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(Y/N) stood outside the prison, looking at the doors with anxiousness settling in their gut. The last time (Y/N) came to the Happy Trails Penitentiary, the one who had helped them escape, Yancy, had promised to try to get on parole.
Today was the day to see if he had kept his promise.
As the gates opened, (Y/N) held their breath, their hands shaking around the chain of the necklace they got Yancy.
There, with one of the parole officers, was Yancy.
(Y/N)'s eyes teared up as they watched Yancy follow the parole guard with a cautious glance. It had taken about a year for them to finally convince Yancy to try going to the world beyond the prison, and now that he was finally doing it…
"Yancy!" (Y/N) called, waving.
Yancy's eyes met (Y/N)'s, and Yancy's face immediately brightened, although it didn't let go of the worry. "(Y/N)! Youse came!"
"Of course I did," (Y/N) laughed, then turned to the guard. "You said I can keep him at my place, yeah? As long as you can check in at least five times a day."
"That would be correct," the guard nodded. "Are you sure you can do this…? If you ever want him gone, please don't hesitate to give us a call."
"I will…keep that in mind," you muttered. "I highly doubt I'll need that, though. Yancy wouldn't hurt me. Anyway, ready to go home, Yancy?"
***
"Youse gots a nice place," Yancy murmured, looking around.
In all honesty, he was nervous as fuck—he just held his fear back for the sake of everything. One wrong move and all his good behavior would've been for nothing.
"Thank you," (Y/N) replied politely. Did they feel it, too? Was that why they were being so formal?
The stupid parole guard stood at the entrace to the house, holding some official papers or some crap. While (Y/N) signed them, Yancy stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, feeling…well, awkward.
Finally, after the guard left, (Y/N) turned to Yancy and gave him the warmest smile ever. "Want to see your room?"
Yancy ignored the pang of disappointment with a smile. "Yeah, that sounds good."
(Y/N) stopped in several rooms and noted what they were, and then they opened a door in his favorite color—red.
"Welcome home," (Y/N) murmured.
…
This place has got to be heaven.
It had everything Yancy needed and more, including posters of several musicals—hey, was that a Hamilton poster!? And—and it's signed by Lin-Manuel Miranda himself!?
Yancy could feel himself getting choked up. "Thank youse, (Y/N). Youse is too kind to me."
"It's not a problem," (Y/N) murmured, placing a gentle hand on Yancy's back. "Anything for you."
Yancy's heart pounded in his chest. The feelings that he had for (Y/N) started on the day they came to visit him for the first time, and they've only grown since then. "W-Well, then, uh, I's needs to gets outta this uniform."
"Alright, I'll leave you to it, then," (Y/N) said, but, before (Y/N) could leave, Yancy's hand shot out and gripped (Y/N)'s wrist.
(Y/N)'s face erupted in red, and Yancy felt hope bloom.
However, he pushed it down, but he just stared into (Y/N)'s eyes.
"Um—y-yes, Yancy?" (Y/N) stuttered, looking everywhere but at Yancy himself.
"Coulds youse…maybe…stay?"
"…Yeah, of course. But you need to get changed, right? So…how would that work? Don't you want privacy?"
Shit, Yancy cursed silently, then shrugged. "I's just don't wanna be alone right now."
"That's fine. I'll, uh, face the other way while you change. Your clothes are in the drawers."
Yancy let go of (Y/N)'s wrist and went over to the drawers, pulling them open and pulling out fresh clothes. After throwing them on quickly, Yancy coughed. "I's is, uh, dressed."
"Alright." (Y/N) turned and gave Yancy a smile. "So, Yancy! What do you want to do?"
Hugs youse, Yancy's brain said automatically. Cuddle with youse. Make youse feel happy.
"I's don't care," Yancy shrugged. "As long as it's with youse, I'm happy."
"Then…do you want to watch some musicals and eat some pizza?"
Yancy nodded excitedly. "Please!"
***
"Take youse hands out of youse pockets~" Yancy sang, doing some movements. When (Y/N) let out a chuckle, Yancy continued.
"Arch youse back, puff out youse chest~"
"Add some swagger to your gait or you'll look like a masturbator—fix the posture, then the rest," (Y/N) sang, and Yancy let out a snort.
"Youse likes musicals too, then?" Yancy inquired.
"Of course I do!" (Y/N) beamed. "This is one of my favorites.
Yancy's heart fluttered, and he carefully put his hand on top of (Y/N)'s, which was sitting on their thigh.
(Y/N) looked down, then up at Yancy. "You need something, Yancy?"
Yancy hesitated. "Why are youse so kinds to me? I's a murderer , (Y/N)."
"And…?" (Y/N) prompted.
"I's not a good person."
"You are," (Y/N) frowned. "Yeah, maybe you've messed up in the past, but that doesn't mean you're still that person now. You've changed , Yancy. I'm so proud to be able to call you my friend."
Yancy went silent, then whispered, "Would youse be prouds to be in a relationships with me?"
"I-I—wha—Y-Yancy, I—"
"I like youse, (Y/N)," Yancy said quietly. "A lot. Youse are kind, attractive, and youse are so smart and talented, and I's is unworthy of youse."
(Y/N)'s heart was pounding. "…Really? You think that?"
Yancy nodded, and (Y/N)'s hand reached up and cupped Yancy's cheek. "Yancy…you are amazing in every single way. I like you for who you are. I guess you could even say that…I've fallen for you."
Yancy's breath hitched in his throat. "Youse…really means that? Even though I's has killed? Even though I's is a monster?"
"You're not a monster," (Y/N) stated firmly. "You're a human that has made many mistakes. Your mistakes may cost you things out in the world, but not here. Your actions now define you, not your mistakes from years ago."
Yancy was trembling, and he laid his hand over (Y/N)'s. "Youse are amazing, youse knows that?"
(Y/N) leaned forward and leaned their forehead against Yancy's. "You are, too."
The two of them stayed like that for a while as tears slipped down Yancy's face. Finally, Yancy pulled back, so (Y/N) did, too.
"Can we's…cuddle? Just youse and I's?" Yancy asked softly.
"Of course." (Y/N) paused the musical and leaned back into the sofa, curling up against Yancy's side.
Yancy laid back on his back, wrapping his arms around (Y/N) as their head was upon his chest. (Y/N) could hear and feel the soft and uneven thrumming of it, and they closed their eyes.
"I'm so lucky to has youse," Yancy whispered, and a warm silence filled the house.