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Hammond Gilash
Male
the challenge

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Hammond clutched the smooth stone in his paw, rubbing his thumb against it gently as he walked through the halls to his next class. He still remembered Jennifer's sweet voice as her voice message described it to him. It's clear glass, about a centimeter and a half tall and two inches across. Smoothest thing you could ever imagine, and cool to the touch. Inside is a small rose, maybe a centimeter in length and 3/4 a centimeter in height. It's pale pink, with dark, curled in tips. I found it at the flea market down the road from my new apartment. I know you'd love it. I miss you. A deep ache filled Hammond's chest. He knew he'd probably never hear her footsteps down the halls again.

Another kalon passing by jostled his shoulder, and the smooth stone slipped from his pad. "No!" Hammond gasped as he heard it clatter on the ground. The male immediately bent down and began to sweep his paws over the floor, trying to find his precious item. He felt panic bubbling inside him without it's cold surface pressed against his paw. He needed it back. "Oh my bad! Let me help you!" The kalon who had bumped him offered, and the sound of him kneeling on the ground soon followed. Hammond recognized the voice. It was one of the 'cool kids' at the highschool. One that Hammond knew took great pleasure in making fun of him. Maybe it's different this time, maybe he'll- Footsteps neared, and loud greetings and laughter came with them. It was the rest of the cool kids group.

"Try more to the left, eyeless!" One of them called out through a chorus of laughter.

"Shut up!" Hammond snarled, reaching his paw to the left only to find blank air.

"Aww, look! Blindie's taking our advice!" A second cooed, and Hammond clenched his paw in an attempt to not stand and straightup hit the other male.

Footsteps neared, and Hammond recognized the gait of one of his few remaining friends. "Fioy!" The footsteps slowed. Thank goodness... Fioy'll help. Suddenly they sped up, and Hammond's heart sank as Fioy dashed away. "Fioy, you milksop! You said you would be there for me! You said you wouldn't run away again! Coward!" The group of kalons harassing Hammond laughter harder. A hard object hit Hammond in the side of the head, and when he grabbed it, he recognized the surface of his stone. Anger flooded inside of him like waves. The kalon who had bent down to 'help' him had actually taken his stone, while his buddies sent him on a wild goosechase. Hammond growled, baring his teeth at the group. He was done holding back his rage.
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[Levi]

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[jaques]

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[harv]

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[Kyar]

Kyar | Partner: Softballpup12 | Regis "Grey" Loehnhold | Male | Prompt #2

Celebrity gossip has become a home topic today as the popular boyband singer Aiden Mishal evades paparazzi after accusations of breaking off his supposedly stable relationship with model girlfriend Mona Oleander. Teens around the country are taking sides, blaming one or the other for the fallout, while Mona returns from her mysterious vacation look like she's put on a few pounds. Accusations of cheating are coming from both sides, and it's unclear now how things will pan out. The last shots taken of Aiden on screen now have him in a hurry to leave before he was lost in LA traffic this morning…

Grey closed his eyes, his breathing an uneasy flutter of nerves as he stood in the window and waited. He felt the horrible cocktail of emotions he'd been trying to sort out for nearly a year now boiling over in his chest, threatening to break him down even now.

Aiden was coming back today. He'd reached out, he'd kept in contact, trying for the longest time to earn some sort of forgiveness Grey was far from ready for. Today, Grey finally agreed. It was so hard to do, and even as he awaited his arrival, he didn't know if he could follow through. The thoughts of the man he'd thought he loved at Mona's side, living with her, and… of course, he knew why she'd left. Aiden had the good sense to tell him… about the kits.

The thought left a horrible lump in his throat and he felt the tears threatening again. They had kits. Aiden and Mona.

He did remember good times. He remembered meeting Aiden at a restaurant and spilling his drink on himself when he caught his eye. He'd looked like an idiot, but that was the spark. He remembered the day he brought Aiden to his house, the first night they fell asleep on the couch together during a bad-movie marathon… He remembered their first kiss, the first time they held each other, the peace they felt when they were alone together, and the heartaches those memories left him. Aiden and Mona were over. But did that mean that Aiden and Grey could try again?

His eyes opened to the sound of the doorbell. It was time to find out.

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"Good morning." Grey leaned in and kissed Aiden's forehead, brushing the hair away from his boyfriend's sleep-deprived eyes. He smiled as he ran his hand along Aiden's cheek, and laughed as it was batted away and he retreated under the pillow with a groan. "Come on," Grey urged, shaking his shoulder. "You can't agree to a tour and then sleep all the time you're supposed to be spending with me," he teased.

Aiden finally sat up, bleary-eyed after a long night of performing. The hotel room was excessively glamorous, but the only thing that caught Grey's eye this morning was the orange kalon sprawled on the plush white bedding. "I'm up," he sighed, yawning heavily.

"I'm not convinced," Grey grinned, but sat back against the headboard anyway, inviting Aiden in for a brief morning cuddle session. In two weeks, Aiden was done touring, and Grey would be meeting the kits for the first time. It had been almost a year since their reunion, which hadn't gone without some residual anger, some shouted accusations… but now that they were here, together again, Grey knew he made the right choice. He held Aiden close, kissing his forehead lightly. In the silence of the hotel room, they had the world ahead of them. Broken pasts, broken futures… but it was theirs.

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[littlelies]

extended to the 27th per requests! will still end at 5pm est! good luck everyone ^^

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link to partner's post; iBrevity
『username; Wicced!Witch || name; Dagen || gender; Male 』

[prompt two ,, resolved or not]

Gill shrugs. "We lie," he says. "We go buy an egg from Wal-Mart and pretend its the same one we got in class."

Dagen looks like he's been personally wounded. He stares at the scrambled egg scene and says, "No, we can't."

Gill snorts. He wipes a bit of eggshell off his pants and says, "What do you wanna do, Dagen? Pick up all the pieces and glue it back together? Tell everyone that we broke our egg child the first day we had him?"

He means it sarcastically of course, no surprise with his biting tone, but Dagen's expression shifts to one of hope. "Yes," he says, "Yes, that's exactly what I want to do!"

Gill squints at him. He looks briefly at the egg, thoroughly squashed and seeping. "Seriously?"

Dagen is already moving to kneel beside the catastrophe, collecting the minute pieces in his open hand. "Yes, seriously," he says, "Now get down here and help me. This is half your fault anyway."

"Half is being generous," he says but he joins Dagen on the floor, and they skip their second period to scrape from the lunchroom linoleum each and every molecule they can. It takes them a great while to build it up; they spend that week's afternoons hunched over Dagen's living room table, pressing the wobbly shell back into place, fashioning their spherical child out of super glue and a few carefully whispered prayers. They take it to school with them wrapped in a loose flower scarf, shielded from their classmates' prying eyes, and say only that he's shy.

It takes them the entire week to resurrect the egg. It is due back on Friday, in their first period; they must present it and a typed essay to their biology teacher, and briefly explain the things that this assignment taught them. Gill works on steadying the egg's perpetual wobble while Dagen sits at his laptop and furiously types. They walk to school Friday with the egg in Dagen's hand, which they had only just barely finished the night before. Gilligan yawns absently into the curve of his jacket collar.

They take their usual seats and class proceeds as normal, with a few 'married' couples coming up and introducing their egg children and summarizing the essay that they all probably just finished that morning; and after Kathy and Carrie Ann show off their egg daughter Gail and talk about the power of friendship in a healthy marriage, it's their turn.
They go up to the front desk together, with the egg cradled in Dagen's hand. It's still half covered, the scarf lying like a flourish along the line of his wrist, the egg a lurking swollen shadow. The class hushes when Gilligan purposefully clears his throat.

"This is our son," he says, and whips the scarf from Dagen's hand to reveal their egg. It's like a magic trick; what the class expected to see, a normal and intact egg, replaced with a mosaic Frankenstein egg that Gill has doodled a crying face on. The teacher makes a noise behind them that Gilligan willfully ignores.

"This is our son Humpty," he repeats, "And it took us forever to glue him back together." The class is so taken aback by the scene that no one laughs; and Gill snorts and says, "Yeah, I know, we broke him. We killed our son on Monday. I'm sorry, Mr. B."

He bumps elbows with Dagen and says louder, "We may have broken our son but we did not break our marriage. I will never forget what Humpty did for us. Thank you, son."