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Challenge: Angst - Joker: Auf dem Friedhof v. 2023 (Für's Team)
Fandom: Y tu mamá tambíen
Charaktere: Julio, Tenoch
Ship: Julio/Tenoch
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 1.000
Kommentar: Ich wollte für diese beiden Idioten schon Fix-it Fic schreiben, sobald ich den Film gesehen hatte, aber das lief jetzt erstaunlich smooth.
“Did you hear? Tenoch’s father died.”
The News
Julio hears the news from other people.
Really, he’s a bit surprised he hears the news at all. It’s not like Tenoch and him run in the same circles anymore (or ever really did). But apparently Daniel and Saba didn’t have the same kind of falling-out, so the news reaches him one afternoon in the café where he and Daniel meet sometimes after uni.
“Did you hear?” Daniel says while he’s still sliding into the booth. “Tenoch’s father died.”
Julio didn’t hear. Or well, he did now. “What? When?” he asks.
“Night before last, I think. Some kind of heart attack.”
They talk about this and that afterwards, but Julio’s heart isn’t really in it.
It’s not difficult to find out the where’s and when’s of the funeral. Tenoch’s father was an important person after all. He doesn’t know what he’s thinking when he visits his mother to dig out his old graduation suit, or when he makes his way through the crowded streets, or when he finally walks up the steps to the church where the mass is being held.
“Where are you going dressed like this?”, his sister had questioned him.
“I’m going to church”, he had answered. He had just caught a look of her astonished face before rushing down the stairs to evade any more questions.
It’s the biggest church of the neighborhood, but inside the place is packed. He’s rubbing shoulders with suits much more expensive than his, reduced to a standing spot at the very back. He can just catch a glimpse of a dark head in the first row that may or may not be Tenoch.
He’s already sweating through his formal attire. The priest drones on and on and he hasn’t been in church for a while (really he’s been considering leaving, but he hasn’t dared to tell his mother yet), but he performs the rites automatically with everybody else.
Finally, when his legs have all but gone numb, the procession to the cemetery starts. The family leaves the church first and for a second Julio fears that Tenoch will immediately pick him out in the crowd (and then what?), but he’s looking straight ahead. Up close, he looks pale and tired, dark hair hanging in long strands into his face despite the careful grooming. Julio feels like he could touch him if he just reached out.
Walking brings the life back into his legs. It’s a whole train of people winding itself through the streets and up the hill. Julio is no longer afraid of being recognized; he’s walking in the back with the distant associates and the reporters and the people who go to funerals of people they don’t even know.
Around the grave the sun is beating down on them. Julio strains his eyes, but he can’t see a single person he knows apart from Tenoch’s family. His mother is weeping openly, but Tenoch’s face is like a mask, betraying nothing.
The priest has mercy on them and keeps it relatively short. Still, up front a woman faints and has to be led into the shade. Finally the casket is let down into the earth and the condolences start.
Julio watches as the crowd in front of him thins out, people shaking hands with the widow and her sons, offering the usual range of platitudes. He should leave, but it’s like he’s rooted to the spot. Finally, inevitably, Tenoch’s mother catches sight of him.
“Oh look”, she says around her handkerchief, “it’s Julio. I haven’t seen you around in a while. How nice of you to come.”
He takes her hand and kisses her on the cheek mechanically, looking straight over her shoulder, feeling Tenoch’s presence next to him.
“I bet you have some catching up to do”, she says with almost painful kindness, and starts herding Tenoch’s siblings down the path, drawing a cloud of stragglers with her.
Julio stays behind with Tenoch, staring at the burnt grass between their feet. His tongue feels too big for his mouth and no words want to come out. What is there to say, “I’m sorry?” He’s sorry for everything and nothing at the same time.
Finally he dares to look up, and finds Tenoch already looking at him. His face is still carefully blank, an expression he’s clearly gotten better at in the last year. But the mask is fraying, showing little cracks around his eyes and mouth that only someone who knows him well would see.
And suddenly it’s the easiest thing in the world to take the two steps to cover the distance and wrap his arms around him. Julio half braces himself for the punch, but instead Tenoch digs his fingers into his shoulder blades so hard it hurts, pressing his face into the space where his neck and shoulder meet. He’s perfectly quiet, but Julio can feel the shudder moving through him, feels the hot wetness soaking through the heavy fabric of his jacket.
Julio stays completely still, holding onto him, until his breaths start to come a little easier and he starts to pull away. He politely ignores the way Tenoch wipes his sleeve over his eyes. And suddenly he knows exactly what to say.
“So where have you been all this time, cabrón? I have to go to a fucking funeral to see you?”
That earns him a startled laugh, still a little wet at the end, but real. Soon they’re both laughing, full-throat, bending over, like they’re not standing in a cemetary with Tenoch’s father’s body, like Tenoch’s eyes aren’t still a little red, like the last year didn’t even happen.
“So, what are you going to do now?” Julio asks when he can finally speak again.
Tenoch casts a glance towards his father’s open grave for a moment. Then he turns back towards Julio, a resolved look in his eyes. “First, I’m going to quit la pinche economía*.”
* fucking Economics
Challenge: Angst - Joker: Auf dem Friedhof v. 2023 (Für's Team)
Fandom: Y tu mamá tambíen
Charaktere: Julio, Tenoch
Ship: Julio/Tenoch
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 1.000
Kommentar: Ich wollte für diese beiden Idioten schon Fix-it Fic schreiben, sobald ich den Film gesehen hatte, aber das lief jetzt erstaunlich smooth.
“Did you hear? Tenoch’s father died.”
The News
Julio hears the news from other people.
Really, he’s a bit surprised he hears the news at all. It’s not like Tenoch and him run in the same circles anymore (or ever really did). But apparently Daniel and Saba didn’t have the same kind of falling-out, so the news reaches him one afternoon in the café where he and Daniel meet sometimes after uni.
“Did you hear?” Daniel says while he’s still sliding into the booth. “Tenoch’s father died.”
Julio didn’t hear. Or well, he did now. “What? When?” he asks.
“Night before last, I think. Some kind of heart attack.”
They talk about this and that afterwards, but Julio’s heart isn’t really in it.
It’s not difficult to find out the where’s and when’s of the funeral. Tenoch’s father was an important person after all. He doesn’t know what he’s thinking when he visits his mother to dig out his old graduation suit, or when he makes his way through the crowded streets, or when he finally walks up the steps to the church where the mass is being held.
“Where are you going dressed like this?”, his sister had questioned him.
“I’m going to church”, he had answered. He had just caught a look of her astonished face before rushing down the stairs to evade any more questions.
It’s the biggest church of the neighborhood, but inside the place is packed. He’s rubbing shoulders with suits much more expensive than his, reduced to a standing spot at the very back. He can just catch a glimpse of a dark head in the first row that may or may not be Tenoch.
He’s already sweating through his formal attire. The priest drones on and on and he hasn’t been in church for a while (really he’s been considering leaving, but he hasn’t dared to tell his mother yet), but he performs the rites automatically with everybody else.
Finally, when his legs have all but gone numb, the procession to the cemetery starts. The family leaves the church first and for a second Julio fears that Tenoch will immediately pick him out in the crowd (and then what?), but he’s looking straight ahead. Up close, he looks pale and tired, dark hair hanging in long strands into his face despite the careful grooming. Julio feels like he could touch him if he just reached out.
Walking brings the life back into his legs. It’s a whole train of people winding itself through the streets and up the hill. Julio is no longer afraid of being recognized; he’s walking in the back with the distant associates and the reporters and the people who go to funerals of people they don’t even know.
Around the grave the sun is beating down on them. Julio strains his eyes, but he can’t see a single person he knows apart from Tenoch’s family. His mother is weeping openly, but Tenoch’s face is like a mask, betraying nothing.
The priest has mercy on them and keeps it relatively short. Still, up front a woman faints and has to be led into the shade. Finally the casket is let down into the earth and the condolences start.
Julio watches as the crowd in front of him thins out, people shaking hands with the widow and her sons, offering the usual range of platitudes. He should leave, but it’s like he’s rooted to the spot. Finally, inevitably, Tenoch’s mother catches sight of him.
“Oh look”, she says around her handkerchief, “it’s Julio. I haven’t seen you around in a while. How nice of you to come.”
He takes her hand and kisses her on the cheek mechanically, looking straight over her shoulder, feeling Tenoch’s presence next to him.
“I bet you have some catching up to do”, she says with almost painful kindness, and starts herding Tenoch’s siblings down the path, drawing a cloud of stragglers with her.
Julio stays behind with Tenoch, staring at the burnt grass between their feet. His tongue feels too big for his mouth and no words want to come out. What is there to say, “I’m sorry?” He’s sorry for everything and nothing at the same time.
Finally he dares to look up, and finds Tenoch already looking at him. His face is still carefully blank, an expression he’s clearly gotten better at in the last year. But the mask is fraying, showing little cracks around his eyes and mouth that only someone who knows him well would see.
And suddenly it’s the easiest thing in the world to take the two steps to cover the distance and wrap his arms around him. Julio half braces himself for the punch, but instead Tenoch digs his fingers into his shoulder blades so hard it hurts, pressing his face into the space where his neck and shoulder meet. He’s perfectly quiet, but Julio can feel the shudder moving through him, feels the hot wetness soaking through the heavy fabric of his jacket.
Julio stays completely still, holding onto him, until his breaths start to come a little easier and he starts to pull away. He politely ignores the way Tenoch wipes his sleeve over his eyes. And suddenly he knows exactly what to say.
“So where have you been all this time, cabrón? I have to go to a fucking funeral to see you?”
That earns him a startled laugh, still a little wet at the end, but real. Soon they’re both laughing, full-throat, bending over, like they’re not standing in a cemetary with Tenoch’s father’s body, like Tenoch’s eyes aren’t still a little red, like the last year didn’t even happen.
“So, what are you going to do now?” Julio asks when he can finally speak again.
Tenoch casts a glance towards his father’s open grave for a moment. Then he turns back towards Julio, a resolved look in his eyes. “First, I’m going to quit la pinche economía*.”
* fucking Economics