Boreo One-Shots (Very Much Discontinued)

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Hey kids

So this is my last post of the day and year and I hope you guys like it.

The idea was made by: fxkefan

The Painting

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It was just an ordinary day in New York. The young adult, Theodore "Theo" Decker was waking up slowly, his dark brown eyes squinting because of the light shining through the cracks of the curtains and shivering slightly because of the usual morning chills he got to feel every morning. It was a good night sleep because he didn't have another bad nightmare about.. that day..

He sighed softly and sat up, rubbing his eyes and reaching to the bedside table for his glasses, he soon got it and put them on, yawning and stretching his arms out, arching his back and cracking some joints. He sniffled softly since he was beginning to get a cold. He smiled softly because he thought about continuing his painting he began last night. He swung his legs over and his feet landed on the cold wooden floor, he shivered slightly once more and he stood up, walking to his closet and grabbing one of his painters shirt and pants, which are just worn-out clothes he got since he didn't want to ruin any suits or dress shirts or anything that cost a lot of money.

The light brunette soon walked out of his room with like I mentioned, the worn-out, paint-covered shirt and pants with some comfy brown slippers since he didn't want to go too fancy when painting. He painted in a spare room Hobie lent out to him when he first introduced his partner to his love for being an artist and painting inanimate objects and scenery.

"Morning, Theo," a familiar voice called out. It was Hobie. The brunette smiled and walked to the kitchen. "Morning, Hobie. Anything new happening lately?" The young adult asked, walking to a chair and sitting on it, calming down once the smell of bacon and scrambled eggs were cooking. Even when he was capable of cooking himself, Hobie still woke up earlier than Theo just so he can cook the young artist something. The youngest of the two always loved how fatherly Hobie could be. Hell, he was even a better father figure than his actual bastard birth father. He couldn't thank his caretaker enough because he was really grateful for Hobie.

"Nothing much. You gonna go painting again?" Hobie looked at Theo and gave him a gentle, warm smile. "Yeah, actually. How did you know?" Theo replied sarcastically in a playful manner. "Oh I don't know, maybe the less fancy attire gives it away." The gentle, elderly man chuckled and served the bacon and scrambled eggs on a plate, handing it over to the youngest and crossing his arms. "Remember, Theo, don't-" "Overwork myself, I know, Hobie. I know." The artist replied with a playful roll to his eyes and a gentle smile forming on his soft-looking lips. "I won't, Hobie. Now go on and do what you do best. Sell some antiques and tell people the difference between a machine built one and a handmade one." Theo hummed as he chewed on the deliciously made breakfast his father figure made. "You're lucky you're my favorite boy in the whole wide world, Theo. Aside from my former partner of course. But since you're alive and well, I'll give you that title." Hobie ruffled Theo's hair, walking off to his mini-workshop and doing the job he loved since forever. "Oh and don't think I didn't notice you were sick! Take some of the medicine I left on the counter!" The elder shouted since he was already halfway down the basement level of the apartment. "Thanks, Hobie!" Theo shouted in reply and finished eating his breakfast, downing down the rest of the orange juice that was left beside him when he first sat down and he cleaned his plate, utensils, and cup since he didn't want Hobie to do extra work. He took the pills that were on the counter next to the stove and quickly walked to the spare room to continue his painting he so desperately needed to continue otherwise he'd go completely mad.