him.