split/kid! Kim AU as promised 😘
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I haven't thought about this fic in so long I forgot it even existed, but I added it to the list just for you <3
In this fic, through ~magical handwaving~, Kim's younger self is split from his adult self. It was meant to only cut out his memories/trauma (bc Kim will turn to magic before therapy), but oops! Turns out all those memories became a whole person! So now there's a ~13 year old knife-wielding Kim running around the compound, and adult KimChay have no idea. The significance of that age is that's how old Kim was the first time he killed someone, and he sees that as the thing that ruined him as a person. So if he can get rid of the part of himself that decided to be a murderer, maybe he can become a better man for Chay. Spoiler, that's not how it works.
The whole idea behind the fic is Kim learning to forgive himself for the things he had to do to survive. It's a lot harder to blame yourself for life going wrong when you have to look that frightened child in the eyes and tell him everything is his fault. Kid Kim is also a darling, and the brother feels make me weep.
Chay’s phone is ringing on the nightstand. He reaches blindly for it, preoccupied with Kim’s mouth on his own.
“Ignore it,” Kim murmurs, giving Chay’s bottom lip a chastising little bite. He’s half on top of Chay, both of them naked, hands wandering, and well on their way to a second round. Kim is making a very compelling argument, but…
“It’s hia,” Chay says, and finally grasps his phone, hitting “accept” on the second to last ring. Kim huffs at him and starts pressing warm kisses along his jaw instead. “Hello?”
“Chay,” Porsche greets jovially. “Question for you. Why is your boyfriend a child?”
“... He isn’t?” Chay looks down at Kim, now mouthing at his collarbone, just to make sure. And yep, still the same twenty-three year old he’s been for the last four months.
“I’m literally staring at him, and he is.”
“I’m literally naked with him, and he isn’t. I think I would have noticed.” Porsche snorts on the other end of the line. Kim looks up at him curiously, his tongue tracing wet circles around a nipple. Chay tugs his hair to make him stop but it only encourages him to bite. “Want to tell me why you think Kim is a child, hia?”
“I’m a what?” Kim asks, his voice low and rough and dripping with judgment. “Has your brother lost his mind?”
“See for yourself.” Seconds later Chay gets a text alert. He pulls up the messages, and nearly drops his phone when he sees the picture that loads.
There, sitting beside Kinn, wearing obviously borrowed clothes and the stormiest scowl Chay has ever seen, is Kim. Unmistakably, irrefutably Kim. Chay, left gaping and unable to speak, turns his phone around to show his lover.
“... Hm.”
“What the fuck?” Chay whispers. Then, “Porsche, I’ve got to go. We’re on our way.”
He ends the call.
“You’re not surprised. Why are you not surprised?”
“I’m surprised.”
“Really? Because you sounded like I just told you the road flooded in monsoon season.” Chay pushes himself up to his elbows, dislodging Kim. “What gives? What did you do?”
“Why do you think I did something?”
“Because there’s two of you!”
“... I didn’t do anything that would have done that.”
“But you did do something.” Silence. Kim refuses to meet his eyes. “Kim.”
“It wasn’t anything bad! I just… Look, don’t be mad, okay?”
Chay takes a deep breath, and then another. They’ve been together for two years now. They’ve seen each other through a lot. Chay can confidently say they’ve reached a place where Chay would forgive him for anything, because he trusts Kim not to do anything unforgivable.
“Tell me what happened, then we can figure out what’s going on,” Chay says.
“I might have… gotten rid of… my memories. Of my childhood.”
“... What?”
Kim squirms. He pulls the blankets up higher, suddenly vulnerable in his nudity. At least he doesn’t try to run away.
“You’re always telling me to go to therapy. I thought I could go straight to the source, cut it out, then,” he takes a shuddering breath, “then I would be okay.”
“Kim, you can’t—that’s not how it works.” Kim shrinks in on himself. Chay doesn’t let him hide, drawing Kim into his arms when he tries, clutching him close. “That’s—that’s half your life! And it’s just, what, gone?”
“I thought it would be. Guess not. I promise I didn’t know this would happen.”
“And you were just going to hide this from me?” Kim shrugs. Chay’s heart clenches wondering how long Kim could have gotten away with it. He never talks about his childhood as it is, like he’s already locked that part of himself away. “When do your memories start, then?”
“When I was thirteen, I think.”
“Why that age?”
“That was the first time I killed a man.” Kim squeezes his arms around Chay’s middle, hiding away in his shoulders. Quietly, he adds, “That’s what broke me.”
The day he lost his innocence, Chay thinks. He stopped being a child when he took his first life.
Except he doesn’t believe that for a second. Trauma isn’t what makes someone an adult; Chay would know. Kim was still so young, and he must have been terrified. Alone.
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Dreamtale Drabble, ~700 Words
Part 2 | Part 3
[CW: poision, drugged food. The twins are children, exact age left vague. bittersweet.]
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Nightmare looks up when he hears the sound of Dream's running feet, swishing in a rush through the tall grass. He sets his book down, careful to mark his spot with the pressed lavender he had made personally. Dream calls out his name and lands in an unceremonious slide up next to him.
"Nighty! Nighty, look! I got candy this time!" Dream shouts his excitement, holding out his bounty. Nightmare peaks into the small bundle, and sees a variety of small treats and candies. "I helped Ann-Dee with a few chorse today- you remember her, right? The tall lady with red fur? Well! Well, she said the purple one was specifically for you- she made them herself! And said that I could share them with you because I did a good job helping her with her chorse, and-"
"Chores."
"And- what?"
"That's not how you say it," Nightmare explains patiently. "You're supposed to say 'chores.' It doesn't rhyme with horse."
Dream looks confused for an extra second, but then he blinks, and recognition blooms over his expression. "Ohhh! Okay. So I helped Ann-Dee with the chores!"
Dream giggles. "How do YOU know that, Nighty? Ann-Dee never said anything!"
Nightmare shrugs, and takes the small bundle out of Dream's offering hands. He picks through it and collects all of the purple ones before handing the bundle back to him.
Dream pouts.
"Aw, wait, I wanna try one of yours. You can try one of mine, we can trade!"
Nightmare isn't against it. Honestly, he would rather share with Dream when it came to sweets. Something about his share just smelled... wrong.
"Wait," Nightmare says, assertive tone making Dream sulk further. He picks up his treat, a biscuit of sone kind, and takes a tentative sniff. It's mostly cinnamon and spice.
But the sweet seemed to be coated in vitriol, and the smell was most definitely hemlock.
Nightmare isn't suprised, but he is disappointed that he wouldn't be eating any homemade snacks today.
"It's poisoned," Nightmare says on a sigh, discarding the treats entirely. "Again."
Dream's sulk shifts into horrible dismay, and he looks aghast at the deceptively wholesome bundle. "But! But... I thought Ann-Dee was nice... Why would she do that?"
Nightmare looks at Dream with pity. "You know why. I'm sure she was very nice to you, brother, but the villagers don't like me."
"That's just because they don't know you."
"Maybe so," Nightmare sighs, trying to avoid the usual argument. He leans back against their tree, as if exhauseted from the sunny day. Out of curiosity, Nightmare reaches over and plucks a yellow sweet out of the rest and gives it that same sniff.
He jolts back up and grabs the entire sack back.
"Dream. Have you eaten any of these?"
Dream is shocked by Nightmare's sudden urgency, but he shakes his head all the same. "No, I wanted to wait until I could share them with you."
Nightmare breaks open the treat and holds the piece up for Dream to smell. "I don't know how they made it with positivity, but that's also drugged. I think they wanted to kill me and put you to sleep."
Dream takes the treat with a distraught whine. "Wh-what?? Why... That's horrible! How do you know these things?"
Nightmare looks away for a moment, and Dream thinks of all the food he had ever been given as thanks, that he always insisted on sharing with his brother.
Dream's cheeks twitch as he tries not to cry.
"I- I didn't know..," Dream says with a hiccup. "I would have never...!"
Nightmare's face scrunches up because he hates it when Dream cries. He leans over to crush his twin in a strong hug, shushing him as he does.
"I know, Dream," Nightmare says. "I know. It's not your fault."
"I could have killed you!"
Nightmare just holds him tighter. He wonders, though, if he would thank Dream for sharing his joy with him anyway.
Or if he would resent him for returning to that damn village despite the constant warnings Nightmare gave him.
One day, he was going to make an innocent mistake that would end up costing them both.
Nightmare can do little more than hold Dream and try not to think about it.
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While Mario suffers from insomnia, Luigi isn't doing much better with nightmares :(
Luigi has always been fearful since he was little; any scary thing choosing to invade his dreams...
After this adventure, Luigi is plagued with nightmares; hanging above a pit of lava, threatening to fall in. Bowser with his terrifying claws and fire breath ready to end his life. His own brother almost having his life ended...Luigi whimpers in his sleep, sometimes crying out, but never fully waking, as he's often too trapped in the dream.
Mario holds his hand, sometimes throwing his whole arm around Luigi and pulling him close...Luigi will snuggle in closer, before relaxing and sinking back into peaceful slumber.
Mario's way of confronting his own nightmares is to just not sleep. But how he wishes he could take his brother's away for good...
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