G/T Oneshots 2.0

A New Home

This is one of my old oneshots as I mentioned in the intro! Although if you're a new reader I guess it doesn't really matter...so enjoy regardless :D

     Jonah walked through the city towards his destination. He'd recently bought a bunch of doll furniture so he could go to the pet store and adopt a borrower. But, not as a pet, no. He hated that they when they were found, we just made them our pets. It was truly disgusting. He was going to give this borrower a free life as a human being because that's basically what they are! Tiny human beings!

He'd bought the doll furniture since they don't actually make real tiny furniture for borrowers, all they get are cages.

Jonah remembered a shortcut through the local park that would cut a few minutes off his walk. He turned right at the next corner and began walking through the green grass of the park.

A sudden movement of the small bushes nearby in his peripheral vision made him stop and look. He swore he saw a tiny face in there. He slowly made his way closer to the bush, then knelt down and parted the leaves of the bushes.

A male borrower, that looked around 16 or 17 stood there, trembling with immense fear. He backed up as far as he could away from Jonah.

"Hey there, little one..." Jonah cooed, reaching for the borrower. The boy whimpered and closed his eyes, not bothering to fight off Jonah's approaching hand.

Jonah curled his fingers around the borrower, carefully lifting him out of the bush, and cupping him in his hands. He could feel the boy shaking in his grasp.

"What's your name?" Jonah asked softly, rubbing the little borrower's back. He looked away, shrinking into himself. "Hey, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, you can tell me." Jonah whispered.

"L-Lance." The borrower, Lance, piped up.

"Hi Lance, I'm Jonah." Jonah said with a smile. But, that name sounded familiar...wait, a missing pet poster! Jonah had seen one yesterday outside his apartment building!

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have escaped your, uh, owner (Jonah hated using that word), would you?" Jonah asked.

At the mention of his master, Lance curled into a quivering ball. "N-No, n-no no, d-d-don't take me back, pl-please!" He begged, his eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm sorry, Lance, but I have to, it wouldn't be right." Jonah said sadly, watching the borrower's tears leave his eyes and stain his cheeks.

"Please! M-Master is abusive, a-and rarely feeds me, and h-he takes his anger out on me...please...don't s-send me back to him..." Lance pleaded.

Jonah's face became stern. "Lance," he began, "look at me. Now." He didn't like talking to a borrower this way, but he just had to be sure...

Lance fearfully obeyed Jonah, looking at him, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

"Are you telling the truth?" Jonah asked. Lance nodded, his eyes becoming teary again. "Y-Yes! I promise! L-Look!" Lance quickly took off his shirt, revealing several cuts and bruises on his torso. One cut in particular was larger than the rest and stretched from his wrist to his elbow area.

"Did he make that big one, too?!" Jonah asked, shocked at this mistreatment of borrowers. Lance sniffled, then shook his head.

"Yes...I made the mistake of t-t-trying to escape...he found me, and then practically tortured me, he did th-that first..." Lance whimpered, gesturing to the cut, "compared to what he usually does like I s-said before, i-it was like pure torture! He...h-he, he would tighten his fist around me until my arms and legs were numb, then h-he'd inflict as much pain on me as possible while I couldn't get away from him." Lance stuttered, tugging his shirt back on. Once he finished, he started bawling, grabbing fistfuls of Jonah's shirt.

Jonah's eyes were now welled with tears, too. He held Lance to his chest, rubbing his back and shushing him until his cries and trembling dwindled down.

"Oh, Lance...I-I'm so, so sorry you had to go through that." He whispered, only getting a whimper in response.

He quickly put Lance in his shirt pocket. "Don't move," he whispered, "I'm taking you home, you'll be safe with me, okay?" He asked. Lance nodded, ducking down in the pocket while Jonah walked home.

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"Well...welcome home, I guess." Jonah declared, taking Lance out of his shirt pocket. Lance looked around, eyeing everything with slight uneasiness, but otherwise, he felt fine.

"Th-Thank you, Jonah." Lance mumbled, leaning into Jonah's chest. Jonah smiled, lightly stroking the hair on top of Lance's head. "How about a nap, kiddo?" He asked, earning a glare from Lance.

"I-I'm not a kid! I'm 17!" He whined, making Jonah laugh.

"Yeah? I'm 22, and you're under 18, so technically you are a kid." Jonah corrected with a smirk.

"W-Whatever! Anyways, a nap would sound n-nice...o-old Master would never let me sleep a lot..." Lance said, looking down.

"Don't worry, Lance. You're safe here. And, there's none of this "Sir" or "Master" nonsense, you can call me "Jonah", or "Joe", or even "Buford the Banana" if you wanted to!" Jonah explained, ruffling Lance's hair when he heard him giggle at his joke.

"O-Okay, M-Jonah! S-Sorry..." Lance said quickly, realizing his near mistake.

Jonah set him down on his pillow. "It's ok, I'm never gonna punish you like your old Master did. The only time you'd ever get punished by me is if you ate the last piece of pizza."

Lance's eyes went wide, thinking he was serious. Jonah leaned in and whispered, "I was kidding." Lance nodded, with an "oh."

"Go on. Sleep. You deserve it." Jonah encouraged.

"I am." Lance said simply, laying down on the pillow. He looked up, seeing Jonah looming over him, but he didn't feel fear, he felt...protected, he felt safe. For the first time in a long time.

" 'Night, Jonah." Lance said.

"Hey, you didn't stutter that time!" Jonah observed happily. Lance smiled. "Huh, I guess I didn't..." He mumbled, before yawning suddenly and his eyes drooping, being hit with a wave of exhaustion, and falling asleep almost instantly.

Jonah bent down, kissing Lance on the top of his head, making the borrower shift in his sleep.

"Sleep well, little one, God knows that you've earned it." He whispered, quietly leaving the room to let Lance have a moment of peace. Finally.