AN: More prompt pieces! This one I got 'I can't believe you bought the green vase' or something along those lines. Sandor is Nine's Rich, Legal Guardian AU! Stohn with a blushing of Devedor. This one is silly dumb so I like it more than the previous two.


"We're never going with your dad to a rich shit show again." John groaned to Stanley as quietly as possible while his guardian Sandor browsed. They stood in a huge, frigid vendor hall, completely decorated with sellers who auctioned off household products and fashion at prices that would give John's adoptive father, Brandon, a serious heart attack. The three of them have been walking up and down aisles full of expensive company stands for hours now and John was ready to walk the twenty miles home.

Who names their son 'Sandor', anyway? It sounded uncomfortably pretentious to him but since he was just beginning to be around Stanley's wealthy family, John learned how to hold his tongue. This had been one of Stan's "brilliant" ideas to get to know his lifestyle better.

Stanley doesn't react to John's complaining, just shrugged before replying. "He's looking for something to put in the living room, something that can pull the whole thing together." He glances at his companion briefly before looking around the stands. "I think we've been down this one alley a few times already..."

"Yeah, because having a window for a wall that looks over all of Michigan avenue doesn't do shit for it." John countered dryly, pulling his nicest jacket closer to him. He was used to snow and wind but not rich people air conditioning. "Of course we've been here before, your dad's obsessed with vases."

"Uncle. And it's not him that wants the room to be perfect." Stanley corrects him without turning to face John. He appears to be lost in thought off at the back of Sandor's suit. John follows his gaze to the speckled vase behind a plexiglass display case. "Think he's done finally. Just... hold out a little longer for me, Johnny." Before John can reply, his… "friend" walks off towards the jeweler Sandor was standing near. John has no choice but to follow, eyeing the company vendors with quick glares to avoid talking to anyone who can probably smell "Walmart regular from Nowhere Special, Ohio" on his skin.

"I cannot believe you bought the medium-sized vase." He can hear his date laughed to his uncle. They were waiting for the next step of the purchase as the jewelry vendor's extra help carefully boxed the clear case. John hoped they didn't expect the three of them to help carry it down the street to the Hancock center. The image of the three sharp dressed guys taking the box in a triangle formation and crab walking down the shopping center of Chicago make him kind of nervous.

With his luck, he'd be the one to drop it and crush everyone's dreams.

"She'll love it, it has plenty of those emerald green gems that match the colors in most of her stage wear." Sandor was mid conversation with Stanley over the peculiar pottery when John stepped up behind them.

"She had an album titled 'Red' though, dude, wouldn't something ruby red make more sense for her?"

"Red's last year's color, this year is all about the green apparently. Do I look like I know what's in and out?" Sandor tugs on the lapel of his black suit. "I just know that if it sparkles, Devektra will probably like it. Besides, I already bought it and if she doesn't like it, you do something with it."

"Finally." John suddenly adds with a loud sigh. He meant to keep the thought to himself but at this rate, the Ohio native was another minute away from buying a bus ticket and changing his mind on the rest of the Chicago vacation.

Sandor turns his head to the bored blonde boy hugging his coat and raises a brow, a smug grin suddenly on his face. "Well, looks like we almost lost your boyfriend back there, Stanley. You could have told me to speed it up, John."

"Woah, no way, it's not like that." Stanley snaps at his uncle, cutting John off before he uttered a sound. Sandor's smug grin only grows as he rolls his eyes.

"I've seen that look in your eye before, Stan, remember Maddy?"

"Yeah, it's the one that I get when I find love in ripping you a new one." Stanley growls quietly. It was best not to say anything that Sandor could use to his advantage, John decided. After all, he wasn't going to be the one to break the news and not in this building of Prada bags and Ferrari demos.

"I don't care if you like boys, Stanley-"

"I said it's NOT like that!"

Sandor looked ready to reply and continue teasing his nephew when the dealer returned with a clipboard and pen to sign the vase off to the Worthingtons. This is some ridiculous high-end production to sell a little vase. The dealer smiled, almost knowingly at John while Sandor signed his name on the dotted line. Stanley turned around to John and pulled him off to the side while his uncle closed the deal. The taller boy put a hand around his shoulder and pulled him a little closer.

"See? Just needed a little bit longer." He smiled, something John wasn't still exactly used to.

"I have the Greyhound app pulled up on my phone, Stanley. If there is another state fair for the one percent, I'm gone." He frowned deeply in response.

"You haven't even met my aunt yet, this is nothing compared to her world tour." He laughed quietly. "Next time, I'll make some shitty excuse and we can do something normal."

"I'm actually scared of what you think is normal." John couldn't keep his smile off of his face any longer.

"What if I told you it doesn't involve green vases, designer suits, and this thing?" Stanley proposed.

"Honestly, if it's at least Legoland, I'll be happy." John admits. He felt ready to tear off his collared shirt and tie under his coat and hole up in his favorite hoodie.

"Well, you better be happy because you just might be going home to Ohio with a ten thousand dollar vase."