Well this is my first ever piece of Fan Fiction I've ever written and published, not going to lie it absolutely terrifies me that people could read this. But it's something I've always wanted to do, so here it goes.

Of course I own nothing but the story, just a bit of Ambrollins fun.

Seth has moved into a new house with his brother, Roman, and their parents. But what happens when he realises that the boy across the street needs his help to save him from a life of abuse.

This story contains cursing, and some m/m action but nothing too hot and heavy. As well as depictions of parental abuse, depression, anxiety, drugs, prostitution and possible self harm (I'm going to see how the story pans out).

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For an hour now, Seth Rollins had sat at his desk under the bedroom window staring at his laptop trying to figure out just what to write down for his essay on The Great Gatsby. So far he had typed absolutely nothing. Realising that staring blankly at the blue glare of the computer screen was only going to further in hurting his eyes, he let out a long sigh. Taking the chewed up pen from his mouth and placing it on top of the book covered in scribbles and notes. No matter what he tried tonight he knew he wasn't going to be able to focus so he shut the laptop down.

He found himself staring into the sky, the clouds few and far between as it started to darken with the beginnings of twilight. The air rolling in through the window had a chilling effect to it but Seth liked it that way. The night just smelt of autumn. He smile wistfully. Autumn was his favourite time of year. He had great memories of his family at this time of year. His mother shared her passion for fall, they would always walk their pet dog Rosie through the park, she would smile at him while he told her all about his school day and teenage problems. She would giggle at the silly naivety of it all before placing her hand around his shoulder and giving him advice. Then they'd walk home as the sky grew darker and his father would have made delicious warm soup full of chicken chunks and fresh vegetables to warm them up. He'd sit at the table in the back doing homework while his mom and dad would watch TV in each others arms.

But these beautiful memories where often followed with the sad ones. They were gone now. Both parents had died a few years ago, along with Rosie, and had left him an orphan. A car crash had taken all their lives but by some miracle the doctors can not still figure out, had spared Seth. He wasn't left unscathed and his body was filled with the scars from the wounds he'd endured but no matter what at the end of the day he'd survived and they hadn't. His world had fell apart.

Luckily, Seth was never put into Foster Care. Straight away, having no other family, the parents of one of his oldest friends took him in and adopted him. They never treated him as anything other than one of their own. Sika and Patricia Reigns (or Mama Reigns as he lovingly called her) were two of the most loving people he had ever met and had done everything in their power to make him happy. Then there was his oldest friend and adopted brother, Roman. Him and Roman He had never expected to have liked having a brother as much as he did, but Roman really was the best he could ever hope for. He took after his parents so much; caring, kind and loving but if you messed with those he cared about he could stop you with just a stare of icy grey eyes. He wasn't a small guy by any standards and his muscular build would be enough to put most professional athletes to shame. If you didn't know his happy nature and kind heart he'd be a scary guy to look at.

This was his life now, and he has tried his hardest to put his dark times behind him. Bad moments rear their ugly heads still, but they are becoming fewer and far between. All in all Seth was a happy guy, and he honestly didn't think he would be without this, his, family. He'd been living with them for four years now but as him and Roman had grew the amount of room in their old house had become increasingly cramped, and as they grew their tastes had changed leaving Seth and Roman needing their own space to do what they wanted to do. So Sika, Patricia and the boys packed their bags and moved to the a bigger house.

Seth snapped out of his train of thought as a car came roaring down the street. He watched as the car was pulled into the yard of the house opposite, and as he'd come to expect a drunken man clambered out of the car before looking around smugly. He swore he could smell the bourbon from where he sat. He'd seen this guy nearly every night this week and every time he followed the same pattern. He'd go inside, turn all the lights on and blast some sort of loud music, sometimes punk, sometimes heavy metal, always noisy. It would drown out the sounds of the night sky and it would stay that way for a few hours. There was only one light that was pretty much permanantly on, and that was in the room opposite to his but the curtain was always closed and you could never see inside.

The music was loud enough to cover up the sound of Roman walking in the room, so when his huge hand tapped Seth's shoulder it made him jump.

Roman's deep laugh filled the room as Seth wiped his half blonde hair out of his face. "Shit!"

"I did knock", Roman stated matter of factly.

Seth playfully punched him in the shoulder, and the big guy pretended it hurt. Seeing the funny side of it he asked, "What do you want?"

"Foods on the table, stop creeping on the neighbours and come down."

"I wasn't creeping," Seth sounded off defensively.

"Sure, whatever, food." And with that Roman left, the sky was starting to show a sprinkling of stars, it was kind of pretty. He huffed, pushed his chair away from the desk and left his bedroom bouncing along to the loud music from the house across the street.

Patricia buzzed around the pans spooning the last of the meatballs into a large green porcelin bowl before shipping it over to Sika to place down at the table. Roman was sat down already on his phone, probably texting his friend Randy back home. Mama Reigns asked Roman to put his phone away, family rules no technology at the table. It was family time, which Seth never really minded. He grabbed some drinks from the fridge and handed them out. "Ahhhh, Seth", she kissed him on the cheek, "I don't know how you can get anything done with that noise from across the road. Screaming men and instruments being thrashed."

Seth wiped his cheek off as he sat down, "I don't mind it too much, I kind of like it."

She just tutted at him. "Music is meant to be enjoyed. It's not meant to make your ears bleed."

"You're showing your age, Patricia." Sika laughed, knowing full well what he was getting himself into, still he grinned happily and waited for her reaction. And there it was, the stare, it's where Roman had learnt it, except hers was definitely more terrifying.

She placed a hand on her hip "so, you like this music?"

"Me?" He squirmed. "God no. It's awful. And before you bury me in our lovely new garden to fertilise your roses, I just want to ask if your mum and dad ever liked anything you listened to at their age?"

Her eyebrow raised high as she sat down, "you think you're so clever."

"Erm, Dad?" Roman interrupted, "for future reference, what do you want written on your tombstone? Because if mum has her way there's not going to be a tombstone."

Seth burst out laughing. Going against his mother was always a war, she was beautiful and fierce. It was rare anyone won the battle. She may have been one of the most loving people in the world but you do not cross Mama Reigns no matter who you think you are.

"How about loves his wonderful goddess wife very dearly and promises to take her somewhere special very soon?"

"Nice save," she was laughing too.

Meals around here usually went down like this, warm and full of laughter.

Seth was naturally quiet guy but he loved to sit and listen as they would chat about anything and everything.

"So how's the first week in your new school been?" Sika turned the conversation before he got his ass handed to him.

Roman shrugged, "good I guess."

Seth, "Alright. Find out my new lab partner tomorrow."

This was a sore subject in the family, the last lab partner Seth had was a homophobic jerk that had lived to torture him. Roman went into big brothger mode and kicked the guys ass but that only made it worse, so Seth had made him promise not to go anywhere near the guy again. And respect to Roman, he kept his word, but as soon as that bell went on their last day in that school Roman strolled over to Brad and punched him flat onto his back, it had taken five guys and Seth just to get him off the guy.

So by that standard, anyone who Roman didn't feel the urge to brutally beat to death, was a winner. Not that Roman wanted to pummel guys to the ground often. Actually, Roman was pretty much a gentle giant. But like his mother, you didn't mess with what was his.

Sika spent the rest of the dinner coming up with all sorts of different types of characters his adopted son could be sat next too.

The remainder of dinner went on like this, easy conversation and good food.

After dinner it was Romans turn to wash the dishes, while Seth dried. They chatted about what the guys back at home where up to. They finished up and the Roman headed outside into the back garden to talk to Charlotte. A girl he had liked back home. His laughter carried on through the kitchen but fell short nearer the front of the house where the music still rattled.

Deciding that he couldn't be bothered finishing his homework right now Seth went into his bedroom and started working on the last of his boxes. He piled books, blu rays and games along the shelves haphazardly. He took extra care with some of his comics. He'd gotten into a good rhythm, singing along to music that drifted in.

Roman banged on the door and popped his head in, his hair dripping wet down his broad shoulders. "I'm off to bed, see you in the morning."

Seth looked at the time, he'd lost track of it. "Yeah, night."

Roman left, and Seth had decided to follow suit. He showered and climbed on top of his bed covers in the darkness lost in his own head. After a little while he was shocked when he realised how quiet it had gone. The music had stopped. He sat up slightly and looked into the house opposite, the lights all off except for a small glow in the upstairs window. It must have been from a lamp. Seth laid back down and stared at the ceiling, the quietness was suffocating. It made everything feel too still, making him twitch.

He didn't like the quiet and couldn't sleep. He grabbed his phone and headphones off of the night stand and put his music on, not long after he fell asleep.