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shyrose57 · 3 years

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Brothers anon back with a worked out timeline! And Misstressoffandoms sorry im responding so late! I completely missed your reply. Thats what I ended up doing but im hoping to eventually be able to completely copy those eailer asks and put them on my notes app.

When this gets a major update I'll resend if you want me too.

CURRENT AGES! (When they left Subbin)

Ran-19

Ranbob-26 (Previously 28 but decided to change it a bit, decided I didn't like the 9 year age difference between the brothers)

Watson-33 (Previously 35 but decided to change it a bit)

Jackie-16

Grievous-22

Benjamin-30

Cletus-24

Charles-25 (Previously 27 but decided to change it)

Isaac-29

CURRENT TIME LINE! (THIS IS NOT INDEPTH AND IS INSTEAD INTENDED TO GIVE A BRIEF SUMMARY OF EVERYTHING, DETAILS MAY BE CHANGED DEPENDING ON WHATS ADDED)

-Dream gets control of Ranbob and uses him to basically commit genocide in Mizu, Ran barely escapes.

-After living alone for 6 years Ran arrives in Subbin, takes part in the Pit tournament, and gains a family. At the same time the fishermen find and rescue Ranbob, bringing him to their home.

-2 years past with Ranbob recovering and having a haunting, and Ran fighting while spending time with his own haunting.

-Isaac manages to convince his group to go to Subbin even though Ranbob is a bit nervous, the fishermen join The Pit for the promise of money and fun. Ranbob gets pinned against Ran (doesnt know its Ran) and sees the King of The Hill is on with Ran at the top. Ranbob climbs up to see Ran there, he is shocked and approaches him with weapon dropped and shaking, Ran kicks him off the edge. Ranbob slams his head into the ground and dislocates his shoulder, rises up to see the King of The Hill dropping. Ranbob tries to talk to Ran only for Ran to run to him and slam him into the ground, yelling at and threatening him. He carries him over to the edge of the arena and at this point Porkius calls off the fight and the fishermen and Gladiators enter the arena to seperate them. Ran cursing out Ranbob as he gets dragged away. Ranbob gets treated in the medical wing as Ran storms about and the two groups talk and match everything up.

-Weeks past with incredible tension in the air. They decide that taking a trip may help and after getting approval from Porkius, manage to convince Ranbob and trick Ran to come along.

-After agurements and tense moments while in a carriage, they get out and walk to their next destination. A flower biome. Where they manage to relax and have fun for a few days before moving on.

-Next Watson leads them to a nearby waterfall he found with a tunnel behind it, the brothers get water splashed on them by Isaac and Jackie being idiots, and from dripping water in the cave, leaving Ran with burns to his neck and hands, while Ranbob has burns to his cheeks and also to his neck. The burns fade quickly with help of burn cream Watson brought with.

-After they pass the tunnel they see a shattered Savanna, and decide to travel through it. Tension ramps up when both Grievous and Cletus almost fall off halfway up a mountain, and when Rans scowling and growling end up sending Ranbob so far away from him he almost walks off the edge.

-Watson says the Savanna is to dangerous and leads them to a nearby roofed forest, where they have their first run in with Raq and learn that Ran is still being hunted.

-After 3 morw run-ins with Raq they move to another forest, this time Oak, and stumble upon a village, where they stop for supplies. This is also where they learn of Kelalen, but the librarian they learned it from dismisses them as lunatics and to avoid them. Upon pressing for more info they find out it was like Mizu, to which Ranbob shows interest and excitement.

-They move on to a Tagia biome where everyone attempts to tame a wolf and fails, expect Charles, Watson, and Ran. Charles gets 4 dogs from this and is very happy.

-While running to shelter in a cave from a thunderstorm, the brothers lag behind the rest, and start to badly agure. At the end Ran shouts something that makes Ranbob stop, stare at him with teary eyes, and run away. Ran almost goes after him but doesnt and instead goes to tell the others. While Ranbob finds another smaller cave to hide it, and after some harsh words, everyone goes searching for him. Leaving Ran alone and leaving him with his guilt ridden, horrible feeling, and merciless mind

-They get Ranbob to come back to find Ran gone, at first almost no one wants to go after him. Saying how it's all his fault. But eventually they agree to look for him after the storm has passed. Its a full day until the storm passes and the gladiators have become very worried for Ran.

-When they finally look for him, it takes them hours to find him. And they only find him when there's a sudden shout through the woods, leading them to Raq mid-attack on Ran, taking advantage of his distraction of being lost in his own mind. Sadly their a bit late and aren't able to save Ran from a blindness potion. But are able to chase Raq away. Ran suffers due to the potion, and everyone is distressed.

-3 days pass until they manage to collect themselves up enough to move, after Ranbob said that he believes the town of Kelalen is nearby, he believes traveling there is worth the risk.

-It takes a week to travel to Kelalen and at first they get turned away, before Lucia recognizes some features of Ranbob and feels bad turning them away when Ran is blind. So they get brought in and Ran gets cured.

-They stay in Kelalen for 4 weeks (minimum, may be more later on, im actually thinking along the lines of months) where they learn more about everything and Foolish who is particularly interesting. And after a while and long conversations they say goodbye and continue on to their next biome, a snow biome.

-While in the snow biome they meet a particular old enderman who used to live with members of the SMP. He reveals his name as Edward and upon meeting Ran and Ranbob he makes the connection with them to Ranboo. And starts to happily tell stories and teach lessons. But when Ran leaves to go to bed, Edward reveals that Ran does love Ranbob, but is struggling with his own nightmares that make it hard for him to show it to Ranbob. Who hesitates believing him, but eventually does. From here on Ranbob looks at and thinks of Ran in a different view.

-After the snow biome theres no real destination next on their list, so they decide to just explore.

-3 months past before something interesting happens. Whenever they come across a village Jackie has formed a habit of asking them about Foolish, as he took a interest in him. And he eventually gets a village that goes "Yes Foolish is that way." And he excitedly drags everyone else with him to meet Foolish.

-They get to Foolish's home and start exploring. Jackie is alone when Foolish confronts him and Jackie brings him to the others. Foolish isn't exactly nice at first but warms up upon seeing the brothers again, as he's reminded of Ranboo. Hes informed about Dream and he is horrified to learn that and offers his help, they decline beliving themselves already free of Dream. Just before the group leaves Foolish gives them access to his armoury, saying how he feels like they'll need it. Before Ran can leave Foolish gives him a special totem of undying, saying he truly means he'll help, and that he feels they may face Dream again. Foolish tells Ran to break it when they need help and he'll be summoned to them. Ran leaves disturbed.

-2 years have passed with the group and brothers getting closer, along with occasional attacks from Raq and other hunters. They head back to Subbin. Their goal of getting the brothers closer achieved. Their still not as close as they used to be, but their close enough they can joke around, be left in the same room together alone without someone being stabbed, and even hug. Though Ran still hasnt fully forgiven Ranbob yet, but he's trying his best. Their on their way back to Subbin when nightmares between the two start ramping up, and Ranbobs episodes where he tries to run back to Dream are also on the rise. Everyone is starting to suspect something is happening but isn't sure what and so try to move on. When next Raq attack he brings back up again, this time instead of focusing on Ran, they focus on Ranbob. When Raq is defeated and finally caught, they ask why, and Raq reveals that theres a person who put a high bounty on Ranbob. Raq dies from Ran and Cletus.

-Ranbob fears its Dream, the others comfort him saying Dream can't escape Mizu. Their wrong.

-They finally get to Subbin and things are normal for a while, until Porkius reveals that Ranbob probably shouldn't be alone for a while. When asked why he reveals that the bounty on Ranbob has been put back up in Subbin, although he's going as fast as he can to nullify it. Benjamin, Charles, and Watson go to the local bar where bounties are put. And sure enough there's one for Ranbob there.

-When they get back Ran reveals what Foolish told him about facing Dream. They realizie Dream somehow got out and is hunting Ranbob down. Ranbob is terrified but they manage to comfort him. And they come to the conclusion they need to fight Dream. They spend months preparing and training for it.

-(This is the end bit and has yet to be fully figured out. So it'll be added in at a later time.)

Notes: During the whole time traveling, unless specified, Ran and Ranbob are far away from each other. Ran tending to be in the very front of the group with Ranbob in the very back. And whenever Ranbob got close to a gladiator Ran would growl at him to back off.

If you have any questions feel free to ask! (And if I missed anything please tell me so I can add it)

And I wanna check, am I still ok to send these?- to like talk about my au or no?- I'm afraid I've overstayed my welcome honestly and if I did I dont want to annoy you and will stop! And if you still don't mind, is there anything you want me to change? In general?

This’ll be helpful for the future! Also, Charles has four dogs, that’s adorable.

Of course you’re okay to send ‘em, I love reading these things!

I will never be annoyed about getting to see someone’s cool ideas and see how they choose to build on them. That sort of thing is awesome, and I love seeing it, your AU most certainly a favorite in that like. Send as many as you’d like, and I’ll be all the happier for it.

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siriuslystargazing · 3 years

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Chapter 2 ~ Domestic bliss

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“It's okay, I'm here, you're safe with me,” Remus held onto Sirius as he continued to shake and sob into his shoulder. It was a good ten minutes before Sirius composed himself, he pulled away from remus looking into his worryful eyes

“There was a woman she-”

“You don't need to tell me, come, let's get you cleaned up. I'll make a start on some breakfast” Remus offered a smile, Sirius let out a shaky sigh before getting up and heading to one of the bathrooms. Sirius led the way as Remus followed making sure he got there okay, the bathroom wasn't as bad as the men expected, sure there were a few spider webs floating around and dead bluebottles on the windowsill but it was useable.

“You wouldn't have brought any towles and clean clothes would you moons?”

“Don't worry my case is downstairs I'll go grab them, and i apologise in advance I burned a lot of your stuff after… well yeah”

Sirius cracked a smile as he sat on the toilet seat he didn't dare lift the lid in fear of what he would find, remus brushed past him towards the shower/bath combo he looked into the tub grimacing at the orange rust stains along the porcelain.

“I dont know whats dirtier, you or the bathtub” Remus turned the hot tap a few times wondering where the water was, the house let out a handful of groans and brown water erupted from the shower head drenching remus in the foul liquid, Remus yelped gagging at the smell while sirius howled with uncontainable laughter.

“It's not funny Sirius” Remus whined flicking the water at him, “Ugh it smells worse than that time you swam in the lake as padfoot, i think something has died in the water tank or something”

“Remus the house doesn't have a water tank, besides it runs clear after 2 minuets it always has, it's probably the pipes they were always like this, just be glad it wasn't the black sludge again…” Sirius sighed nonchalantly as he began peeling off his Azkaban uniform stepping into the tub. Remus was going to ask but thought it best to head downstairs for his case,

“ right.. Well I'll go grab my bags. I have some shampoo and conditioner you can use..” Remus said quietly his voice but a whisper, Remus left the bathroom closing the door behind him. He left sirius to clean himself up and headed downstairs for his bags, he passed the doorway where he saw the figure stopping to look at the brass nameplate on the door ‘R.A.B’, Remus pushed the open door wider peering into the room

“Master Regulus is sleeping” kreacher sneered behind Remus who jumped back in fear

“Kreacher, Regulus is dead” Remus looked at the house elf who ignored him in reply closing the door with a click of his fingers and returning to his chores.

Remus shuddered again he sensed he was being watched by someone but could tell who, he didn't particularly want to walk pass walburger again so he drew his wand waving it “Accio bags” with the spell muttered his suitcases shot up the staircase landing in front of him, he picked them up and walked back to sirius room. Remus pushed the door open with his back to the room. At that moment it felt as though someone was watching him, he looked up and around the room no one was in there but it felt as though a mother was weeping in the room.

“Hello?”

There was no reply, Remus was relieved but he couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching him as he plopped his bags on the bed grabbing his wash bag and towels from inside and heading back to the bathroom.

“Ugh i can’t believe we did that in there Remus it's disgusting” sirius whined flopping into a seat at the grand oak table in the kitchen

“Shut up, you were practically begging me and it was no picnic for me anyway, head up” remus moved behind Sirius beginning to brush his hair, sirius let out a low moan, oh how he missed it when Remus brushed his hair, he wasn't quite happy at the length after Remus battled with the matted curls he decided the best thing to do was cut it off and start a new.

“Calm down dog boy, your mother is only in the stairwell” Remus jokes

“Don't remind me… the moment we figure out how to remove that blasted thing the better” Sirius sighed once more.

With the morning nearly over and breakfast going down well the two men began work on cleaning the house, Sirius suggested his room and the bathroom first and Remus agreed they needed somewhere to sleep and the place that keeps you clean should be clean. It took a while but they finally got into the rhythm of things with a mix of muggle cleaning products that Remus swore by and magic by 4:30 sirius bedroom was clean and dust free and the bathroom looked brand new. Remus left the bathroom dragging out the mop and bucket his gaze fixated on the floor. He noticed a trail of muddy footprints leading to 3rd floor, without hesitation Remus decided to follow the footprints, they looked practically fresh then he noticed puddles of water along the stairs.

“Moony?” Sirius called from his bedroom but there was no reply.

Remus continued up the stairs it felt as though someone was leading him up there, he found himself on the 3rd floor landing it was a lot brighter thanks to the larger windows on either side of the landing Remus walked over to his right continuing to follow the footprints he looked outside the large window that overlooked a lake.

“Rem?” sirius called walking up the stairs, he didn't like going up to the third floor he remembered when he was little he ran up there away from his mother and heard crying coming from the grand bedroom he never truly believed what he saw in that room but he never went into it again.

“Sirius look… i never knew this lake was here it's beautiful ” Remus waved over to sirius his attention fixated on the lake outside

“Yeah its starfell lake, it smells horrific though” sirius replied

“But how is it here in london?”

“Oh well the house is kind of like frankenstein's monster”

“How so?”

“You see how its so narrow and yet the rooms are huge, well a few hundred years ago the Black family didn't want to leave the grimmauld estate to rot so they merged it with the town house in london that's why you can see parts of the estate and london through the windows. Its old magic. I remember my uncle Alphrad said the house was possessed like it was living or something...” He explained, Remus looked at him his face going slack as if he saw someone standing behind Sirius

“What?” sirius smiled, looking behind him he wasn't a big fan of the upper floors to the house weird things happen up there

“Oh nothing..” remus lied.

“If you say so, I'm going to make a start in the kitchen you coming?” remus Nodded the thought of following the muddy footprints tucked away in the back of mind that was an adventure for a different day they needed to clean the house.

Once more the kitchen looked liveable remus managed to fix the ice box and Kreacher made an effort to help, a constant narration of curses flowed from the stairwell much to the wizards dismay.

“Shes getting rather creative with those insults” Remus mused leaning against the kitchen counter stirring his hot chocolate, Sirius didn't reply but a ghostly smile played on his face

“What time is it?” was all he asked

“Oh its 7:56 why?”

“We have to go to sleep now…” sirius said, no emotion in his voice it sounded as if he was possessed

“Sirius? What are you on about … your not in azkaban anymore you can stay up later-” remus didn't get chance to finish as Sirius grabbed his arm, the house began to moan as a cold wind rushed through the house a grandfather clock began its chimes

“We have to go upstairs where it's safe… he's going to come again and again…. He won't leave until it's broken…” Sirius mumbled

“Sirius you're not making any sense- Ah- stop your hurting me” Remus panicked as he was being pulled up the stairs, he managed to break free at the foot of the staircase when he saw a man in the cDrawing room dressed in elegant clothing 18th century if Remus recalled correctly but the scariest thing was his face, it looked as if he was made of porcelain. The Gentlemans right eye was missing from what Remus could see but he didn't wish to linger as the clock chimes its 5 chime Remus grabbed Sirius and ran up the stairs and into his room. The two men listened to the eighth and final chime of the clock…

“Sirius What's happening?”

“I don't know.. When did we go to my room?”

“You don't remember what you said you were talking in riddles about a man and a curse or some shit”

“Sorry i don't know, it's just.. We never stay up past eight that's all, i told you the house is possessed”

Remus looked at the man in front of him watching as he wrecked his brain for answers, he contemplated telling Sirius about the man in the drawing room but resisted.

“We can talk about his tomorrow lets just go to sleep” sirius didn't object he looked over to the window expecting to see the faceless woman again but nothing, he sighed with relief.

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shadowturtlesstuff · 4 years

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One of us

so i did a thing, you know when i said i was writing cardan listning to hamilton...well here it is

also thanks to @fangirling-again for editing and helping me with this crazy fic.

Judes' voice was a little sore but she couldn't be happier. Cardan and herself had decided to spend the weekend in the mortal world with her sister Vivi. They'd spent most of the day wandering around her small hometown, she began just shopping but as soon as Cardan saw the castle he insisted they go inside. So they'd spent a few hours wandering the castle, Jude going through the different time phases throughout history and what the town itself used to be. After that they'd gotten ice scream and met up with her sisters; Oak, Heather and Taryns' son. They'd gotten to Vivi and Heather's new apartment and had dinner, and were currently all surrounding the TV. Jude had her nephew on her lap, Cardan next to her stealing kisses every now and then. Oak was to her left. Vivi and Heather shared a chair and taryn sat on the floor by Oak. Locke refused to come to the mortal world which was fine with all of them. It was much more enjoyable than if he was here. Cardan was messing with her hair as they all sat watching Hamilton.

They'd all fallen into roles quickly, singing along through act 1. It had recently come out on Disney plus, which Vivi had gotten immediately. Apparently Heather had introduced her to the musical and Vivi had shown Jude and Taryn weeks ago and she was addicted to it. She didn't usually sing back in Elfhame or even have a device to play music. Yet she brought a phone just for this. Cardan often found her singing to herself when she was doing paperwork, he didn't join in ever, she didn't even know if he could sing, but he always wore a soft smile that made her heart nearly burst. It was weird, being with Cardan, but her favourite moments were the small ones where she was able to show just how mortal she was and he still smiled at her. Still loved her. It baffled her.

They were on act 2 now, Judes voice hurt slightly but she was having so much fun. It was nice not to worry about anything other than the words and the four year old on her lap. Cardan hadn't spoken the entire time, content watching the chaos of her family. Currently Taryn was Burr, singing the 'Room Where It Happened'. Which was one of Jude’s favorites, she understood the need to be there where power was, where people make decisions on how the country was controlled. Although her favorite was probably the 'Schuyler Sisters' because it reminded her of a time when the three of them were carefree, wondering what life would be for them. None of them would've guessed anything like this and yet even though she had lost so much she was still grateful. Taryn's son was in and out of sleep because it was nearly midnight, but the four year old still danced along with her whenever she sang. Her nephew was adorable, with black hair and a cunningly cute smile. Thankfully he looked more like Taryn than Locke, but you would still be able to tell he was the father. She loved him and spent as much time as she could with him, even if that wasn't much. Taryn didn't visit the palace much, claiming she was too tired or whatever nonsense Locke wanted her to say. She was surprised when she agreed to join them tonight but Jude guessed she needed a proper break even if her child was still with her. Cardan was good with him too, holding him whenever they saw him and making the child smile widely and giggle as he pulled faces and cooed at him. Both of them feared being parents, they were sure the other would be perfect but always doubted themselves, they had spoken about it a few times but never decided, they were in no rush to produce an heir, and they still had to both fear being a parent less.

Jude rested her head on Cardans' shoulder and smiled, watching her sisters sing. She had parts coming up soon but as of right now she wanted her husband's shoulder to be a pillow. Admittedly she was tired, they walked a lot today, yesterday had been meeting after meeting. How Oak was still wide awake was a mystery, although he was still a kid she supposed. ‘Why ‘Why don't the fae do this?’ She heard cardan whisper to her.

‘What do you mean?’

‘This,’ he said gesturing to her sisters singing, ‘being together singing without instruments or a revel or anything. If any fae saw this they'd be completely baffled. It's all so weird.’

Panic swelled in her, she hadn't asked Cardan if he wanted to watch this or even stay with Vivi tonight, they could've gone to a hotel, which perhaps would have been weirder for Cardan. ‘Are you not enjoying this? We can-’

He chuckled lightly, ‘I am enjoying his immensely my love, I especially love seeing you smile as you sing.’ He tells her and places a kiss on her head. This moment, anything like this made all the pain she'd ever faced worth it. She smiled at her husband.

‘I hope you know that you'll be one of us soon. You'll have heard it so much you'll know all the words.’

‘I expect nothing less, my wicked thing.’

‘Hey lovebirds!’ Oak shouted at them, snapping them out of their bubble via popcorn. Jude scowled whilst everyone else laughed, Cardan included. She felt her nephew stirring and threw popcorn back at Oak, she'd only just settled him.

‘You little brat.’She said, to him but he only pulled a stupid face and pointed to the screen where Washington was standing proudly sayong goodbye to his nation. She missed most of her song due to getting lost in Cardans' warm embrace and kind words. However she quickly caught onto the part of the song and began, promising to once again do the king song.

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Jude had been standing outside her room for at least five minutes. She'd been in a rush to get some documents but as soon as she heard Cardans' voice she stopped in her tracks, her head against the door and waited. She'd caught Cardan singing Hamilton, right at the end of 'Winter's Ball', which meant 'Helpless' was next and never in a million years could she ever imagine her husband singing that. Yet she heard him be Eliza Hamilton. He was a damn good Eliza too. He even was Angelica and Alexander.

‘‘Two weeks later in the living room stressin’ my father stone-faced whilst your asking for his blessin’.’’

It was at that point Jude slowly opened the door; revealing a spinning Cardan. His hands in the air as if he was dancing with someone. She stepped further into the room, seeing that he had stolen her phone and had earphones in, papers and ink were left discarded on the desk and the chair was on the floor as if he'd flung it back in his rush to dance. His eyes were closed and he was completely lost in the moment. Jude was trying really hard not to laugh and wishing she had an extra phone to record this.

‘Then he shakes your hand and says be true, then you look back to me and suddenly i'm helpe-’

Just as he was about to sing ‘helpless’ at the top of his lungs he bumped into Jude, knocking her slightly and going completely still. They stared at each other, Cardan looking as if he'd seen a ghost and Jude looking like a child in school holding back a laugh. She relented and began laughing and Cardan started scowling at her. It only made her laugh harder.

‘What, my sweet villain, is so funny about me singing? It was you who told me I'd sing it at some point-was it not?’

‘Yeah,’ Jude wheezed trying to stop laughing, ‘but I didn't expect this.’ She gestured to where he had been dancing, the chair and him in general.

‘Jude what are you even doing back so soon?’ He asked, racking a hand through his hair. Clearly he hadn't been expecting anyone, least of all Jude, to walk in on him.

She composed herself enough to answer, not looking at him in fear of laughing again. ‘I'm just getting some papers for a meeting.’

‘Well, I-. See jude.’ Cardan began at a loss for words. Never, in all her time knowing Cardan, in being married to him, had he been stumped for words. It was perhaps funnier than watching him dance. Jude placed her hand on her mouth to hide her smile and faced her husband. She could see the embarrassment in his eyes and felt bad for laughing even if it was hilarious.

‘Cardan,’ Jude said as she took his hands in hers, ‘my love look at me.’ Reluctantly he looked at her and it took every ounce of self control not to laugh again. ‘I am not laughing at your singing talent, I'm laughing because I've just walked in on my husband dancing alone singing a mortal song.’ She explained to him, kissing his nose and smiling. He had a small smile playing at his lips. ‘Your really good at singing.’ She moves her hand up his arms, rubbing them gently to show how sorry she is for laughing. He takes ahold of her waist and presses his lips to hers. She smiles into the kiss and feels him do the same. She pulls back and looks at her husband before whispering softly:

‘Boy, you got me helpless.’

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cherryeol04 · 4 years

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Breaking the curse

Based on this prompt!

https://corvidprompts.tumblr.com/post/190045516647/dont-worry-says-the-witch-im-a-skilled

Jisung sighed as another plant withered by his presence, a trail of them behind him, obscuring the snow covered ground with their dead foliage. Luckily it seemed trees were immune to whatever curse had been placed on him - he wouldn’t have heard the end of it from the village elders if the trees started dying as well.

The snow crunched loudly under his heavy boots in a teeth grating, goosebump raising sort of way. Jisung had always hated the sound that snow makes, the feeling of it and even the cold temperatures it brought with it. Yet, he could never deny the beauty of it. The way it blanketed the ground, lush and white. The peaceful serenity that was casted about. Always so beautiful. But nevertheless it was an annoying pain in the ass, especially now as he had to trudge through it in order to get to the local witch.

Though if you ask Jisung, “local” wasn’t the correct term to use. It was more like the “convenient” witch, as she....he?(Jisung wasn’t sure)...was the only one around for miles. Villages were scattered around in what maps showed as some sort of ring with Jisung’s village being in the center. A central hub of sorts, rich with resources that were traded with the other villages. And just on the outskirts of the south village, was a large forest and nestled right in the front of the tree line was the witch’s home. A foreboding abode that had everyone wary since it’s erection. Which was understandable, witches weren’t to be trusted. They used their magic for evil, summoning dark creatures that wiped out civilization faster than any plague or drought could. Stories of such happenings had been passed down for years, eventually becoming bedtime stories and even warnings to children to be good unless they want to be snatched up by a witch.

Jisung had been the most obedient child in the whole village. But as he grew older, he grew more adventurous which lead him into very dangerous situations half the time and one of the reasons he was cursed now and making the day’s trip to the witch to see if maybe he could beg for its removal. He highly doubted it, it’s not like the villages had welcomed the witch with open arms or anything.

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It was nightfall when Jisung finally reached the log cabin, smoke pillowing from the chimney as the light of the fire danced from the windows. It looked so welcoming and homey and for a moment, Jisung forgot about the danger that lurked inside.

Knocking on the door, he waited about 3 seconds before knocking again. Another 3 seconds found him knocking again until there was no longer a pause between the rapping a of his knuckles against the oak wood. The door swung open quickly, startling Jisung slightly, and he was greeted to the sight of a very handsome and a very disgruntled young man.

Was this the witch? No surely not. Witches were old hags with warts on their faces, stringy grey hair and a hunched back, or so he had been told. This beautiful man couldn’t possibly be the witch.

“Um, hi?” Jisung wanted to facepalm because what kind of greeting was that?! He was such an idiot, letting a pretty face startled him so much. To be fair though, not even the most beautiful women in his village could make him as speechless as this guy had.

He received no response, just the male stepping aside and motioning for him to walk in. Jisung’s mind instantly screamed ‘it’s a trap!’ and his body refused to move, which seemed to further upset the already irked witch. “Well, are you going to come in or are you going to stand there all night and kill off the rest of my plants?” He snapped and Jisung told himself to swoon later and act now before he got on the witch’s bad side. But boy was his voice just a sweet melody.

Walking inside, he turned as the door was closed, eyes locked on the witch as he moved further inside and to a table, fingers running through the orange fur of a very fat cat. “What’s your name?”

“J-Ji-“ He cleared his throat quickly. “Jisung. Han Jisung.”

“Well, Han Jisung, how exactly did you get cursed?”

Straight to the point, perfect.

“Well, I don’t really know?” The tapered off question had the witch raising a brow before a huffed chuckle left his lips.

“Of course. I’m not surprised.” The witch scoffed. Leaving the cat’s side, he walked back towards Jisung, slowly circling him and Jisung found his head whipping around to keep his eyes on the male at all times. He didn’t need a surprise ambush and knocked out of anything.

“Must have been a nasty little creature to give you this curse?” He mused loudly and sighed. “Alright, I suppose I can help, for a price.”

“P-price?” Jisung fumbled quickly to check his pockets, pulling out what little coin he carried and held it out to the other. “This is all I have. Please, I need this curse gone.” He wasn’t above begging, and if he needed to start now, then he surely would.

Eyeing the money, the witch laughed and pushed the hand away with a shake of his head. “I don’t need nor want your money.”

“I don’t understand. I don’t have anything else to offer.”

The look that crossed the witch’s face had Jisung freezing in confusion. Intense with a hint of curiosity in those unwavering pools of dark brown. Whatever it was the witch was searching for, he must have found as he broke the gaze and turned his back to Jisung.

“This way.” He lead Jisung into a back room, larger than the rest. From the ceiling and walls hung a variety of different plants and herbs, some of which Jisung could recognize and other’s he couldn’t. In the middle of the room was a large cauldron, the fire already lit beneath it and it seemed to be filled with some sort of liquid already. He hoped it was just water.

Jisung watched with great curiosity as the witch gathered different herbs and started tossing them into the bubbling liquid. Each one turned the liquid a different color - green, then red, then yellow, and then pink. And the most foul smelling scent slowly filled the room, leaving Jisung gasping for breath and regretting his choice of coming here. Maybe he could live with the curse after all?

“Don’t worry, I’m a skilled cursebreaker. You’re going to be fine.” Jisung wasn’t too reassured by that as four more herbs were tossed into the pot, all of which he recognized.

“I thought all those herbs and things that you’re putting in that pot are poison.”

“They are.” The witches hummed noncommittally. “Breaks the curse though.”

Jisung swallowed thickly. “And kill me.” He whispered.

“I never said I was a healer.” Looking up from stirring the pot, the witch gave Jisung a once over before continuing. “Do you want the curse gone or not?”

“Yes.” He replied instantly. He wanted the curse gone, he just didn’t want to die in the process.

“Then trust me.” Grabbing a vial, the witch carefully poured the concoction into it, the liquid a beautiful purple and if not for the steam rising out of it and the still horribly offending smell, Jisung might have thought it was grape juice. As it was handed to him, Jisung carefully clutched it tightly and raised it to his lips before stopping.

“Can I at least know your name before I die?” He asked. The witch chuckled and shook his head at the comment.

“Minho.”

“Bottoms up, Minho.” Jisung threw his head back and down the potion, missing the way the witch’s eyes seemed to darken at statement. Despite smelling awful, it didn’t taste horrible. There was a hint of sweetness to it that made swallowing it down easier and once the vial was empty, he handed it back to Minho. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Minho hummed and placed the vial back onto a shelf. “The curse will be lifted in three days time.”

“It’s not instant?!? What kind of magic hoax is this?!” Jisung grumbled, angry that the curse wasn’t broken already.

“Magic doesn’t work like that.” Minho laughed. “Such a naive little boy.” He cooed in jest. “Now, run along back home and rest, let the potion do its job.”

“What about your payment?” Jisung asked.

“Oh don’t worry, Sunggie.” Jisung was taken aback by the nickname, though he couldn’t say he hated it. Especially not when it rolled so lovely out of Minho’s mouth. “I’ll come for my payment in three days. Now if you’ll be so kind and see yourself out, I need to clean up.”

Nodding dumbly, Jisung made a quick exit out of the room and out of the cabin. The happiness of being curse free was overridden by the curiosity of what Minho meant by coming to receive his payment. If he didn’t want money, then what else could he possibly want?

It was a question that plagued Jisung’s mind for his entire trip back home. And as dawn broke, he was no closer to figuring out the answer. In the end, all he could do was wait until he could see the beautiful witch once again.

#minsung #stray kids #lee minho #han jisung #jisung #minho #lee know #fantasy #magic #witch!minho #human!jisung #cursed!jisung #i love stray kids #minsung otp #writers #kpop #fanfic #stray kids fanfic

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peachpeachtea · 4 years

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Region base leaders/apprentices

I briefly mentioned the leaders and their kiddos on the last post so we’re gonna get into them now here we goooo (excuse the old art on my part i dont have time to make new refs--also all artists/contributors will be tagged accordingly)

Lark Base--Base Leader, Cadi--Apprentice, Marna Cadi: She’s the youngest of the 6 base leaders stationed in Asnia (At 20), and the most temperamental. She values hard work and independence, and despises it when people try to coddle or underestimate her abilities. While she runs a tight ship, she tends to be brash, LOUD, and impatient overall,--she’s self assured and very much carries her pride for everyone to see. Her partner is a Dubwool, Clementine, and in her spare time, Cadi has a herd of Wooloo that she takes care off and is v e ry protective over--she often spends nights taking care of them and making sure no trespassers startle the sheepies (and if she catches anyone they get whacked with her staff at BEST--her neighbors aren’t unaccustomed to hearing loud, Galarian swearing in the middle of the night). On that note: she has a really bad sailor mouth.

Marna: Similar to how Cadi is the youngest of the leaders, Marna is the youngest of the current apprentices in the region. She has a curious nature, and is a bit of an energetic busy bee, who rarely has time or patience to sit down/relax--she’s constantly working on something or another, whether it’s helping Cadi do paperwork (see: doing it for her because Cadi is incapable of filing decent paperwork and Marna cannot stand disorganization), or working in her normal duties. Her work ethic is, in a word, unreal, and that’s one of the reasons why Cadi values her so much as an apprentice and friend. Marna tends to be a bit picky and stuffy, but she thrives in her work and loves helping people. She’s the one to ask the most questions/the one to have the most answers. She’s also loves birds!! Swablu, Cirrus, is a testament to that. She loves him and he can usually be seen perched on her head sleeping.

-------- Cypress Base--Base Leader, Hades--Apprentice, Lethe Hades: The leader of the north mountain base, Hades is a confident transman who leads with a rather cool head. In his past he was a very feared individual known as "Hel, ruler of hell" due to his grip on the gang life of the region. He's done things he's not proud of and would likely never talk about. A skilled climber and dedicated to his job and training of his partner Drednaw Cerberus-- he's just a supportive dad figure. Has known Russell for many years, and as mentioned, is a sort of father figure to Lethe.

(Hades and his art belongs to @edwardsbraid btw!) Lethe: The least energetic of the apprentices, Lethe is a troubled but soft hearted boy who didn’t intend to become a Ranger at all--he was living by himself with no income for years, on account of having no parents to speak of (abandonment issues ahoy)--his recommendation to the academy was a complete accident, but the school had free boarding and it gave him a purpose, so he took the opportunity while he had it. While he loves what he does, and has made two good friends out of this, he’s struggling to come to terms with his issues and struggles to keep up with his peers. He tends to be a trouble magnet, so the plot hammer will not be kind to him umu. He’s a bit indecisive, timid and an easy crier, but he genuinely loves pokemon/people and wants to be of use to everyone somehow. He’s not much of a logistical thinker but he’s definitely not a push over physically, which comes in handy--he has no partner pokemon for plot reasons that i will reveal later.

---------- Red Oak Base (Base is still in development so this portion is likely to be updated in the future)--Base Leader, Bridget--Apprentice, Alex

Bridget: Bridget- A senior base leader with a strong sense of morality and an attitude to back it, she has no trouble rearing in even the most stubborn of rangers. Only the most confident and worthy are able to perform an apprenticeship under her and are expected to take over all Union duties alongside the Base Leader role. In times of peace and outside of work, she enjoys quiet days in her cottage with her trusted Luxray (Queenie) and looking after her Granddaughter Fraise. Her base is integral to communications between the south and north sides of Asnia Rangers, because geographically it’s in the exact center of the region (and her area has the best weather of the two sides). This is typically where all the leaders and apprentices meet up for important meetings and such.

Alex: Bridget’s apprentice and a stubborn lad--he and Bridget are often bickering with each other. He’s a dumb little hothead who likes to challenge people and bicker with his mentor. He and her fight like siblings and poke fun at each other’s age (he calls her Granny). Will do things just because someone says he can’t (IE try to lift a log twice his size just because someone said he couldn’t), eagerly and affectionately combative. Possibly has a crush on one of the other apprentices but umu thats a topic for later.

(Both Alex and Bridget belong to @humanblt!)

--------- Willow Base--Leader, Russell, Apprentice-- Hestia Russell: A former violent tempered and loud mouthed delinquent, used to be Hades literal partner in crime and has been his close friend for many years--eventually, after some personal events that i’ll get into later, Russell got tired of his crime sprees. He has since turned over a new leaf and is a quiet, amicable young man who wouldn't hurt a fly--he’s determined to get as far away from his past as possible, to the point where he dropped his real name and decided to go by Russell. He refuses to hurt people if the need isn't dire, and has been labeled as a weenie for his pacifistic behavior/even temper. While soft hearted, he can be stern, and isn’t afraid to be tough when needed. Dearly loves his town and his new life as a peacekeeper. Terrified of ghosts/creepy places (ironic because he works in the spooky part of Asnia--the local ghost types like to pick on him). Usually seen helping old ladies across the street and chopping fire wood--very sensitive about his age and scarred face, and cries when someone points out a gray hair. Has a Corviknight, Cobalt, who is usually perched at the top of the base. In charge of keeping people out of the deeper part of the woods behind his town. Has a long term crush on Carys and clams up when she's around.

(art done as a collaborative by me and roseheart-exe) Hestia: Hestia is a cryptic but very sweet and dedicated girl from regions unknown. She often gives off the vibes that she knows more than she lets on, and often speak in riddles or vague non sequiturs. Locals tend to be unnerved by her general disposition, comparing her to a “ghost, at best”. She hates fire, is creeped out by dolls of any sort, and is easy to startle, despite her best efforts to appear calm and collected. Hestia tries to be kind and amiable, and loves her few friends very deeply, but she’s incredibly stubborn and refuses help when she needs it. Her upbringing made her a firm believer in self reliance. She dislikes people who pry or ask too many questions, and worries over others constantly. She looks up to Russell as a mentor and is especially close to him. Her Pokemon is a Lampent, Chandelle (Chandy). She’s never seen without her hat or her lantern, which glows very dimly--she’s very possessive of them and avoids questions regarding either. Incredibly difficult to make her cry: some people are convinced she can’t. Very sensitive, feelings hurt easily--May or may not be pining after one of her base colleagues, who we will get to in another post. Tends to go “Teehee” when dodging questions or lying. Cadi’s current greatest enemy, because Hestia wanders at night and has accidentally startled her sheep on multiple occasions.

------- Seabream Base--Leader, Ripley--Apprentice, Melanie Ripley: Ripley: A beachside base leader!! Very beautiful, but also very terrifying to many. She broke a man’s arm once, and while the context has been lost to time, the reputation she got from it remains strong. Isn’t afraid to flex her reputation when it suits her. Has a mermaid-esque beauty that has earned her a fan club. Her base members are her family, and she is a fierce mama bear when it comes to protecting them. Has a Sharpedo, Shin. Became close with Hestia after a few plot related happenings.

(Ripley and her art belong to @nimikyu!) Melanie: A bright and upbeat former lounge singer working under Ripley, loves nothing more than making people smile and smiling in return. Incredibly patient and impossible to piss off, and loves writing letters to her friend in Pinnate base and sending her little gifts. Tends to be a bit oblivious when not working, often described as having her head in the clouds. Takes her job more seriously than she lets on, and works incredibly hard to meet her Leader’s standards--she admires Ripley more than anyone--Melanie also is incredibly popular because of her former status as a singer so she gets way more attention that she bargained form--but she’s an entertainer at heart and tourists love her, which is why she’s in charge of them/in charge of making sure they don’t wander places they shouldn’t. Has a Wingull, Rio, who sometimes delivers her letters. Makes necklaces as a hobby.

------- Pinnate Base--Leader, Carys--Apprentice, Rudy Carys: Cadi’s older sister--A mild mannered, surprisingly strong young woman from Galar. Much calmer and levelheaded than her baby sister, although, sometimes she's too calm, and can come off as overly-relaxed and airheaded. An incredible swimmer, she also works part time as a life guard in her spare time. Cheerful and smiley, eager to help, spends alot of time with the local kids/local elders. (Not to say that she doesnt have a temper, because if you set her off you'll be subjected to Cadi 2.0). Tries to offer help to her sister often, only to be vehemently refused over and over. Can beat all the sailors in her town at arm wrestling, wears sunscreen on her face to encourage others to do the same. Runs a very tight ship and values teamwork and bonding. Has a Swampert, Johanna, who helps keep an eye on the weather/preform water rescues. Vocally skeptic about the supernatural, as an important side note.

(Fantastic art done by @bastart13 !! check their art out its gorgeous)

Rudy (bio will be updated periodically)!: A bit of a no nonsense, kind of moody boy--He has alot of respect for Carys in particular because he tends to be blunt and she's the only one who isn’t phased by it and doesnt let it affect her opinion of him. He reminds her alot of Cadi, so she's used to it and knows how to handle the teenage angst. Has a Sandyghast, Gobi! Sometimes Gobi loses their shovel and has a little flag instead.

(This little man belongs to @liimonpriince)! And that’s the gist for all the major protags--supporting cast will come next, and then we’ll get to the bad guys :)

#Pokemon ranger #peach rambles #ocs #region stuff #holy moly this took so loooooooooooooong #but here as i promised #more region stuff yeehaw #hopefully i didnt miss anything

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caydesgirl-uldrensprincess · 5 years

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Lost Light Part 3

"We call it 'the Farm'," Hawthorne said, flying the ship over an endless forest of pines and oaks.

The Farm was apparently a safe place, where refugees go for shelter. Chloe noticed something in the distance. It was a white, jagged peak, but it wasn't a mountain.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing.

Hawthorne looked to where the Huntress pointed.

"People call it 'The Shard of the Traveler', I call it 'A Place You Dont Want To Go Poking Around'," The Falcon Lady stated.

Tori's Ghost, Percy, got excited, "We have to go there!"

Hawthorne looked back at the Little Light, "No, that place is littered with Fallen."

Isabelle looked at Chloe then to Tori, "We have to at least try," She said.

Moondance appeared by Chloe's left shoulder, "That was in our vision, do you remember, Chloe?"

"I do," The Huntress replied.

A few hours later, Hawthorne landed the ship, "We're here," She stated.

The three female guardians walked off the ship and looked at their new surroundings.

"Wow," Tori stated, but that was an understatement.

The farm was huge! To one side was a large bath with ships inside, and on the other there were lots of scattered buildings, a river, and a giant water wheel. There was a field with small children playing soccer and other games.

"Okay you three, stop gawking at everything and follow me," Hawthorne said, leading the females to a small cottage.

The cottage, on the inside, was fairly nice. There was a small living room conjoined with a kitchen, a small guest bathroom, and a tiny laundry room. Upstairs were three bedrooms (a master bedroom and two regular), a master bath, and another guest bathroom.

"Make yourselves at home girls, there should be food in both the fridge and the cupboards in case your hungry, and the hot water should be running. Come see me tomorrow, we'll talk more then," Hawthorne explained, before leaving the three guardians to get settled.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm gonna take a bath," Chloe said, heading upstairs, "I call dibs on master bedroom and bath!"

"Chloe, why do you always get the bigger room!?" The Exo female exclaimed from downstairs, as the Huntress laughed and slipped inside the master bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Chloe turned to look at the room. It was nice, definitely on the vintage side of things. Chloe wondered if Hawthorne had an interior decorator here in the farm. But to simply put it, Chloe loved it.

"To be honest, Clo, I didn't expect that Hawthorne would give us something like this to temporarily stay in," Moondance said, appearing in front of the blue haired female.

"Me either," Chloe replied, walking into the bathroom, which she equally loved as much as the bedroom.

"If we weren't hiding from the Red Legion now, I would definitely ask Hawthorne if I can permanently move into this cottage," She added, turning the bathtubs fossett on.

Chloe let the tub fill about mid way with hot water. Then she started to take her armor off, hanging her prized Hunter's cloaked on a hook by the bathroom door. She put her dirt, grime, and blood covered armor on the bathroom sink. Now Chloe was left in her undergarments. After taking those off, the female walked over to the tub again and lowered her body into the hot water. Chloe sighed in relief.

The female began to clean and scrub the dirt from herself, making sure to get every inch of her pale skin. After tackling that, Chloe shampooed and conditioned her dyed blue hair, freeing it from the greasy mess it was for the past week.

"This feels nice," She sighed in contentment.

Moondance reappeared, "Don't get too comfortable, Chloe, you still have a job to do tomorrow."

The Huntress rolled her blue eyes, "You say 'comfortable' like it's a bad thing."

"Knowing you, it is."

Chloe burst out laughing, "Okay, whatever, Moondance!"

The Ghost rolled his eye and floated to the other side of the bathroom, scanning Chloe's discarded armor. "I'll get these washed, they smell so bad!"

"Then what am I supposed to wear in the meantime?" Chloe asked skeptically, getting out of the tub and draining the water.

She wrapped a towel around her body and hair, walking into the bedroom.

"These, I still have them in your inventory," Moondance said, materializing an AC/DC crop top and black leggings.

Chloe took the clothes and put them on. She unwrapped the towel from her head and threw it somewhere on the ground. Moondance began to protest about Chloe's "lack in keeping things clean", but the Huntress just chuckled and walked out of the room and back downstairs.

She found her friends in the kitchen. Isabelle at the stove making something and Tori sitting at the island. They were having a conversation with each other, both also seemed to have cleaned up too. Isabelle was wearing a pink tank top with black shorts. Tori was wearing a grey t-shirt that said "Titan's rule" and a pair of cotton sweatpants.

"What are you girls talking about?" Chloe asked, taking a seat on the stool next to Tori.

"Just the good old days," The Exo female replied.

"Nice, what's the ever so amazing Izzy cooking for us tonight?" Chloe glanced in Isabelle's direction.

"It's not spicy ramen," The Warlock replied.

"Then was is it?"

"It's spaghetti."

"Oh, yum!" Tori exclaimed.

"I'm glad someone enjoys my cooking," Isabelle stated.

"What?! I love your cooking!" Chloe said.

"Is that why you skipped dinner to go to the ramen shop instead?" Tori questioned, looking at the Huntress skeptically.

"No, I only went because Cayde would usually invite me," Chloe replied, "and because my Dad would always take me there after completing missions."

Isabelle and Tori shared a look.

"What?" The Huntress asked.

"You got a dreamy look in your eyes when you mentioned Cayde," Isabelle replied, giggling lightly.

"What, no, I didn't," Chloe stuttered.

"Yes, you did," Tori chuckled, "don't lie."

"Anyway, remember the Dawning Party last year?" Isabelle asked, changing the subject.

"The one I got completely wasted at?" The Huntress asked, as Isabelle served the spaghetti on three different plates.

"Yes, that one," The Warlock chuckled.

"No, I only remember the part where I had one glass of whiskey before it all goes blank!" Chloe then proceeded to eat her dinner.

"And I can't believe we never told you what happened when you were drunk," Tori chuckled.

"What the hell did I do?!" The Huntress exclaimed, dropping her fork onto the plate.

"Well, it's what you and Cayde did," Isabelle stated quite simply.

Chloe paled, starring at her best friend in shock, "What me and.... Cayde did?"

"Oh, don't worry, he was wasted too," The Titan said.

Chloe hid her face in her hands, not knowing what she did while drunk last Dawning with her Vanguard.

"Should we tell her?" Isabelle asked.

"Yes, I think it's time!" Tori smiles, her pink optics growing bright.

Chloe just sank deeper into embarrassment.

"Anyway, you and Cayde were found snogging in the kitchen, his hands were up that pastel blue dress you wore and yours were down his trousers," Isabelle explained, before a loud thud could be heard.

Chloe had her head face down on the island, her ears were bright red. She didn't dare look up. The embarrassment from of the story was too much.

"To be honest, I wish you could actually remembered that so you could give me the detail of snogging the Exo Vanguard," Isabelle stated.

"It's good thing both me and Cayde don't remember, a story like that would ruin our friendship," Chloe said.

Chloe finally looked up and looked a Isabelle, a wicked smile crossing her face.

"Chloe, you better wipe the smug look off your face," The Warlock said.

"Now why would I do that?"

"Because I know you, Chloe Brask," Isabelle stated.

"Remember when we were at the Reef and Prince Uldren was starring at Izzy like she was a snack?" Chloe asked Tori.

"Why yes, and Izzy made a complete fool of herself, knocking over an Awoken artifact," The Exo female said.

Now it was Isabelle's turn to become cherry red, or violet purple, due to her blue skin tone.

"That was an accident!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"I was the funniest thing I saw in my life!" Tori chuckled.

"Come to think of it, I can't find a single embarrassing moment for us to laugh at about Tori," Chloe stated finishing off her dinner, taking her plate and fork to the sink.

"Because I'm careful, and if one comes along I just laugh it off," The Exo female said.

The three female guardians burst into hysterical laughter. The rest of the night was spent telling stories from past missions and favorite memories the girls loved sharing. For one night, Chloe forgot about the situation they were in.

#cayde-6 #destiny #bungie #destiny 2 #ikora rey #zavala #fanfiction

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tenaciousarcadeexpert · 5 years

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Criminal Minds- The Good Ol’ Days

Tagging: @marvelfanlife, @itsmeedee, @cynbx, @jaqren, @gabriellewritermua, @princesswagger15, @screaminginbi, @tleighstone12, @cosmicmelaninflower

A collaboration fic with @princesswagger15.

After a long hiatus, the wait is over. Here is the new chapter

Chapter 8-Whodunnit?

The next morning has been quiet apart from the sounds of birds chirping. Normally there would be the sounds of students marching to their classes outside the dorms though surprisingly, there was not a single peep from outside. Emily and Elle woke up to the sounds of their phones buzzing.

“Did you just get a message too?”

“I-I did and it’s from…...Marissa?”

“Isn’t that Reid girlfriend?”

“Y-yea, wait why would she text us?”

“I don’t maybe she’s in trouble? Let me check the message.”

“Meet at Joe’s Burger Shack at 6:30 pm at the booth in the very back. Me and Reid got somethings to talk about with everyone.”

The two ladies looked at each other. “Her and Reid? And what makes her want to talk to us?”

“I don’t know how to feel about this.”

“Oh christ……………...you don't think he….?”

“I’m not sure…..I’m more concerned on what Marissa has to say.” “You think we can trust her?”

“I mean, I’m not really sure but she has help us and Reid out a few times, Like at Meadow’s party.”

“Yeah, maybe we should just hear her out before we make any rash decisions.” Elle nodded. “

“I wonder if everyone got the message yet?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, maybe maybe not.”

“Uggghhh, well i guueess ill get ready for the day. See ya!”

A few minutes later, both Emily and Elle head to the meeting place, where they are suddenly joined by the rest of their circle of friends that are waiting for Reid and Marissa.

“I see you guys all got the message.” Emily quipped.

“Hey guys! Nice to see you, took you long enough.” Derek said.

“So……..what do you think Marissa has to share?” Ashley asked.

“That’s why we’re here to find out.”

The group gathered around at the booth, still awaiting Reid and Marissa’s arrival.

“I don’t about this.” Tara complained. “What if this is a trap?” “She’s right…...I mean she could just be using us here and rat us out to Barnes.” Luke adds.

“I’m sure Marissa wouldn’t do such a thing, she saved Reid and Matt’s girlfriend.” JJ responds.

“She could just be doing that to gain our trust.” Just then, Elle slaps Derek’s arm. “Look, I get that this unexpected message from Reid’s girlfriend is jarring but I’m pretty sure she wasn’t playing us when Kristy and Reid were in trouble.”

“Relax Greenaway, were just being a little wary considering that Marissa decided to bring us here for whatever reason and she’s not here yet.”

While the group is waiting, Matt looks over to Hotch, who has a cold expression on his face.

“You okay Hotch? You seemed quiet lately.”

“I-I’m alright.” “You sure? Cause your arm is shaking. Seems like you got something in mind.” He lowered his arm. “I-I made it clear that no one outside this group should know anything about this, and now one of us decides to tell them what’s going on just because she’s their girlfriend? Does Reid even know the consequences this might lead us to?”

“Look guys, im sure Reid and Marissa have nothing but good intentions, they wouldn’t betray us.” Ashley says.

“And how do you know, Seaver? We don’t know her personally like Reid does.”

“I know that if we trust Reid, and he trusts Marissa, we have nothing to worry about.”

Just then, the group looks to see Reid arrive, taking small steps as he approach his friends. “Hey guys, so I know I have some ex-

“What the hell is going on Reid?! We told you don’t tell anyone!” Hotch yells.

“I-I’m sorry Hotch, I know what I did was wrong, and I should have listened to you-”

“Well I don’t think you should be yelling at Reid but if you want me to leave then fine.”

The gang all looked up to see Marissa arrived not long after Reid. “Well do you guys want me to leave?”

They all looked at Hotch, whom he rubs his face and sighs. “Alright, let’s hear what you have to say.”

“Thank you. Well the day y'all saw your teacher’s class destroyed, i noticed Reid acting a bit weird so i asked what was wrong. Eventually i got him to tell me what's been happening and we started coming up with theories. We were thinking, this is a team.”

“Interesting……..so you’re saying that we’re dealing with two unsubs, is that right?”

“No, not two, more than that. I’d say somewhere between 7, maybe even 8.”

“Eight? I think you’re exaggerating a little bit.” Emily suggested.

“Oh really? On a scale of 1 to HOLY FUCKING SHIT, how bad was the classroom when yall walked in?”

“11, if that clears things up.”

“So if it was that bad, you think only one person could do that? It had to be at least 2 or 3 people.”

“You don’t need to tell us who it was, Garcia and I know who trashed the classroom.”

“Who?”

“It’s Kyle, Kyle Hodges.” Garcia blurts out.

“That son of a bitch! I told him if i EVER heard of him doing some fuck fucky shit, i’d fucking end him!”

“I’ve should’ve known when I chased him, that he was the one who wrecked that place.” Reid responds.

“But why would Kyle do this? What does he have to gain from it?” JJ asked.

“Someone probably promised him some type of reward.”

Hodges...that bastard….” Matt growled. “This crosses the fucking line to think that he has the nerve to pull some stunt like that.”

“But even if we confront him, how to we get proof? The guy is too cocky to tell the truth.” “Ashley’s right.” Hotch said. “He’ll just lie his way out.”

“Garcia, I hear that you’re hella good on a computer, you think you can somehow get into the school’s camera system? Maybe we can catch them in the act on camera.” Marissa suggests.

“Better…..I recorded his phone conversation and call history.”

“Damn girl, nice!”

“Cool, now all we need to do is find Kyle. We just need to know where he is. Any ideas?”

“I mean after the party I saw him and his buddies in the quad by the huge oak tree.” Elle suggested. “And he’s usually at the weight room to improve on his biceps and legs.” Derek adds.

“Let's go back to campus and search the gym first. We stay together, we don’t need to be splitting up at this time.” Marissa says standing up.

“You just got here for like six minutes and yet you’re already acting as if you’re the leader of us.” Tara scoffs.

“Sorry but what can i say, im very dominate. And i like to work fast and i'm assuming that if your teacher is still missing, we have to move quickly. Now if you all want to sit there like bumps on logs while we have a lead, then by all means do it. Look, i know you guys dont like me, you don’t trust me, but im in this with yall. For the good and the bad, now let's go!” The gang all looked at each other with confusion as they turn to Reid.

“You sure we can trust her?” JJ asked.

“Of course we can. I know her, if she really wanted to rat us out, she would’ve done it awhile ago. But I promise to remain cautious at ease.” The two nodded as they and the rest of the group follow Marissa back to the campus.

Just as the group and Marissa return to the campus, they see a group of students running towards the exits, Tara grabs one of the students and asks, “Hey, what’s going on? Why are you guys running?”

“Some incident happened at the bridge near the forest. I don’t know what it was but it ain’t pretty.”

“Should we check it out?” Asks Derek.

“Let’s follow them.” Emily responds as they follow the wave of people running towards the exits. By the time they reach the entrance of the woods, it was heavily crowded with people, prompting the team to squeeze through and bump any bystanders to see what was on the other side. As Matt pushed through the last of the crowd, he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Holy fucking hell.” He mummers.

“What is it Matt-oh shit.” Kate responds. The rest of the group emerge from the crowd and look down in shock and distraught as they see Kyle lying in the dirt naked with stab wounds in his stomach and chest.

“So much for finding him.” Emily groaned.

“Okay well we can only assume that either someone from his team did this to his or this is his way of suicide but i'll go with the first option.” Marissa said crossing her arms.

“Look, I know Kyle is an asshole and all but why would someone do such a cruel act to him?” Garcia complained.

“Because he knew too much.” Hotch replies.

“Is there any way you can maybe check in the office if he was there earlier today, or maybe around the campus with someone else the night you and Luke talked to him?” Marissa asked.

Garcia shook her head.

Just then, Barnes and Strauss emerge from the crowds as they witness the sight of Kyle’s corpse. Barnes gestures at the police as they surround the area.

“Alright students, show’s over. Go back to your dorms and classes.” The people in the crowd groan as several policemen guide them away from the scene. As they walk away, there were multiple instances of whispers and gossip on how Kyle died, what happened and who could it have done it.

The gang then gathered at the quad to try and gather all their thoughts. With Kyle gone, there’s was only more questions than answers.

“So…….what now?”

“Well Derek, with Kyle gone, we just lost our chance to ask him some important questions.”

“We lost the person, not the answer.” Marissa states.

“What do you mean, Marissa?” Ashley asked.

“Well i mean, if we go back to the night of Rossi’s class being trashed on the cctv’s system, we can possibly see the person walk in the class and if we catch his face we can probably run it through the students and staff’s pictures.”

“.................and how do you know all this?” JJ asked.

“Just using the environment to my advantage, and it would make the most sense to actually check all our resources?”

“I still can’t believe you just joined us today and somehow you know more about this than we do.” Elle thought. “Yeah, even moreso than Reid.” Luke adds.

“Hey!”

“Well how can you not learn some stuff from crime shows and this handsome bookworm?” Marissa said as she kissed Reid’s cheek.

“Ehehehehehehe.” “Anyway……..so Marissa, you were saying?” Hotch interupts her. “If what you were saying is true about the cctv, how can we get access to the footage?”

“Well if Garcia, aka this beautiful ball of sunshine, says she’s as good with computers as you say she she is, it should be a piece of cake for her to get in.”

“Awww.” She blushed. “She called me beautiful……………...and yes, I can get access into the cctv footage.”

“So Garcia, are you sure you want to do this?” Elle asked.

“Chillax hun, this isn’t my first rodeo. I got this.” She cracked her knuckles as she pulls out her laptop from her bag.

“Well this may take a while so i'm gonna go get something to e-”

“What is it Garcia?” Hotch asks.

“I’m in.” Hotch and the rest of the group gather around her as she looks up cctv footage from last night.

“Damn, that was hella fast! Nice job babe!” Marissa says hugging Garcia.

They all watch as Garcia rewinds the footage.

“Try going back to the night of Rossi’s room being trashed.” “Got it.” Just as she rewinds the footage, they took notice of an unknown stranger walking into Rossi’s classroom.

“Wait wait wait wait…” Emily stopped. “You mind zooming that in?”

“Sure thing my fine furry friend.” She zooms in on the footage, showing a stranger in a black hoodie and loose clothing.

“There’s no way that person could be Kyle.”

“Yeah, this person is way bigger than Fuckboi- i mean Kyle.” Marissa says.

“Who is this guy? I’ve never seen him before.”

“Maybe he could be a professor or a custodian?” Kate shrugged her shoulders.

“Better to be safe than sorry, does his face ever show to the camera Garcia?” Reid asks.

“Well, it’s hard to see from the lack of lighting in the classroom.”

“Try seeing if he looks up slightly and try to screenshot then brighten the image.” Tara joins in.

“Okay.” Garcia then zooms in, brightening and clearing the image up. “How’s that?”

“Try a liiittle more?”

“Uh………..okay.” She continues to clear the image up. “Sorry, that’s as far as I can go.”

“It’s fine sweetcheeks. Try to run the image through the campus student and staff database.” Derek says.

“Okay, though this may take a while……..”

“That’s fine, just do it.” Hotch says.

She then goes through the student and staff database, only to stop. “Or perhaps not.” “So?” She turns to the gang. “..................No match.”

“Damn, well there goes that damn theory.” Marissa says disappointed.

Garcia closes her laptop. “So……………..what now?”

“Well is there anyone else acting strange around campus or anywhere you guys can remember?”

They all looked at each other, shaking their heads.

“Acting cruel to others or you? Anything guys?”

“No.” They all shook their heads.

“Well, then we’re all screwed.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------

Elsewhere, Rossi was in his cabin when he heard someone knocking at his door. He then walked up to see three familiar strangers outside. “Nice to see you again David.”

“Phillip, Mark, Kiera. You don’t know how glad I am to see you guys again.”

“Well, we’re always here to help.” Rossi took a step back, allowing the three agents to enter his cabin before closing the door behind them. “Though I wish this was under better circumstances.”

They all sat in the dining room.

“Can I get you guys something?” “Uh no thanks, we’re good.” “Okay.” He sat down. “First…..any leads on Gideon’s case?” “Sadly nothing yet, but we’re still looking.” Kiera responds.

“Oh okay, just let me know if there’s any update.” He rubs his palms. “I just don’t get how this could all happen. Besides, there’s no way his death could be ruled as a suicide. Something seems a bit off here.” The three agents were silent as they stare at their old friend.

“What? Was is it?” “When was the last time you kept in touch with your students back in Quantico University?”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe around a week.”

“Oh……..” “What is it Phil?” “W-well, let’s just say that it was no coincidence that we were brought here not long after you called us.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Kiera took a deep breath. “T-there was an incident up by the woodlands near the campus. A student has been murdered.”

“Oh my god, don’t tell me it was one of my kids! I can’t handle that again!”

“It was this student.” Mark pulls out a photo of a teen and another showing his corpse, sliding them towards Rossi. “Kyle Hodges, the M.E identified his body, police reported that he was found by two girls who where just hiking when they came across his body. Do you recognize him?”

Rossi compared and analyze the two photos before placing them down.

“No i don't know him. But did anyone find anything else? Are my students okay?!”

“Your students are okay. So far, Hodges is the only confirmed death. Our biggest concern is finding who killed him.”

“Any leads?” They shook their heads. “No, but we did find a connection between Gideon and Kyle’s death.” “And what’s that?” Philip then hands him autopsies and photos of Gideon and Kyle, comparing the two different photos.

“We were surprised to not notice it until now but if you look closely, both were found with a small symbol carved on their stomachs.”

Rossi eyes’ widen as he recognized the carvings found on the photos.

“Dave, you recognized them?” “I’ve seen this before.”

“Where? On a previous case or something?”

“Yeah…...it was a case I worked on a few years ago, where I caught…….The Replicator.”

“Woah woah woah! You mean THE Replicator?”

“Yes….unfortunately.”

“Oh god, this is worst than we all thought!”

Rossi then slammed his fist on the table. “M-my students, I need to warn them. If this is what I think it is, then we could be looking back at a repeat of the massacre of 90-Oh god.”

“Hey, don’t think like that, we won’t let anything like that happen ever again.”

“I know I know. It’s just……...my journal, everything I know about what happened is in that journal. If it gets into the wrong hands……”

“I know Rossi, we know. We are all trying our best, so don’t beat yourself up over it. Everything will be fine.”

“Let’s hope so, cause things are getting worse than ever.”

Just then, they heard the sound of the phone ringing. Curious, Rossi then got up from his seat and grabs the phone, pressing the button.

“Hello?”

“Hey Rossi! Um, uhhh it’s Emily. I was wondering if you could meet us in the quad back at campus, we have a few things to catch you up on.”

“Uh sure uh…...how did you get my number?”

“Ummmmmm………………. That’s not important, we just need you in the quad.”

“Yea, sure, I’ll be there soon.” He then hangs up as he looks at his friends.

“What’s going on Rossi? What happened, is something wrong?”

“Umm yeah, one of my students just called and said they needed to meet them at the campus.”

“Why would they ask to meet with you all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know, maybe they found out something? Maybe a lead?”

“You think your students can be trusted? We don’t know if this could lead to a repeat of ‘90.”

“Look, you said it yourself, everything will be fine right? And don’t worry, i know these children can handle it. Plus they got me, and we have you guys to help us.”

The three agents glanced at each other before shifting their focus back to Rossi. “Of course, we’ll do whatever we can to help, even if it means crossing bureaucratic lines.”

“I understand.” He then grabs his jacket. “Thank you, though.” He grabs his keys and phone before heading out.

“Think he’ll be alright?” Mark asks Philip, who gives him a reassuring look.

“It’s Rossi, he knows what he’s doing.”

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A few minutes later while Rossi is walking through the grass covered quad, he sees his team conversing among themselves. Most likely trying to come up with some theories. Once he’s walks a little closer, his heart drops as he sees an unfamiliar face talking with them as well.

Garcia looks up to see Rossi standing in the distance, smiling with glee. “Rossi!” The team looked back to see their professor, charging towards them, and embracing him.

“Oh professor, it’s so good to see you again, we’ve missed you so much. So much has happened since you left.”

“I know.” He said as he hugs his students one by one, making his way towards the table.

“Uhhhhh……………… Garcia, who the fuck is that at the table with the group? Please tell me she’s only a friend, please tell you guys didn’t tell her ANYTHING?”

“Uh yeah, about that……..” Marissa stood up and holds out her hand. “Hi, I’m Marissa, Reid’s girlfriend.”

“Hi, I’m David Rossi.” The two shake hands as he looks over to Reid.

“Would you mind leaving for a bit? I’m here to have a conversation with my students privately.”

Marissa glares at him. “Uh, I’m sorry, but why should I?”

“Because this conversation doesn’t involve you, so please leave.”

She chuckled amusingly. “No offense professor, but I’m pretty sure it does involve me.”

“Oh really? Why does it?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Because I know everything, about your classroom, about what’s been going on, Gideon’s death, everything. And i am sorry for your loss by the way, he way a good man, at least from what i hear.”

“Really? Who told you?”

Marissa then looks at the team who’s standing behind her. As they all look at both her and Rossi eyes widen , they all point to Reid who’s standing in back.

“Reid……”

“Y-y-yes Pro-Professor?” He nervously asked as Rossi walks up to him.

“Didn’t I make it clear that no one outside out group knows about the situation?”

“Yeeeessss………………. I'm so sorry sir but I really trust her. She’s a good person okay, I know she is!”

“I know I know. I’m not saying that she is a bad person, my concern is that she might not understand what we’re going through and she might end up notifying Barnes or the authorities without our consent.”

“Professor, i know what your concerns are, and if this is as bad as you guys are saying that it is, i will not tell ANYONE what’s going on, i won’t do anything drastic like that without you guys’ consent. I swear it on my very soul sir, i won’t do it. Just let me help you all out.”

Rossi considers her offer to him and his students, he thinks about saying yes, but not without analyzing her behavior. She’s not bouncing or fidgeting, nothing that indicates that she lying about anything. She just looks hopeful, hoping that he says yes to her.

“Okay, I trust you.”

“Yay!” She gleefully cheers as she jumps up and down she says, “I won’t guys down!I won't let you down i swear!”

“I know you won’t………….which is why Emily and Tara will keep a close eye on you.”

“Of course! Of course, i totally understand!”

“Good, anyway………..what did you guys bring me here for?”

“Oh right! Something happened to your classroom while you were gone.” JJ said while looking at Rossi with sadness.

“What do you mean?” “I uh, think it’s best if we show you.”

As the students all gather their things, and start walking towards his classroom, Rossi starts to get more and more worried with each step he took. What happened to his class? Why would someone do this? Why would anyone want to do this to him? As they get closer to the room, a thought crossed his mind. ‘I hope no one found my journal…’

Ashley suddenly she slightly pulls on Rossi’s sleeve and he looks at her when she says, “Rossi, it’s not pretty in there, so what you’re about to see will be pretty shocking.”

“I’ve seen worse, I’m sure this won’t be the worst thing I’ve seen in these past few years.” He took a deep breath and opened the doors.

As Rossi sees what’s happened to his room, he feels so many emotions brewing inside him. Sadness, shock, anger, disgust, and worry. For himself and his students. As he looks at his desk flipped on it’s side and papers and desk lying around everywhere, he sees just how personal this attack is. He knows now that whoever this is has got it out for him in the worst way. As the tears swell up in his eyes, he feels his students gather closer to him and touch his arm trying to comfort him.

“Are you okay professor?”

“Y-yeah, i-i just………….. Who would do this? And why? What did i ever do?”

“That’s what we’re here to find out.” Hotch then pats his professor on the back. “Don’t worry professor, we’ll help you find whoever is going after you. We’ll do whatever we can to stop them from hurting anyone else, and we promise to help rebuild your classroom..”

“Thank you guys, you are all extraordinary students, and i'll be here from now on to help you catch these sons of bitches.”

The rest of the team all nodded as they gather around their professor into a big hug. Little did they notice a tall stranger observing them behind the window outside.

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Elsewhere, Barnes and Strauss were at the Dean’s office, pondering over what to do with multiple incidents happening at the college.

“Man, these last few months have been a handful, I mean, the campus has been going nuts lately.”

“What are we gonna do?” Barnes complained. “We thought that we got this under control but apparently, things just get worse and worse.”

“Yeah i know, I mean between Hodges’s death, Rossi’s classroom being destroyed and everything else, what’s gonna happen to the college? What if they shut us down?”

Barnes slams her hands on Strauss’s desk. “They won’t….W-we just need to find a way to resolve this matter.”

“But how Barnes? We have no clues on who could’ve done this? We don’t have suspects! What are we gonna do!?”

“W-we’ll figure it out….I-I just need to think of some way to get some information out of some students. Maybe we can find something in Rossi’s classroom or anywhere in the campus?”

Strauss tilt her head. “You don’t think he had anything to do with this, do you?”

“I mean probably not but better safe than sorry right?” She felt Strauss touch her hand. “Linda, look, I get it. I am as desperate as you are in trying to protect the students and staff on this campus, but we can’t be too rash on this. Otherwise, more people will get hurt.”

“Yeah, I get it, I understand. I’m sorry, i guess i get a bit carried away sometimes.”

“We all do……..” She paused. “How about you get some rest, we got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Alright, same to you, go take a rest.”

She then grabs her bag and coat before closing the door behind her.

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Near the forest, Meadows was standing next a tree waiting for someone. As she wanders around by the trees, she was startled by the sounds of footsteps approaching her.

“Who’s there?” She shouts. Just then, she sees a person in a red hoodie approaching her, prompting her to sigh in relief.

“Oh, it’s you.” She sighs. “For a second, I thought you were someone else.”

“Why would i be someone else? You and me are the only ones that are supposed to meet…. Right?”

“That is correct.” “Did you make sure that there was no one following you?”

“I made sure of it.”

“Cool, so, show me what you got.”

The person opens her backpack, pulling out a small journal and handing it to Meadows.

“Nice, I’m impressed. I didn’t think you’d be able to pull off.”

“Oh Mary, you’d be surprise to know what I’m capable of. Besides, I couldn’t have done it without the help from you.”

“Yeah sure, well we should start looking through this.”

“Yeah we should.” The two go through the journal, smiling at some of the pages. “Your friends don’t know about this, do they?”

“Like hell they do."

“Good, that's the last thing we need right now.”

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SANDCASTLES

♡ PART 1: DONT SMILE AT ME ♡ (OMEGAVERSE AU) (POLYAMORY AU) (SOULMATE AU)

♡ SERIES MASTERLIST ♡ MASTERLIST ♡

SUMMARY: In a world where omega/omega relationships are taboo, Your relationship with Park Jimin is doomed from the start. But can soulmates really ever stop loving each other? After all, All sandcastles must eventually fall apart.

PAIRINGS: Omega! Jimin x Omega! Reader x Alpha! Namjoon x Alpha! Hoseok x Alpha! Yoongi, Beta! Taehyung x Omega! Reader,

TAGS: fluff, childhood sweethearts, forbidden love, brief sexual harassment. hurt/comfort. TRIGGERS IN LATER CHAPTERS.

W/C: 4.9k

- Jimin and you grow up in houses next to each other.

- And from the first time Jimin takes your small hand in his,(to take you to meet his new puppy that he got as a moving present from his aunt) he knows he never ever wants to let go.

- You play after school with each other every day, you sit with him at lunch, and demand to be in his class too the point where the teachers just give up and let you transfer.

- You stage a play wedding every other week, inviting all of your stuffed animals and Jimin’s dog, and you and Jimin take it very very seriously. Your parents just shrug and give each other the side eye when you announce that jimin and you are on your honeymoon one Saturday morning when you come over for cartoons. they look at each other, shrug, and think that maybe one day.

- You hold his hand when you pass the scary dog that lives in the house across the street from your bus stop. And Jimin brings you things like a pet crow, for years you keep boxes of bottle caps, glow in the dark stars, and flowers that eventually dry with age.

- Neither of your parents is surprised when you and Jimin start sneaking in each other’s bedroom windows and snuggling at age 10. (when Jimin finally grew tall enough to reach your window with a chair from your front patio)

- Or surprised that they catch you kissing one day beneath your family’s oak tree at 13.

- But neither of you have presented yet when you finally get around to expressing your affection in words at 14. And you decide that it doesn’t matter, one of you will probably be a beta anyways- 60 percent of the population is and both of Jimin’s parents are.

- With 15 percent of the population being omega and the rest alpha.

- In true puberty fashion- you present first, at age 15 as an omega, no ones really surprised, least of all Jimin.

- You’re so mothering, so caring, you're always asking him for piggyback rides and hugging him close at every opportunity. The Neediness A hallmark of all omegas, omegas are empathetic like you, and affectionate like you.

- And Jimin loves you more for it- that’s why he’s convinced he’s going to be an alpha, because if he was a beta than he wouldn't care right? and if he was an omega he would find you behavior annoying right?

- That’s what his parents said about omega’s and other omega’s, that they never worked well with alpha’s, that they where a bother for their employers, and should just stick to raising kids and stay home and wait for their alpha or beta mates to come home.

- God forbid an omega actually love another omega, that was just plain disgusting and an abomination in your parent's eyes.

- Omega/omega couplings are Taboo in your society. In a world where only 40% of betas can reproduce, and only 15% of the population is regularly fertile.

- Alpha/alpha relationships where almost just as taboo as omega/omega relations, but beta/beta relationships where seen much like alpha omega relationships.

- Any relationship that couldn’t bear offspring was seen as useless and a waste.

- Despite the slander against your sex, Jimin is so lucky, his cute omega childhood sweetheart. And he finds himself hoping for the first time that he presents as an alpha and not a beta- so that he can give you the steadiness and comfort that all omegas crave.

- He wants to be strong to you and wants to stick by your side for as long as he can- the way it is in Jimin’s head- there’s no future of his where you aren’t there. you’re his soulmate for all intents and purposes of the word.

- You’re his soulmate, you’ve got to be

- But then Jimin gets his first heat- not a rut. Ruts, which usually last for just a few days, not heats that last for a week. Heats- which omegas get.

- Park Jimin is an Omega.

- And that changes everything for the two of you.

- Jimin’s parents don’t let him see you for the first 2 weeks after his Heat, they take him to stay at his aunt's house on the other side of town and take him out of school entirely. They take his phone away and his computer.

- he manages to convince his aunt to let him use their old desktop when his parents work late one night, and He sends you a text on aol instant messenger- the messaging system that you used to use as kids (you never uninstalled from your computer because you didn’t believe in deleting things). The two of you sneak out and meet at the park down the street from your house.

- His beta parents where thinking about sending him away to school in Seoul to a special school for omegas. Betas are always weighing costs and probabilities. They wanted him to have an easier time adjusting- but all he needed in the crazy whirlwind of emotions and new feelings was you.

- And at the moment you see him your heart lights up like it always does, but then the wind shifts and it wafts his flowery sweet omega scent towards you, he smells like citrus blossoms and honey. While your scent smells like roses and vanilla.

- Your parents made it very clear from the moment they had found out that Jimin presented as an omega, that they wouldn’t sanction a relationship between the two of you- and that you would find yourselves out on your Asses if you decided to pursue a romantic relationship with Jimin.

- Jimin’s parents even though it was better if you were just separated.

- But Jimin can’t let the only person who ever made his heart a home go. So he decides, that if you can handle it then he can handle being just your friend. having you in his life as that was better than not having you at all.

- Omegas needed to stick together after all- you never knew when an alpha would come into rut around them, or if they’d need guarding on their heats.

- Your parents relax infinitesimally in your last year of high school.

- You and Jimin don’t hold hands anymore, and the side of your bed that used to be his remains empty.

- You don’t talk about how you used to kiss him underneath the maple tree in your backyard. And you don’t tell him how much you miss the way his arms would fit around your body, perfect- like they were made for you.

- After some time apart, while he pretends that his feelings for you are purely platonic, he convinces himself that you really do only love him as a friend, that the first 10 years of your friendship where just that- friendship.

- The thought that you feel nothing more than that for him helps steady him in his weaker moments when all he wants to do is kiss you or touch you.

- The two of you move to Seoul to go to the same college where he majors in teaching and dance, and you major in languages to become a translator.

- Things get better- almost easier when you’re not under the eyes of your parents.

- You spend your evenings tossing grapes into each other’s mouths across the kitchen of your shitty and tiny box of an apartment.

- you cook dinner together after classes, lounging on the couch a little too close, snuggling a little too tightly on Saturday mornings.

- You touch Jimin casually more and don’t have to worry about who might be watching.

- He pretends it’s just platonic and shoves down his feelings when he brings you your favorite coffee during all-nighters.

- And you pretend it’s just platonic when you buy him flowers and go to watch his performances.

- And when you start to see other people, when he meets an adorable beta by the name of Taemin and you start seeing a handsome alpha by the name of Jackson you make yourself smile and try to enjoy Taemin’s company. And Jimin invites Jackson over even when he really, really doesn’t like him.

- The two of them and their giant personalities make your tiny apartment feel even smaller.

- You pretend it doesn’t hurt when you hear Taemin making Jimin laugh- the way that you used to. or get jealous when Jimin makes Taemin dance with him in your kitchen, the way he used to make you dance with him.

- And he lets his cold pillow swallow the few tears that leak out when he hears Jackson helping you through your heat for the 3rd night in a row, your moans and Oh god yes’s leaking through the thin walls like oil.

- Omegas are sensitive after all. Especially when it comes to people that they love.

- Every touch from Taemin starts to feel wrong, so wrong it makes Jimin’s skin burn. So Jimin breaks up with Taemin the next chance he gets and tries to move on with his life without being stuck on you so bad.

- He goes out more, spends more time at the school’s crappy dance studio- especially when he knows Jackson is going to be over. And tries to move on with his life.

- He goes to a competition one weekend with his class to see a classical ballet rendition of Don Quixote, and in his hotel bar, his eyes lock with a man across the room.

- He’s smiling and his mouth is heart-shaped, and when he walks over to Jimin and asks if he can buy him a drink, Jimin catches a whiff of his alpha scent, the smell of amber and peppermint that draws him in immediately.

- He calls himself Hoseok, Jung Hoseok, the name that rolls off of Jimin’s tongue in a way that makes him sigh already, especially when Jimin catches a view of his ass.

- Jimin falls a little further into him when he finds out that it’s Hoseok’s dance company that is putting on the traveling production, and that Hoseok’s the Ceo of it too boot.

- What makes it worse is the fact that he is a total gentleman, walking jimin to his hotel room when he has one too many mixed drinks. Gently taking off his shoes, ignoring Jimin’s wandering hands and tucking Jimin in. leaving the hotel room and shutting the door behind him.

- Hoseok tells himself that it’s just his alpha instinct, alpha’s naturally wanted to take care of omegas. And for Hoseok, who was an alpha that had more contact with other alpha’s than anything else- he thought that maybe it was just his genetics were getting impatient.

- In the end, all that’s left of him in Jimin’s memory is a gorgeous laugh and the scent of Hoseok that lingers in the hotel room. It’s strong enough for jimin to let out a tiny moan the next morning.

- He thinks that all that’s left- but then a day later he finds the note shoved into his jacket pocket- and it’s not a number but an address for a building in Seoul,

- Come by and see my studio some time- JHS

- The class trip ends and Jimin goes back to your apartment and finds you- immediately feeling guilty,

- It doesn’t matter that you’re with Jackson it still feels like betraying you. Because for the first time- Jimin has really felt something with someone who’s not you, what he felt like the night before was 1000 times more exciting and captivating as what he felt with Taemin.

- Hoseok’s modern studio takes up the lower 3 floors of a skyscraper in the student district of Seoul. Its windows on the two upper floors are tinted to make it harder for people to watch the practices but at night you can see clearly into them.

- Jimin shows up just as a ballet class is letting out, the 5 and 6 years meandering around the college student with a gym bag tossed over his shoulder. The instructor eyes him suspiciously, she’s a foreigner that’s for sure, and the beta’s tutu is flat and black. And makes her look menacing like a bird.

- He mutters out Hoseok’s name- hoping she understands Korean and wonders why the hell he decided to stop by after class when it seems like Hoseok wasn’t expecting him at all.

- “Oh! You’re here for hope- he’s in his private studio if you’ll just follow me” Hoseok’s private studio isn’t big- but what It lacks for in size it makes up for in the view- a perfect view of the street and the buildings that line it.

- It’s gorgeous, just like the man that sweats and pulsates to the rhythm of the music popping his body in the most fluid movements that Jimin’s ever seen.

- But then Jimin notices how reluctant Hoseok is to move his left leg. Like its still healing from something, Hoseok notices their entrance into the room through the mirror but finishes his dance,

- His smile is starlit as he bids hello to Jimin and walks over to him after grabbing a towel to clean his face of sweat.

- Hoseok gives him a short tour of his studio watching Jimin’s reaction to the nice studio spaces and the modern facilities.

- “I’ll admit my inviting you here wasn’t all fortuitous- you’ve been on my radar for a while.” Jimin’s cheeks pink when Hoseok confesses over a bottle of soju and some bibimbap for lunch.

- “Me? On your radar?” Hoseok laughs at Jimin’s perplexed expression. “I saw you dance at the winter showcase last semester- quite well I might add” Jimin fights the smile that stretches his mouth and curses himself for how flirty he was the other night.

- “You’re at the top of your class in one of the most foremost dance programs in the country Jimin- I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the only one who’d taken notice. Not to mention you’re absolutely adorable.” Hoseok adds with a wink, now Jimin really reddens and nearly chokes on the next bite of his food.

- Hoseok giggles good-naturedly, a little too pleased with himself that he managed to make the adorable blond omega so flustered so easily.

- Jimin listens to Hoseok’s story, of his history performing, his injury, and after that, his forays into choreography and his eventual starting of his own studio after he reached a settlement with the company that had caused his knee injury.

- The studio had started as just a place for Hoseok to try and get back on his feet and go back into competitive dancing- but he had realized his passion for teaching when his friends started asking for pointers.

- He started with 2 classes a week, and in the last 4 years, it had snowballed into a flourishing business that nearly ran it’s self, and was poised to become a legitimate dance academy.

- Jimin praises him briefly for his good business skills but Hoseok just laughs and humbly admits that he was likely just in the right place in the right time.

- “The studio is growing exponentially, but before I manage to turn it into an academy I need to remedy a certain issue that I hope you can help with. We have a ballet instructor from the Russian ballet academy, who you met briefly, and a few instructors that specialize in hip-hop and jazz, and I’m trying to get a work visa for a Latin dance aficionado from Peru, but We don’t have anyone who specializes with interpretive dance at the studio.”

- Oh, Jimin’s heart drops infinitesimally, so this was just a business meeting. Now Jimin understands.

- “I’m sorry Hoseok, I love the business your running but it’s always been my dream to perform” Hoseok nods, “That’s to be expected, let me rephrase it then.” he takes a sip of his beer. “I want to offer you a job to help start my program with me with the promise that you’ll be able to pass it off temporarily, when you need to perform, be hired for performances by other companies, travel, and use the space for practice when it’s not being inhabited by 4th graders.”

- Jimin smiles at this, and even he has to admit- the offer is good, excellent even “you really want me to work for you don’t you.” Hoseok smiles kindly, “I think it’s safe to say that I do.”

- “I understand that this is a lot what do you have? Three weeks left until graduation?”

- “2 till finals and then a week of exams yeah,” jimin says.

- “Work for me for the summer, see if you like it and if you don’t get a better offer- work for me.”

- He tries not to be a little disappointed as the possibility of him and Hoseok, and the little flirtation that he had with the alpha goes out the window. Because Park Jimin will not be the omega that sleeps with his boss no matter what his drunken brain might have wanted in the moments before he fell asleep.

- When Jimin comes home he finds You sitting against your counter sucking on cookie batter while your boyfriend whips cream, shirtless his thick arms bulging.

- Jimin can see the hickeys from your mouth that pepper Jacksons chest and he tries to quell the jealousy in his chest. He freezes when he see’s a hickey on your neck- so close to where a mating bite should be.

- You told Jimin everything, you always tell Jimin everything- and he was surprised and more than a little hurt that you hadn’t told him you were thinking about letting Jackson mate you.

- If he felt like he could leave hickeys on you there then your relationship must have progressed farther than Jimin realized. Last he had heard you said you wanted to live with your mate for at least a year before you let them mark you.

- Mating marks where sacred and a careful art in the world, something that a lot of people either took too seriously or not enough. It was stronger than a marriage bond; almost something of a soulmate bond. Your mate could tell when your body was in distress. People’s scents even changed when they got the mating bite.

- Jimin didn’t want to imagine your warm vanilla smell overpowered by Jackson’s deep sandalwood. He didn’t want you to mate with him.

- You scream in joy and jump off the counter into Jimin’s arms when he tells you the news getting flour all over his front but Jimin doesn't care at all. Jackson wishes him congratulations. But grumbles when the two of you make plans to go out for a celebratory ice cream at your favorite place across town.

- With your arms locked with Jimin’s, you try to ignore your boyfriend who’s trying to literally pull you out of Jimin’s arms. Glareing at your clasped arms.

- Jackson was always trying to do that, always trying to keep you all to himself. he was possessive as he was attractive. He wanted you stay over most nights and was practically trying to move your things into his apartment himself.

- But you were reluctant to leave Jimin alone in your apartment- you knew that he likely couldn’t afford the rent himself, but despite the fact that now that seemed likely to change with his new job you were still unwilling to move.

- Jackson tried to pressure you about moving in and had even left a fucking hickey on your neck of all places, too close to where you could get a mating bite. It was something you had told him time and time again that you where uncomfortable with and he never listened. And it had eventually lead to yet another argument.

- Jackson wasn’t even happy for you when you got a job as a translator for a video streaming company, telling you that he’d rather you find a job that wouldn’t keep you up so late- he wanted to be able to come home to his omega at the end of the work day.

- Snarky comments lead to disagreements, and disagreements led to arguments and arguments only lead to one thing with you and Jackson

- Sex was your common ground, you knew how definat and stubborn you where made him crazy, and not always in the good way but more often than not jackson loved putting you in your place, tying your hands togeather and reducing you to incoherent wimpers with the slow pull of his hips. he loved to draw it out and make you beg.

- You found yourself seeking out Jackson not because you loved him- it was bad, a bad practice, but every time he said it to you; you said it back.

- You would seek out Jackson every time Jimin came out of the shower shirtless or stood a little too close, or brushed your lower back in the wrong way.

- Because time hadn’t dulled the way you felt about Jimin at all, if anythign the closeness haad made you want him in keener hungrier ways, though you still wanted him to be happy more than anything elce.

- And you knew it, Knew in the depths of your soul that there was no way he could feel the same about you. You were his person, his bestfriend since forever and what was the point in risking that?

- So you tell Jackson you love him even when you don’t mean it because loving him physically made it easier to love Jimin from far away.

- Jimin is surprised how much he enjoys working at the studio- and when he gets his first paycheck he almost balks because Hoseok is paying him way too much, at this rate, he’ll have his student loans paid off in barely a year!

- He teaches 2 adult classes, 4 intermediate level classes, and 3 classes for elementary school students during the after school hours. Though sometimes adults end up in the child classes- the program that he, Hoseok, and Iskra (the Russian ballerina) designed on a Saturday morning is really it’s all based on skill level.

- He loves watching the 7-year-olds dramatically tip back their heads to Sam Smiths song- stay with me, almost more than he likes correcting the 20-year-olds on foot positions.

- The adults are often too tense to make the easiest of moves look fluid, unlike the children who might move clumsily but, with a freedom that Jimin has spent years trying to replicate.

- Jimin loves working with hoseok as well, Jimin picks up on how his system works faster than anyone elce before him, and they even strike up a bit of a friendship. Hoseok gushes about the drama of his privite clients- idols and such that are both a pain and incredibly lucritive to teach, and Jimin talks about his college days, and you. though Jimin tries not to mention you every time he gets a chance.

- Hoseok even see’s you one day, waiting outside the studio for Jimin to come out. and he watches longinly as Jimin slings a casual arm around your shoulder. and finds the misplaced envy puzling.

- Hoseok even starts to look forward to seeing Jimin at work, more than he should, he loves the quiet carefulness that Jimin helps he child classes and the way he slings his feed over the benches in the back as he sreaches his lithe body out before he starts.

- Jimin decides he likes teaching- loves it even. And other times he hates it.

- Especially when he’s teaching the adult class; alpha’s don’t like listening to omega’s, they’d much rather hit on them instead.

- “You need to adjust your front leg hyung.” Jimin says looking at the alpha in front of him. The class is mostly alpha’s today, though there are nearly just as many betas.

- Jimin’s soft hands adjust an alpha’s leg carefully, and from the bent, over position, Jimin feels the alphas fingers brush against his ass. Jimin flinches back and gives a shaky smile- worried about calling the alpha out in front of the whole class.

- The untoward behavior continues next class and the class after that. When he tells you about it you get so mad that he has to ban you from signing up for the class. Almost vibrating with anger as Jimin smiles inwardly, glad you care enough to be worried.

- A brush of fingers against his neck, on his side- even once on his front. Hoseok stops in on one of those days and sees Jimin flinch back. his mood darknes when he realizes whats going on his temper flares when he see’s jimin to scared to do anything about the harassment. Before he has a moment to interveen someone calls him away into another room- he himself has a class going at the moment.

- The alpha in question lingers behind after class, “you need help with your heat? I can tell that you’re close.” He says with a sickly sweet smile when all other patrons have cleared out of the room.

- Jimin respectfully declines, worried about disrespecting the patron and making to duck out before the alpha blocks his way and repeats the question in much the same fashion.

- Jimin is just starting to feel unsafe enough to make his pulse jump when the alpha shoves him, luckily, that is when Hoseok opens the door.

- “What’s going on in here.” his voice booms

- “I-I was just-“ the man stutters,

- “Harassing one of my employees?” Jimin nods and subconsciously moves closer to Hoseok.

- “Come on, can’t you smell how close he is to his heat? can you really blame me for soliciting an unmated omega? I was just trying to help,” Hoseok’s eyes flash darker when he realizes that yes, Jimin is close to his heat, but it only makes him angrier. “Unmated alpha’s need to satisfy their urges, it’s only natural for me-“

- Hoseok chuckles darkly and tugs at the color of his shirt, showing the man the fact that Hoseok is unmarked too, “do you see me harassing anyone? No? That’s what I thought.” His tone is biting and threatening, All propriety and politeness gone. “You’re banned from this studio from now until it closes, and if I catch you hanging around outside waiting for Jimin I won't hesitate to involve the police.”

- Hoseok grabs Jimin’s hand and tugs him out of the practice room and into the break room at the back, a smaller and odd shaped practice room that they’d repurposed with cubbies and a fridge.

- “Are you ok?” Hoseok asks, as Jimin exhales a sigh and shakily starts to put on his street clothes. “Thank you hyung, for sticking up for me.” Jimin says shyly.

- “Don’t thank me for treating you with the bare bones of respect.”

- Jimin smiles sadly, “I’m an omega, I’m used to It.” he tucks dance shirt into his bag, pulling on a black sweatshirt over his dancing shorts.

- And I hate that you are, Hoseok thinks but doesn’t say, instead of packing up his own bag and tugging on his jacket, before declaring, “I’m walking you home.” Jimin doesn’t argue.

- They make most of the walk silent, and Jimin is happy not to be leered at for once on his way home passed bars and clubs so late at night. With hoseok by his side Jimin feels safe, the way that only you do.

- “Sorry for being a bother hyung, I know that a lot of people don’t hire omega’s because of the trouble we cause- but thank you for taking a chance on me.” He says when they reach the front door of your apartment.

- If Hoseok is judging Jimin based on the location where he lives he doesn’t show it. Though Jimin finds himself suddenly abashed at how rusty the front door that opens up onto your steps is and the fact that his apartment is located on the bad side of town.

- “Jimin,” Hoseok says, tilting his face up to meet his with a careful and warm finger, it’s not often that anyone besides you touches Jimin so casually and it makes his cheeks redden. “never think you’re a bother, you don’t deserve that kind of treatment, no omega does.”

- Jimin pouts a little turning his head out of hoseok’s hands. “You probably think we omegas need to be coddled and protected,”

- “Not at all!” Hoseok says, a little indignant. Hoseok looks for the right words “my… significant other put it in a good way the other day,” Jimin’s shocked- because he’s never heard of Hoseok being attached to anyone before, never seen a beta or an omega stop by at Hoseok’s studio. and he dosent have a mating mark either. He’s never even mentioned having someone to love in his life. Not like Jimin, who practically mentions you every moment he gets.

- “Everyone should learn to stand on their own two feet, regardless of if they’re an alpha beta or an omega, A person shouldn’t need to be protected or coddled, they just need a space that’s safe enough to reach their full potential. And a pair of arms to catch them when they feel like falling, And that can be in anyone’s arms-”

- Hoseok’s eyes flash up to meet Jimin’s, and he adds even quieter, “whether those be in an alpha, beta, or even omega for you I hope you have it.” Jimin flushes and looks away, your face flashing in his mind. Hoseok was right- that was what love was suposed to be like. That was always what love felt like when he was with you and Hoseok had caught jimin tonight.

- “I’m not- attached to anyone right now.” Jimin lies because he is very very very attached to you and he knows it.

- “You have a…” Jimin searches for the right word. “Modern way of viewing it.” Hoseok laughs, says goodnight to Jimin and disappears in the opposite direction of where they came. Jimin wonders where Hoseok lives, and if his significant other is waiting for him.

- You have no idea how modern it is Jiminie Hoseok thinks when he finally catches sight of his two Alpha boyfriends. Namjoon brushes the hair off of Hoseok’s forehead and leans down to kiss him as Yoongi grabs his hand, his thumb running back and forth across his knuckles. “How was your day sunshine?” Namjoon asks.

- “Enough with the pet names hyung you’re going to make me gag,” Yoongi says, surprisingly awake for it being so late at night. Hoseok Tisks inwardly, he must have had coffee, and now he won’t sleep for the whole night. Namjoon and Hoseok had been getting on him about having more regular sleeping habits recently.

- “I thought you liked it when I called you baby though Yoongs?” Namjoon says with a small smirk, leaning over to wrap run a large hand through his hair. they all both laugh when Yoongi flushes.

- But the corners of his mouth turn up at the edge. And Hoseok feels the tension inside his body relax slightly. Around the two of them he can never find it in himself to feel tense.

- They bring out the best in him; every bit of happiness and joy comes up unfiltered by anxiety. Hoseok knows he’s lucky, so lucky too have two people love him. Thoughts about Jimin plague him though; plague him enough that he confides in Namjoon and Yoongi late that night.

- “You did the right thing” Namjoon says while yoongi plants a kiss on Hoseok’s bare shoulder. “Would it be wrong if I felt like I wanted to protect him?” “There’s nothing wrong with that at all” Yoongi grumbles his- eyes already closed.

- That night you curl up with Jimin on your chest while you lie on your threadbare couch - a romcom humming in the background. Jimin always marvels at the fact that he feels absolutely 100% safe in your arms, your fingers card lazily through his fair hair, as he slowly falls asleep listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

- But when Hoseok looks at him, Jimin feels almost just as safe.

→ PART 2: LOST IN LOVE MAZE →

A/N: So the good news is that I’ll be posting this FIc extremely often because 70% of it is already written. There’s noting really angsty in this fic, but be warned- this is the angstiest shit I’ve ever written and that’s saying something!

♡♡♡ Hope you enjoyed it ♡♡♡~ M

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Virgil had been going through tics all his life whether or not it was more noticable now he was seventeen was a different story, as a kid he had always had very small and barely motor tics but now he was seventeen they included twitches of the head, arms, the scrunching up of the eyes or the face, rarely he would become paralysed and end up falling somewhere and he would just lay on the ground until he could stand again which usually took around ten minutes but on bad days it was longer, the only good thing about the paralysis one was that he didn’t twitch when it happened, he made involuntary noises and he often said random things but up until this point he had been very alone, no wanted to hand out with him because he didn’t fit into friend groups the only thing that helped him feel better was that when he was sixteen (last year) he had been officially diagnosed with tourette's syndrome, and at first it had been heartbreaking and he had looked at the news as debilitating which it really was but he soon began to look at it in a different light as his dads really encouraged him to embrace it and they didn’t ridicule him or stare and they somehow never seemed embarrassed but one of the most helpful things they did was to do with his coprolalia which made him swear and say inappropriate phrases and they didn’t happen often but when they did he always hated it they happened a lot when he was stressed which was becoming a lot more since exam season was coming up and he was always stressed about his grades. His dads never ever ridiculed him and they even laughed with him and the times Virgil wasn’t laughing, they would comfort him.

Virgil wasn’t on meds because they did nothing for him and he had met some awful people on his way to where he was but now he was joining a new high school as they had just moved to a new town, he didn’t mind they moved often but his dad Patton was certain they would be staying here for as long as they could and his Pa Logan had agreed and Virgil was perfectly content with it as this house was one of the better ones and the town seemed to be too.

He had to get two buses to school though which was a pain, because he wasn’t very good at suppressing his tics and even if he was he didn’t want to because it hurt and when he stopped suppressing them a lot more came out and the silence he had made didn’t compensate for the tics that came out.

It was on a Tuesday that his life changed a bit more that he would’ve thought, he was sat on the bus trying to muffle his vocal tics which was working somewhat, it was fair to say that today wasn't a particularly good tic day but he had had worse, his physical tics however were not doing well, his head kept twitching to the side and his hand and arms kept stretching, he kept kicking his leg out in front of him, luckily no one was sat in front of him. He kept taking deep breaths which worked for about twenty seconds before the slight flailing came back,

Before he could think about how to stop them though someone sat next to him and he immediately panicked and that didn’t help at all and right after the person sat down Virgil’s right arm shot out and punched this person in the arm, but they didn’t say anything, they turned with a smile and held their hand out,

“Greetings! I am Roman, Who might you be?” He seemed to be in the best mood even though he had just been harshly punched for no apparent reason,

“I’m -lemon!- Virgil,” He shook Roman’s hand before looking down but it didn’t last long as his head jerked to the side and his eyes screwed shut before relaxing for a few seconds, then his arms began to flail a bit but this stranger- Roman- didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact, he seemed to be ignoring the tics altogether which, in Virgil’s opinion was brilliant!

“Do you go to Golden Oak?” Roman once again was smiling as he ignored Virgil’s ticing he thought it the nicest thing to do and the boy seemed very self conscious and nervous about his tics so Roman decided not to bring it up,

“Yeah -lemon!- do you?” Virgil’s arms id some weird flinging thing, his leg kicked a couple times and his head jerked right and then left a few times before flinging back and then finally relaxing again,

“I sure do! It is one of the most magnificent schools i have been to! And I absolutely adore that you will be attending it too! Oh! Do you have your schedule yet?” Roman was basically glowing,

“Yeah,” Virgil pulled out his schedule and passed it to Roman who scanned it quickly and then beamed,

“We have every class together except for biology, i do Spanish, and art because I’m in drama!” Virgil was, honestly, relieved because this Roman dude seemed really nice but he supposed it was time to explain himself,

“Cool, I feel -F-fu- that I should ex-fuck- explain myself, I have tourettes -Pancakes!- and i do a lot of -Lemon!- ticking, I don’t think about -Pancakes!- or lemons as much as I say it,” Virgil’s head jerked a little and both his legs swung and kicked, his gloved right hand punched his chest as he squeaked,

“I guessed that was the case! And don’t worry about it! Last year I wrote three different papers on tourettes!” Roman seemed so nice and Virgil couldn’t help but smile back, since being diagnosed he had learned to laugh at life and he would often laugh at his ticks because they were awkward and the best way to dismiss that was by laughing about and sometimes his tics were funny but sometimes they were just exhausting, especially in classes.

Roman and Virgil made small talk until the next stop where they needed to wait for a different bus,

“Lemon! Fuck! Pancakes!” Virgil’s vocal tics could just be let g for now because the only ones getting on this bus were Roman and Virgil and if Virgil was very lucky not many people or none would be on the bus, while they waited Roman began to speak,

“If you don’t mind me asking, and you can totally say no, but would you like to...be friends?” Roman sounded remarkably smaller and a little sacred and Virgil wasn’t going to deny him, in all honesty, Virgil would love to be Roman’s friend,

“Lemons! I would like -f-fu- that,” Virgil suppressed his swearing tics as much as possible but most times he couldn’t stop, plus it hurt to suppress tics. Roman visibly brightened and then without warning hugged Virgil before backing off a little, it was short and sweet, and in all honesty Virgil enjoyed it,

“Do you think -pancakes!- that you could sit -lemons!- sit with-” Virgil stopped being able to talk as his jerked and his arms flailed too much to keep talking as he just couldn’t get the words out, so he waited it out, it lasted five whole minutes but he was fine, Roman seemed worried though,

“Virgil? Are you okay?” He seemed hesitant to ask but his worry outweighed his hesitancy,

“Yeah -cats!- I’m fine,” Virgil breathed deeply as he tried to focus, he kept making noises obviously, he did that most of the time and every now and then his gloved hand would come up and punch his chest or his rams would fly up or out or back,

“What were you going to say?” Roman tried to fix the conversation,

“Could you -Lemons!- sit with me at -lime!- Lunch?” Virgil looked at Roman for a while but his head jerked and he broke eye contact, Roman smiled and nodded very enthusiastically, the truth was Roman didn’t have any real friends sure he had ‘friends’ but a lot of them were toxic and none of them really liked him, they liked the mask he put on but Virgil seemed to like him so far and if he decided he didn’t like the real Roman, the mask could always come back up.

“Of course! I would love to dearest Virgil!” Roman gestured wildly with his hands and Virgil could already tell, he was one of the most extroverted kids, but he didn’t mind because Roman seemed like a true friend, he couldn’t help but let a gummy smile crossed his face as he watched Roman prance around lamenting words of endearment.

The bus pulled up two minutes later it was packed full today and that did not bode well, Roman got on first, leaving Virgil to follow him as his head jerked and his hands made random gestures, Roman choose a seat near the back and thank god that the only four seats that weren’t taken were the two behind and the two in front but there were people sitting across from them and diagonally to them, Roman let Virgil have the window seat so that his ticking didn’t run the risk of hitting anyone except himself and Roman which Roman was absolutely fine with.

Virgil began to talk to Roman, this time he started the conversation,

“What do you -Lemons!- know about tourettes?” He had to admit he was curious, because Roman could be misinformed or he could simply not know the right things for Virgil’s kind of tics or he could simply just not know things but there was also a chance that he did know these things,

“Well, I know about a lot of different types of tics, I know about and vaguely understand coprolalia, I understand what tic attacks are and I know some random bits of information that probably won’t ever be useful but I know them,” Roman seemed really interested inn tourettes and he seemed dedicated to his papers because that was a lot of information to retain and to understand it, even vaguely was impressive,

“I’m surprised most -pancakes! Fuck! Shit! Cunt!-” Virgil’s head jerked wildly again and his legs swung forward, kicking the chair in front quite hard as his arm punched in Roman’s direction hitting him in the shoulder, but he didn’t react, unlike those around them, people were staring with looks of disgust but Virgil had a mantra for times like this,

Those that mind, don’t matter and those that matter, don’t mind.

He repeated it a couple times in his head before speaking again,

“Most people don’t -shit!- don’t understand, even -lemons!- vaguely,” Virgil had an air of confidence but his eyes told a different story, they had an undertone of frustration and anger but a set sadness and fear were buried under that, Roman could see it all but decided not to point it out,

“Well, what can I say?-” Virgil cut him off

“Except you’re welcome!” He had a bright smile plastered on his face at the brilliant reference and Roman covered his mouth ad he gasped quietly,

“You...Like Disney??!!” He seemed very excited and Virgil felt so full of joy in that moment, more joy than he had felt in the last year, sure he had experienced joy but not like this. Virgil nodded causing his head to jerk down five times before he could look back up again,

“Well what about Mulan? Let’s talk” and so the rest of their journey consisted of ignoring the snarls and looks of disgust and the not-so-silent whispers passing around the bus about Virgil, and consequently Roman as the two spoke about every Disney film and the characters and eventually they were talking about Harry potter, the books versus the movies, so far Virgil’s argument for the books seemed to be winning, but before they could continue the bus stopped at the school and Virgil got all anxious again,

“Fuck! Shit! Fuck off!” The people were now just talking about him as he followed Roman to the exit but they didn’t make it that far, they were stopped by someone and Virgil instantly knew what was coming before they even opened their mouth nd it seemed so did Roman,

Virgil held his jacket close as he slung his backpack on his shoulder,

“What is wrong with you?” This was one of the times when Virgil wished this man had some curiosity in his voice but he didn’t, all it held was malice. Roman caught the question before Virgil could answer, as his head was jerking too much, but he managed to control his arms because they were holding his jacket very tightly, his shoulder kept jerking back though, and it would hurt the next day because t always did but that was the least of his problems right now,

“Let me answer that. There is simply nothing wrong with him, he is a fine friend and i don’t believe there is anything wrong with him. Unless you do?” Roman’s voice had an undertone of danger but this dude seemed to miss it,

“Yeah, I do! Look right now, even when we’re talking he can’t focus on us! And he keeps saying weird shit! What’s wrong with him?” The man’s insults weren’t anything that Virgil hadn’t heard before but they still hurt no matter how many times he heard them,

“Like I said, nothing is wrong with him, now excuse us, we have to get going,” Roman pushed past the man and Virgil stuck close, once they were off the bus Roman let out and angry sigh and Virgil thought he was mad at him for being an embarrassment but it didn’t happen,

“I was about to punch that guy,” Roman sounded angry but he wasn’t really, not anymore. Virgil’s head jerked a couple times and there were some weird noises and the word lemons but other than that he seemed to have calmed down a little now that they were off the bus,

“C’mon we’ll be late,” Roman took Virgil by the hand, gently, and led them to their first class, Math.

It turned out that they weren’t late at all, in fact, they were the first there beside the teacher, who smiled kindly, having already met Virgil she ignored the tics which now were just noises and the scrunching of the eyes and face, which weren’t really that bothersome unless he was reading, good thing they weren’t in English.

“Is there a seating plan?” Roman spun around, Miss Kathleen (she made sure they called her by her first name) was Roman’s favourite teacher, she was by far the most understanding and she was really funny, but she was like a mother to everyone but she wouldn’t tolerate bullying and she could really be strict if the situation called for it. Roman idolised her because she was just so great!

“Oh, well there is but since you are here early and you’re one of my favourites I’ll let you pick your seat and who sits beside you,” She smiled again and Roman beamed back before grabbing Virgil's hand again and leading him to the back, left corner, next to the window, which Virgil was very grateful for, after they had their books out (Virgil getting a completely new set of books to work from) Roman began talking,

“I think this is like one of the only classes with a seating plan so I’ll sit next to you in the other ones!” Roman was radiating happiness,

“Yeah, that would -Lemons! Fuck!- be nice,” Virgil’s head went back to jerking and his legs swung out, as his shoulders jerked back every once and a while and his arms would either come up to hit Roman or to hit himself. Today was going to be a long day.

Five classes and a break later, it was lunchtime, now Virgil didn’t have any complaints about the five classes he had been through, sure he got some weird looks and people who told him to ‘shhh’ but he ignored them because,

Those that mind don’t matter, and those that matter don’t mind

He was sat alone at one of the far away lunch tables he waited for Roman despite not being sure he would even turn up, he was wrong though because not even two minutes later Roman bounded over to the table Virgil was sat at, his legs swinging and his eyes scrunching up, as his arm punched his chest, he squeaked too, Virgil thought his tics were the worst thing but Roman thought they made Virgil cute and oddly attractive,

Roman sat down having just come from biology and Spanish the two were talking about what the lesson had been like and Roman was asking Virgil if he had been okay,

“So, did anyone give you trouble?” Roman sounded so protective and Virgil almost wanted to tell him that the biology teacher, despite being a biology teacher, was an ignorant dick, but he decided against and told Roman about his seat,

“I have to sit next to -fuck! Lemon, pancakes- to some kid who -lemon- thinks I’m a -lemon, lemon, lemon- freak and treats me like -fuck! Shit!- an experiment, I've had worse though,” He punched himself in the chest before his arm shot out to the side and the his elbows jerked back, his head jerked left then right then left again and his face scrunched up, all before he started eating,

“I mean, if you want I could take his whole face out?” Roman seemed dead serious and that just made it ten times funnier and Virgil threw his head back in a true, full body laugh, and the best part? It was a tic free moment. Roman joined in but then as they both calmed down someone walked over to their table and they seemed to have such an air of confidence that wasn’t fake at all and that was a little worrying, to say the least,

“Hey Roman, why aren’t you sitting with us today?” This kid wasn’t even acknowledging Virgil, like at all, but that was okay because Virgil didn’t really want to be noticed, so he just continued to eat his lunch,

“Well, I just thought I would sit here for today, y’know for some...Variety? Yes that’s the word!” Roman waved his hands around and smiled brightly though Virgil could see through the smile and it wasn’t like the one he had seen only minutes ago, but he decided to bring it up later,

The girl hummed, “Okay, well, if you don’t want to sit alone, then you can always come join us,” The girl took one last look at Roman before she tried to walk away but Roman butt in,

“What do you mean alone?” His tone was ludicrous but he was always that little bit extra,

“Well, you’re sat by yourself, or at least this kid that your sat with probably doesn’t talk much so it must feel like you’re alone,” She snickered,

“Well for your information, we happen to be having the most wondrous conversations and I like his company more than yours,” Roman seemed mad but Virgil didn’t really believe that Roman was mad,

“Geez, okay dude, no need to be so harsh,”

“Irony,” Virgil couldn’t help himself, he found irony so funny and stupid at the same time, kinda like tumblr humour, not the point!

“What did you say to me?” The kid seemed genuinely curious but there was an underlying tone of danger that, while it went unnoticed by Roman, was not missed by Virgil, and you see Virgil wasn’t a violent person but he would and could fight if he had to and the weird thing was, when he got angry at someone or when someone he loved was being threatened his tics went away and it was amazing but it was also strange and it upset Virgil that it couldn’t be explained, but hey ho what can you do but get on with life,

“Irony,” Virgil repeated himself,

“What do you mean, irony?”

“Your response was ironic,” Virgil stood up from the table and turned to look at the girl who had come over,

“How dare you?!” She was mad but Virgil wasn’t sure if she would start a fight of not, hopefully she wouldn’t but you could never be sure with some people,

“What?” Virgil cocked his head to the side slightly and at this point there was a small crowd growing, Roman was still seated,

“You realise that you can’t speak to me like that?” She took three steps closer to Virgil, he didn’t step back like sh expected, he wasn’t afraid of her,

He held his ground.

They glared at each other for a second before she clenched her right fist and took a swing at Virgil’s face, she hit her target but she left herself wide open and Virgil swung his foot to kick her in the back of the knee, as she tripped, Virgil took a swing at her side just o throw her off balance a little more,

Now Virgil with only a bloody nose and this girl with a sore knee and a sure to bruise side, she tried to tackle him again but he just aimlessly dodged her and after that she was sure she wouldn’t miss again and she was right, she didn’t, she brought her fist up to Virgil’s eye and she hit him right in the left eye, he stumbled back a little but before he could be hit he elbowed her in the back before falling to the ground when something hit him in the back of the head,

He turned to see that it was another boy presumably this girls boyfriend but at this point Virgil’s vision was blurry and his head was throbbing he could only see out of one eye and he could taste his blood on his tongue, but he wasn’t done yet,

He wouldn’t lose this time.

Virgil stood up and stepped into a fighting position his eye already bruising up, the boy looked at him and laughed,

It was funny how he stopped laughing when Virgil brought his leg up in a very straight line and kicked the guy in the nose, he brought his feet back into an apprehensive stance as taekwondo was turning out to be useful he would thank his pa later for suggesting he take classes,

“How dare you?!” The boy recovered faster than the girl did and that surprised Virgil but he liked a challenge,

Virgil smiled a little as he strafed right to avoid the punches that were swung his way and then the boy decided he had had enough of being beaten he began to use brute force never leaving room for Virgil to attack back he was on the defense for the near future and he didn’t like it, his arms had been raised into an x position in front of his chest and his face to avoid a lot of pain but he had no room to attack, his arms become sore, absolutely sure to bruise heavily and he was sure he could keep it up,

Until he heard a snap.

He felt more than heard it but as soon as it happened he felt his arm become limp and it burned with pain he wanted to scream but he knew that wasn’t a good idea so he just let his tears fall silently instead of screaming or saying anything he gritted his teeth and just as the boy pulled away as he thought he had won, Virgil hugged his arm to his chest as he ducked under his arms but before he could do anything else a voice was heard over all the chanting in the crowd,

“What is going on here?!” It sounded like the head teacher but Virgil wasn’t sure, in seconds though he was leaned against the table,

Roman ha moved him.

And he was now sitting in front of Virgil asking him questions but Virgil couldn’t hear him over the blood rushing to his ears and the gasping noises he was making certainly didn’t help, the group started to dissipate but not everyone left a few pairs and the odd trio were still hanging around but Virgil couldn’t focus on anything else apart from the pain he felt,

“Vi….il….infirmary...c’mon….” That was most definitely Roman’s voice and there were shouts and murmurs in the background but as it happened Virgil wasn’t sure what was happening he wasn’t even sure how he was moving or if he was doing it himself, spoiler alert he wasn’t, He felt warmth around him though and that was somewhat comforting he would feel incredibly comfortable right now if it wasn’t for the pain he felt everywhere.

-^-

Okay so I know that was a lot and I know i don’t know a lot about tourettes I don’t have tourette's but I tried to research as much as possible and it may not be correct but I tried really hard and f you would like to massage me any feedback you might have don’t be shy I would love to hear what you think and where I may have gotten things wrong and if you want and if I get enough feedback about what is wrong and what id right then I will update it an we can work together to make to more correct and to read smoother and to sound better. I hope you enjoyed regardless of any mistakes and who knows maybe I’ll make a part two depending on how this is received who knows you might all hate it a lot but maybe some people will like it, well no matter what I enjoyed writing it and learning I love you all and of you read all of this note thanks you’re all pretty great human beings and I appreciate you,

@the-crazed-band-kid @nobodygotarrested

You both seemed very excited for this but then I don’t like it and it’s not very good but you said you would give me honest to god feedback so please tell me the good bits and the horrifically awful bits, if it’s incorrect or insults you in any way I will take it down,

Love you all

- Harry

#virgil sanders #tourettes #tourettes syndrome #roman sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #my writing #harry writes #ts ts

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musubiki · 6 years

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Hc about conflictedshipping visiting another region? Sinnoh maybe???? Love your work ❤️!!!

hoOOOOOOO BOI LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THEIR TRIP TO KALOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

➞

im making it MANDATORY THAT THEY TOOK A SEMESTER ABROAD IN KALOS DURING THEIR TRAINERS SCHOOL TIME

(also this is where that one line of diaglouge in xy comes from. that one chick who tells you that green was there studying and only ever said smell ya later)

i was thinkin about giving them pokemon for this trip but. i think its better if their first pokemon come from prof oak later.

(gd i wish pom and vee were here for this that wouldve been amazing)

when they first got there leaf was worried that he was irritated he had to spend the whole semester with her there. he kinda scoffed and smirked at her and said something like “Are you kidding? I’d be angrier if you DIDN’T get the scholarship.” cuz they’re rivals. and he expects no less from her. he tells her something like its bad for his image if his rival isnt as good as him. he’s actually kinda happy that she’s there with him and he’s not gonna be all alone.

this actually makes leaf really happy and kind of. sets the mood for the whole trip there

so they end up staying with this older couple who live in the heart of lumiose city and usually house the students every year. ofc they’re thrilled tho have leaf and green there. the wife owns a bakery/cafe and the husband works at the docks down in coumarine city. as a condition of them staying there, leaf helps with the bakery and green helps at the docks

when they first go there. they find out that. the kalos school doesnt require uniforms and theyre both kind of “???? so you just wear whatever??” greens perf fine with this but leafs kind worried bc she didnt bring THAT much clothes, so the couple takes both her and green shopping for kalos-style clothes. this is where leaf gets this outfit from and she LOVES IT shes adorable i love her so much

when green first sees her in it hes a little surprised because WOW what. “shes actually. kind of ok looking.” hes blushing shut up you idiot

so they get to their new school and everyone intrigued by them oooo new transfer students whaaaat??? green right off the bat is all confident and doing his usual thing. winks at like 3 girls and they’re all fawning over him first thing.

but the school is very welcoming to them!! they get a lot of transfer student from all over the place so they have a lot of different people from different places!!

they actually have a pretty good time. a lot of the kids from school drop by the bakery just to. see leaf. same with the girls for green and business is good. amen. the couple is actually shook because they have so many profits

on weekends they get to go see kalos!!! its pretty.,. nice actually like esp traveling to like cyllage and laverre and anistar(leaf loves anistar city)

and green is actually really enjoying theyre time there. it kind of feels like.,. dates.,. kind of.,. and he never voices it and STILL ACTS LIKE A JERK BUt.,. spending time with her here in kalos is actually kinda cool,,. we should do this more often, he thinks

they go to all the little cafes and explore that big mansion with the gardens, they actually get to go rollar skating around a couple times and ride gogoats like they live kalos life to the fullest

sometimes when they study at night he goes to her room and just chills with her on her bed (she has a huge bed and it’s really comfortable compared to his). they take turns reading the material out loud and leaf. really likes it when he reads she just lays there and stares at him and he. has a great voice shes dying a little here guys //

leaf always felt a little bit homesick. once when they were chilling in her bed she asked green if he missed home. he kinda sat there for a bit before answering with a “no, not really. it’s actually kind of nice to get away from everyone. there no real pressure to be anyone or do anything.”

she wasnt exaclty sure what he meant but lowkey. he was actually talking. about her and him. because in kanto they’ve been rivals for so long it’d be weird to hang out with her and go see places like they do there. but no one in kalos really know them so hes just.,. ehuhhhhhh i dont wanna go home

okay ANOTHER THING THAT HAPPENED IN KALOS WAS THIS: at some point, one of the students at their school fell desperately in love with leaf and she. didn’t even like him at all. like he was just some persistent rich creep so yes. im doing this. no one can stop me. to get him to give up she asked green to pretend to be her boyfriend for like. a day or two just so he’d leave her alone.

OFC GREENS LIKE SMIRKING THE WHOLE TIME SHES ASKING HIM THIS AND SHES BLUSHING AND EMBARRASSED BUT SHES TRIED EVERYTHING ELSE.

greens actually a little irritated by this and is kinda ehh at first because. he doesnt wanna fool around and then actually catch feelings by accident (he doesn’t want to temp god like this hes already enjoying their time together)

but shes. desperate and so after a few more pleads he.,. agrees and she kind of feels bad. so she apologizes for dragging him into this and then. she asks him “Can…can you handle it?” she didn’t mean it as an insult or anything she MEANT ARE YOU COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO DO IT

but what HE HEARD was a CHALLENGE so he just. stops. and turns to her. and he grabs her by her waist and pulls her REAL close to him and leans in and just “Can you?” with the widest smirk and like. the sexiest voice. and she just becomes this blushing terrible mess and shes stammering over all her words and he just fokijnff laughs because god. this is gonna be fun.

fhjkf this is horrible okay so. the next day at school ofc hes true to his word so here we go. they pretend like theyre going out. and its the biggest scoop of the whole place. girls are crying, teachers are shocked. in the distance, sirens.

green is a pro at this bc he teases her enough as is, now he just needs to take it a little further and he’s actually enjoying the reactions he’s getting from her. like he can fuckin gently grab her hand and she turns into a mess like why did i ask him to do this i am an idiot

when they get home that night green is just laughing his ass off because she., is terrible at this and he cant believe it. she makes up some excuse and after some banter and making fun of her, green tells her that if she really wants this to look convincing, she gotta get better control over it. hes smirking the whole time. so she gets even more flustered and asks if he has any great ideas, to which he replies yes.

lets practice, he says. and she if confused and honestly a little scared. she asks how and he actually. sighs and sits down in front of her and for once, is actually smiling instead of smirking. so he adds a “Don’t freak out.” before,. gently taking her hands in his.

shes trembling and takes a deep breath before lacing her fingers with his and this. actually turns into a nice kind of moment. the whole time hes watching her eyes. and he can see shes still nervous so he tells her. “How about we pretend like… we’re actually together for a while.”

and shes blushing like hell because oh my god shes liked him for so long and this is so nice with him but it actually hurts a little that its not real

so he,. slips his hands around her waist and pulls close and presses her against him and slowly nuzzles his nose in her hair

and hes. actually kind of enjoying this.

and this feeling boils in the pit of his stomach as his lungs fill with the scent of her hair and it sends shivers over his skin and he feels his hands tracing over the small of her back and the warmth of her body on his and through the foggy blurry haziness in his head the only thought that comes out is ‘Oh no.’

and then BAM one of their caretakers slams the door open with a “Hey kids, dinner is ready!” and green IMMEDATLY grabs her arms and pushes her away and his face his red. She responds with a shocked quiet “Oh, I hope I wasn’t inturrupting-”

and they BOTH CUT HER OFF STAMMERING AND STUTTERING WITH “No it wasn’t what it looks like-!” “We were just- uh- practicing-!” “FOR THE SCHOOL DRAMA COMING UP-” “YEAH-” and shes just. giggling and a little surprised with an “Oh! Could’ve fooled me!” before she leaves.

and green and leaf are just standing there in awkward silence and leaf is rubbing her arm while green is rubbing the back of his neck and she leaves with a brisk “I-I think we should go get dinner-” before they both go downstairs

the next day it turns out that rich creep was too heartbroken from seeing her with green the day before that he transfered schools entirely, so oh, I guess we don’t need to keep up the act anymore, and green answers with a yeah, cool, and ignores the small feelings of disapointment and covers it up by going back to his usual snarky self

he forces himself not to think about this for a long time because he doesnt wanna get caught up in the feels. Leaf, however, thinks about it all the time because it was really nice, but green doesnt bring it up and they were just pretending anyway hes just used to being a flirt it wasnt a big deal for him

(it was)

that was the first time theyd ever been that close and also. the last time until saffron

they have a lot of adventures here that i cant. fit it all here but they had a really good time

#idk maybe this is in the official plot for them #maybe it isnt #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#conflictingshipping #green oak #trainer leaf #headcanons #ask #long post #spoiler: theres fluff in this one #bananyaaa

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angelsfuk · 3 years

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journal 10/4/17

`I dont see weed as the problem i see my self as the problem. I stand in the way of mysefl on a daily basis. No one else is to blame but my insufferable self. I like to think and appear like I work hard and have the mindset that i dont know why I dont produce a higher quality of life for myself.

I look at people who can see the bad in their life and decide to change and I am in awe. They feel a determination that i do not posses that allows them the ability to try

They decide to

They

Tried

Speaking of a window, i feel like a cat, in an attic with the light on 24/7 and the only thing in the room is a window. And from that window I

See a happy couple, arms draped around each other like vines of a withering oak tree. A image i felt a twinging in the pit of me…

Something unusual

I felt a null looming

_Suffering

<D--_BB+++++++<3

…………...

I have recently been caught in a trap

Of seeing my exlove with his new girl friend

I pray you see my _sufffering

I have seen yours of all its shades of black

I struggle to remember my oldest memories

Floating in vast area of endless space

I need to stop thinking of myself as set out of the crowd cause more likely than not i am in the crowd and put myself there more by thinking i'm not Uh maybe I just want to feel happy And i think for the most part i can But days like today make me feel, overwhelmed Like a sink overflowing with dirty dishes I don't want to clean them i want to stare at them for two weeks briefly shrugging at them till i finally i'm forced to face my mess Drop off the w2 Find out why the 166 dollars didnt go thru to the gas company Should i send 166 dollars to the gas company now I dont really want to Should i still buy mushshrooms from izzy How do you become financially stable How do you become stable How do you overcome depression How do you stop social anxiety How do you look people you use to know in the eye again How do you maintain relationships How do you not become bitter How do you disappear completely How do you see your best friends baby How do you not become like everyone else How do you fall in love again How do you function again

Why do people get mad at me when i don't hang out with them i can't help it I can't help that the thought of hanging out with someone makes my stomach flip that most of my conversations are excuses i enjoy my own company more than others (this does not include jackson or my dad) im always tired always worn out Need a therapist agian Need to get better again without anyone noticing Whats that radiohead song how to disappear completely Today is just a bad day of course tomorrow i will feel diffrent then the cycle repeats agian I want to go driving in the country woth someone with me i dont know who but we font talk just drive and take photographs of pretty medows maybe that person is lauren, possible yes how to be more like her I tjink im gonna pay thw gas company again

Or maybe not again maybe payment didint go through last time just going to do it Ugh See you later ....

Again my bank account is at zero i wish i knew how to financial make myself stable but I don't know how to do that

I hate the bank

It has become my new doctor’s office

Yes i know i overdrew yes i know my bank account is negative again im working on it

Yes i know you can't draw from a savings account more than 6 times a month i know these things

But i can't stop them

My life is a hurricane of actions and at the same time a frozen ocean of inability or motivation lacking

I will figure it out

I will i always do

I won't tell dad

to me that is failure to tell him i can't give him the money because I failed to keep it saved that is not his problem he has enough to worry about without his 19 year old daughter who cant save her money right

Jackson when i ask him to borrow which i hate doing doesnt understand that i cant tell him casue that would be accepting my failure and taking the disappointment from not only him but from myself as well

Maybe i just tell myself these things to make myself feel better i don't know

It works i guess

Some times i see people who are really passionate about something and it makes me wish i was that way again most of the time i can go though the day just convincing myself that i am passionate i am happy and for the most part I think I am but seeing someone who is just so hardworking and passionate about what they love makes me realize I am not.

It seem to be one financial blundering after another , The reason I need money today is last night my dad told me in a slight drunken emotional whirlwind of his own that he needed me to get the five hundred from my savings account in one hundred dollar bills which would require me to go in and ask for it which normally would be fine but my bank account is at negative and that would just make the situation even worse because they would most likely take from the savings account which would make it a total of three hundred and twenty six dollars approximately. Clearly that is not the five hundred i need to give to him, but another perplexity i face is whether he even remembers telling me that or not he was inebriated which makes me wonder if he even meant to tell me that but im too scared to ask i am too scared to just act like he didnt say it then he be mad i didn't get it which then i am in even deeper because

Sometime i like to overreact

Its not overreacting its called over thinking I guess

Whatever

Ive been talking to someone agian

I know that happens a lot but i feel good about this I have been taking my time and keeping my boundaries i think

His name is quinn or he calls himself romeo as well

We talk

I enjoy it

I think he does too

There is one strange thing about our history i should say

We have slept together already

He took me to his apartment one night after we talked and hit it off really well

At joey's house

It was comfortable we talked for awhile in his bed together and fell asleep

In the morning we fucked

The only thing that made it mad was the fact that of course aubrey played into it somehow

But he was different in the way that I got him to like me

He chose me over her

That is almost an improbability in my history with aubrey.

So i am seeing him again for the first time since that moring

At our friend Max’s birthday party on friday.

#journal

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donghyxns · 6 years

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hunger games! au (park jihoon) 2

character: park jihoon

word count: 1,408

genre: angst

warnings: blood, cursing

summary: it’s time for training and you find something insanely disturbing about jihoon, scaring you away from him

part one

you wanted to go home immediately when you stepped off of the train

the people of the capitol swarmed you and jihoon, screaming nice words in your face

you looked out among the crowds of highly colorful people

they had signs with your or jihoon’s face on it with colorful words of encouragement

it made you feel sick to your stomach

these people were rooting for you

they wanted you to kill people and come out on top

you experienced this same feeling when you stepped off the train with lee woojin but you never thought you would experience it again

you feel jihoon’s arms bumping against yours

you shift your gaze upwards to him to notice that he was already looking at you

in a short second, he grabbed your hand and thrust it upwards

the crowd surrounding you grew quiet at the sudden move

“we are the victors of the all-star hunger games!”

the quiet crowd then erupts in screams of excitement and happiness

“there can only be one victor of the hunger games,” you sigh, throwing your bag on the bed across from jihoon’s, “you do remember that one rule, right?”

jihoon looks up from his position of the soft, white bed, “maybe, we can challenge that rule...”

you were tired of his innocent facade he had on

the two of you were in this together, he needed to show his evil killing side if he really wanted to win

he needed to make sure people were scared of you two

but all he was doing was showing the innocent side of him

you scoff, “you act all... all innocent,” jihoon looks at you with confusion stretched across his face, “but you had to do something to win. what did you do? how did you kill the last person?”

you see jihoon’s face and neck go red

you arent sure if it is with anger or embarrassment

before you can press any further, he stands up

“we need to get to training.” he doesnt look at you as he speaks or as he leaves the room you were assigned

the large, oak door slams loudly, making you jump in your skin a bit

“park jihoon,” you whisper to yourself, “you sure are a weird case arent you?”

god, training was so awkward

everybody was looking each other up and down, trying to remember what year they were in and what their strategies were

people looked you up and down relentlessly

you were quite famous in the hunger games, a tragic child who lost her best friend moments before the ending and then went crazy on the guy who killed him with a rock

but they knew you have no strategies

you were just lucky

“are you tired of this too?” a tall, skinny girl bumps her shoulder with you

her long, black hair was tied up into a tight ponytail on the back of her head

“um,” you avert your gaze from her seemingly flawless face, “yeah, i-im super tired of this...”

she didnt seem familiar at all meaning she was probably in the games before your mom let you watch it

“do,” she trails off, “do you remember me?”

you shake your head and she begins to laugh

it wasnt a crazy person laugh, it was more of a friendly one

“my name is sunmi,” she smiles at you, “i was in the hunger games 12 years ago”

you nod your head, feeling a bit awkward

“you came with park jihoon, right?” sunmi asks, glint in her eye

“yeah, i did... i don’t really remember much of him either though since i was young when he was in.”

sunmi gasps, look of shock coming over her face

“so, you mean, you dont know what he did?”

you shake your head once more, “w-was it bad?”

sunmi gives another laugh, “hell yeah! he was dubbed ‘devil in disguise’ after he won! he puts on this innocent facade and then kills without mercy”

you turn your head to look behind you to see jihoon working with weight training, muscles showing through his tight white t-shirt

you felt confused while looking at him

he looked so beautifully innocent but his muscles looked so strong

and he was nicknamed ‘devil in disguise’ meaning he had to do something strong

“devil in disguise?” you feel your heart rate to start to pick up as you turn your gaze back to sunmi, “i knew something was off about him”

sunmi nods her head, “he would kill people by ripping their throats out with his teeth...” her eyes trail down to the floor, “all is fair in the game though. he did what he had to do”

“he did what?!” you yell out making everyone in the room stop and look at you

you didnt mean to scream out like that

it just shocked you

sunmi looks around with a fake smile and puts her hand in front of your face, showing the huge ring on her finger, “yes! he did, indeed, propose to me before i left to come here!!!”

everybody smiles fakely while clapping

“nice save” you whisper under your breath to sunmi

“i know, im good at saving things” she smiles back before grabbing your shoulder, pulling you in closer to her

“sorry for yelling, it just shocked me”

she shakes her head, “no, it’s okay. it would shock me too if i hadnt seen it already.”

she turns around to look at jihoon with pity in her eyes, “everybody is scared of him now. rumor has it, his own mom wont even talk to him because she is scared.”

“who wouldnt be scared? he ripped peoples throats out with his teeth... thats gruesome.”

sunmi smirks at you, “well, you also bash people’s heads in with rocks.... isnt that a bit gruesome too?”

your mouth flies open but before you could counter back, the lunch bell rings

“see you tomorrow, _______” she waves at you before walking off with a confidence in her step that nobody could replicate

you turn around and start to walk off but before you could get too far, you bump into a large, firm chest

you look up to see jihoon, gazing down at you with worried eyes, “are you okay? i didnt mean to stop like that”

he grabs your arms to help steady yourself but once you realize his grasp in on you, you pull away harshly

“it’s fine. see you later tonight.”

jihoon looks at your figure scurrying off in the opposite direction of the lunch room and he knows

the dinner table was full of awkward coughs and shifting eyes

jessi looked at you then jihoon then you again and then jihoon again

“is there something going on between the two of you?”

you stand up, making the chair scrape against the hardwood floor, “i’m going to bed, good night.”

you leave the dinner table in a rush

you felt guilty, he had to know that you knew

you walked down the cold, white hallway with guilt filling your chest

the white door came in view and you felt a bit relieved

sleep was the only thing on your mind

but before you could enter your room, a hand grabbed your wrist softly to stop you from entering

“can we talk?” it was jihoon’s soft-sounding voice

you take your arm out of his grasp gently and turn around to face him, “about what?”

jihoon shakes his head, looking down at the floor, “you know what i did, dont you?”

you nod slightly, words not coming out of your mouth

jihoon runs his hand through his soft, brown hair

you could see his breathing getting more and more labored and fast

“jihoon? are you okay?”

jihoon faces you with a pitiful look on his face, “why did i do that??”

tears start to well up in his eyes

“i-it was for survival... we all did some messed up shit in the arena...”

jihoon lets out a small whimper/cry as he leans against your body for support

your hand immediately reaches up to stroke his hair, confused by this whole situation

why did you feel your heart fluttering?

jihoon was going to kill you in a couple of days and your heat was fluttering because of him?

the hunger games really is a weird place

#park jihoon scenarios #park jihoon #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 park jihoon #produce 101 scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios

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Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know [Homestuck]

Chapter 33: Declarations

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist.

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Implied/Mentioned abuse, mentions of terrorism, death mention, injury mention, depiction of an emotional breakdown, trauma aftermath; Illustrated; Pesterlog

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— carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling tipsyGnostalgic [TG] —

CG: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

— tipsyGnostalgic [TG] is an idle chum! —

CG: FUCK YOU, I CAN SEE THAT FOR MYSELF, YOU PIECE OF SHIT PROGRAM. I’M GONNA FUCKING YELL ANYWAY.

CG: I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO PICK ME UP AT NOON. IT’S LIKE, 1:30 AND YOU STILL AREN’T HERE, WHAT GIVES?

CG: IF YOU GOT KIDNAPPED, TOO, I SWEAR TO FUCK I’M PERSONALLY PUTTING THIS ENTIRE GODDAMN FAMILY UNDER PERMANENT WATCH.

CG: I’M NOT ABOVE SITTING ON YOU ASSHOLES IF THATS WHAT IT TAKES.

TG: okay first off i know youre like a literal alien but heres a protip for ya:

TG: general human earth etiquette is to not text people who you know are probably driving?

TG: its like a whole thing

CG: WHY

TG: idk probs because texting while driving’s a great way to fucking crash lol

TG: anyway!!

TG: yeah im real sorry about that mom fucking rang me up like

TG: hi im at the airport come get me!

TG: out of fucking nowhere because everything has to be a fucking hassle with this woman

TG: so i had to go get her

CG: WHY THE FUCK WAS SHE AT THE AIRPORT?

TG: because fuck me is why

TG: and THEN shes like

TG: ooooh i gotta do some mysterious whatthefuckever errand at some mall out in the middle of nowhere

TG: so now im sitting in the parking lot waiting for her to get back which might be a while because her bad leg’s been acting up lately

TG: and thats why im not there yet >:(

CG: WAIT. WAIT, HOLD ON, I’M CONFUSED.

CG: BY “MOM” ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT RACHEL? I DIDN’T EVEN THINK SHE HAD A BAD LEG.

TG: nonono

TG: ray is like. dirk and dave and rose’s mom

TG: i dont call her mom i just call her aunt ray cuz shes not my mom yknow

TG: my mom is aunt ray’s sister

TG: aunt ramona? they talk about her?

CG: OOOOOOH. YEAH.

CG: THE WOMAN WHO WRITES THOSE SHITTY SUPERNATURAL ROMANCE BOOKS KANAYA LOVES.

TG: hahaha yeah her trashy shit is great

CG: SHE’S HERE?

TG: apparently!!!!!!!!

CG: I’M SENSING SOME BITTERNESS.

TG: ugh its fine she just always does shit like this

TG: womans always gotta make a fuckin entrance even if that means not telling anyone shes coming

TG: and its goddamn annoying as shit!!

TG: but its fine i get it shes here to help out and we are kinda all hands on deck

TG: speaking of tho i heard something about kanaya not coming along after all?

CG: NOT YET, NO.

CG: SHE’S BEEN TALKING TO ROSE, AND APPARENTLY DAVE’S BEEN PRETTY UNEASY WITH THE NUMBER OF NEW FACES AT THE HIVE.

CG: HOUSE. WHATEVER.

CG: TEREZI’S PROTECTION DETAIL HAS HIM KIND OF ON EDGE, I GUESS?

CG: SHE’S GONNA COME AROUND LATER PROBABLY. AND MIGHT END UP STAYING WITH PORRIM AND KEEP IT TO VISITS, AT LEAST UNTIL THINGS SETTLE DOWN A BIT.

CG: SO IT’S JUST ME FOR NOW.

TG: ooooh yeah geez i bet

TG: poor dave :( :( :(

TG: i gotta tell you and mom some uh. serious shit about him when i pick you both up

TG: id pass it on here but its probs better if i just tell you face to face?

CG: OH, WONDERFUL!

CG: MORE NO DOUBT HORRIFIC NEWS REGARDING DAVE.

CG: I CAN’T WAIT. THIS PANIC ATTACK’S GONNA BE ONE FOR THE RECORD BOOKS, I CAN JUST FEEL IT!!!

TG: :(

TG: tl;dr hes not in great shape but hes getting better but theres some stuff we gotta go over

TG: jfc mom what the fuck are you doing its been ages

CG: SO WAIT. SHE JUST HAD YOU DRIVE HER OUT SOMEWHERE AND WALKED OFF ALONE?

TG: yeah

TG: woman can take care of herself just fine so like im not worried??

TG: but still, like. cmon woman!!! whatever it is hurry up a little

TG: it cant be that important we got places to be

In terms of location, it was almost an outlet mall; somewhat detached from the nearest city and surrounded by forest. It was mostly all one building, positioned in a dip in the ground next to a clear stream, and these features had helped make it a serviceable fortress during the invasion, although Derek had regularly complained that he’d have preferred a site that held the high ground. Still, they’d made do; the roof was high enough that one could see for quite some distance, the stream offered fresh water, the trees provided decent enough cover during skirmishes, and the walls were thick enough to turn away most weather and weapons. It hadn’t been much, but it had served well enough as home for six years for around threescore ragtag survivors-turned-fighters.

Out in the surrounding forest, those who hadn’t survived that conflict still lay buried in pitiful graves marked only with a stone or a chunk of wood. There hadn’t been time to properly put anyone to rest; it had been risky enough for two or three people to slip out during a stretch of quiet with a shovel and a body. They simply hadn’t been able to afford to have any sort of formal burial, not with the threat of an attack constantly looming.

Even so, even so…

Derek had picked a spot he would remember.

In life, the oak tree would have been the kind people would have thought of as a monarch, with branches spread wide and gnarled wood ancient and strong, holding children in its branches as easily as if they were made of nothing; but the tree had already been dead by the time the invasion started, a great, ancient, dried-out husk. Even so, decades later, it still stood, its branches reaching toward the sky, the other trees forming a circle around it as though too respectful to come too close. Mushrooms and trails of greenery crept about a quarter of the way up the ancient trunk.

At its roots, a rotting wooden spar stuck up out of the ground. This, too, had been reclaimed by flowers, grasses and mushrooms, decorating the splintered and decayed timber with dark summer greens and pale white-and-lavender blooms.

Derek Strider, down on one knee with his sheathed sword held in his right hand, sighed. Of course, the trouble with having to bury the dead so hastily meant that there’d been no one to look over the graves, so it was to be expected that it be in such disrepair, but even so, seeing this one choked out by the invading flora was…

It wasn’t right.

Overhead, the ancient branches rustled slightly, and the raucous calling of a bird broke the silence. Derek narrowed his eyes and ignored it, tried to write the disrespectful noise out of the scene.

The crow seemed to have other ideas. The bird lighted down on the wooden grave marker, red eyes fixed on Derek’s face. It flapped its wings a few times, cawing incessantly. Derek scowled, unsheathed his sword, and struck —

The blade passed through the bird with no resistance whatsoever. The creature’s body split in two, bloodlessly, as though Derek had cut through smoke — it even looked like smoke, like a cloud cut in two by a passing jet. As Derek looked on, uncomprehending and with a growing sense of dread, the bird’s body seemed to pull itself back together, a video played in reverse, and the bird’s accusatory squawks started up again as though nothing had happened.

Derek was on his feet in an instance, stepping away from the beast, and as he did, he happened to look up…

Perched on nearly every branch of the old tree were ravens. Unlike the crow, they were all silent, and aside from the occasional shifting of a foot or tilting of a head, motionless. Scores of staring animal eyes bored into him.

Derek had never been a superstitious man, but nor was he the sort of fool to ignore the truth his own eyes showed him. He’d spent six years fighting alongside a witch, and seen enough to learn that some things really couldn’t be explained away as coincidence.

Had it been anyone else, he would have responded to the sound of footsteps approaching this site with a furious attack; even Ben knew better than to disturb him here. But when he whirled to face the intruder, he froze.

She’d aged more since he’d last seen her than he would have expected. Hints of silver streaked her hair, and she leaned heavily on her gnarled black cane. A faint breeze stirred the black fabric of her dress, playing with the light shawl laying across her shoulders. The crow had fallen silent.

“Put that thing away before you take someone’s eye out,” said Ramona, nodding nonchalantly at Derek’s sword.

Derek narrowed his eyes, and did not respond aloud, instead choosing to slowly and deliberately slide the sword back into its sheathe. Only after his left hand had returned to his side did Ramona nod and continue.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now we can talk things over like reasonable adults. Mind you, I ought to do the world a favor and wipe you out right now,” and Derek took a slow, deep breath at that, as she continued, “But I’d prefer not to desecrate your brother’s grave by staining it with your blood. I respect him far too much for that. You, however, have somehow managed to exceed all of my worst expectations to a nearly unfathomable degree, as of late. I’ve held off on this confrontation out of respect for the past, but I can see now that this was a mistake.”

Derek shifted. “Everything I’ve done has been to protect our damn planet, Ramona,” he started, but was cut off.

“Really?” she said, “Well, then. I’m not about to attempt to ask you to cease killing trolls, as we both know that would be pointless, but I would very much like to know how exactly burning your own son alive plays into your grand battle strategy?”

“He…he turned on us,” Derek said, through gritted teeth, “He forced my hand, left me no choice!”

“He is a child!” Ramona snapped. “And you, of all people, should know better! If you really must follow this path of self-destruction to its end, fine, but he should never have been involved!”

“I—”

“And in any case, you had a perfectly good sword on hand, I’m sure. If young Dave really did need to die, you could have executed him with minimal pain, but no, you wanted him to hurt, to know he was dying and to fear you and suffer as he passed. How do you justify that, Derek? How does anyone, especially a child, deserve anything of the sort?”

The eyes of the ravens and that damned crow still drilled into him. He could feel the stares on his back, but kept his eyes locked on Ramona’s, refusing to back down.

He wasn’t going to take back what he’d done. There’d be no guilt, he’d done nothing wrong except overreact a bit. It was justified. That…that boy wasn’t Dave. Ramona was using the name like a blade, but she’d not win that way. He didn’t deserve the fucking name, didn’t deserve to have anything to do with Dave, he never would have let Rachel name the kid that if he’d known he was going to grow up to be such a pathetic, useless little coward.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he said.

“No, I suppose you don’t,” said Ramona, folding her hands over the top of her cane. “I’ve a fairly good idea, in any case.” She sighed. “The war is over, Derek. The time to put aside this violence and misery is long since behind us. Our children do not deserve to grow up as we did.”

“The trolls are still here,” Derek spat.

There was a long silence. Ramona sighed again.

“Fine, then,” she said, “So be it. Do as you will. Chase violence as long as you like. But if you come near my family again, I will consider it an act of war.”

She turned, and he was tempted to take the bait, to try attacking her while her back was turned, but he held still. It was infuriating, knowing what a pointed insult turning her back on him was, knowing that she knew he would not risk attacking her—but she was right. She was much too dangerous.

“Come along, little one,” she said, abruptly. The crow rose off the grave and flew to land on top of Ramona’s cane. If Derek had cared to pay any attention, he might have noticed the crow look back at him with something like regret in its eyes, but Derek was already far too lost in his own thoughts.

As one bird, the ravens took wing, dispersing in all directions, leaving him alone again.

The trouble with trying to go from Alternian to English was a multifaceted one, to be sure, but so far the most obnoxious piece of it that Karkat could see was the tendency of guides on how to speak English to simply use the closest Alternian equivalent as an English word’s translation. More and more, the two languages were notably extremely different, and while he could speak English well enough that he’d never had any serious problems, there were any number of words that he kept tripping over as a result of a translation being extremely unclear and culturally misleading.

Witches, for instance, were clearly something very different on Earth. The Alternian word that was translated to English as “witch” was, like most Alternian words, a series of noises in the ‘click and growl’ family that most humans lacked the anatomy to create, and generally refered to certain lowblood prophets and healers in Alternian folklore. They were those who lived away from society and who, through some lucky genetics and convenient psychic powers, were able to fend of drones and effectively disappear from the world at large’s knowledge. They kept to themselves, sought to harm no one who didn’t attack them first, offered shelter to the weak and the hunted, and as such were always portrayed as utterly despicable beings in fiction, as no writer with any sense of self-preservation had dared to portray such reckless treachery under the rule of the last Condesce. There might have been some changes to the lore under the new one’s rule, but things like that changed slow.

In any case, they certainly weren’t anything like the old woman in a shawl who was sitting next to Roxy in the front of her car.

She was dressed all in black, for one thing. Alternian witches didn’t tend to wear much black. Some Alternian witches didn’t tend to wear all that much clothing at all, really. Most seemed to belong to ancient religions that weren’t particularly fond of shirts.

Ramona was definitely magic as shit, though, Rachel’d been right about that much. Was that all a witch was on Earth, just someone with magic? Fuck, if that were the case, then probably like at least a third of all trolls were witches by Earth’s standards. Then again, maybe magic was another poorly translated word? English didn’t seem to have a word to separate “things that we (read: trolls) know exist, like psychic powers and psiionics and ghosts and chucklevoodoos,” and “things that are super fake and don’t actually happen ever and make no sense.”

Whatever. In any case, Ramona didn’t look at all like Karkat had expected, and when he climbed into the back of the car, she didn’t react to his presence with anything stronger than an amiable nod. She seemed to have her mind on other things, and was largely silent at first.

Roxy wasn’t; she immediately piped up happily as Karkat swung open the door with a “Hey, man! Sorry about taking so long! Can you, uh, do me a favor and check on Jaspers? He’s in the carrier behind Mom, Rose asked me to pick him up while she and Aunt Ray were gone. He’s been missing them a lot, all staring out the window and kneading his blanket and shit, and he’s not a huge fan of car rides.”

“He’s asleep,” Karkat said after glancing into the little crate.

“Awesome. Alright, buckle up and we’ll get this damn show on the road.”

“On the road again, just can’t wait to get on—”

Karkat tilted his head as the car’s radio abruptly changed from quietly playing some human pop song over to something much louder and completely different. Ramona stifled a snort as Roxy stabbed a button, switching the radio back to the previous channel.

“No, thank you,” she said, glaring. “Christ, the fuck is with this thing today, I swear to god.”

“I suppose it may simply be getting into the spirit of things,” said Ramona with a smile. As the car pulled away from the curb, she turned back a bit to face Karkat. “It’s Karkat, isn’t it? Rachel’s been sending me any number of emails with updates, and from the sound of things, you’ve been rather instrumental in bringing young Dave back into the fold, so to speak.”

“…Into the what?”

“It’s a figure of speech, meaning in this case that you’ve helped us return him home as well as helping him to adjust to being there,” she said. “For which you have all of our heartfelt thanks. Ours is perhaps not the most functional of families, but it is ours, and as I’m sure you’ve seen firsthand, ripping away a piece of it the way Derek did has had some very painful consequences for all involved. We owe you a great deal.”

“Yeah, man!” Roxy said. “And from what Rose has been telling me, you were kind of a big part of why he finally spilled what he knows. Which, he did bee-tee-dubs, which means he’s off house arrest finally, so that’s good—”

“—And a partridge in a pear tree,” the radio crackled.

“What the fuck? It’s August,” Roxy scowled. She turned the radio off altogether as Ramona glanced hurriedly out the window.

“Speaking of Dave,” Karkat said, hopefully before anyone got distracted again, “Roxy, you mentioned that there was something that you needed to say face to face?”

“Right, shoot, yeah,” said Roxy. The car turned onto the long road that led eventually to the Lalonde hive. “Okay, so, like. There’s definitely some shit you should know before we get there, but I wanna preface it all real clearly by saying that Dave’s okay, y’know? He’s got a lot of healing to do, but the doctors said that as long as he’s looked after and we change bandages and shit and he gets plenty of rest, he’s definitely not in any danger anymore. He’s…weak, but he’s not like gonna keel over at any moment, okay?”

“Not actually making me feel any better, Roxy!” said Karkat. Oh, boy, with a preface like that…

“Well, fuck, I tried, I guess. Uh. So, Dave did get hurt…pretty bad, and there were some other complications—oh, for fuck’s sake!!”

“Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me, watch me!” The radio was louder than ever. Ramona’s hand flew up, poorly hiding a grin.

Karkat leaned around Roxy’s seat to glare at her.

“What the fuck, Roxy,” said Karkat.

“I’m not doing this!” Roxy said, waving her hand wildly. “I swear to fuck, I wouldn’t! I really do need to pass on some shit about poor Dave, and the radio’s never done this before? It’s been acting up since a little before we picked you up, keeps changing on its own and shit, augh!”

She fought with the controls, but the song stopped only for a moment before getting even louder.

“Why the fuck do you humans even have this obnoxious song?! Who listens to this?? It’s literally just some squawking wiggler screeching for its lusus’s attention!”

“I mean, I kinda love it for that honestly, it’s terrible and stupid and wonderful, but like, come the fuck on??? What’s with this thing?! Now is not the time!”

“Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass—“

“GOD, that’s even worse!!” Roxy yelled, slamming her fist down on the dashboard. “Fucking stop!!”

“That’s enough for now,” Ramona said, almost murmuring it.

The radio turned off. Karkat and Roxy both turned a suspicious eye on Ramona, and with equal simultaneity, decided to drop it for now.

“Anyway,” Roxy said slowly, “What I was trying to say is, um…Karkat, do you know what it means for someone to ‘flatline?’ Because, um. Dave kinda did, for like, a minute and a half.”

Karkat shook his head, realized Roxy probably couldn’t see him with her eyes on the road, and said, “Uh, I have no idea what that word means, no.”

“Well, um…”

“It refers to a heart monitor indicating that the heart has ceased beating,” Ramona said. “The machine indicates activity with a line which shows peaks and valleys, and it goes flat when that activity has stopped, thus, ‘flatline’. The organ we call a heart serves an equivalent function to what trolls call a ‘blood pusher’ or a ‘pump biscuit.’”

Karkat felt for a moment like his own pump biscuit had stopped.

“Shit, Mom, when did you get so good at translating to trolls?” Roxy murmured.

Ramona shrugged. “I’ve made efforts to reach out,” she said. “The war ended, after all, and since we’re allies now, it doesn’t hurt to learn about each others’ cultures.”

“His fucking—What?!” Karkat screeched, unable to keep the harsh buzzing whine out of his voice. God, that was such a moirail noise, and any other time he’d have yelled at himself for not keeping it under control, but not now, not when… “His fucking blood pusher stopped and I’m supposed to be calm!?!”

“They got it moving again!” Roxy said. “He’s okay now, the doctors said it was going strong! It was, um, mostly just exhaustion, they think? Like, the burn wounds could’ve killed him on their own, sure, but they got on those quick enough that if he’d been healthy to begin with he probably wouldn’t have been so bad off? But between ten years of, you know…and just, apparently he hasn’t been eating enough even while he’s been back with us? And Ray’s gonna get on his ass about that, but, just—look, the thing is, Dirk doesn’t know about this yet, and Aunt Ray’s asked that we try to keep it that way, and I don’t really get why but I think she has her reasons?”

Karkat was definitely hyperventilating, oh fuck, oh fuck—Ramona’s hand reached back to touch his own, snapping him out of it.

“It’s fine to be worried,” she said, gentle. “I promise you, though, it is as Roxy says: he’ll be fine given time to recover and the safety with which to do so. He’ll be alive when we get there.” She sat back in her chair, turning towards the road again. “As for Dirk, I suspect Rachel is waiting for things to settle down before breaking it to him gently. He is, for better or worse, very like his father, and Derek handled his brother’s death poorly, in large part because at the time we could not afford to mourn. Rachel probably wants to make sure that Dirk does not feel he has to force himself to be strong when she tells him.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Roxy muttered. “Anyway, the main thing about that is that he’s not got a lot of energy right now, so don’t…take it personally if he just falls asleep on you sometimes? Especially with the painkillers he’s on, apparently that’s a side effect, too. He can walk short distances, but he gets wobbly quick and needs help sometimes, so there’s that too.”

“Fuck,” said Karkat, softly.

The next ten minutes of the ride were carried out in tense silence. This was broken by the radio once again bursting back on and blasting the ass song again, at which point Roxy threatened to pull over and smash the fucking thing to smithereens.

By the time they actually got to the fucking house, Karkat felt like his soul was going to vibrate right out of his fucking body with impatience. They had yet another delay in the form of Terezi’s protection detail—Terezi herself wasn’t there, but some officers were, and they insisted on knowing about any weapons the three of them had as well as names, and went in to check with the family while making them all wait outside by the car. Karkat already had his fucking bag in hand, he was ready to go, but no, they had to go through this tedious procedure! Sure, it was probably a smart move, and when he was feeling a little more sensible he’d be more okay with it as it was the sort of thing that probably would make them all feel a bit safer (especially poor fucking Dave), but right now the were a pain in the ass and he was going to fucking explode!!! If they didn’t!!! Let him get in the fucking hive!!!!!

Rose stepped out as they were still talking to the police, and for the first time in his life Karkat was unspeakably happy to see her. She quickly confirmed to the police that all three of them were in fact expected and trusted by this household, and then gently let Jaspers out of his carrier. The cat immediately yowled and threw himself into her arms, kneading at her shoulders and rubbing his face against hers, and it all would have been super cute if Karkat didn’t have his mind on other fucking things.

“Come on in,” Rose said, nodding towards the door. “Dirk’s on the couch and Dave’s in Mom’s room, as neither of them can handle stairs right now and Dave needs his bandages changed at least twice a day. Karkat, do you—”

She was talking to air. He was already in the fucking door.

And then had to face the fact that he’d never actually been to Rachel’s room. Fuck. Rachel was coming up the hall, though, and a slightly bewildered young human (wait, fuck, that was Dirk, what happened to his hair? It looked so weird hanging down like that instead of spiked up) was sitting on the couch with an Earth husktop on his lap. Roxy pushed in the door with Ramona right behind her, dropped a heavy wheeled bag right next to the door, and immediately launched herself at Dirk, who gave a startled yelp as she did so.

Rachel rested a hand on Karkat’s shoulder as she passed him, rushing up toward Ramona throwing her arms around her shoulders. The two shared a long hug, and Rachel kissed Ramona’s cheek.

“God, I’m so glad you’re here,” Karkat heard Rachel murmur, before Rose tapped his shoulder.

“I was asking if you knew where Mom’s room is,” Rose said.

“Uh.”

“It’s down the hall to the observatory, but you take a left before you get to it. Make sure to make plenty of noise on the way over, Dave gets really jumpy when he’s the only person in that room. He can’t block the door since we need to be able to come in and out, and it’s got him a bit on edge.”

Karkat nodded, unable to get any words out past the lump in his throat. He more or less just dropped his bag on the ground and pushed past, zooming around toward the room indicated. Dave looked half-asleep when Karkat pushed the door open, and waved as he sat up with some effort.

God, the photo Rose had taken didn’t do justice to how fucking bad he looked. There were bruises across his face and neck turned a weird greenish-gray but still dark against his skin, and bandages everywhere, his hair was a mess (although that might have just been from sleeping). He was in some oversized shirt with an Earth hoofbeast on the front that was probably Dirk’s judging by the size, and Karkat had no idea why Dave had it on but right now he didn’t care.

“Hey, man, uh. Shit’s been crazy, huh?” Dave said with an awkward grin. He didn’t have his shades on either, which made sense if he’d been sleeping, except they weren’t on the bedside table (which did instead contain a nearly empty glass of water, several bottles of pills and salves, and a first aid kit from which clean cloth bandages overflowed).

Two weeks of emotion boiled over all at once. Wordless, Karkat stomped across the room and grabbed Dave’s stupid fucking shirt in both hands and tugged him close.

“It was three days, Dave,” Karkat hissed.

“Wha—?”

“Three days! And you got yourself fucking kidnapped by a terrorist on day goddamn two!! What the fuck, Dave?!” His voice was threatening to abandon him, but Karkat forced it right back into place by sheer willpower. This tangent would not be fucking stopped, hell no. “I take my eyes off of you for two days, and you get yourself into shit again! What the fuck!!! Do you have any idea how-how fucking agonizing it’s been waiting for news?! And you’re just sitting there like ‘Oh, hey! What’s up?’ What’s up is my foot up your waste chute, you hopeless fucking—!” Okay, nope, his voice was leaving after all, actually. He felt tears roll down his face, and he should’ve been more worried about that, but Dave already knew about his blood color and he was the only troll in the house right now, so, fuck it, fuck it all! Helpless, he tugged Dave closer again, letting his face press against that stupid shirt, claws still twisted into the fabric as he sobbed.

“Holy shit,” Dave muttered.

“I was so fucking scared,” Karkat gasped. This was pathetic, they weren’t remotely a couple, Karkat had no right to be this worked up and he knew it, but…Dave wasn’t exactly pushing him away, either, was he?

“I’m sorry, man, I didn’t even…It wasn’t planned this time, it just sorta happened, and Dirk got hurt, and I…”

“I’m not actually angry at you, despite having so much right to be that legislacerators everywhere have preemptively declared me innocent. I’m just fucking screaming for the sake of it, dumbass.”

“Oh.”

The awkward pause that followed was filled with only the sound of Karkat’s weeping, which, fuck, he was probably too fucking embarrassed to tell him off. Except…Dave’s hand lifted up to rest gently against Karkat’s back, so, maybe he didn’t mind that much? Was that wishful thinking?

“Sorry for this,” he said, just in case, as he pulled away a bit. “It’s really fucking embarrassing, I know, I just…”

“It’s cool, man,” said Dave. Then, with a wink, he said, “I know you got your massive Strider homocrush, it’s only natural—”

“Dave, I swear to fuck, injured or not, I will pummel you into dust with a fucking pillow, don’t test me!” Karkat snapped.

Dave snorted. “Hey, man, it’s fine, everyone’s allowed to be a lil gay sometimes with their friends, it’s only natural.”

“I’ll ‘natural’ you!! Motherfucker, I spent the two weeks worrying about your wellbeing and you come at me with more of this bullshit!!”

Dave cackled with laughter. Karkat rolled his eyes and sniffled. He feigned annoyance as best he could, but, God, it was such a relief to hear Dave laugh. Rubbing a sweater sleeve furiously across his eyes, Karkat pulled back, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed. “Okay, but seriously, what’s with the shirt?” he asked, gesturing at the floating head of the hoofbeast. It wasn’t even a joke or a drawing. It was just…a straight photo of a hoofbeast’s face, with no text or explanation of any sort. What the fuck??

Dave glanced down, and snickered. “Oh, shit. Uh, yeah, we needed something that’s easy to get me in and out of, since the bandages on this fuckin’ burn need to be changed like, a lot, not to mention the gross-ass cream they have us slathering all over it on the regular. We tried a button down, but the buttons were kinda chafing, and like…who the fuck wants to ruin a fancy shirt with gross burn juices, right? And Dirk’s shit is more comfortable, and this one’s big enough that it’s real easy to take off even if I’m high on the damn painkillers.”

Karkat winced slightly, but decided not to comment. The scream from the video echoed somewhere in his think pan. “Where’re your shades?”

“Bro fuckin’ stepped on them or something, man, I dunno. They fell off at some point, and they were already cracked before all that, and Terezi just found pieces. Which fucking sucks, I mean God dammit, those were a gift from John. Shit sucks.”

“John?” Karkat tipped his head.

“Yeah, he’s like, an old friend of mine. Have I not mentioned him to you? Whatever, he, uh.” Dave scratched at the side of his head. “He was an online friend from before Bro started doing the, uh, raid shit, and I kept talking to him and another friend, Jade, for a while afterwards even though I wasn’t supposed to?”

“Jade’s name I remember,” Karkat said.

“Haha, yeah, yeah cuz I told you about…anyway.” He cleared his throat. “I guess since Dirk’s college is starting up again soon, not that he’s going for the first couple weeks with his leg and a fucking concussion, but, it’s starting up, and John’s sister goes there too, and he’s gonna come with so we’ll be able to hang out for a bit? Which is fuckin’ rad, I haven’t even talked to the guy in three years and we’re finally meeting in person.”

“You want him to be here? While you’re this badly injured?” Karkat yelped.

Dave blinked at him like he’d just grown a secondary head.

“I mean, yeah?” Dave said. “Like, yeah, I’m not in great shape and I guess it’ll be a lil weird for him to see me like this, but I’ve missed him.” Before Karkat could press the question further, though, Dave yawned. “Ugh, fuck, I wanna keep talking, but I’m…halfway to falling asleep, shit.”

“Oh,” said Karkat. He got up, ready to leave. He wanted to stay, wanted to curl himself around Dave’s obnoxiously lanky frame as best he could and protect this fragile idiot human from the entire universe, but…it wasn’t his place, was it? No.

“You leaving?” said Dave, rubbing at his unbruised eye.

“You said you wanna sleep,” Karkat said.

“Right. Uh. Could you, like…fill this back up for me, then, I guess?” Dave said.

“…Sure,” said Karkat.

He was…still confused, but Dave was tired, so he didn’t press. But he couldn’t wrap his head around wanting a friend around while he was so injured—well, he’d wanted Karkat around, hadn’t he? He’d seemed happy to see him, aside from the, uh, yelling. Still, it didn’t make sense! Every troll knew as a small child that the only people you could trust when you were injured were your lusus, your moirail, and maybe your matesprit! Anyone else might take advantage of the weakness and kill you, that was just basic logic! But Dave didn’t even seem to be thinking about it.

And…and yet, come to think of it, Roxy’d been awfully forthright about how bad Dave’s condition was. Hell, she’d heard it from Rose, who seemed like the one most likely to know not to spread that weakness, but the humans were all sharing it and passing it around. It wasn’t just that they didn’t seem to care who knew that Dave and Dirk were injured, it was like they wanted people to know.

And as he filled up the glass of water in the kitchen, he watched as Roxy and Dirk talked on the couch, as Dirk told her that he’d passed on the news of their condition to Jane already, that Rose had told her and Dave’s friends, and it just kept going. Everyone had to be up to date on the fact that both brothers were injured and vulnerable, and yet…

“I hope the flight wasn’t too long,” Rachel was saying to Ramona.

“Nothing would be too long right now,” she said in turn, blowing gently on a cup of tea that Rachel had just poured her. “Times like these, we all need to do our part. I know I might not be able to do much, mind you. My leg’s been acting up something fierce, as of late, but I’ll do whatever I can.”

Something clicked. All at once, the curtains pulled back and Karkat saw the whole picture—saw maybe not what it always was, and certainly not what the Lalondes achieved on any sort of regular basis, but what it was supposed to be, how it was meant to work.

On Alternia, everyone lived in constant competition. Trolls had to be strong as close to all the time as they possibly could, or at the very least find a moirail who could, because otherwise their society wouldn’t particularly care much if they died. That just meant they didn’t deserve to be a part of the gene pool or to contribute to society. If they were injured badly and left vulnerable, it was seen as normal for others to take advantage of that weakness and exert power or outright kill a rival. It was how they survived so long, or so the cultural narrative had so long stated: by this competition, the strongest survive. Nevermind that this survival was built on the corpses of uncountable trolls who didn’t make the cut, it Worked.

As a result, trolls had been bewildered just as Karkat had by how humans as a species managed to be so frail and yet so reckless and to still survive, especially when they didn’t exactly have the kind of numbers that trolls did. Humans lacked the numbers to be expendable, lacked the strength and toughness that kept Trolls alive, and yet they looked Death in the eye and pointed and laughed, and pushed themselves to extremes for no purpose other than to have some warped idea of fun. It was a question that had lingered around his consciousness for ages; how the fuck do humans even work as a species? How had such a seemingly doomed race not died off yet?

The answer that hit him now, as he watched Roxy help Dirk stand up and balance himself on a pair of crutches, was that humans didn’t have to be strong all the time, and that was the magic of their little social units, their families—they took care of each other. No one person had to be good at everything, or so good at one thing that it could keep them safe in any situation. It didn’t matter that their skin was thin or that they weren’t particularly strong or fast, they always, always had others around who would pick up the slack, others who would come even across oceans to offer what aid they could in times of strife; they weaved together all their strengths and weaknesses into a fabric able to withstand just about anything. Fuck, no wonder they’d wanted Dave back so badly. The Lalondes may have been less a tapestry and more a patchwork quilt, but it was still their quilt, and Dave was a part of it….

He felt a near-agonizing pang of envy that he didn’t have a quilt of his own. Humans might have been stupid about a lot of things, but this…this they’d gotten right.

“Fucking water? Is that really the best you could think of? Fucking dumbass,” Dave muttered to himself. God. This was stupid. This was all really fucking stupid. He couldn’t even deal with being alone while he was asleep, for Chrissakes! Too scared of nightmares of a big mean dog, like some fuckin’ little kid.

Yeah, he was tired, but he really, really didn’t wanna be alone right now, was the thing. Not with that fucking troll-drug-induced nightmare lingering around the edges, waiting to chase him down again at its first chance. But. Like. Karkat was kind of right? Bros don’t watch each other sleep, that’s fuckin’ creepy. Like. Okay, so maybe they’d done a bit of that way back when Karkat had been kidnapped, but they didn’t have a choice back then, and anyways they mostly slept at the same time during that experience, which was super different from just asking his best alien friend to fuckin’ hold his hand so the bad dreams wouldn’t get him. Fuck.

So he’d asked Karkat to refill his glass, even though he wasn’t thirsty right now, because it was an excuse to make Karkat come back, at least for a few more minutes, and they could talk for a bit, and maybe Dave’d stop being tired, wouldn’t that be rad.

Karkat came back in looking really thoughtful. He handed the glass over, and Dave took a sip to try and look like he hadn’t been 100% bullshitting there, and mumbled a thanks as he set it down. Then, just as a thought, he jerked his head toward the rest of the bed—it was a big king-sized one, probably left over from before the divorce and Mom had just never downsized or whatever, so there was a lot of space to Dave’s right—and told Karkat he could sit down if he wanted, Dave wasn’t gonna, like, pass out right this minute or anything, haha.

Karkat stayed quiet, which was fuckin’ weird, but he did sit down. He stared at the sheets for a minute, and then spoke up suddenly, saying, “I think I get it.”

“Get what?” said Dave.

“Why they wanted you back so bad,” said Karkat. “I mean, way back when you were first arrested. I kind of fought with Dirk over it at one point, because my only experience with the word Dirk used for why you should be with him was fucking Strider. And also I think I get why this shit all works, for humans in general. I mean, I’m probably just saying obvious shit, but it’s not how trolls work, we don’t take care of each other, not like this.”

Dave tipped his head.

“I mean with the whole fucking family thing,” Karkat said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve been trying to get it this whole time, but this shit’s used to justify so much bullshit with you humans, and I think I get it now, and why it’s so fucking important to you as a species.”

Dave snorted. “Dude, it’s not that big a thing—”

“It is, though! It just seems normal to humans because it’s how you always work, but, Dave, I’m serious, back on Alternia it’s every troll for themself. Maybe you have one person who has your back if you’ve got a moirail, maybe some are lucky like me and have friends who are actually consistently on your side and won’t take the first chance they get to kill you or fuck you up some other way, but we definitely don’t have a whole cluster of others we can just fall back on any time we’re met with something we can’t handle alone.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Dave started, but Karkat just kept going. Apparently he’d had some sort of fuckin’ epiphany in the past two minutes.

“It took me so fucking long to get this, but I get it now! You know what I don’t get, though, is why the fuck you ever tried to convince me that Strider is part of your fucking family.”

Something in Dave dropped like a stone.

He’d…had a similar thought, really. Repeatedly. Multiple times, over the past week or so. He’d been kind of trying to avoid it, because every time it popped up, he got really stressed out.

“And don’t give me any of the bullshit about being ‘related’ or what the fuck ever, I don’t wanna hear it,” Karkat kept right on going. “I still don’t get why you humans care so much about that. The whole point of this family thing is that you all take care of each other, not that you’re related or whatever! Your aunt’s here, did you know that? She flew across an entire fucking ocean just to make sure she could help out you and Dirk! What the fuck did Strider ever do for you?”

It was a good question. And the answer, of course, was: aside from trying to kill him, do you mean? Hahaha.

Karkat was still talking, but Dave wasn’t really hearing him. Fuck, this had been a mistake, he should’ve taken his chances with the fucking nightmare dog. That was better than this old song and dance with his own thoughts.

The facts were pretty simple. He’d operated under pretty clear logic when he went up against Bro: We’re family, so he loves me, so therefore if I ask him to let me leave and explain that I really can’t deal with this, he’ll let me go. Except, Bro had tried to kill him, which meant that…

That was as far as Dave ever got. He couldn’t think any farther than that.

He felt like…like the next thought should be obvious, but he couldn’t make himself think it. It was too big—not so much a square peg in a round hole as it was trying to cram a grain silo into a pinhole, and the thought threatened to overwhelm and destroy him, so instead of thinking it, his brain kept rejecting it, the effect being like a broken record skip-skip-skipping, over and over, repeating the last thought he could get to before the Big One, because he couldn’t not think the Big One, either…

It was so fucking stupid, it was just a thought, why couldn’t he…

“Hah, yeah, now that you mention it, I guess I was always kinda wrong about this shit, wasn’t I?” Dave said, unable to stop the sardonic laughter bubbling up in his throat. “I mean, fuck, no wonder it took you so long to get, I probably gave you the wrong idea. My dumb ass was convinced he’d never try to kill me, cuz we’re family, and, well, here we fuckin’ are!”

Skip, skip, skip—

Karkat was still talking in stuttered phrases in the gaps of Dave’s own flood of words, looking almost scared, but Dave didn’t comprehned any of them, and anyway, the ranting had started, there was no stopping this shit now. “Like, what the fuck was I even thinking, right? I really thought that was gonna work, that somehow he’d just let me go if I asked, like a fucking idiot! Haha, what a fuckin’ dipshit, right?! And here I was thinking he—” Frantic laughter bubbled up, overtaking the words, not that more would’ve come, that next thought was just too big. Was he crying? Fuck, Karkat didn’t need to see any of this shit, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t think

Skip, skip, skip, skip, skipskipskipskipskipskip—

It wasn’t Karkat’s fault. It really wasn’t. He might’ve set it off, but the storm had been building up for days, now, and it broke hard, sweeping Dave up in a torrent of just wordless mental screaming. He couldn’t think the next thought. He couldn’t. But the thing was damming him up, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore, and he was stuck in the middle and left to just completely melt down and dissipate into the flood.

A sound like a cicada crossed with the creakiest horror movie door ever to creak ripped through the tides, and suddenly Dave found himself tugged into a full body hug, wrapped up in four limbs with his face pressed into a thick sweater. The touch dragged him out of the flood and onto dry land, brought him back into now before he even knew what was happening. Karkat’s whole chest was vibrating with some intense cricket-cat hybrid purr, and this should’ve been so embarrassing but he was so tired and so lost and it was fucking comforting, so who the fuck cared. Who cared anymore. It was all bullshit. He could be embarrassed later.

Too soon, Karkat seemed to have the same thought, and tried to pull away. “Shit, sorry, I shouldn’t—fuck, I’m so sorry, this is really presumptive and I know you aren’t even into boys,” he babbled.

Dave groaned, wrapping his arms around Karkat’s chest and pulling him close. “Dude, if you try to make this about alien romance right now, I swear to fuck,” he gasped out between harsh sobs. Christ, he was going harder than Karkat did like twenty minutes earlier, what the fuck.

Karkat paused. Good. It meant his warm arms were still there. “Dave, I…I mean, this is troll romance, this is textbook moiraillegience, and I shouldn’t just be throwing myself at you because you had a moment of weakness, no matter how bad I, uh.”

Dave sniffled, wracked his brain for a moment…Karkat had explained this stuff about a million times, which one was…”That’s like…the bros quadrant, right?”

“The what.”

“The one that’s, like, platonic and shit.”

“…Yeah?” The cricket-purr started up again, cautiously.

“We fuckin’ kinda do most of that shit already, don’t we?” Like. Yeah. He wasn’t gay. That was still a thing. But Karkat was warm and solid and real and Dave was fucking exhausted and didn’t want to be alone, especially not when he felt right now like he was wrapped in safety. “Please, Karkat,” he added, because why not beg. He was already at maximum pathetic, there was no digging this hole lower, fuck it. “I really don’t wanna be alone right now, just, please don’t go.”

Karkat was quiet for a long moment, but finally, the cricket-purr went back to full volume and Karkat’s arms tightened around him.

“Okay,” Karkat said quietly. Dave let out a breath he’d barely known he’d been holding and went back to crying.

“We’re going to have to talk about this later,” Karkat murmured, which put him at about normal volume for anyone else.

“Later, then,” said Dave, and let himself finally fall the fuck asleep.

#dave strider #karkat vantas #davekat #roxy lalonde #longpost//#u BET UR BUTT THIS OENS GOIN IN THE DAVEKAT TAG #ITS ABOUT TIME #fanfic #fanfiction #calmvsstormfic #calmvsstormchapter #katt does a writing #jkdfsgfjhsfjshf not the best start to a relationship but like its something #lord this got long.#why tf did i think 32 and 33 would ever fit into one chapter.

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Episode 9 - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - Keegan

So I talked to Coco, and both of us agreed now is not the time to flip. It was a pretty obvious choice, my last confessional was just me over thinking things but what else is new? I don’t feel bad about sticking with my og tribe (which is a strategy I usually hate) because we haven’t really had a crucible? or a split? Like it’s not like I know I’m on the bottom from previous votes, there were none. So there’s no reason for me or anyone to flip.... i hope.

We voted Darcy out, and now the hard part begins, trying to get Mac to believe I might still work with him. Ideally what I want is a “let’s protect each other until it is time to flip” scenario, but thats a hard sell, and is also very risky

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Darcy was blindsided and voted off. Which is quite upsetting. Darcy was a great person and a close ally of mine. On the plus side Livingston was very much left out of the majority vote which means that he’s fully on our side now. I hate saying that. “Our side” “Their side”. I don’t feel like I entirely fall into a specific side at the moment. Heather and I have had great conversation and a bond of mutual trust. Even though we didn’t vote together we’re watching each other’s backs. And that’s 95% the reason I didn’t panic play my hidden immunity idol. Mac told me he also has an extra vote so that’s incredibly useful to us. Part of me is hoping Heather wins immunity again and sends me off to Oak Island. I’d like the opportunity to pick a third advantage in this game. On an interesting note Kyle is saying that Austin doesn’t feel comfortable and wants to make a move. I’m not sure I trust that so early on in the merge and so soon after immediately voting someone out. It could be a trap. And I’m back to being annoyed at Kyle. He told Livingston and Darcy to message Heather the moment she said things were quiet to Kyle. If she didn’t suspect the three of them of being a tight group she certainly did after that. I’m seriously questioning the gameplay of some of these people. It’s bizarre.

So this morning Kyle whips out a whiteboard and starts planning shit. Calm down there. Anyways, he made a colour coded chart about “cross tribal relations”. Kyle and Livingston are connected with Coco, Dan is connected with Austin and Eric, and I’m connected with Heather. Mac has no connections apparently. So his brilliant plan is for us to win immunity and send Glo to Oak Island. So far so good, I’m down with that even though I flopped massively in the challenge and won’t be winning at all. And then he hits me with “Are you good to vote Heather?” So instead of voting of Stephen or Evan who we don’t have a relationship with, you want to vote off the one person I do have a relationship with? All this partly hinges on Austin flipping and voting off Heather because apparently Austin told Kyle he wants to make a big move. I don’t buy it but believe what you want to believe. The other big part of this plan is relying on Dan to butter up Austin and make him flip. But really why would Dan even work with us in the first place? The Kevin’s Revenge group was formed entirely to get rid of Dan and the others already out. Why is Dan suddenly with us again? If I was Dan I’d be running for the hills of Musquadibeeboo or whatever that tribe was called. All of this has shown me that it’s really Kyle who has to be voted off. He’s playing really hardcore and he has Livingston in his back pocket. That’s not a relationship I want to power through this game. So my next step is to have a nice conversation with Heather about all of this. Let her know she’s being targeted and figure out how to stop this. Also Mac mentioned he also has an extra vote and wants us to both use it to help us out this tribal but... I don’t want to use mine yet. I don’t think I need to use mine yet. We’ll have to see what happens with immunity but Coco promised me that if he wins, he’ll send me to Oak Island which would actually be great. I’d get to sit out of this messy ass vote and keep both of my advantages intact.

So tribal last night went pretty as planned for what seemed like it was going to be messy. That morning it seemed like I was going to be the one to get votes, but I guess that I was able to take the target off my back by talking to everyone on the other side and telling Livingston I was aware of the plan for me to receive votes. Evan ended up getting their 5 votes, while the 7 of us that are in an alliance voted Darcy out. I would say that while I didn't call the shot this vote, that I can call it a good move on my part because the actions I took resulted in me not being the target. Now it's time for me to do the challenge and hope I win, because I could use a round of safety. 4

So... drama happened. Heather called the Chatty Trio, and said apparently Austin through her name out? But Austin had already said that the other alliance was trying to vote her out? Idk that convo didnt go anywhere cause we were interrupted by Krackd Kyle leaping gracefully into the cool waters of wtf territory and giving his immunity to heather. What??? That is not smart! The only two ways that would work in his favour is if he is trying seperate himself from his alliance and form a bond with heather (bit late). OR he already has immunity from an advantage and is trying to cause drama. Thats more likely, and it does worry me, cause if Austin is trying to flip on us, he might aim for me now that heathers immune. Now i’m not as threatening as heather, I like to think I’ve played a solid sorta utr game so far in that i haven’t been overly social or strategic, but who knows. Right now I think Livingston or Keegan is the best vote, but I am looking for future flipping opportunities and Keegan has been social with me. God, this is a tough game.

So I didn't win immunity which is annoying, but I wake up and there's a bunch of messy shit that I don't understand, like why Kyle gave immunity to Heather and why theres a rumor about Mac. Honestly I'm tired of these people because they are only extra for the sake of being extra. I don't know about the other players but I'm not voting for someone because they are the loudest player. I'm gonna figure this out and hope I'm not targeted again because I don't know where I'm at with people atm

Today is the day when we finally blindside Austin. I've been waiting so long for this moment but now I know the time is right. I feel like so far I've been cruising by, but now is the time to put something on my resume, get control of this game, and take a threat out. Now, I just need to convince 6 other people to do the same thing.

Coco is completely on board with the Austin plan, and so is Kyle, Keegan, and Mac. Now it all comes down to Heather. I discussed the plan to her before and she wasn't completely down with it, but after I told her I had an idol she was considering it more. However, the craziness of today's vote took a huge toll on her mental health to the point where she's considering throwing it away! C'mon Heather!

Kyle taking charge of the Austin blindside is something I'll have to deal with. It was 100% my idea since day one, but I have to keep the truth lowkey, because if I don't, I could be next on the chopping block.

Darcy went home. I’m hurt. I want revenge. I’ll get revenge. FOR NOW, Austin’s going home because me n him are snakes and I’m the Snakiest snake so he gotta go. Me and Glo have a “mutual therapist” bond where I’m the Psychologist and we give each other some intel. I think I can outsmart Glo, I absolutely love Glo with all my heart but I can’t let her get to the end. She’d win easily. I told Keegan about my extra vote then less than 24 hrs later and then Coco said apparently I had a double vote. I obviously lied about having it and make myself seem like I don’t have anything. Oops.

Fuckkkkkk I feel I'm def the one going home.heather is telling me evan and coco have flipped on me which would be really shitty bc I thought I was close with them . I know for a fact heather is against me so that sucks . I dont know what else I could really do but I'm gonna fight til I'm gone . Atomic survivor gods be with me

I had a video confession about this round but it wont load and it would be a whole lot to type khjkh

I think this is my first confessional this episode and all I have to really say is: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Heather comes to me late before tribal starts by asking me, "What if Kyle is just using me you and Coco so that the 5 of them could send home whoever they want in a 5-4-3 vote (assuming Mac plays his double vote advantage)" I thought about it, and it made sense; why would Kyle want to blindside Austin so much? Why would Kyle take orders from someone other than himself? So my backup idea that I proposed to Heather is that she switches her vote to Livingston, so that there's three possible outcomes; a 5-5-2 revote Livingston goes home; a 5-4-2 vote and Livingston goes home (basically Heather is voting for Livingston to counter Mac's advantage), or everyone just sticks to the Austin plan.

Kyle is desperately trying to get Dan to vote for Austin late, but I really don't want that. I need Dan to vote for Livingston, despite myself voting for Austin. This is because we need Dan in case the 4 OG members from the other tribe minus Dan plus Livingston decide to pick off whoever they want in a 6-4-2 vote. We can't have that; we need it to be 5-5-2. I am desperately trying to sway Dan last minute to make sure I don't get blindsided.

So..... ugh. I’m voting out austin. I hate to do cause i love the guy and trust him with my game, but coco and evan, the silent shady ones, have flipped for no others reason than a slight change in the wind. Seriously, dumb. This is really annoying cause I wanted to get livingston and kyle out before i flipped. But now I have to work with an alliance that only 1 quarter of have spoken to me about the vote. Not good. Hopefully i can have some sort of honest reputation (me! honest! aint this a turn out for the books) and convince them next round that im a better ally than shady evan. However this just means theyre gonna keep voting us out, so maybe we just piece together our broken alliance next round.

It's always the people scared about flipping that flip. 9-2. I was the only one voting to keep Austin when it should have been 6-5. Not one person told me to vote Austin or that Austin was the vote. Not even very last second without explanation. I didn't know my loyalty meant jackshit but here we are. All I gotta say is nice eric is gone, and everyone's about to see a new face. Prepare yourselves.

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kookie-vith-suga · 7 years

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You don’t own me part 6

Excerpt:

“Naive little Y/N. Maybe one day you will realise that we live in a cruel world. The good wouldn’t be good anymore if there would be nothing bad to compare it to. I didn’t choose this life. But after living it for a while I realised that there are things worse than being on the bad side.“ “Worse than letting people die for you?”, you felt like choking.

Word count: 1784 // I know it’s short 😵 I’m sorry! Next one will be longer again ;)

Warnings: death, violence, angst! I finally did it 😋 And a little slight tiny smut 😉

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It took you a while before you returned. It felt like everyone’s eyes were on you for some reason. You quickly checked your dress. Maybe something had shifted. But no. It was fine. You tried to hide your insecurities and held your head high. Your eyes locked with the man who seemingly was the host of the party. His look spoke volumnes. Lust.

Such a low instinct.

He licked his lips hungrily. You arrived your previous spot and wanted to sit down again but apparently Baekhyun had other plans. He stood up next to you and sneaked an arm around your waist. He pulled you with him towards the man. His face screamed anger.

“Thanks for the invitation Minseok. But we have to go now”, Baekhyun annouced.

“So early?”, he asked with a faked surprised voice, “Come on. Please stay more. You haven’t had any dessert yet.”

“I’m sorry I have some other event to attempt”, Baekhyun declined politely. He can hide his anger pretty well for such a feisty person.

“Oh I see. Then don’t bother staying. But your little companion”, his eyes scanned you, “She could stay and don’t worry. I would take good care of her.”

The words had left his lips only a second ago Baekhyun’s grip tighten so much you winced a little. There it goes…his masquerade.

“You little piece of shit! Be careful with what you are saying and to whom or you could lose that snarky tongue of yours”, Baekhyun voice was low and threatening.

The man called Minseok raised his arms defensively: “Okay relax. I’m only joking. You know me.”

“You better”, Baekhyun shot him a last glare before moving towards the door we had entered.

“You don’t seem to like him a lot”, you remarked after you had taken place in the backseat of the car.

He was starring at his phone screen. Reading something and ignoring you. You crossed your arms indignantly and slided a little away from him. After some time you eyelids felt heavy and you couldn’t stop them from closing.

“Hey sleepyhead. Wake up”, someone nudged you gently to the side. Your eyes opened slowly again. You head was resting against his shoulder. You shot up to a sitting position.

“Sorry”, a blush had taken over your face.

“I better escort you upstairs. I don’t want you to fall asleep in the elevator”, he laughed.

You wanted to protest but he took your hand in his and you entered the hotel. You stared at your hands and then back to him. Your face felt even hotter then before if that could be possible. You whined internally at your weakness.

As you reached the elevator he did the same procedure as always. The elevator doors closed and it moved upwards. He turned around and approached you. You stumbled back till you felt the cold metal wall behind you. He grinned at your actions. He placed one hand just a little over your belly button. It pressed you more against the wall while he other hand lifted your chin.

“Why so embarrassed?”, his hot breath met your exposed skin.

“Yo-o-ou are a little too close”, you stuttered halfheartly.

“Am I?”, he raised an eyebrow. His knee sneaked between your legs and spread them apart. Your bodies were almost connected at every possible point. You smelled the same combination of white whine and peppermint that you had tasted before.

Tempting actually. And you didn’t even knew why.

“The kiss”, he paused, “I really enjoyed it. I felt like where it came from there is more to come.” His grin was evil. He bended down and the elevator doors opened with the significant ding.

A horrifying scream escaped your mouth. Your eyed had widen to an unimaginable extent.

“What the fuck”, he cursed and rubbed his ear, “You could just push me away, you know.”

“N-n-n-o-o-o. L-o-o-k-k!” you could barely form those words. Multiple shivers had ran through your body.

He turned around and finally he saw what caused your horrors. A man was lying on the steps. On his back. His throat sliced open. His clothes soaked in blood. And even more blood around him.

You left the elevator and stepped closer. Never you had seen something so nasty. So shocking.

“Someone broke in.” Baekhyun pulled out a gun from his jackett. “Y/N go back to the elevator and close the door!”, he ordered.

But for you it felt like he was talking to you from a very far distant. He began looking around in the suite while you kneeled down next to the man. You gasped. You knew this man. He was the one who guided you around in this hotel. The bodyguard. He had also always brought you the food. You hadn’t really talked to him but this is nothing anyone deserves. Not even your worst enemy you would wish this. The man’s eyes were opened widely. He must have been scared in his last minutes. Tears began to drip down from your face onto his body.

“They left already”, Baekhyun walked down the stairs. He stopped next to you and the body. “Poor Yifan. He just married two months ago”, Baekhyun voice was monoton. No emotions at all. You looked up to him. How can someone react like this?

“We gotta get you out of here Y/N”, he reached for your arm to pull you up but you yanked it away.

“I’m not going anywhere and just leave him dying here. We have to call an ambulance!”, you yelled.

“Y/N!”, he grew impatient at your disobedience, “You are not save here. If they found this place they will find you anywhere else too. I guess you’ll have to stay at my place”, he bended down next to you, “Besides this he is already dead. There is nothing you could change about that.”

You glared at him with teary eyes before arising and stomping towards the elevator.

“Good girl. ”

The drive took a little while. It was too dark outside to really detect the direction but you noticed that you were leaving the city behind you driving into countryside. You fell silent during the whole car ride. You looked out of the window but in reality you weren’t looking anywhere. Your thoughts cycling around the dead body you just had seen. You had never seen a dead person before. For him this must be something you could say “common” already.

The car stopped in the middle of nowhere. Behind some great oak trees a big house appeared. The gate opened a little later so the car could drive up towards a big mansion. You exited the car not bothering to wait for someone to open your door and help you out. You felt his eyes following you as you stepped towards the entrance. He said something to the driver before approaching you. The car left again which let the both of you alone.

“Welcome to my realm”, he made a inviting gesture for you to enter first. Silently you walked past him.

“You know you should feel honored to be here. Only a few people are allowed to come in here”, his voice sounded daring.

“I’m tired. Where can I sleep?”, you ignored him.

“You haven’t said a word the whole time! Not even a sassy respond? Should I get worried?”, he chuckled bitterly.

“I’m sorry that I’m not so joyful after what I had just seen!”, you spat with so much anger in your voice. You turned your back to him. Tears were burning in your eyes again. You wanted to get away from him but he grabbed your arm.

“Things like this happen. We can’t do anything about it”, he lectured.

You turned around. A hateful look in your eyes.

“How can you be like this?! Were you born heartless or did this godforsaken business destroyed every fiber of humanity in your body?! He was a human being! With a wife! A family! And you just let him die. He won’t even get a proper burial, am I right? Will they ever get notified that he died?! Why should they?! He was just a minor inferior! And you don’t care! Why should you bother?! You are Byun Fucking Baekhyun!”

The words left your mouth before you could even think about what you were saying! How dangerous this could be. His face showed surprise and his mouth opened to reply but you didn’t allowed it.

“Yeah I know who you are! I know what you are doing! I know that all this is just some kind of play for you! Your acting like you want to protect me but in reality you would probably sell me to the best bidder if a good chance comes by!” You drummed your fist against his chest to release some anger. He grabbed your wrists to stop you. Your eyes locked.

“I would never do that Y/N”, he sounded so hurted it made your heart ache. His hand caressed over your cheek. “You gotta trust me.”

“How could I?”, the tears streamed down your face.

It was silent for a little. His hand still against your skin. The thumb slowly stroking over your jawline. This soothing motion wasn’t soothing at all. You body felt stiff at his touch.

“You are right. Maybe you cannot trust me. But your little friend. Jongdae. Do you also know what he does for his living?! Do you also know how many illegal weapons he already sold to my man?! Bad man as you would say! Do you also know that slicing people’s throat is a specialty of him?! You could say his trademark”, dislike echoed through all of his words as he raised an eyebrow.

You withdrew yourself forcefully. “Stop lying! Don’t pull him into your sick game!”

“Naive little Y/N. Maybe one day you will realise that we live in a cruel world. The good wouldn’t be good anymore if there would be nothing bad to compare it too. I didn’t choose this life. But after living it for a while I realised that there are things worse than being on the bad side.“

“Worse than letting people die for you?”, you felt like choking on your tears.

“What do you think was Jongdae searching for? Or should I better say who was he looking for in there?”, he questioned back.

Your breath hitched. “It’s my fault”, you whispered to yourself.

Do you all hate Baekhyun now? Why is he like this? I’m sorry I know I’m not funny 😁 Hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for more!

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