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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years ago

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Keith has a cute cat. Keith and Lance are best friends, and studying for an exam (they go to the same college).

The cat plays matchmaker, and finally, the boys confess to each other.

(Don’t even ask me how I got this idea, I just thought about a random scenario with things I like in a fanfic lmao)

Matchmaker Cat!!

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“Hey Red,” Lance leaned down, his fingers softly petting the top of the cat's head.

“I swear you only come over to see him.” Keith placed his bag down, jumping slightly to get into his bed. They seriously made dorm beds too high.

“What?! No, you’re crazy,” Lance continued to pet the cat, who purred softly.

“Yeah, whatever.” Keith watched the taller boy pet his cat, ignoring the soft smile that formed on his face. He had known Lance since freshman year, and somehow after three years of dealing with his up-and-down attitude. Three years of Keith complaining about 8 am classes, three years of dealing with Keith.

Lance still wanted to be friends with him. Still wanted to be around him.

Keith developed a small crush on Lance their sophomore year, a crush he thought would go away after a bit. But it never did, and Keith spent most of their hangouts wondering what his lips would feel like pressed against his or if his hair was really that soft.

He tried to tell Lance after a bit but he was dating this girl named Nyma for a couple of months. Once they ended things Keith simply lost the courage. He knew Lance was into guys but he never made a move on Keith, so maybe he wasn’t into Keith.

“Are you even listening to me?!” Lance stood in front of Keith, waving his hand in front of his face.

“Sorry, what?”

Lance groaned, rolling his eyes in the process. “You’re impossible.”

“Sorry.”

Lance jumped onto the bed, flopping down as much as he could next to Keith. “I don’t want to studyyyyyy.”

“That’s the whole reason you came over.”

“No, I came over to see Red.”

Keith scoffed, “knew it.”

“And to see you! Gosh, you didn’t let me finish.”

“Uh-huh.” Keith closed his eyes, not studying did sound tempting right now. He did have to wake up early for his 8 am, he could go for a nap.

“Come on mullet, don’t fall asleep on me.” Lance poked his cheek.

“I’m not,” Keith slurred how words slightly, he was defiantly falling asleep.

“Keithhhhhhhhhh,” Lance whined.

“Shhhhhhh.”

“Well, I’m not going to lay he-”

Keith cracked one eye open, Red was sitting on Lance’s chest, already making himself at home. “Haha, you’re stuck. It’s the law.” He let his eyes all close again.

Lance chuckled softly, “okay, I guess I’ll lay here a bit longer.”

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“I took a nap next to him Hunkkkkk. Right next to him!!!!!” Lance groaned into his pillow, kicking his feet slightly.

“So you didn’t do any studying?” Hunk asked as he flipped through his textbook.

“Hunk! That’s not the takeaway from this!” Lance sat upright, throwing a pillow at his friend who easily swatted it away.

“You’re acting like you haven’t slept by him before.”

“I know but like...I still get flustered whenever it happens.” Lance crossed his arms, pouting slightly.

“Just tell him how you feel Lance. He likes you back.”

“No, he doesn’t!”

Hunk rolled his eyes, closing his textbook. “Buddy, you’re my best friend. And as your best friend, I am telling you that he likes you.”

Lance flopped down on his bed, “in my dreams.”

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Keith opened his door, gesturing for his brother and boyfriend to enter. Red lifted his head slightly as the two other men entered the room, meowing a bit when he saw Adam.

“Oh, how’s my favorite cat in the whole world?!” Adam carefully picked up the cat, petting him softly as Red nuzzled into his face.

“I swear everyone cares about my cat more than me.”

Shiro smiled at his brother, “Red is more friendly.”

“Hey!”

Shiro laughed, “I’m just kidding, relax.”

Keith helped Shiro unbag the takeout containers, grabbing his own food before making himself comfortable on his bed.

“Did you get any studying done today?”

Keith shrugged, “some. Ended up taking a nap.”

“With Lance?” Adam wiggled his eyebrows at the raven-haired boy.

“Shut up.”

Both of the older men laughed, “we keep telling you to room together. Then you’ll end up together.”

“Yeah yeah,” Keith waved them off, “but just because it worked for you two doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.”

Keith knew he didn’t have any chance with Lance.

Shiro and Adam left a bit later and Keith lay in the dark, Red laying on his chest. He was purring softly as Keith petted him absentmindedly. “What am I going to do Red?”

“Mrrppp?”

Keith sighed, “I just like him too much.”

Red purred louder.

“Yeah. You get it.” He scratched under Red’s chin.

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Lance glared at the empty seat by him, tapping his foot rapidly as the test was being handed out.

“No Keith?” His professor, Coran as he liked to be called, gave him a confused look. Lance and Keith were two peas in a pod, basically having the same schedule. Lance somehow always convinced him to take morning classes with him.

Lance shook his head, glancing at his phone one more time before he turned it off. Something wasn’t right.

He marched straight to Keith’s dorm as soon as he finished his test. Trying to swallow the anxiety that crept up his throat. Keith never missed class, even if he was tired or sick he never missed class.

And he would never miss class without telling Lance.

He knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited. He raised his hand to knock again, the door opening swiftly to reveal a very stressed and panic-looking Keith.

“Lance!”

“Keith? What-why weren’t you in class?”

“Red...he’s acting weird. I need to take him to the vet. Right now!”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” raised his hands, “what do you mean?”

“Just...come here,” Keith grabbed his hand and yanked him into his room.

Red was sitting on Keith's bed, seeming...off. It was hard to explain, but something was off about him. "Hey buddy," Lance kneeled down in front of Red, petting him softly.

Red released a soft meow, not really lifting his head like he usually did.

"Was he like this last night?"

Keith shook his head, chewing on his nails. "I just woke up and he was like this. I asked Shiro if I could borrow his car. But I can't until later and he needs to go right now."

Lance stood from where he was kneeling. "Let's take my car. Get his cage."

Within three minutes Red was in his cage and they were on their way to Lance's car. Keith held the cage in his lap and Lance drove, going a bit over the speed limit.

Red was slipped in as an emergency visit and after a brief examination, the vet decided he needed to stay overnight for blood work.

"We will call you in the morning with the results but so far all the exams indicate that is perfectly healthy."

Keith nodded at the vet, rubbing his hands over his upper thighs. Lance reached for his hand, gently squeezing it; trying to give his friend some comfort.

"He's going to be okay Keith. I know he will be."

Keith nodded his head, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery. Lance still held his hand as he drove back, circling his thumb softly on the back of his hand.

He parked his car, silently cheering at the close parking spot he managed to snag. “Can I help you at all?” Keith hadn't said anything the entire drive home, just stared out the window with a blank expression.

Lance felt his heart break slightly, Red was Keith’s emotional support animal. They hadn't been apart from each other since he got him before he even went to college. Apparently, when he was adopted by Shiro’s parents he found a stray kitten and he borderline demanded they let him keep him.

Shiro said that his parents only agreed because it was the first thing Keith said to them.

“Stay with me?”

Lance nodded, “yeah...yeah, I can do that.”

Lance did exactly that, making a small bed for himself on the floor as Keith showered. He had ordered takeout for them earlier and tried to distract him with funny YouTube video's but Keith still had a faraway look in his eyes.

“Are you sleeping on the floor?” Keith finally spoke, his voice cracking a bit.

“Yeah...figured sharing a bed wouldn’t be too comfortable for long amounts of time.” Lance released an awkward laugh. It totally wasn’t because he had a crush on Keith or anything.

Keith nodded and crawled into his bed, turning off the light; letting the room fall into silence. It was still a bit early for Lance to feel tired but if darkness and silence is what Keith needed, that’s what he would give him.

Lance wasn’t sure how much time passed before Keith rolled over some. “Lance?”

“Hm yeah?”

“I um... never mind.”

Lance sat up slightly, trying to find Keith's silhouette in the dark. “No what was it?”

Keith didn’t say anything for a couple of moments before his voice broke through the quiet. “Can I hold your hand?” His voice was timid in a sense, he clearly wasn’t in his comfort zone.

“Sure,” Lance lifted his hand, fumbling a bit in the dark before he finally felt Keith’s hand. He squeezed it slightly, “you feeling okay?”

“Yeah...I just miss him.”

Lance frowned, “I know. But he’ll be okay.”

“Yeah...” more silence. “Can I ask one more thing?”

“Yeah.” Lance stared into the darkness, his thumb drawing random shapes into Keith’s hand.

“Can you come lay with me? I haven’t slept alone in...well since I got Red.”

“Yeah.” Lance sat up, quickly standing and feeling around Keith’s bed. “Are we spooning or do you want to lay on top of me?”

“Can I lay on you?”

Lance smiled, more to himself that at the other boy. Keith had only laid on him several times, but it was Lance’s favorite way to sleep.

After some fumbling and adjusting in the dark, Lance was laying on his back while Keith lay on his chest. Lance absent mildly ran his fingers through Keith's hair, hoping he was bringing the other boy some comfort.

“I like you, Lance.”

Lance chuckled slightly, “I like you too, Keith.”

Keith shook his head, “I like you...like in a romantic way.”

“Wh-what?” Lance felt his body freeze, multiple emotions trying to take over his reaction.

Keith sighed, sitting up slightly, “sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Just forget it.”

“What? No Keith,” Lance sat up some, reaching for the other boy in the dark. His hands finally touched his arm and he felt around for his head. His hands gently cupped his face. “What do you mean?”

Keith try to turn his head but Lance held it. He could have pulled his head away if he really tried but he found himself melting into the touch. Lance had never touched him this way. This softly.

“I just like you. Like in a crush way. I have for a while.”

Lance moved his thumbs over Keith’s cheeks, “how long?”

Keith sighed, “Sophomore year.”

Lance felt a smile tug on his lips, “you’re kidding me right?”

He felt Keith shake his head.

“Jesus Keith,” he leaned his head forward so their foreheads were pressed against each other.

“What?”

“I’ve liked you since freshman year.”

“What?!”

Lance laughed, pulling his head back slightly. “I’m serious.”

“You were dating Nyma. I didn’t think you liked me.”

“I only dated her because I didn’t even know you liked guys till after we became official.”

Keith laughed softly. “Why are we like this?”

“I don’t know...can I um...”

“Kiss me?”

“Yeah.”

Keith leaned in first.

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“Well Mister Kogane, we ran all the tests and everything came back in the normal range. Plus, Red here has perked up a lot since yesterday. Eating, drinking, and using the litter box. He’s all good to go home.”

Keith nodded, and all the stress he was holding quickly left his body. “Okay.”

After paying the bill, which thankfully wasn’t too bad since he had pet insurance, Red sat on Keith’s lap as Lance drove. His cage in the backseat.

“You gave me quite the scare boy.” Keith planted a small kiss on Red’s head who meowed in response.

“What did the vet say? It was almost like he was pretending to be sick?” Lance asked as he stared at the road in front of him.

“Yeah, apparently after I left he started acting better.”

“Huh...I wonder why he would pretend to be sick.”

Keith looked down at his cat, “I don’t know.”

“Mrrppp?”

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Yes, he was pretending to be sick. He needed Keith to be vulnerable to Lance

I hope I did this idea justice!

Thank you for reading <33333

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scuddle-bubble101 · 3 years ago

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The taller skeleton glaires at their smaller but much wider sibling, hard gaze turning soft only at the poor shaken child. "Would ya give him here, fatass? Ya scared 'im." While the tone was harsh amd aimed,, it was soft so as to avoid anymore fright for the littleone.

Course asking was just for politeness cus- well he took the little toddler before an answer could even be given! "Ah- Ey! I ain't scary."

"Sure, ya walrus teeth aint scary ta kids. Looks like ya got gold platted chopsticks stuck in ya skull. If anything it's akin to a toddler trying ta look funny. Well ya succeeded. "

"Geeze, poor kid looks like his shakin' bad too"

"You WERE holdin' him like a potato sack"

"Yeah, yeah I get it, dunno how ta hold a kid... Is he ok tho?"

"...He's shaking, but I think he's calming down, just a little fussy huh sweetheart? ohh poor thing, shhhhhhh~"

#tattered #tatty!#poor poor scruff #wolf #wolfie-wolf to the rescue!!#need a gentle touch scruff a gentle touch- we dealing with little baby HERE.#the mainverse #the shitpostverse #scwuffy

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kaori-flowers · 4 years ago

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Heylow! This is the sad thingy I wrote about Tommy and Techno. My fingers hurt now but hopefully you enjoy it? :)

♡

Tommy collapsed on his knees and a line of spit with blood infused with it slid down his chin. He put his hands in the snow and it quickly turned red, flowing down away from his hands. His bloody spit dripped off his chin and onto the snow. Tommy could barely see through his blurred eyes, with tears running down his cheeks and distorting his sight. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth partially, letting the blood drip out of his mouth. His hands began to grow numb, as did his knees. He let himself fall on his side in the snow, and kept his eyes closed. He felt like he couldn't take another step, and he wouldn't. He refused. Tommy just laid on his side in the snow, blood running off him and discoloring all the snow around him. The cold and the wetness of the snow was very slowly soaking into his clothes, turning them damp. It was irritating to Tommy but he felt too much pain to want to even TRY and get up. He pulled his hands to his chest, and relaxed a little as he accepted that he might die here. It wouldn't be too bad, there were many notes he left for Phil, Techno, and Wilbur. There was even one for Ranboo. Tommy felt like it wouldn't be too bad to leave them like this. Especially since they already had prewritten notes. He figured that they would be okay, but.... they unfortunately wouldn't.

Meanwhile, as Tommy was bleeding out, Technoblade was cleaning up the house. He was getting it ready and making more room for Phil. Especially since Phil would be coming home soon and Techno was excited for him to rejoin the house. As Technoblade was sweeping the dirt out his front door he accidentally bumped the bookshelf by the door. It rattled for a few seconds and he dropped the broom to grab it, in attempts to prevent any possibility of a fall. It settled down as 4 large envelopes fell off the top of it, and hit Techno before hitting the floor. He looked down at them, letting go of the shelf, and then crouched to grab them. One had his name, the other had Phil's name, another had Wilbur's name, and the last one had Ranboo's name. The hand writing was clearly Tommy's, and it set alarms off in Techno's head. He never actually SEEN Tommy write a letter. EVER. So he set the 3 that didn't belong to him on the table before gently opening his. Technoblade gently unfolded the paper and it was clear that Tommy actually tried to write neatly. Which was a little odd since Tommy just scribbled things down and didn't care about what he wrote.

"If you're reading this then I'm probably dead....?"

The opening line threw him off rather quickly, and it only took him a few seconds to realize he didn't know where Tommy was. Technoblade stuffed the note in his pocket before grabbing his cloak and throwing it around his shoulders. He grabbed a shovel and left the house quickly, shutting the door behind him. Snow was falling heavily and Technoblade was unsure if he would actually be able fo find him through the thick snow. He held onto hope as he pushed forward. The wind was bone chilling, and he couldn't begin to imagine how cold Tommy was right now. In the distance he could see a very odd shape moving through the snow towards him. As he got closer he figured out ot was someone carrying something. Technoblade powered through the snow, jogging the best he could to reach the figure quickly.

"I-i dont know what happened! I just found him like this! Help him please?!"

Ranboo was a little emotional, especially since he knew everything Tommy had been through. Ranboo grew watching how Tommy was treated, and what others did to him. So it hurt him physically when he found Tommy laying in the snow with blood dripping off him. Technoblade quickly took Tommy from Ranboo, holding him gently as he could. Tommy was clearly unconscious and for a second Techno thought he was dead.

"Don't you have potions you can give to him so he heals?! Help him! Why are you just standing there?!?!"

Ranboo had grown to not exactly be afraid of Technoblade, even though he was extremely over powered. Techno could kill Ranboo in 2 seconds if he really wanted to, but how Tommy reacted to Ranboo he wouldn't. It was clear Ranboo was a great friend to Tommy, and Techno wouldn't kill him. Unless he had no other choice of course.

"Okay. Okay it'll be okay. I can fix this."

Technoblade was talking more to himself than Tommy or Ranboo, but he wasn't sure he actually believed himself. It was said for more of a comfort thing as Techno carried Tommy back towards home. Tommy remained motionless in Techno's arms, and the blood loss made him look extremely pale. Technoblade was afraid that he wouldn't make it, especially with how pale he was. Ranboo followed Technoblade quickly and even opened the front door for him. Technoblade entered carefully and gently laid Tommy on his own bed. He couldn't be bothered to carry Tommy down to his own room. Ranboo shut the front door and threw some coal in the fireplace to warm the house quickly.

"W-what do you want me to do?"

"Stay out of my way."

"Techno! I-i can help!"

Techno growled at him, looking up slightly since he was taller. Ranboo grabbed Techno's tusks and pushed his head away quickly with force. Ranboo didn't like being cornered even if he was being cornered by the person that could kill him in the blink of an eye.

"I can help. I promise I won't hurt him."

Ranboo's voice was loud and it held no lies, and Technoblade realxed slightly. He let Ranboo in, nodding at the chest hanging on the wall. Ranboo quickly walked over to it and opened it, searching for anything useful in it. Technoblade gently pulled Tommy's armor off and then his shirt and pants. He looked him over gently trying to find the wounds that the blood had come from. Ranboo reached Techno's side and handed him a cold wet rag. Technoblade gently took it from him and began wiping the blood off Tommy's body. Tommy shivered slightly, and Techno gently wrapped them up with bandages. After Tommy's wounds were wrapped up Technoblade covered him with the blanket, and gently put his wrist on Tommy's forehead. Tommy felt pretty warm, but then again the fireplace in the house was raging. Ranboo disappeared for a few minutes but returned soon enough with a regeneration potion. Unfortunately Tommy was unconscious though and Techno didn't want to force him to drink. As a precaution! Tommy could choke and possibly drown if Techno just poured the potion in his mouth. So instead Techno set it on the bed side table and kneeled next to the bed. He kept his hand on Tommy's wrist, gently, just in case he woke up any time soon.

"Go get Phil."

"Okay!"

Ranboo left the house quickly, making sure to shut the door behind him. Technoblade looked down at Tommy and sighed, looking him over slowly. Techno closed his eyes and gently grabbed Tommy's hand with both of his. He stayed kneeling next to the bed as he gently held Tommy's hand. He kept his eyes closed and mentally counted as he listened to Tommy's breathing. Techno wanted to make sure he had no problems breathing and it was normal. For now, it was. Thankfully.

Ranboo shoveled the snow out of the doorway and Phil opened the door quickly. Technoblade was kneeling next to his bed where Tommy laid, partially conscious. Techno was fast asleep, holding Tommy's hand. With Tommy's free hand he rose it to his lips to shush them, not wanting to bother his older brother. Techno hadn't been getting much sleep lately, and despite Tommy in serious pain he wanted Techno to sleep. Ranboo shut the door quietly and Phil kneeled down next to Techno. Tommy smiled the best he could at Phil but it was evident that he was in serious pain. Phil got up and walked over to Ranboo, whispering in an attempt to not wake Techno.

"You collect sweet berries and I will collect snow."

Phil handed Ranboo a bucket and then picked up a bucket for himself before leaving through the front door. Techno's ears twitched at the sound of the door closing and he sat up slowly. Tommy wanted to act like he was still unconscious but he was in too much pain to do so. Techno sat up quicker and looked Tommy over to see his bandages were stained red. Techno shifted and let go of Tommy's hand, checking around for any water.

"It's okay. How did you sleep?"

Tommy's voice was hoarse and quiet, but Techno had extremely good hearing. Techno grabbed the glass of water and gently tried getting Tommy to sit up. Unfortunately Tommy was in too much pain and hissed, making Techno stop and jump back. Tommy laid back down and grabbed the glass of water, nearly pouring it out on himself as he tried to drink it. It was very clear that Tommy wasn't gonna make it and Techno's chest tightened as he realized that.

"Techno."

"Yes Tommy?"

"Just one hug before i-"

"Don't."

Technoblade didn't want to hear his little brother openly accept his fate. He lightly sat on the floor and gently pulled Tommy into his lap, making sure to hug him softly. Tommy winced in pain but leaned against him, happy to finally have a hug from his older brother. They usually just argued, wrestled, and fought with each other about everything. They never actually hugged before, but it was Tommy's dying wish. He wanted a hug before he actually disappeared. Tommy closed his eyes and Techno wrapped his cloak around the both of them. Techno's chest felt tight and his throat felt like it had a lump the size of a golf ball in it.

"Tommy..."

"I'll still be around, like Wilbur. But only here with you."

"Tommy I promise I will get revenge! I will slaughter everyo-"

"Shhhhhhh."

Tommy could hear the pain slightly escaping out through Techno's voice and it hurt him. He didn't want to hear his older brother hurt with his last dying minutes. He just wanted to cherrish the moment between them, and wanted a happy moment before he actually died. Technoblade gently put his hand on Tommy's back and let out a slow sigh. Tommy had already planned staying with Techno, even after his life was over. Technoblade remembered the letter and gently pulled it out of his pocket. He uncrumpled it and folded it gently so he could actually read it.

Ranboo had filled his bucket with sweet berries and Phil had his full of snow. They both walked back to the house as quick as the snow would let them. Ranboo opened the door for Phil but dropped the bucket of berries and froze. Phil expected the worse, dropping the snow bucket and entering the house quickly. Technoblade was on the floor with Tommy in his arms as Techno's cloak was draped over both of them. There was a ball of paper by Techno's knee and tears were sliding down his face effortlessly. Techno had a tight grip on the cloak and he sat there silently with his jaw clenched hard. You would almost think he's trying to crack a walnut with how hard his jaw was clenched.

"Techno.... is he-"

"Tommy?"

Phil stumbled slightly before his legs locked in place. Ranboo's whole body was ridged as he stared at Tommy's lifeless body. It was like a nightmare come true and none of them wanted to believe he was really gone. Although Techno was already set in his ways and his mind was focused on one thing. Revenge. Techno was on a dead set goal to slaughter every single person that ever hurt Tommy and especially whoever did this to him. He wasn't gonna rest until everyone paid their price.

"Techn-"

"No mercy."

Phil knew with those two words there would be no changing his mind. Although Phil didn't really care, because he had just close another son. He felt the same at Techno, but he wasn't as violently motivated as him. Phil wouldn't be the one to attack first but he would infact help Techno. Especially now. Phil and Techno looked at Ranboo slowly, making him feel the stare of hatred and pressure. Ranboo pulled his sword out of it's sheath and choked down the hard lump in his throat.

"For Tommy."

So it was settled. Everyone would go down in flames, and pools of blood without a shed of mercy cor their souls. All for Tommy.

#mcytumblr #mcyt fandom #mcyt #dream mcyt #dream smp #mcyt fanfiction #dream team #tommyinit #techoblade #tommy dream smp #tommyinnit #tomminnit #tommy mcyt #philza minecraft #philza #ranboo #kaori writes

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the-midnight-slasher-official · 4 years ago

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Oh hey!!!! You’re amazing!!! Im so sorry I only just now found you!!!!

- If it’s not too much trouble, Could I get a request for the sinclair boys?

Namely, Lester meets someone full on CHASING bo around, and stops them and pretty much, they’re the abandoned creation of a Devil! So they have the ability to change fates and such,(cue vincent signing “make bo trip on the stairs”). But basically, they’re this giant powerful being and see lester and go,”i love him.” So they’re a giant protecter for him against his brothers! (I cant get over the image of Bo hitting someone over the top of the head, and the “person” just rises up taller than him and just starts chasing him back😂)

If not thats totally fine!! You can ignore!! Thank you for reading this! - Cricket :)

OMFG YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! ITS FINALLY MY TIME TO SHINE!!

(im gonna give them some extra powers. shhhhhhh)

WARNINGS: DEMON. POSSESSIVE READER. VIOLENCE.

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lester pulled up to the house and turned off his truck when he heard someone screaming. it wasnt just anyone, it was bo. lester immediately opened the door to his truck and ran into the house ready to fight whoever was making his brother scream like a little bitch, but stopped in his track when he seen a person floating in mid air lookin like they were gonna end the human race in just the snap of their fingers. he looked awed and scared at the same time.

“KILL IT” bo screamed. vincent signed to bo

“its not just a spider we can stomp on or spray bo” he signed quickly.

the person was flying around the table and bo was running the opposite direction around the table.

“the hell is going on here?!” lester shouted.

the person looked at him and immediately fell in love.

“im y/n” you said holding out a hand while still floating. Lester hesitantly shook your hand.

5 MONTHS LATER

you live with the sinclair boys. you sleep with lester and are dating. bo always avoids you. he always acts tough but he’s actually scared that you could disintegrate him with one look.

you were currently on the couch with lester and vincent watching tv when you all heard and seen bo tiredly coming down the stairs still wearing his pajama pants and rubbing his eyes. you decided to get into his head and make him hallucinate the stairs moving in waves. and bo spent the next 5 minutes screaming and jumping up and down the stairs.

“BITCH” he screamed when he came down from the stairs. you looked at him and he quickly apologized and ran for his life.

later that night you prepared dinner and bo decided to get back at you and smack the back of your head and ran like a little bitch when he seen you rise and float in mid air ready to snatch souls. when bo was running his original fate was to successfully run away, but you could change his fate so you moved the wall closer to him and he tripped and fell onto the floor. he dying deeply on the inside.

originally you were supposed to be dead when you arrived at ambrose, but you changed your fate. you rose out of the chair in the basement and loomed over bo making him scream like a 6 year old girl. he spent months in church.

but now you seem happy protecting lester from bo. anytime bo says something snotty to lester you move any object near you and throw it at him using your mind. he could stand there and talk a ton of shit and not even see a trash can being hurled at him from behind, until it hits him and he face plants into the concrete.

#vincent sinclair #houseofwax #house of wax #what is my life #bo sinclair

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bastardsunlight · 3 years ago

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Question for the mun: who are your favorite FCs for some of your muses? Can be canon or OCs

//I'm wiggling with delight

so, given that I'd chosen Sanada for Scorpion before the film was like, announced officially, I'm tickled that worked out. He just feels right, idk.

I actually built Merlin around using Dan Avidan as a faceclaim. He just has a really fun, goofy look and I wanted Merlin to be as unassuming as possible. He's this old wizard who's like a gazillion years old and is kind of the definition of true neutral, as far as alignment goes.

Lucy Liu as Shang Liu Kang just tickles me all over. I think I was talking to @sxvethelastdance when I came up with that one. She has that refined look which suits a daughter of the big bad sorcerer. Her resemblance to Raiden comes out in other ways.

Keanu Reeves as Serenity is just fucking great 'cause I woke up one day and said to meself "I want a Unicorn OC who looks like Keanu Reeves" and then I made it happen--he's also my live-action Batman FC, but secretly ShhhHhhh

Song Jiyang as Bi-Han was a stroke of genius in my humble opinion... Or just a fuckin' stroke. I'm just in love with that gorgeous face, plus I wanted to give Bi-Han a different backstory than the usual... or y'know, give him a solid one AT ALL. He never really gets much and we never ACTUALLY see his face (aside from the 2021 film where he is, ofc, portrayed by the talented Joe Taslim).

Sonny Moore has such an interesting face and I've had my OC, Toby, for literal years. Tiny, ancient Syrian vampire from The Line of Cain(tm), but he's also friggin' goofy-lookin' as hell??? Win.

I can't forget Allister, ofc. Rob Swire just has one of those faces I love to look at, but also is kind of odd-looking??? His eyes are gorgeous, which doesn't hurt and Allister's mannerisms/speech patterns very much mimic his FC's.

Shifting between Jeff Meek and Christopher Lambert for Rayden is fucking hysterical. 'Nuff said. Meek is taller, so I do lean more toward that one, plus he straight up has more screen time, being from a series, rather than a film.

Today is love on my OCs day 'cause my absolute favorite, most adaptable, rarely-used-because-I-suck OC is pretty much Russian old man Henderson. Nasty's FC is actually a French house artist, name o' Vincent Belorgey, but maybe BETTER known as Kavinsky.

Frank Iero for Floyd Morales (in all verses save Call of Duty, wherein he's Michael Raymond-James) is another one I've had for years and I just frickin' adore him.

I think I'll cap it off with Ahura Mazda (Ormazd), my God AI OC for a world that was really only ever half-built by a former friend o' mine. I kept her 'cause I liked her so much. Eva Green has such a Look(tm)... I cannot describe it but... y'all know

#so here are some OCs #hahha #asonedoes #response

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sohcean · 4 years ago

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i was tagged by @kyunsies!! thank you mädch!! i love u <3

whoever wants to do this can this is ur tag !!!! u can tag me in it if u want !!!

rules: answer these questions

1. Flowers or chocolates?

flowers!! i like chocolate, but sometimes it makes my tummy hurt ><

2. Between day and night I prefer:

uhhhhhhh i work better at night, so i think night?

3. My favorite drink:

tea! and apple juice!

4. Between sunrise and sunset, I prefer:

sunset! my mom says i’m her sunset daughter ^^

5. Between dogs and cats, I prefer:

puppies!! i have a big big big dog and he’s my favorite thing ever. i like cats (and i want a black one TT) but i’m like. severely allergic...

6. The vegetable I hate the most:

BRUSSEL SPROUTS SUCK

7. My favorite sound:

the hum of people talking.... i like piano and harp and violin and guitar... windchimes, and the way that leaves sound in the wind. and the rush of river water. it makes me happy

8. The first thing I notice about people:

their eyes.

9. Would you prefer horror or fantasy?

fantasy i hate hate hate hate hate horror

10. I’d want to be stuck in a lift with:

my family, probably? just someone i won’t freak out near

11. What city or town you’d like to live in?

either like, a very very very isolated place in the mountains, or tokyo...

12. What I value most in life:

love, family, home, and life itself. like... the stubbornness of life, and the strength of vitality, and nature, and that feeling you get when you realize that you’re alive. you know? i can’t explain it better than that...

creativity, connection, and empathy, too. yeah <3

13. If I could learn any skill, it’d be:

i wanna relearn how to dance. i haven’t done it in a bit.

14. Between the beach and the mountains, I prefer:

the mountains. always.

15. I’d love to get married in:

uhhhh a forest? or a greenhouse? i used to think about this more than i do now... i don’t really know, all i know is that when i get married, i want a lantern release <3

16. My hidden talent:

...i can sing?

17. If I could bring anyone back to life, I’d bring back:

i have an answer, but i don’t want to say it

18. Why?

i miss her, but i don’t like talking about death.

19. Rainy or sunny day?

sunny with a breeze. the rain weighs on me when it goes on for too long.

20. Who’s the real model of your life?

my mama. she keeps me going

21. How I relax after a hard day:

playing around with my friends, and going outside and soaking up sunshine, and watching my favorite cartoons, and writing, if i can. sometimes i can’t.

22. I like the way I look:

sometimes.

23. My most favorite facial features of myself is:

i like... my eyes, i think?

24. My most favorite part of my body is:

my hands????

25. If I could change anything about my body:

don’t wanna say lololol

26. If yes, what’s it:

shhhhhhh

27. If I could change something from my past:

honestly, i’m not sure if i could change anything that would really matter. we can only go forward.

28. How many piercing I have:

one! in each ear! but i want more....

29. I like makeup?

kinda. i don’t like taking it off all that much so i just don’t wear it

30. I wear make up everyday:

absolutely not i have shaky hands

31. My skin type is:

great question

32. My skin tone:

i am brown

33. My hair color:

it’s like. ash brown? it’s a cool color, not a warm color like literally everything else on me, which i always thought was kinda weird. also, fun fact: i was born blonde, so like i have stray blonde hairs everywhere

34. My height:

THIS IS A COMPLICATED TOPIC because i thought i was taller than i was but. i will say 5′5″

35. My age:

seventeen

36. My birthday:

[redacted]

37. My best friend:

i have four ! the one i talk to the most is someone i met like seven years ago in a market kjsgsjg but... i don’t really say best friend that often because i have an inner circle of people who i rely on and talk to and all of our relationships are different!

38. I have a pet or more:

got a big ol dog. i wanted to name him appa from atla TT

39. If I don’t, I’d like to adopt:

I WANT A BLACK CAT SO BAD DUDE

40. Video games or social media:

video games make me a lot happier

41. I’ve visited outside my country:

i went to canada once

42. I have an innocent/dirty mind:

literally everything flies over my head

43. Someone proposed to me or asked me out?

ugh. sure

44. If yes, then I liked it and accepted or the opposite:

i don’t like talking about this.

45. Do you follow some celebrities’ fashion:

nah i just do what i want

46. What do you think about your fashion sense:

comfy. i wear a lot of dark things, but i also wear a lot of light airy things. depends on my mood

47. You found someone copying your fashion:

idk?

48. Can you do your makeup properly:

define properly

49. You go or used to go with makeup to school:

nah

50. What color suits you best?

natural colors, like green and lavender, and warm ones like brown sugar and cream

51. Finally, how is quarantine going?

i am alive, and for that i am grateful.

#tag game #thank uuuuu i luv u #whoever wants to do this can i never actually tag anyone i don't think #qtiful

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ducktales-wco-oo · 5 years ago

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[SteelBush] "Memories of Sorrow" - ✩ { @aflockoffeathers } ✩

✩ { Meme } ✩

{ ☆ } He can’t help but feel... bad. About what happened to Steel- Chanticleer’s chickens, about fading away before he could console the distraught child, about going into that memory in the first place— maybe it would have been better for Steelbeak to discover the chickens alone, not having to endure the loss of his dear friends AND a brand new one within mere minutes of each other —and for not being able to offer much aside from soft kisses against the top of Steel’s head and vine-arms wrapping tightly around him in return.

Some time passes like this, Reggie wracking his brain for something that might lift his boyfriend’s mood. Might help take Steel away from the horrible memory he’d accidentally caused the rooster to relive, spirit him from the terrible thunderstorm that relentlessly rages on... and then it hits him. Lightbulb practically appearing above his head, he nervously smiles down at Steel and tentatively asks, “Hey... Uh, Steely?” Or can he call him Chanticleer now? ... Chanti? That’s a question best left ‘til later. "Do you... still want to see li’l Bushie?”

…

It takes a bit of reassuring that he’s perfectly fine with Steelbeak going into his memories, more or less. Reggie waving his hand dismissively and barking out an awkward laugh at the thought that he WOULDN’T want Steel to... observe his past... at a random point in time... possibly altering the future and destroying the happiest and healthiest relationship he’s ever been in. Okay. It takes a bit of convincing, a smidge of his temper, and unfairly effective puppy-dog eyes— paired with leafy hands cupping the rooster’s cheeks, the tip of his beak touching Steel’s as he elaborates on how it’s ‘not fair’ if they don’t use the machine ONE more time —before the troublesome chips are finally back on their hands.

Albeit, switched...

With a deep, shuddery breath, that poses some concerns, he prepares for Steel to witness something from his past. Whatever it is, he can only hope that it’s as mundane and non-humiliating as possible. Good luck. Noticing the other male’s mouth start to open, worry abundant in amber hues, he quickly acts before Steelbeak has a chance to call it off. Rushing forward, beak presses against his boyfriend’s in a slightly-panicked kiss, as if it is the last one they get to share. Depending on what memory Steel finds, it very well might be...

… ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ …

The house is big... REALLY big. Surprisingly so, considering the financial trouble Bushroot always seems to be in. Even before the incident that transformed him, the male was heavily dependent on the money of others. Which doesn’t bode well for any familial relations he might have towards whoever lives in the manor—well-maintained, except for a few cracks along the walls and an overgrown yard that stretches out toward the edge of a forest. It’s a secluded place that seems as if it would be rather peaceful to live... if not for the echoing of loud children from within the high walls. Strange... Reggie never mentioned siblings.

But Steel doesn’t have time to ponder the scene or the strangers within, because trekking along outside of the house towards the deep woodland, is the reason for his visit.

Head darting from side to side, as if wanting to make sure he isn’t being followed, a duckling scampers through the tall grass. Unfortunately, he’s not all too observant because Steel is able to follow with comical ease. Despite not being part-plant, those bright royal blue hues are proof enough of who the child is. But even if that wasn’t, a familiar mop of hair is atop his head. No longer lavender, but shaggy and tuft-like all the same, thick ebony locks that messily bob along as he nearly slips on the dewdrop covered ground. From the thick scent of lingering rain in the air and the muddiness of their journey— the duckling slipping and sliding, but miraculously not falling yet —it seems like a storm has just passed.

The journey continues for a few moments before nature finally sends the duckling tumbling to the ground. Tripping on an upturned root, a startled quack escapes the boy before he is violently rolling along the ground into a nearby tree. With a heavy thud and a pathetic whimper, the boy lays flat on the ground, beak quivering and eyes groggily fluttering... before they suddenly snap open wide, surprise evident in them at the sight of a hand offering to help him up. Gaze raises to look at the stranger, a loud gasp escaping the duckling as he shakily quickly accepts the hand and stands up. Frantically dusting himself off and running his hands through his disheveled locks, he then abruptly straightens his posture.

Shoulders tense and arms stiff at his sides, chest puffs out as the diminutive boy tries to make himself seem taller, bigger, more impressive. Gazing up with wide eyes, beak is slightly agape at the other’s fancy attire and well-groomed feathers... Rich. This guy HAS to be rich. Not that it matters; he could be poor as dirt and Reggie would still be ecstatic a the sight of a visitor. Shaking his head when he realizes that he is staring, pale white cheeks flush with embarrassment, soft down feathers fluffing to impossible size as he quickly extends his hand to shake the adult’s, “H-Hello, sir! My name is Reginald! Reginald Bushroot!”

Voice is small and squeaky with nerves, but he pushes through, still anxiously bobbing the stranger’s hand up and down as he speaks, “I’m ten years old, don’t have any pre-existing medical conditions, have straight A’s, and once went an entire week without making a single sound!” Words pour out in a rush, yet are well-rehearsed, as if he’s used to giving this spiel, “So you wouldn’t have to worry about me annoying you or even causing ANY trouble at all! I can cook and clean and don’t even need toys or anything!” It’s not as if he has many of them NOW anyway. “Just tell me whatever kind of son you want, and I can be it, Sir!”

Reggie doesn’t seem to notice the stranger’s blatant surprise, looking in the direction of the woods. “Do you... Do you like plants?” He timidly asks, shyly smiling upward. At the slow nod, concern in amber hues going unheeded, his smile grows bigger. Excitement shining in blue hues and smile bright, Reggie leads him toward the treeline, hand tightly grasping his. He only spends a moment to ask for a name— “Steelbeak? I guess that makes sense...” —before rambling on about how the rain was wonderful for the plants and how he really likes the way the earth smells after a storm and hey, do you want to know the scientific name for that flower? Or that one? ... How many kids are you thinking of adopting anyway?

Reggie thinks that Steelbeak should only take one home.

Well, that explains the surplus of children inside. From looking at the duckling, it’s clear that he’s one in a long line of kids who need to be taken adopted. With clothes that are a smidge too big on his lean frame, blatantly boasting hand-me-down, and feathers that look like they haven’t been properly preened in weeks, Reggie is far from being anyone’s priority. Perhaps that’s why he’s so quick to cling to the stranger he JUST met, to the slim chance of getting a home. A family. Small as it may be, even one person is more than he has right now.

Scampering towards the edge of the woodlands, Reggie’s excited ramblings— he wasn’t kidding when he said he could be whatever kind of son Steel wanted, noisy or quiet —finally draw to an end as they approach thick bushes. Although, a spot near the front seems to be more man-made than natural, fallen branches and leaves having been dragged and gathered to one spot. Releasing Steel’s hand, Reggie grunts with effort as he shuffles some of the meticulously strewn branches to the side, revealing a divet in the ground between some thickets where a vibrant flower is tentatively sprouting from the dirt.

But this plant is... strange. It looks like an amalgamation of a couple flowers; rose petals that hang like bluebells colored a mixture of warm and cool hues. A painstaking creation of Reggie’s, if the look he gives them is any indication. Blue hues sparkling with pride, he bends onto his knees to better look at the flowers, “I call her Rosebells... You wouldn’t believe how long it took to get actual results. First I had to-” Explanation is sadly cut short, the sound of scampering feet suddenly cutting through the serene air. Dozens and dozens of them trampling through the underbrush and destroying all in their path... “Oh no. They’re coming.”

Scrambling onto his feet, Reggie frantically starts shoving Steelbeak into the thick foliage, ignoring his protests and the way his silk suit is ripped and soiled by branches. “Shhhhhhh! Just- Just shush, please!” Surprisingly, the stranger falls silent without further begging... Maybe it’s the way his eyes had started to fill with tears, or the way his voice had cracked with fear panic. Either way, Reggie doesn’t question it. He just hurriedly explains, “Whatever you do, don’t make any noise! I don’t want them knowing you’re here, or else they’ll never leave you alone.” Reggie will get shoved to the side. Ignored... Just like always.

“HEY, VEG-HEAD!” ... When he isn’t being tormented, at least.

Yelping, Reggie spins around to face the swarm of newcomers. A hoarde of children, with ill-fitting clothes and mussed feathers, some having dirt-stained faces, others poorly applied make-up, all with cruel smiles or scowls... Swallowing a lump in his throat, Reggie’s hands begin to fidget— a habit he doesn’t grow out of —as he pitifully says, “I-I told you guys, I don’t like being called that.” It might have been considered brave, talking back like that, if the small duckling didn’t immediately flinch and cower when someone stepped forward.

Wide-eyed as the leader of the group approaches, Reggie stumbles backward in an attempt to keep distance between them. Unfortunately, he’s trapped between the children and the forest. Frankly, he’d take his chances in the woods, and is ready to do so. But even NATURE can’t be completely kind to him, and with a pathetic squeak— covering his face as the larger boy raises a fist, the crowd jeering behind him —he trips on an upturned root and plops onto his side next to his precious Rosebell. Maybe it wouldn’t have been as bad if he hadn’t scrambled onto his knees, frantically checking to see if the flower was harmed.

In mere moments, he’d HATE himself for that.

Reggie doesn’t even hear the other boy approach, too focused on his flower. It isn’t until he’s roughly yanked upright by the back of his shirt, tossed into the crowd where two kids latch onto his arms and hold him still, that he realizes what’s happening. What he’s done. What the leader is going to do... and he can’t do anything about it. But God, does he try. Struggling against the arms holding him— like how Steelbeak struggles against the branches he’s entangled in, clawing at his arms and snagging in his clothes, as if the plants know that this NEEDS to happen... —Reggie desperately flails and fights, panicked tears brimming in his eyes as the other kid nears the plant. “N-No! What- What are you doing?”

Meeting Reggie’s gaze, a finger slowly taps against the flower’s petals, “What’s the matter, Veggie? You look upset~” Fingers slowly grasp a petal... and yank.

Reggie can practically hear the flower scream. “Hey! Don’t do that!” He struggles harder, wincing as the grips on his arms grow tighter, bruising his fragile limbs and causing tears to stream freely down his face. But he keeps wriggling, crying out, “You’re hurting her!” Kicking at one of their legs, the small boy is merely lifted up, feet dangling uselessly above the ground as he struggles. “STOP IT!” Another petal. “STOOOOOOP!” And another. A cruel pattern that continues for a few seconds, Reggie’s cries going unheeded, near drowned out by the laughter of the children around him. Enjoying the show... Passing the time, distracting themselves from the fact that each unchanging day is blending into the next.

“You really are pathetic. Y’know?” The boy muses, fingers slowly curling around the mangled flower’s stem as he muses, “You actually care about this dumb weed. I mean- You called it a HER! How messed up is that?!” He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound as he looks at the tear-stained and hoarse boy, “What, is this your girlfriend or something? You gonna start smooching flowers now, Bushbrain? Funny... I always thought you were a pansy.” Bursting out into a fit of laughter, body abruptly grows still at a bitter, murmured statement.

“At least I can spell pansy...”

Immediately, Reggie grows still, breath hitching and eyes wide as he feels his heart stall. “I- I didn’t mean it.” Feathers ruffle as the hold around Rosebell tightens, the other boy’s knuckles turning white as his gaze burns with notorious fire. “Are you calling me stupid?” Growing paler, Reggie frantically shakes his head, voice trembling like his form, “N-No! I’d- No, I’d never dream of- I- I was just... Y-You- I...” What has he done? “I’ll show you stupid...” The other boy’s eyes narrow, movements quick and cold... as he RIPS the flower straight from the ground. With a snarl, he stalks over and shoves the flower in Reggie’s face.

“THIS is stupid!” Flower is harshly shaken in front of Reggie’s face; the diminutive boy looking horrified, as if a corpse is being waved around. “All your dumb plants and your lame facts and how you actually think anyone could CARE about this crap! About YOU!” Flower is savagely torn to shreds, petals and stem flung to the ground in front of them as he spats out, “Well, gues what, Veg-Head?! No. One. EVER. WILL!” To emphasize his point, a fist is rammed into Reggie’s stomach. The duckling cries out in pain, drowning out the sound of Steel’s suit ripping, the rooster finally being set free- before everything fades away.

And he’s back in the penthouse...

Trembling, face is streaked with droplets as Reggie pulls away, everything that happened seeming to have transpired during that single kiss. Sniffling, he quickly starts wiping at his eyes, desperately trying to stop the flow of tears and steady his pounding heart. He feels sick... He can still feel the punches, can see his flower- his first friend torn apart in front of him, can hear the ‘non-existent’ screams, can hear his own... can remember thinking that they were all right. But they WEREN’T. Steel is here with him now, he cares... He cares.

He cares, he cares, he cares... HE KNOWS HE DOES, SO WHY DOES IT SOUND STUPID IN HIS HEAD RIGHT NOW? Reggie doesn’t remember rushing into Steelbeak’s embrace; wrapping his arms around him and burying his face against his chest. But he is, sobbing against it and feeling even weaker than he did that day. Pathetic. { ☆ }

#(F U C K)#(....... Welp. Now you know a bit more about Reggie's childhood :'D )#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱɪɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍɪꜱᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Bushroot IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Headcanon 」#steelbeak tbt #aflockoffeathers #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」

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amethystdarkwolf · 6 years ago

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Perfect Imperfections [Chapter One]

AU: College

Ship: Eventual Royalilty

Warnings, for the entire fic: Swearing, body/self-image issues, insecurities, cross-dressing,

Word count: 1,892

Okay! So this is a fic based on an Rp I am currently doing with @side-for-sides This also takes place in the same universe as another fic I’m writing with them that will cross over a bit. That is the Analogical half of the au titled [Emotionless Emotionals]

As it’s ongoing, there may be more warnings added if need be, so be cautious and actually read them before each chapter in case I have updated them.

Hope you enjoy!

[Ch.1] / [Ch.2] / [Ch.3] / [Ch.4] / [Etc. Soon]

Patton sighed, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he moved his clothes into the drawers on one side of the room, he wouldn't say it was his side, in case his roommate wanted that side, he'd move his stuff... "Virgil, I promise you, it'll be okay, if you don't like your roommate you can just ignore him..." He reassured his best friend, as best he could despite being mildly worried about the same.

Roman did his best to navigate the hallways with the multitude of bags and suitcases he dragged along. “Almost... there...!” He took a deep breath and burst into the room he would live in for the next nine months, a bright smile on his face. “Greetings, fellow roommate! I hope we will become- fuck!” The ugly curse left Roman’s lips as he tripped over one of his duffle bags, sprawling across the floor. Patton jumped and squeaked dropping the phone at the incredibly loud noise, "Oh my goodness!" He squealed before glancing over to who he assumed was his roommate that was now on the floor, "Are you okay?" He asked standing up and walking over to him.

Roman groaned his face flushing pink. “Physically, I’m fine,” he reassured the stranger. “But my pride is in shambles! How will I ever... recover...” He trailed off, gazing up at his adorable roommate with wide, awed eyes. “Hello, there...” Patton giggled a bit at that, before smiling and holding his hand out to try to help him up, "Hiya, I'm Patton Frost..." He introduced himself, Roman grinned and accepted his roommate’s outstretched hand, doing a dramatic little twirl when he was back on his feet. “And I am Roman Prince! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” "Pleasure's mine!" Patton replied doing a bit of a dramatic bow, "Um- Oh! Shhhhhhh- Shoot!" He quickly went back over to where he had left his phone. "Hey, Virgil, sorry... I just met my roommate... I didn't mean to scare you..."

Roman held up his hand to cover his snickers as Patton went back to his phone call. He gathered up his suitcases and gradually started to unpack, humming to himself quietly as he did so. Patton stayed on the phone for a bit with Virgil, again reassuring him over and over that his roommate will be fine and if not he can ignore him, before eventually, Virgil said he had to go, "Alright, just remember, you can text me whenever okay? Alright, buh-bye." He said hanging up and getting back to unpacking. Roman organized his clothes into his drawers and closet... and also shoved his enormous pride flag into the bottom of his closet when he was certain Patton wasn’t paying attention. Once he got off the phone, he glanced over, giving him a smile. “Was that a friend of yours?”

Patton glanced over his shoulder, "Hmm? Oh! Yeah, a good friend from high school. He's all worried about his roommate hating him or being homophobic or something like that, but I've got a good feeling so I was trying to keep him calm." He explained as he finished unpacking and sat down on his bed. Roman froze at that, feeling a spark of curiosity, but he tried to play it cool. “Oh! Ohhh, so your friend is... gay?” He asked as casually as he could, continuing to unpack his clothes. "Yeah!" Patton responded cheerfully before stopping, his tone dropping into something much more serious and less bubbly. "Is um... Is there a problem with that?" He asked

Roman’s eyes widened in horror at the change in tone. No, this wasn’t going as planned! “No, no, I’m fine with them! The gays! I mean, I’m not- fuck, why am I so bad at this?” He opened his closet, his face turning red as he pulled out the massive pride flag he had hidden. Patton looked at the pride flag and beamed, "Oh cool! So are you gay or another part of the community? It doesn't matter to me! I'm Pan!" He stated the words were so easy to say now. Roman breathed a large sigh, an intense wave of relief crashing over him. “Oh thank God,” he whispered, then blurted out, “I’m, like, a raging homosexual.”

Patton snorted, covering his mouth to conceal his giggles, "Well then, I'm glad we're on the same page," he said smiling at him. Roman’s face turned tomato red. “I, uh, yep! Me too!” He replied eloquently. Gasping at a sudden idea, he whisks the pride flag out of his closet. “That means I can hang this up!”

"Yay!! We can make the room even gayer than it already is!" He joked, before laying back on his bed and stretching slightly. Roman beamed, grabbing some hooks to hang up the pride flag on the ceiling. “That’s the spirit!” He shouted, grabbing a chair and standing on it, easily reaching the ceiling. "Careful! Don't fall, I can't catch you!" Patton said looking up at his now even taller roommate. Roman laughed, carefully attaching the hooks to the ceiling. “I am the epitome of beauty and grace! I’ll be fine!”

Patton snorted again as he sat up, "You tripped coming in through the door, " he teased, before murmuring, "But beauty is definitely correct..."

“Look, I’ll admit, that wasn’t my proudest moment...” Roman paused, hearing Patton mumble something under his breath. “Did you say something?” He asked, smiling playfully. Patton hummed questioningly before realizing he said that out loud and flushing red, "U-Um! No... Nope... nothing? I didn't say anything after the you tripping coming in the door comment..." Roman’s grin turned more sly. “Alright, dear... if you say so.” He gave Patton a wink before turning back to his task. "Okay... Then..." He whispered, his voice cracking, he immediately just grabbed his phone to distract himself from becoming even more flustered and to also hide his face from Roman.

Roman went back to absentmindedly humming as he hung up the flag, beaming and hopping down from the chair once he was done. “There! It’s perfect!” Patton looked up, and smiled, "Yeppers Peppers! It looks great!" He giggled Roman burst into laughter, doubling over. “Did you just say yeppers peppers?!” He wiped a tear from his eye, giggling uncontrollably. “Goodness gracious, I’m definitely stealing that.”

"I-I-I just! It's a cute thing and- No! It's mine don't steal it!!!" He whined, mostly joking. Roman couldn’t help laughing even more as he walked over to Patton, giving his nose a teasing little boop. “You’re absolutely right: it is adorable. And I am definitely going to be using it now.” Patton scrunched up his nose, "Aw... Fine....you can use it....on one condition..." He said crossing his arms and smirking. Roman’s eyebrows raised in curiosity, having not expected that? “Oh? Well, what’s the condition?” He asked, giving Patton his own smirk. Patton quickly reached up booping Roman's nose as well, "Boop! Okay, you can use it now." He said sticking out his tongue jokingly at him

Roman snickered at that, then suddenly gasped, draping his hand over his forehead. “You’ve wounded me!” He collapsed to the floor, sticking a leg up into the air. “How will I ever recover from this?!” Patton giggled kneeling beside him on the floor, he gasped "Oh no!!! What have I done?!?" He got a bit closer, "How on earth can I help you recover?" Roman shook his head, holding his hand out as if to stop Patton. “No, I’m afraid nothing can be done about this,” he said weakly, giving a pathetic cough. “I’m afraid I’m... I-I’m...”

"No! No!! There has to be something I can do!! I'll do anything!!!" He said holding onto Roman's hand delicately. Roman sighed dramatically, coughing again. “W-Well... I suppose... a kiss on the hand... would save me...” He glanced at Patton, hoping he wasn’t taking the joke too far. Patton put his own hand on his chest, "Well then! If it must be done! I see no other choice!" He said before actually kissing Roman's hand then looking back at him, hoping he didn't mind that he went through with it. Roman ignored his blush- holy shit he actually did it- and suddenly sat up, beaming. “You’ve done it, my sweet! I have been cured of this awful ailment!”

Patton stood as well, "Rejoice for The Prince has been cured!!" He cheered, still trying not to break character. Roman burst out laughing, ruffling Patton’s hair playfully. “The Prince, huh? I like the sound of that.” He winked again, grinning. “Did I happen to get roomed with another theatre person, by chance?” Patton laughed, shaking his head to playfully get Roman to stop messing with his hair, "Well your last name is Prince and that's just what came to mind! And um..." He shook his head, "No, I'm not really overly into theatre." He spoke truthfully. “Really? Could have fooled me, with that act you just did!” Roman‘s grinned softened. “You know, if you ever wanted to audition for a show, I could help you out.”

"Oh! Thank you! But no no no no... I'd rather not... Perform." He stated, his small smile not leaving his face. Roman nodded in understanding, still maintaining his sweet smile. “Of course, that’s completely fine! It isn’t for everyone, and it’s still quite nerve-wracking even if you’ve done it for a while.”

"Really? I'm assuming you've done it for a while then?" He asked curiously, sitting back down on his bed. “Yep! I’ve done it practically my whole life, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone when I said I wanted to pursue musical theatre in college. What about you?” He asked, motioning if he could sit on the bed. Patton nodded, scooting over to make room for him, "Um…” He completely blanked for a moment, "Wait- what? Sorry, I blank out sometimes, what were you asking?" He asked

Roman snorted as he climbed onto the bed. “No worries, dear! I asked you what you were thinking about majoring in,” he repeated gently. "Oh! Well um... I don't know for certain, but culinary arts maybe? I like cooking and, food so yeah!" He giggled,"Again I don't know like especially yet but that's interesting to me" he shrugged. “That’s wonderful!” Roman grinned encouragingly. “They say your first year in college is the best time to explore interests. It’s good that you already have an idea, though!”

"Yeah! You're right." Patton giggled, before switching topics "So I performed maybe once or twice, so I know how things can get... Any funny stories from behind the curtain?" He asked curiously. Roman laughed heartily. “Oh, do I ever! Ooh, there’s the time a hula hoop was thrown into the orchestra pit...” He told story after story of his wild and zany theatre experiences, occasionally shifting so that he was closer to Patton. Unfortunately, after a good hand full of stories, Patton began to drift off, listening to him. Eventually ending up dozing off laying his head on Roman's shoulder.

Roman’s dramatic- and definitely exaggerated- storytelling session came to a halt when a small weight fell on his shoulder. He turned slightly, his face turning red when he saw Patton. Asleep. On his shoulder. He smiled faintly, snuggling a little closer to him. “Sweet dreams, darling,” he whispered, drifting off a few minutes later.

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georgipopovich-voiceblog · 6 years ago

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Even if her screaming wasn’t as loud as most babies, Georgi was nervous over the fact that she even began.

As much as he would have liked to teach that woman a lesson, and lecture her, it was…. An odd feeling that he couldn’t do that with a baby in his arms.

It brought him back to a year ago, when he was first thanking Serik for staying with him during heat, going to the store to get ingredients for a hot curry. He remembers the man who reached out to grab his sleeve, how he was able to knock him down a size momentarily, and walk away, only mildly shaken, while Serik let him. Now? With a baby? He felt like he couldn’t do that. There was a vulnerability that came with this, if something had gone wrong while doing something like that, she would be hurt. He thought being around children would make him more protective, when he now realized, I almost went through this whole thing alone. And it was far harder than he thought.

If Serik hadn’t been there, he would be far more upset than he is.

As he reaches into one of the baby bags, he pulls out another blanket, this one slightly bigger. He sets it around her while she lay in the arms of the taller man, tucking it delicately around her, then begins to swaddle her in the cloth. The scent of it was strong of her parents, a huge reminder that this baby was here only temporarily, though, whatever it took to calm her down. Her whines did grow shorter, now as she felt the familiarity surround her.

“Shhhhhhh…. I’ve got you…. You’re right here….. I’m not going to let anything happen to you…..” He whispers. “Uncle Serka And Georgi are here.”

The Next Best Thing: Ch 7- Kolya’s Keepers

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eviivescent · 8 years ago

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This story was dedicated to an old friend of mine when I wrote it. May he have good health where ever he may be.

Alarms echoed throughout the bland grey halls as two young boys made their escape, the sound of a security team not far behind. The lighting panels that would usually shine a bright white now held an eerie red glow that barely lit up the dark halls, reflecting lightly off of the white panels that covered the walls and floor. The sound of chatter from the security team could be heard as the two boys ducked into a small supply closet and waited for the sounds of running to pass.

“Controller, we need extraction now. How copy?” the shorter of the boys said quietly. The red lights from the alarm lights barely flowed through the vents in the supply door, giving the room an eerie red glow. The light reflected off the shorter boys silver eyes and pale skin as he turned to the taller child and said, “Alpha, you idiot. Controller warned us to be quite. This was supposed to be a simple in and out extraction mission.”

The taller child, Alpha, looked to the shorter, his golden eyes given a sinister red glow from the lights, and said, “If you had not been so careless with the package, I would not have had to draw so much attention to myself, Omega.”

Omega glared at Alpha and picked up what appeared to be a small briefcase before a crackle was heard in both or the boys ears. “Alpha, Omega, this is Controller, we have good copy. Your extract will take place at the north end of the tower. Make your way over A.S.A.P. We need that package secure.”

The two boys paused and sat in silence for a bit before Alpha finally spoke up. “We need a plan.”

Omega just raised an eyebrow and said, “Don’t look at me.”

“I know, I know.” Alpha said in a fairly zoned out tone, “Because of the nature of the mission we don’t really have any supplies with us… all we have are our glides and this…”

Omega’s mind had drifted at this point and he had stopped paying attention to Alpha. The two had been partners since birth and this happened quite a bit. Alpha would begin to talk outloud as he tried to think up plans and all Omega would do was smile and nod. Omega knew that when Alpha needed him, it would just be for something that involved brute strength.

“I got it!” Alpha suddenly yelled out.

“SHHHHHHH!” Omega responded with quickly, “So what is the plan?”

Alpha just smirked and said, “I don’t suppose you brought any asprin?” and within a fraction of a second of Alpha saying that, the door to the supply closet swung open, causing quite the racket, and the two boys were off down the halls again. Omega could feel a pain growing in his chest as the two boys pushed harder into a full on sprint. Even though he was in pain and had a feeling that Alpha shared a similar pain, he knew that they had to keep up the pace for the noise the door made had brought the security team on their tail yet again.

“Don’t lose them this time!” The security team could be heard yelling from not far behind the boys.

“Alpha, when we get out of this, I’m going to beat the ever living hell out of you.” Omega could feel his voice on the edge of breaking down, the speed that they were running was taking its toll, but he tried his hardest to make sure it was clear that he was serious.

Alpha just seemed to ignore Omega’s statement however, and proceeded to say, “Controller, we are approaching the north wall but we are unable to make it to ground or roof level. Our only exit is the window at the end of the hallway. Are you set for aerial extract? We are on the 37th floor. How copy?”

“Good copy, Alpha. We have the floor in our sights and are on our way for extraction. Eject when ready.” Controller’s tone sounded as cold as usual but this just gave the boys quite a bit more confidence. At least his usual tone meant there was nothing unexpected on his end.

“Alpha, I hate you,” Omega blurted out as they approached the window, “Could you at least have come up with a better plan?”

Alpha just glanced at Omega and smiled, saying, “Just trust me, and don’t worry, I hate you too, bro… oh, and don’t forget to use your head.” As the words left his mouth, crash, the two boys launch through the 37th floor window.

Even though he was slightly sore from following Alpha’s advice and using his head to smash the window, Omega felt liberated when his face greeted the soft breeze of the outdoors. Not only did Omega enjoy the fresh chill of the cold air, a nice break from the usual stale, recycled air that is normal pumped through large skyscrapers like the one he had just leapt from, but the view of the city was quite gorgeous from this point in mid-air. He had always told Alpha that one day, when he got to finally see the city; he would stare at it and revel in its beauty. However, that never happened. Omega had been outside countless times by now and up till this very moment, he had never found himself basking in the beautiful glow that the city of reflections, the city of clouds, provided.

*****

“The city of clouds,” and “the city of reflections,” were two names that this wonderful city had earned… or so people would say. While growing up, Omega had never ventured outside, at least not until his first mission, all he knew is about the world that existed above his small room is what people would tell him in passing or from pictures that he had seen. People would talk about the cities beauty, the buildings that could reflect ones soul, buildings built with a strange material that could reflect anything and everything like a mirror, without of course the pesky glare. It was said that the city gained its nickname because if you were to view it from above, all you would see was the flawless reflection of the sky.

At night, the city would stand as an amazing sight because the buildings would create beautiful designs with the reflections or the moon, stars, and even the lights that the buildings themselves contained. The city, itself, could have been a night sky of its own and yet until he had hit the organizations perfect age, all Omega would get to see were the white light panels that lined his home.

*****

“Omega, we need to activate the lines!”

Alpha’s shouting snapped Omega from his admiration of the city and back into the reality that they were falling. The city was beautiful but if the two boys did not act fast, they would just become two more additions to the large nursery that they were currently falling towards. In an almost synchronized manor, the two boys rotated quickly, each throwing a grapple like item at the side of the building. As the grapples latched, the two locked the glides which yanked the boys and repositioned them, allowing the boys to launch two more grapples from the other end of the wrist device, latching onto a large bi-copter’s back cargo loading bay as it became visible again, apparently coming out of cloak.

“We have a lock Controller, we are coming in,” Omega said as the two slid down the now assembled zip lines into the cargo bay of the large jet like aircraft that seemed to have large multidirectional propeller engines instead of wings. Rolling as they hit the floor of the jet-copter, a name that Omega had for it since it resembles a jet and helicopter hybrid, the ramp slammed behind them. They stood quickly, Omega still clutching the suitcase, and the two regained their composure before taking their seats as the jet-copter took them to a very distinctly large skyscraper in the distance.

*****

Back at the security compound, a very tall skyscraper that seemed to be just as large below ground as it was above, Omega sat with a small screen projected in front of him. On the screen he could see Alpha sitting in a dark room, except for a single light panel in the center of the ceiling. A calm look fell across Alpha’s face as he unhooked his crimson hair from the small pony tail that it was in and let it fall down his neck. With a stressful sigh, Alpha’s composure dropped. His elbows hit the table and his face hit his palms. He then proceeded to run his hands through his hair, causing a single piece to fall from his head and glance off of his pure white t-shirt. Omega found that his senses were heightened to an unusual amount because of his worry for Alpha and because of this a small thing like a strand of hair falling was that much more obvious.

“This is not good,” Alpha could be heard muttering to himself as he closed his eyes and sat up straight, regaining his composure just as the door to the room opened and a large man entered the room.

“You broke protocol, Alpha,” the large man said in a stern voice. “You had clear orders and you disobeyed them.”

Alpha held his gaze forward, not even glancing at the shadow of a man standing in the dark corner. “Not as I remember it sir. I got the job done. I kept my brother from being found out.”

Alpha was cut off when the large man slammed his hands on the table. “He is not your brother, he is Omega, and it is not your job to protect him. Doing so compromised your cover! The corporation knows who you are now! You are a liability!” The man’s voice echoed through the room and a small bead of sweat formed on the barely 12-year-old Alpha’s forehead. Omega was feeling guilty now as well. “You know what we have to do now, Alpha.” With those chilling words, Alpha’s head fell in shame, his crimson hair flopping down in front of his face almost like it was trying to hide him, and the man left the room. Just before the door fully shut, though, Alpha could hear the man mutter the words, “To think the Doctor said that you were the most promising.” Alpha shook off the thoughts of what was to be coming next only to hear, “Someone call in the Janitor; we have an agent who needs cleaning,” being called out from outside the door.

Omega continued to watch as the room fell dark and two security officers entered, grabbed Alpha roughly, and escorted him off to a holding cell. He put up no fight and prepared for what even Omega knew was going to be the end. Hours passed in the dark holding room, only the sound of Alpha’s own breathing to be heard. The walls and floor were not the clean white panels that the rest of the building was lined in. They were instead, a thick and solid layer of concrete around the entire room except for the glass like repulsion field that kept the entrance of the cell sealed. The room seemed to be getting quieter as the hum of the repulsion field seemed to fade into the world. A sound lost among other sounds that all assist keeping silence that much more bearable. However, this gentle illusion of silence was broken when the sound of small footsteps could be heard. A distinct dragging of feet could be noticed which led Alpha to know exactly who this thief of his silence had been.

A voice followed the footsteps, ringing out in the darkness. “You look pathetic. I can’t believe you’re going to be wiped before I get to beat you up.” It was clearly Omega who was now standing right up near the repulsion field, straining his eyes to look in, but Alpha remained quiet in the dark. “You could at least say good-bye to your twin brother.”

Alpha’s golden eyes could be seen glowing in the dark as he glanced up slightly, his eyes lit by the very faint glow from the repulsion field. He was looking his brother dead in the eyes. Omega met his brother’s stare and could see a glint in his eye, the type of glint that a person gets when they are smirking, or more deviously plotting to be more exact.

“I would, but that would imply that we will never see each other again.”

With that statement, the large room that the holding cell was a part of was suddenly fully lit by the ceiling, wall, and floor panel lighting while a team of white suited men walked through the door and grabbed Alpha. His red hair shimmered in the light as he was dragged out the door and to a glowing path. The men paused and one of them pressed their right hand against a panel next to the hall. The white panel quickly turned blue and a portal of light seemed to form at the entrance to the hallway.

“It is time,” one of the men in white said with a chuckle as they passed through the portal, “Guess you’re not his favorite anymore.” It was Meta, the Controller’s last promising agent before Alpha. Meta was tasked with escorting him to the Janitor. Ever since Alpha had entered the Controller’s spotlight, Meta was demoted down a few rankings on the agent ranking system. The system was a way of determining which agents will be used for which missions. However, with Alpha’s recently blown cover, he had been removed from the top spot and had been dropped down below the red line, the termination line.

Omega stood in the now empty hall as the light panels dimmed around him. His royal blue hair fluttered as the portal of light closed and the panels of light began to dissipate, leaving him to his own as he walked off to his quarters. The only thought in Omega’s mind was about what Alpha had meant. It made no sense for Alpha not to say good-bye. Alpha meeting the Janitor meant that he was being expelled from the system, terminated, flushed down the proverbial toilet, kaput, swimming with the fishes, meeting his maker. Omega’s mind raced with confusion. He was in his room now, barely able to remember the time it took him to get there. Omega was bred to be a soldier, he had terminated countless targets in his twelve years on the earth and yet he had never dealt with death. They always had different words for it; words that hid it’s true meaning. But now it has come full circle, a twelve year old boy forced to face the death of his brother, the chance that he might not ever see him again, all while having been expected to be an emotionless agent of the Controller’s will, Omega had not had to deal with these thoughts before now.

“Alpha, you meany, why do you have to leave me,” He said quietly as a tear graced his cheek with its presence. “You’ve always been the smart one; you’d know what to do… I don’t want to go on missions without you.” Omega had begun to cry like any young child would; his words barely escaped through the sound of gargling as the little soldier came into realization that he will probably not see his brother again.

*****

Hours passed, maybe days, no definitely just hours, since Alpha had been escorted off. Omega was still in his quarters, lying with his lights off, his tears had finally stopped. His peace was abruptly interrupted by a flickering buzzing noise; and electrical hum that seemed to be flickering on and off. Omega tried to ignore this new sound but the inconsistent hum was eating at his sanity. If it had not been flickering, he might have been able to let the sound fade into the white noise but this was not the case. Omega stirred from his cot and began scouring the room. The buzzing started to get louder all while maintaining that inconsistent beat. Omega hit the lights and started getting frantic but not without a pause first to gather himself. With the quick motion from his bed and the bright lights that filed the room, he felt an unbearable rush flow from his head. He felt light and off balance but by supporting himself with the wall he was able to compose himself. Once the black spots from his sight had subsided, he continued his search for the hum which at this point had begun to sound like a horde of bees suffering from seizures. Omega tore through the room, or at least what existed to be torn through. There were not dressers with clothes, no mattresses on the cots, those were all projected with a form of technology called Trace Technology which allows for solid objects to be projected at the molecular level; even the cots themselves were projected. This revolutionary technology allowed for all the benefits of normal solid furnishings without the pesky problem of physically moving them. By saying that he was tearing through the room, Omega was literally tearing through it. He was ripping tiles from the walls, trying to focus on the area where the sound seemed the loudest but with how loud the sound was resonating, it was very hard to pinpoint.

Crack. Crack. Crack. The sounds seemed to dig at Omega with each passing second. He had torn almost every white panel off of the walls and ceiling by now and had them scattered across the floor. He was frustrated. The room was a mess. The noise pounded in his head. Omega had near forgotten about his brother and out of frustration, he grabbed a stack of the panels and chucked them hard against the now bare wiring of the walls. To his surprise, however, the panels did not smash against them. Curiously, the panels just seemed to fly right through. Omega stared at the wires for a second before approaching them. Once near them, he slid his hand hesitantly up and slipped it against the illusionary wires. Upon touching them, it felt liquid like. His fingers caused the image to ripple and it resulted in him finding himself that much more interested. With a sharp breath inward, he stepped into the illusionary wires.

*****

Once inside the illusionary wires, Omega felt at peace. Even though he had yet to notice it, the obnoxious sound had stopped. In fact, even the borrowed sound that one would be accustom to just from everyday life was gone. It was silent. Although the passage through the illusion took less time than the snap from a cobra to its prey, it felt as though the transfer took a lifetime. Omega felt his world slip off his back like the feeling of weights lifted from one’s chest or the feeling of a heavy backpack that just slips off your shoulders. Omega felt light. He could feel his worry for his brother slip away as the sound of his brother’s voice slipped into his mind, a voice that echoed, “Just trust me.” The voice was soon followed by the slight scent of his brother’s shampoo of which he used to clean that accursedly long crimson hair. Omega smirked at the thought of his brother’s hair; the hair that he had spent so much time trying to convince Alpha to cut now acted as a beacon to the fact that his brother did in fact have a plan; he always had a plan.

For the first time in his life, he was racking his brain. Alpha had always been the leader, the intellectual one, the mature one, even the one who was emotionally strong, while Omega was just the muscle. They were twins but even their names showed that Alpha seemed to always come first; first to be born even if just by seconds, first to reach the Controller’s list of favorites, even something as stupid as first to rise in the morning. But now Omega was stuck trying to figure out Alpha’s problem that he had set before him. What is Alpha planning? How can I help? Grown from the same seed, born from the same pod, and yet so far apart, there must have been something of his brother that he retained. Even though the trip through the illusion was brief, Omega was able to meditate on these things in such a way that it seemed time itself had stopped.

*****

Omega arrived in different room feeling a sense of peace; his previously nervous and worried self, replaced by a boy who had an unrelenting faith in his brother. His senses were overwhelmed after leaving the lack of sound behind in the illusion. The smell of something damp filled the air; a musty layer seemed to coat the inside of his nose with every breath; the sound of life echoed through this dark room. The ground felt soft, not like the hard panels that lined the floor of his dorm. Omega had lived in that dorm for twelve years and not even known a place like this could be found next to his room. Was it even connected? Was the illusion that I stepped through a portal to a different location? Questions not unlike those tore at his mind. Why does Alpha have to be so damn clever?

Omega began to feel about; arms outstretched as he attempted to feel for the walls but to his surprise the walls could not be found. For such a dark room to be so large seemed foreign to him. Normally there would be even just a tiny bit of light but the illusion that he came through did not even appear to be giving off light. It was not so much as dark more than it was absent of light, like all the light was being sucked away.

Omega took a breath and closed his eyes. The muggy scent of dirt and mud coated his throat but none the less he clicked his tongue. Omega remained still but continued a steady click of his tongue but no longer was it just a click. After every click of his tongue, a faint chirp of an electronic device could be heard and with each click, his mind began to light up with an image of his surroundings. He began to carefully make his way forward, clicking his tongue all the way, from the mouth of the large room into what appeared to be the center. Each step as careful as one would walk when trying not to slip in mud. When he reached the center of the large room he raised his right hand up by his face and snapped his fingers.

The sound echoed loudly through the room but not as a usual echo would. Instead of growing quieter the most the sound echoed, it actually gained in volume the more times it repeated and with the fifth time it repeated, the room shook and lit up quick like a flash fire in the dry fields of summer. Once Omega has regained his balance that had been knocked away by the sudden shaking, he slid open his eyes. Even though the now obvious cavern was as bright as day, Omega did not feel a need to hide his eyes from the light for enough light had shone through his lids to allow his eyes to adjust. Omega stood silent.

“No hello?” The familiar voice said with a smirk, “I told you that no good-byes would be needed.” But although the voice was familiar, the face it came from was strange. Omega stood in confusion and awe at the man who stood before him. He could not see his brother except for in the golden eyes and the crimson hair.

“Do you like it?” The man asked as he rolled his eyes up slightly and grabbed at what little bangs he had. “I took your advice and cut it. What do you think?”

Omega blinked and felt himself move a step back with his right leg similar to one who is regaining ones balance and yet he did it to instead try and comprehend who stood before him.

“Alpha?” He said. However, it was more like a squeak of his vocal cords that only slightly resembled the name.

“Oh, I am sorry,” Alpha said, “this is strange for me so I can only imagine what it must be like for you. Yeah, buddy, it is me. Sorry it has been so long.”

“But, it has only been…” Omega began to speak almost uncontrollably, only to realize that he had no idea how long it had been since his brother had been taken away.

“I know it hasn’t been long for you but for me it has been twelve years. This type of stuff is confusing. But older you told me that I needed to talk to you so here I am.”

Omega twitched his head back and forth one time, closing his eyes in a sort of prolonged blink before regaining eye contact with this new man, still in disbelief that this could be his brother. To help Omega feel more comfortable, Alpha had moved onto one knee, putting himself at Omega’s level.

“Hey, remember what I told you before we jump out the window together?”

As Alpha finished what he was saying, a smile appeared on Omega’s face and he leapt forward, grasping onto his now apparently older brother. “What happened to you?” Omega said cheerfully as he pulled away from the short hug.

“Sorry buddy, but I was killed… the Janitor killed me. And I am going to have to stay dead for a long time.” Alpha’s sweet face had gained a more serious and worried look. “I am truly sorry but that is how it has to be. I am going to have to leave again soon and you will have to be strong. Strong emotionally like I used to be. Can you do that for me?”

“But why? Can’t you just stay?”

“I can’t. You will understand why I can’t, with time and it is then that we will be able to see each other again.”

“But…”

“No, I can’t. But, I promise I will see you again. I only came back here to warn you that the Controller is always watching. Please be careful, everything will fail if you end up like me. I also came back because I needed to give you this.”

Alpha reached his hand in his pocket and Omega seemed to hang on the moment; the rough and yet quiet whisper that the ruffling of his brother’s clothes made felt so real to him. When his brother’s hand emerged from his pocket, he was holding a small silver pocket watch. It really was not that extravagant, in fact, it was quite normal. It seemed to be completely smooth all the way around with no designs or anything, just the reflective surface of the silver. Alpha took Omega’s hand and placed the silver watch in his small palm. The small pocket watch seemed massive in Omega’s hand and Alpha smiled as he closed Omega’s fingers around the watch. The watch was cold even though it had been in his brother’s pocket but Omega paid it no mind.

“In eight years, this watch will open. You will get to see me for a short amount of time and then I will be gone once more. When that time comes, you will understand everything.”

“Alpha! It is time!” A familiar voice could be heard shouting and yet it seemed to come from nowhere but Alpha seemed to turn back in response and nod. Returning his gaze back to Omega he said, “Keep that watch safe, you will need it to take down the Controller. He might seem big and scary now but that is just because he plays off the unknown. Once you know who he is, he will lose that illusion of terror. I have to go now.” Alpha kissed the top of his brother head and ruffled Omega’s royal blue hair as he seemed to just fade into nothing.

A bright white light flashed and fell from the illusionary wires, eyes wide, as he peered around the room. His previous joy seemed to leave him as an unfortunate realization came upon him. Whas just happened? The thought played through his mind. Did I really just see my brother? But his thoughts were interrupted as he sat up from his position on the floor and glanced around the room. With the state his quarters was in, Omega was going to be in quite a bit of trouble in the morning. Sure there were no illusionary wires, no obnoxious buzzing, no musky smell, or damp taste; there was just the quiet, empty quarters that was now devoid of his brother, the problem was that the room was still very much destroyed. Omega stood up from the floor but quickly took a similar position on his bed. He proceeded to lie back in his bed and his heart sank. He was again reaching that state of realization that he would not see for quite some time but at least this time he had his brothers promise. His brother might not be coming back but it was time to make a change. At the moment, Omega decided that the next time his brother saw him, he would be in charge of this place.

With a yawn, he decided to sleep the thoughts away but as he tried to forget and go to sleep he found himself uncomfortable. No matter how he lied, there seemed to be a strange pressure constantly pushing up on his body, an unusual lump. Fed up, Omega began feeling around for this strange bump only to find his hand touching a cold, metallic surface. Realizing he had already spaced out about the watch, he quickly grasped the item and flipped over, sitting upright in his bed. A smile crept over his face. He slid his fingers across its smooth silver surface but as he looked it over, it seemed to catch a slight reflection of light, this reviled two small inscriptions on the front and back that were not there before.

“No need for good-byes. I will see you again.” Omega read to himself with a smile before turning the watch over. The smile crept larger when he examined the inscription on the back. The inscription read in fancy letters, similar to calligraphy writing:

Remember, I Will Hate You Always

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