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halorocks1214 · 5 years ago

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the law of attraction

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Word Count: 5464

Summary: The Law of Attraction demonstrates how we create the things, events, and people that come into our lives. Our thoughts, feelings, words, and actions produce energies which, in turn, attract like energies. Negative energies attract negative energies and positive energies attract positive energies

Previous Parts (in order): Alan | You are here!

holy shit i need to stop telling myself to keep my fics short cuz thats what always makes them three times longer than i originally planned. anYWAYS, i know the point of fabfivefeb is kinda to focus on one bro a week specifically, buuuut my brain grabbed my face, yelled an idea into it and now this is going to be a full series i guess. i hope this still counts! also, just as a warning, the first few fics are going to be chronologically out of order-- gordons pov fic, aka this one, comes like, almost last in the line of fics i have planned-- but im hoping that just adds to the aesthetic im giving this series

thanks again to @gumnut-logic for the wonderful prompt ideas. i used “How did you do that?” and iridescent

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If you asked just-turned-10-years-old Gordon what he thought of his kid brother, you would probably be horrified at the things he could and did say.

Nowadays the 22-year-old felt bad about it-- like, exponentially so-- but back then he couldn’t help it. It was a Tracy rite-of-passage to not want a younger sibling when they came-- yes, even Scott, who Gordon secretly believed it was his fault for John being so nerdy. You should have wanted a nice pair of tennis shoes in his place, Scotty, not a chemistry kit.

Gordon, for all intents purposes, managed to be the worst-case out of four. Virgil wondered if his fiery temper rubbed off on Alan growing up, and the more Gordon caught wind of how Alan could be when angry, the more Gordon thought his immediate older brother was right.

Regardless, everyone in the family managed to at least get the OG Tracy baby to play nice when Alan was born. Gordon’s involvement could be described as nothing: he never did anything to actively harm Alan (he was raised better than that, c’mon), but whenever Gordon could get away from the tiny tot, he did. A couple of years went by, the world adjusted to five Tracy sons, and so did the Tracy family. Even Gordon was starting to see the merit in being an older brother.

Then, tragedy struck.

The avalanche that ripped apart their entire world came crashing down in more ways than one. Hoo boy, the tabloids had a field day with it. They always wanted to know every little detail, and when the family refused to give them anything, they came up with their own stories. The only details they got were from cheating, as a nosy reporter managed to grab a picture of 3-year-old Alan fighting for his life in the hospital, and the internet ran with it.

It was very quickly found out that their mother had died in the disaster as well, and along with the little snake’s photo of Alan, accusations were thrown around as if they were nothing more than plush baseballs, not full-blown knives digging into the Tracy men’s skin. Where was Jeff Tracy? Did he leave his wife and youngest to perish without a thought? The man did have four older sons, maybe he considered them to be more valuable? The last child wasn’t a planned addition in the first place, so it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to assume so!

What they would never know, Gordon thought bitterly and spitefully, was how Alan wasn’t the only Tracy kid that played in the snow that day. Alan easily got sick as a child for undetermined reasons, and lo and behold, the tiny blonde started running a low-grade fever during their vacation. Lucy offered to stay with Alan at the cabin while Jeff went to find an on-sight doctor. Virgil, who was starting to get into that kind of stuff, went with him.

John saw… something in the gift shop he wanted to grab (none of the brothers could really tell you that much about that day anymore), and since it was relatively close to where Jeff needed to ask for a doctor, the parents felt it would be okay for the red-head to explore the shop by himself, especially since John was easily the most well-behaved out of the children. Gordon was going to go with them to-- what did you expect-- get away from Alan. That’s when smother-hen-in-the-making Scott suggested Gordon stay back with Alan so he could get to know the baby of the family more.

The only reason Gordon agreed to stay was that Scott was staying as well. Gordon hadn’t had that much time recently to hang out with his oldest bro, so he thought it was worth dealing with the little tyke in the room as well. Besides, mom was there too. She could watch him.

Gordon couldn’t for the life of him remember who was where when the literal tons of snow came to say hi. They all got knocked out relatively quick, but from Dad’s recollection of Scott’s eye-witness account, Scott and mom woke up at some point. Scott then went on to carry his youngest siblings out and away from the danger zone, only to re-pass out a good distance away from the buried cabin.

There were many details left out by Scott, and even more were left out by their father, who wanted to give his eldest some sense of security despite all the chaos. Gordon would only learn a little bit more (and by golly was it enough) when he was 16 and grounded by Scott himself. We know Dad is gone! Stop trying to replace him! Gordon shamefully admits that he was purposefully trying back then to be as difficult as possible. Sure, it was due to grief over losing their last living parent, but that didn’t mean he had to take out his rage like he was less than half his age.

People always credited Alan as being the angry baby, but Gordon could be a right bastard when he wanted.

Virgil shut up him right up with a tiny admission that Gordon would never let Scott know he knew. It was the least the swimmer could do after everything their oldest brother gave up.

“You know he promised her, right?”

Teenaged Gordon hissed as Virgil readjusted his piggyback, jostling Gordon’s broken leg in the process. Sneaking out didn’t really seem all that thrilling anymore. He still managed to squeak out through gritted teeth, “W-What?”

Virgil kept his face straight, a weird kind of stoic covering all of his emotions burning within, “Scott promised mom he would keep you two safe. It was the only thing he could do for her.”

That gut-punch didn’t help Gordon’s bruised ribs, and Virgil should have just broken his leg more next. Would have been a nicer follow up than the metaphorical groin kick Gordon received.

“Dad wondered if she was even aware-- or maybe even alive-- enough to hear him.”

Gordon had a lot of time in the hospital to think about those words, even more so when he watched his brunette brother sleep by his bedside. 22-year-old Scott should have been furious, should have ripped him a new one for being such a prick, but the only thing Gordon witnessed him do that night was run into the room as soon as he got the news that Gordon was okay and gently collapse onto his younger brother to collect the blonde into his arms while he tried desperately not to break down-- tried to be strong. Gordon was so caught off guard that he could only wrap his arms back around Scott in a weak attempt to reassure the new head of the Tracy Clan.

Later in the week when Gordon wasn’t so dead on his feet, Scott finally found the reprimand he wanted to give and tore into Gordon. Of course, Gordon snapped back too. They had the typical ‘What were you thinking?!’ ‘I wanted to have fun!’ kind of argument, but it was… softer, in a way, especially on Gordon’s part.

During that same night, after the argument, Gordon would hear 10-year-old Alan sneak into his room with a box full of familiar lights, abruptly reminding Gordon of a feeling he felt a long time ago, back during the ‘recovery’ part of the aftermath of the avalanche. One he couldn’t entirely explain until right then, thanks to Scott’s reactions throughout that entire week.

See, Scott’s plan of Gordon getting along with Alan backfired pretty horribly as Gordon, in all of his trauma and denial, managed to loop his tiny mind around into thinking Alan was at least partially responsible. If he wasn’t sick… if he wasn’t there… if he hadn’t been born--

Yeah, he was 8 at the time, but Gordon still feels sick for even coming up with that thought way back when.

Well, what’s done is done, and for the majority of the first two years, after their wonderful mom left the Earth, Gordon could only describe it like a daze of sorts. Dad was drowning himself in his work, Scott had seen horrors not even adults should’ve had to have seen, Gordon was stuck in the nice world of childhood depression, Virgil and John were caught in the middle like they always were and sometimes still are, and Alan? They really weren’t sure what he was going through due to one simple problem.

Because that was the joke of the day, the ironic twist so to speak. Believe it or not, Alan tended to be a quiet kid.

Many who knew their family would retort with yeah, anyone is quiet standing next to you, Gordon! or they would at least point out the constant babbling that tended to come from the youngest Tracy in the first place. First, Gordon would snort and admit, okay, that’s fair, and then explain how Alan was quiet when it really mattered.

And how it sucked.

The kid could go on and on about what video game he played recently or how stupid his homework was, but when you got down to it you couldn’t get Alan to talk enough.

Back when Alan still did school on the mainland, his older brothers didn’t even know he was being bullied until the bruises started showing up on parts that weren’t covered by clothes (the ones that were, though, damn). It didn’t even occur to the older brothers that Alan was getting more and more quiet each day. After getting the perpetrators expelled and rightfully ripped a new one, Scott and John asked Alan why on earth he didn’t tell them. He just shrugged his tiny kid shoulders and said, “It didn’t seem like that big of a deal.”

Virgil’s 18th birthday was a night to remember, not just because it was a blast, but because they spent half the night in the waiting room at the hospital. They were hanging out in the cities, which was probably already a bad idea. In the first half of the day, the five of them had to cross a crosswalk. Simple enough, right? However, with the torrent of adults much larger than him, 12-year-old Alan lost his grip on John’s hand and toppled over with his arm out in front of him, leaving the limb out on a silver platter to be squashed by a rather large boot.

The man that did it felt really bad, actually, which was a breath of fresh air. He insisted that he would pay for any medical bills that came from the accident. The only reason they never went to any medical facility (immediately, at least) was that, after calming down, Alan insisted his arm felt fine. His reaction time in his fingers was still okay as well, so they left it alone. The four of them probably should have questioned why Alan was so quiet for the rest of the party, but they were too into the euphoria of Virgil’s big day to realize so. A little bit more into the celebration and Alan went missing. It was a miracle that they got Scott to not run off to the nearest police officer immediately. In hindsight, they probably should have, but panic makes the mind go woo woo.

After an hour of searching, they found Alan silently crying his eyes out in a corner. Gordon suspected Virgil never really got over the guilt. None of them have, probably. They really should have insisted they got it checked out right away. Sure, the reason they mainly assumed it was okay was that they’ve been hit with worse and only walked away with bruises-- John walked home from school one day with dirt and mud in his hair, scrapes littering his arms, and when asked what happened the ginger silently commented, “I got hit by a car,” as if it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Not only did Jeff feel the number of years dwindle until his inevitable heart attack, but he also got to watch his eldest gain his first grey hairs with many more to come.

While getting a piggyback from yours truly, John calmly asked Alan why he didn’t say anything (again). The youngest just shrugged and buried his face into Gordon’s neck, “I didn’t want to be a problem. It’s Virge’s day…”

It would be a reoccurring problem for Alan to be hush-hush about physical and emotional strains put on him for years to come. It wasn’t a big problem out on the field (yet), but they were always extra sure to drill into the freckled boy if it seemed like he wasn’t talking as much as he usually did. They were pretty sure it came from the fact that Alan was originally, well, not planned, as all those wonderful journalists pointed out.

They never actively kept it a secret. The age gaps, as well as the press, made it real hard to do so in the first place. Plus, keeping things like that a secret did more damage than not. But the idea was there, and the idea of being a ‘burden’ on anyone was a damaging thought that always seemed to ring in the back of Alan’s subconscious, so he made sure to only speak when he felt he absolutely could or if it wasn’t too much of a task he was asking of them (which they all hated, Scott especially).

The rest of them hoped to pick up what Lucy left behind, which was her efforts to make her newest son feel wanted and loved despite not being apart of the original quota. Gordon worried his older brothers felt a little too guilty about not being able to fully wash it away. It was part of the reason they let him act a little bit childishly on missions: if he feels comfortable enough to do so, then they can’t take it away from him out of fear that they’ll never get it back. It was also why he was just so excited to go on a mission: he could prove himself to be just as good as his older brothers.

Speaking of their mother (man, Gordon loved to ramble tonight, didn’t he), the whole reason any of this was a thing in the first place was Alan’s reaction to the avalanche. That’s when his whole ‘silent act’ issue became apparent. Because the kid became quiet. Period. He stopped talking for two years. Young Gordon wouldn’t even realize this until Virgil started to teach him ASL in their free time. Alan was still an energetic kid, he just… could not get his voice box to work.

The doctors insisted there was no physical damage, either, so they just had to wait and learn ways around it.

Gordon just could not wrap his young, tiny mind around why his loud and obnoxious and annoying younger bro just shut up. Intrigued at the idea of Alan actually being quiet, Gordon started to hang out with him more, especially since Gordon craved the general sense of peace during that time in his life. Yep, crazy, energy-lover Gordon needed the space to just sit and think, and where better than to rant about how crappy life was then at your great-listener-because-he-didn’t-want-to-talk brother.

As time went on in the second half of those two years, the youngest two grew close. Closer than any of the older brothers thought possible. Scott thinks they created their own hand language just for themselves during that time. Gordon was slowly becoming more and more himself, and Alan, well, still didn’t talk, but his energetic-ness was getting bigger and bigger each passing day. Unfortunately, so did their eagerness to be the biggest piece of shits in the world.

Baby Alan stumbled across a can of whip cream that the family forgot to put away. Toddling over to Gordon, the little one shook the can around as a way to say, ‘What could we do with this?’

Gordon’s first idea was to put a huge, glopping pile right on Scott’s pillow where his head directly laid. The sputtering and anger Scott responded with, as well as Virgil’s and John’s snickers at the whole thing, filled Gordon’s head with a million ways to continue his meticulous schemes. Alan got roped in the second the general idea of being able to make his family happy came to fruition.

April 16th was the day The Terrible Two officially started. Virgil was pretty sure he saw John’s calendar with this day marked specifically as a way to remind him not to come down. Virgil just wished he could ask his immediate older brother to let him up on ‘Five that day too.

Their pranks became more and more intense as they came up with each new one, and on the anniversary of their mother’s passing, they disappeared the entire morning. Due to grief, and the fact none of the remaining three sons wanted to deal with tar and feathers or their coffee mug shocking them again, they didn’t think too much of it. Honestly, after the last prank of filling their pillows with jello, they found the quietness to be a blessing. Then the sun started to set without the two of them home yet and they saw it as less of a blessing and more of a curse.

They couldn’t lose them, not on that day.

The house security cams showed the two of them heading into the woods behind their house with some kind of box, and that was all Scott, John, and Virgil needed to go sprinting out of the house. At this point, Dad was getting better about not drowning in work, but he still needed a little more counseling before he would be fully back. That left the three eldest brothers to go on a wild goose chase.

After searching for what Scott remembered feeling like a thousand years, they stumbled upon the two blondes giggling in an opening in the trees. Bursting through the bushes without a second thought, Scott and Virgil (with John behind them) not only saw their brothers unharmed and having a blast in the middle of the opening, all around them in the trees hung big and bright lights. It was as if they were standing in a pocket of stars. Stars they made from their own will and determination.

It was iridescent enough to make the three older brothers gasp just once before remembering why they were out in the dark and cold woods in the first place. Scott trudged over a little more forcefully than he probably realized. Right as he stood over his two youngest brothers, Alan’s tiny, freckled face looked up into his eyes obliviously and pointed at the set of lights.

“Look! Gordz made it pretty!”

Scott and Virgil wrapped their younger brother in the biggest bear hug ever, anger and fear forgotten. It was quiet, whispered and somewhat broken from two years of non-use, but damn, it was Alan. The light at the end of the tunnel seemed even closer. The two of them might have stained the back of Alan’s shirt with tears. Alan didn’t need to know.

Meanwhile, John, flabbergasted and slowly entering a state of shock due to his adrenaline drop followed by even more adrenaline after hearing Alan again, walked over to where Gordon was and simply asked, “How did you do… that?”

It was a question for more than one thing: how did you get Alan to start talking? How did you hang up the lights with no serious injury? How did the two of you grow up so quickly and closely without us even realizing?

All Gordon did was shrug, bring his hands behind his head with his elbows above it, and cheekily grinned, “There are just some secrets two brothers need to keep!”

When the two blondes shared a room that night, tangled with one another like the cords in the lights, Gordon felt something in his chest. It was something warm and fuzzy, and he would only feel it again for years to come when it was towards his only younger brother.

The 10-year-old didn’t know what it was, but he knew that when he figured it out, he would try to be better at it than Scott ever was. Heh, nowadays, he realized that probably wasn’t possible, but that was also okay.

Alan only needed one Scooter.

Right now, however, he needed his one and only Gordz.

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Brains and other therapists suggested the reason Alan got quiet after going through a traumatic event was simply that it was easier to block things out if you were quiet.

All the brain energy that went to his mouth could be used to not think about the awful things he heard or witnessed. It was perfect. It left the rest of his brain to still be used for all of the other things he liked to do: he could hang out with his brothers and sister, play video games, and (unfortunately) work on homework without cause of concern.

Alan thought it was simple. His family thought it was torture. After all, he wouldn’t tell them what was wrong, and if he didn’t tell them they couldn’t fix it. It was everything their ‘am big person, protect the small’ inner programming hated and they felt like screaming. It was the avalanche again. It was Alan’s bullies again. It was the broken arm again. It was Dad’s disappearance again. Man, they never thought Alan would come back after that one.

But dammit, Gordon thought, their dad isn’t gone anymore, and it was because their stupid, selfless little brother was willing to go through hell and back to get him for them. The least Gordon could do was show Alan how much it was appreciated. How much he was appreciated.

But at this point, Gordon was on the verge of calling it a night.

It was a simple fucking question: do you remember where those stringed lights were?

Sure, it’s been God knows how many years since anyone has pulled them out, and Grandma did pack away a lot of stuff in rather secluded places that she deemed unimportant or, well, too traumatizing. But they could at least give him a general direction on where to go! Everyone knew the basic details of the layout of their storage compartments, come on!

Gordon was sitting in the kitchen, groaning into his hands when he heard someone clearing their throat from the doorway. Snapping his face away from his palms, he looked up into the eyes of none other than his father. The older man had eye bags for days, and his eyes were a little wearier than Gordon liked, but the small grin made Gordon feel like everything was alright.

Or maybe it was the box with the familiar lights in his arms. Mostly that.

Gordon stood up and blinked, “D-Dad--”

Jeff walked into the kitchen in a way that spoke, ‘let me say this first,’ “Scott mentioned you were driving your family crazy searching for this. I may not know how you boys set up the island after I left, but I do know your grandmother is stubborn as a bull. The only place she would have put this was in the decorations closet, where it wasn’t, which I’m sure you figured out, hence the constant nagging, so that means some kind of outside force moved it to a place least expected.”

Gordon was lost, “Where was it?”

Jeff let out a slight huff of air, “The back of Alan’s closet.”

Damn. Dammit dammit damn. Why wasn’t that obvious?

With a grip gentler than Gordon remembered he had, he took the box from Jeff. As he was examining the contents, he was able to smile at his father, “Thanks, Dad, this is exactly what I wanted.”

Jeff laid a hand on his son’s shoulder, squeezing softly, “I’ve left this family to take care of itself twice in my lifetime, it was the least I could do. May I ask why you need them?”

The least I could do: goddamn was this family a hive mind sometimes. That didn’t stop Gordon from asking his burning question, “How quickly can we make these waterproof?”

It took all of half a second for Jeff to raise his eyebrows in confusion, followed by one of his trademark grins.

Oh yeah, the Tracy family was coming back

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“Shhh Allie, keep it on.”

Alan rolled his eyes. Whenever Gordon blindfolded him it always ended poorly. Whether the ultimate bad ending would come to Alan or Gordon completely depended on how previously well-thought-out Gordon planned this to be. Regardless, Alan needed to do something other than chores and college applications since there was none of it left for today. He was getting so good it was kind of bad. In fact, one of the first things he did was drown himself in his work to the point that everything he missed in his captivity was done within the first three days of being back.

And here the public thought Alan and his father had nothing in common.

Alan felt Gordon’s hands on his shoulders the entire time they walked together. Eventually, they paused as Gordon needed to open the door to the outside, which was a great sign, by the way. Alan’s ears were picking up every little noise, including each of the thunks their feet made down the stairs, as well as the whistling of the wind blowing through their hair. Alan didn’t need to take off the blindfold to know it was night. The last thing Alan was looking at before Gordon scared the shit out of him with the blindfold from nowhere was the clock, 10:04 PM.

The thunks suddenly became less hollow, signaling they were on solid ground. It took Alan a couple of seconds longer than he would’ve liked to realize that Gordo was walking them straight towards the pool. Alan, remembering all the times he’d been shoved in it, started to fight back. Only minorly, though, like a baby wolf trying to overtake the Alpha of the pack. In the end, it didn’t matter, as Gordon stopped both of them with a slight push downward on Alan’s shoulders, signaling he didn’t need to walk anymore.

Gordon took his hands away and started speaking when he saw Alan wasn’t going anywhere. He walked around to the front of his brother, “So… this might be a long shot, but you remember those ‘starry lights’ we played with all the time?”

Alan blinked a few times behind the blindfold. Yeah, he did remember them. It was a huge staple between them. The days it got hard, or cold, or when it seemed like nothing would get better, they would pull those lights out and forget everything else. It felt like they were surrounded by a blanket of hope.

Gordon first wanted to do it in some random room at their old house two years after their mother passed, but quiet Alan suggested they go out to the woods. He flapped his tiny hands, and to paraphrase what he said, We’ll have more room! Plus, the real stars will make it even cooler!

From then on, it was just another thing between the two of them. They pulled the lights out when one of them was sad and the other wanted to cheer them up. After their mother’s death, after failing a test at school, after Dad’s disappearance, after Gordon’s hydrofoil crash…

Gordon will forever be grateful for Alan’s ability to be a little piece of shit. He’ll never know how the kid snuck the box into the hospital and he hoped he never found out. The hospital staff wasn’t as thrilled by the lights hung up around the room. Gordon was pretty sure he saw the pic up on ‘Five at one point, though, so at least someone appreciated their talents.

Right, the important matter at hand. Gordon needed to work on his rambling-when-stressed problem, “Well, Allie Allie Allie, guess what I found?”

Before Alan could tilt his head, the blindfold was untied from his head by Gordon. It fell off his face to reveal said older brother standing directly in front of him with a grin on his face that said, ‘you’re not going to believe this.’ Once Gordon saw Alan’s attention was completely on him, he stepped out of the way quickly so Alan’s line of focus could stay on what was in front of him and not just on his brother.

Alan’s breath caught in his throat.

Gordon smirked at his brother’s flabbergasted look, “You know how they say how the ocean isn’t that much different than deep space? Well, I think I found a way to make them even closer.”

Alan held his hand out in front of him only slightly. He was worried if he moved anything that the beautiful sight in front of him would go away. Those wonderful, amazing lights were all submerged in the pool in various spots near the bottom, the refractions making it look like there were twice as many. The pool looked like it had a weird, unique case of the chickenpox. It was breathtaking.

Little puffs of Alan’s breath were condensing into the familiar white clouds in front of his face due to the chill, but he didn’t care. The sight in front of him was much more important. Before he could sign a thank you, or maybe even just cry (which he would hate, thank God for interruptions), Gordon slung an arm around Alan’s shoulders, catching the freckled boy’s attention again.

Gordon waited for those wide, blue eyes to look at him directly before beginning, “I can’t even begin to imagine what happened up there. Part of me wants to be selfish and never come up with thoughts even close to that kind of shit, but… it’s not fair to you.”

Alan blinked and was suddenly turned 90 degrees to be standing front-to-front with Gordon. The older brother continued speaking when he put his hands on Alan’s shoulders, stretching his arms out to their full length, “You don’t… you don’t have to talk about everything, I know that first hand, but… don’t shut us out. You’re not a burden, you’re not a problem, I know that’s a thought of yours that’s been made worse by that bastard but the last thing I want is to--”

Gordon choked off his words due to a mixture of rage and pure sadness bubbling within. Suddenly, he couldn’t look Alan in the eyes anymore, “I just don’t want to fail you any more than I already have.”

Gordon looked down at their feet to watch some of his tears fall to the ground and splish-splash on the concrete. Dammit, he promised a lot of things (mainly himself) that he would be strong for this, but he supposes he was never the best at taking things seriously.

Gordon’s breath hitched at the feeling of two small hands on his cheeks. Those same hands brought his face back up to look at Alan sadly grinning, his own tears starting to form in his blue eyes. Before Gordon could curse himself out for failing this plan so spectacularly, his heart stopped in a good way at a tiny admission, a verbal one.

“Please… don’t make… me cry, too…”

Holy shit. Part of Gordon’s brain thought, ‘sweet, it only took a few weeks, a new record!’ but the other part, the big brother one day I’ll be better than Scott! part leaped a hundred feet in the air out of pure joy. With a laugh, Gordon yanked Alan into his arms and squeezed tight. Alan simply returned the gesture, albeit his arms were around Gordon’s waist, nor was his grip as strong. They did both have tear tracks on their cheeks, however.

Alan was still there. He was still their selfless, annoying, little bro, and he might not be fully back, but it was enough to know that not even the fucking Hood could take him away from them.

It would take a while to get back to normal. Scott would still pass out due to exhaustion from time to time until he fully realized it was all over, John, while not physically up on ‘Five, would take a while to fully come back down to Earth, Virgil was going to be found at that damn piano bench more than in his own room, and God only knew how Kayo or even Dad was going to react as the days went forward.

But they would get there. The Terrible Two were going to make sure of it, one prank at a time.

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pickalilywrites · 7 years ago

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For my friend Silver on ffnet~ I was supposed to write this before but I didn’t watch the movie until last week ^^” I hope you like it though :D It’s funny because there were a couple of times where I’ve written fics and people would mention that it reminded them of the movie even though I’d never seen it. Thanks for giving me a reason to watch~ it looks weird on my dash but fine on mobile and my blog??? let me know if this is an issue and i’ll upload it again tomorrow morning ;~;

I’ll See You in the Place Where We’ll Meet

Rivetra. Kimi no Na wa AU.

5464 words.

Every night she dreams of the same boy.

He sits beside her as they stare at the horizon where the sun kisses the earth before it leaves to meet the sky. It illuminates the sky with brilliant colors – pinks and purples, golds and blues – like a watercolor painting.

She feels like she’s seen him before, perhaps in a place like this, and she asks, “Who are you?”

The boy with the raven hair and the silver eyes leans over to whisper his name in her ear and she whispers it back to him, letting it slip from her lips.

Before she can open her mouth to give him her name, the sun lifts itself into the sky and all the colors fade to black.

She wakes up in her bedroom all alone, his name already fading from her lips. She can hardly recall the color of his eyes or the way he looked at her just before they had to leave.

Every morning she wakes up crying, but she doesn’t know why.

She goes to school, but she can’t pay attention to the lecture despite knowing that the material will definitely be on the quiz tomorrow. All she can think about is the dream she can’t remember. She can’t remember any of her dreams lately. All that comes up is a blank space.

“Petra,” Eld says, sitting next to her once break starts. His voice shakes her from her thoughts. He looks at her, concerned. Usually it’s Gunter who’s worrying after her, so she wonders why he looks at her with such an expression. “Are you alright? You didn’t seem like yourself yesterday.”

She sits up and gives him a puzzled look. “Wasn’t I?” she asks. She doesn’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary yesterday. She has been feeling rather odd lately, but it’s not like her to act in ways that would let people know. “Did I do something strange?”

Her friends exchange looks with each other.

“Well, you weren’t as cheerful,” Gunter finally says. It doesn’t sound like that big of a deal, not acting that cheerful, but Gunter keeps looking at her nervously and she wonders what she did yesterday to make him act this way. “You scowled a lot and were a little…uh, rude.”

“Rude?”

Auruo slaps his hand on the table to get her attention. “You were downright cruel, saying my haircut was stupid just after I said good morning to you. You talked back to the teacher as well and were made to clean the classroom after school, although you were strangely happy about that. You said this place was a mess!” Auruo gives her a glare, probably still hurt from the insult he claims she gave him yesterday. “I know your feelings for me are making you feel strange things, but you don’t have to be so horrible!”

She’d pinch him, but she’s thinking over what he’s said. She can’t remember any of it. When she looks up, her friends are still giving her looks of concern, so she forces a smile on her face to ease their worry. “Ah, I was having an off day yesterday. Sorry I was acting so strangely.”

They look at her suspiciously but say nothing further, instead talking about what to expect for tomorrow’s quiz. She tries to engage with them during their conversation, but all she can think about the things they’ve mentioned that she can’t remember.

That night she sees him again, the boy with the raven hair. They’re observing that same twilight that they always do. She knows she’s been here several times before with the same boy.

She feels strange speaking to him, the boy she only sees in her dreams, and thinks he’s very quiet. He just sits there observing the sun as it begins its ascension to the sky. She wonders if it would be terrible for her to interrupt him while he’s lost in thought, but he probably doesn’t dislike her or mind her company because he’s always watching the dawn with her.

“Why do we always meet here?” Petra asks him when she finally musters up the courage.

“You don’t like it?” he asks. She wonders why the sound of his voice makes her heart skip a beat or why she feels like she’s heard him speak many times before.

It takes her a minute to realize that hasn’t given him an answer yet because she’s been staring at him. Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she says, “I’m just wondering, why here?”

He pauses for the longest time and she thinks that maybe he doesn’t want to talk to her, that maybe her presence is a bother to him. Of all the times they’ve met here, how many times have they actually spoken to each other? But maybe it’s because he was deciding whether or not to speak with her, deciding if she needs to know what he’s about to say. He must have decided it was alright in the end because he finally replies, “It’s the best place to meet. It’s where the night meets day. My family says…that’s where everything can happen.”

The look he gives her makes her turn away. It’s like she’s supposed to realize something, but she doesn’t know what he’s trying to tell her. She averts her gaze to look at the dawn instead, hoping he won’t think her rude.

As the sun rises, the colors blend and bleed into each other across the sky. She knows she’s probably seen in a million times over in dreams like this one, but the sight of it still takes her breath away.

“It’s beautiful,” she says.

He looks at her for a moment before turning his gaze back to the sun rising in the sky. As it leaves the earth, the colors around it begin to fade to black.

“It’s okay,” the boy finally says before they disappear.

When she wakes up, she doesn’t recognize the face in the mirror. She’s supposed to have ginger hair and amber eyes, but the face staring back has black hair, a sour frown, and tired gray eyes. She leans closer to the mirror, thinking that perhaps she’s still half-asleep, but the face stays the same. Maybe it’s a dream? But this face looks so familiar…

The door slams open and a girl with dark hair bursts in. Her face has a similar expression that matches the one on Petra’s new face, but the frown is less severe. When the girl sees Petra jump at her sudden appearance, she doesn’t look even slightly sorry.

“Oh, you’re her again, aren’t you?” the girl asks.

“I’m, er, her?” Petra says. She doesn’t quite know how to wrap her head around any of this. Why is she in such a strange place? Why is she wearing the face of a stranger? And who is this girl who has come into her room? She looks at the girl, hoping that she’ll be able to give her some clarity. “You know who I am?”

“Sort of,” the girl replies. She doesn’t seem at all concerned at Petra’s confusion, instead turning away already to leave. “It’s normal for us, so it’s not a big deal. If you don’t hurry, you’ll be late for school. He’ll be mad if you miss school for him. He’s already been marked absent for so many days although that’s mostly his own fault.”

The girl has barely said anything to her, but Petra feels more and more confused with every word she speaks. When she says “he,” she must be referring to the owner of the body she’s wearing. The girl doesn’t look particularly worried and she did say this was “normal,” but what exactly is this? Is it body switching or strange dreams? She hopes it’s the latter because if she’s in his body then that must mean…

“Are you coming or not?” the girl asks, popping her head back in to check on Petra.

“Er, I’ll come!” Petra says hurriedly, grabbing the bag that hangs on the chair and rushing out. She doubts that the girl will be able to answer all her questions and there’s a big chance she’ll still be lost after all the explanation, but she’d rather not be left alone.

“I had the strangest dream,” Petra says to the boy that night. She observes him out of the corner of her eye, not wanting him to catch her staring. That would be too creepy. “I looked just like you.”

“That’s funny because I had the same dream except I was you,” the boy replies. He doesn’t sound surprised at all. He’s exactly like how the girl was, Petra thinks.

“Oh,” Petra says. She curls up her legs under her chin and wraps her arms around them. When she sees the boy is too busy staring at the dawn to notice her, she lets herself look at him freely. It’s strange to think that she was wearing his body, same face, same eyes, same hands. “These people who looked like you, in my dream they said you were your family, they said it was normal.”

She expects him to laugh or perhaps just look at her with an unamused smile and tell her it was nonsense, that it was just a weird dream, but he says, “It is.”

“I don’t…”

“Don’t think about it to much,” the boy says. He turns his gaze from the sun to her. “What did you do in that dream then when you were me?”

“I just went to school and took notes. This girl who said she was your cousin, Mikasa, showed me to the school and these people named Isabel and Farlan helped explain things to me,” she tells him. Hearing him refer to it as a dream calms her nerves a bit. He also seems a bit friendlier than normal, so it makes her feel less nervous about talking to her. “What did you do when you were me?”

He’s quiet for a moment before he replies. “I punched one of the guys who went to your school,” he finally says.

“What?” Petra exclaims, alarmed. How can he say something like this so calmly? “I’d never do something like that!”

“I know,” he replies. He’s turned to the sun, the rays of light caressing his face, and she can see that he’s smirking slightly as he’s talking to her. “That’s what your friends said too.”

When she arrives at school that morning, she notices that her friends are staring at her strangely. She thinks that Auruo will start telling her why they’re gawking – he never knows how to keep his mouth shut – but he stares at her with the same sort of bewilderment that Eld and Gunter do.

Not being able to stand the silence any longer, Petra asks, “Is something the matter?”

Eld is the one who finally breaks the silence. “Are you…you today?” he asks, peering at her face closely.

Uncomfortable with his scrutiny, Petra pushes his face away and frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“Petra, you don’t remember? You…punched someone in the face yesterday,” Gunter says. “He had to go to the infirmary because his nose was bleeding so much. You had detention afterward too.”

Petra opens her mouth but closes it again when she realizes she has nothing to say. She doesn’t remember that at all, but the incident sounds vaguely familiar to her. It’s as if someone had mentioned it to her before, but who was it?

“You said it was because he was acting violently towards you after you rejected his confession,” Eld tells her. He watches her face closely to see if she has any recollection of the events.

She buries her face in her hands. Her head feels as if it’s about to split from dealing with all these strange things lately. “Do you know who it was that I punched?” she asks weakly. She hopes it was someone she hardly knows, a stranger from another class who admired her from afar. It would be easier than if she had punched an acquaintance.

“Just some bastard from the class across the hall,” Auruo replies. He leans back in his chair, a smug expression on his face. “Don’t worry. I told him you were especially offended because we were dating.”

Petra groans loudly. She thought punching a student in the face would be bad enough, but Auruo just had to make it worse.

When she sees the boy sitting so calmly like he does in all her dreams, she can’t help but feel a little miffed. Instead of sitting beside him like she usually does, she stomps over to him until she blocks his view.

“You punched someone in the face?” she asks, absolutely infuriated. “Do you know how this looks for me?”

He looks right past her. “I told you that before,” he says. “I was doing you a favor anyway. That guy was a real asshole.”

Petra glares at him. “You might be the one in control of my body, but it’s still mine and it’s still my life. I don’t want you wrecking my reputation by punching every asshole you come across.”

He shrugs and she thinks that it’s his way of showing that he doesn’t care, but he says, “Alright. I won’t do those sorts of things anymore if you don’t want me to.”

She’d like to stay mad at him, but she’s not the type to hold grudges. Besides, he does seem like the kind of person to keep his word and it’s not like he asked to trade bodies with her.

Petra settles down next to him to observe the rising sun. “So this is real?” she asks. “You’re really me sometimes and I’m really you?”

“Yeah,” he replies.

She grasps at a memory, but she can’t really remember of it’s his or hers. Is it his memory of it’s her in his body? She remembers someone telling her… “Your family mentioned that this was normal for members in your bloodline, switching bodies with someone. Is it just random all the time? Or do you get to choose.”

“Hm.” He doesn’t say anything else, so she thinks that maybe he doesn’t know or else he doesn’t want to tell her. Still, these things seem so confusing so perhaps it’s the former.

It’s such a strange thing to be connected in someone this way. To see him only in his dreams and to wear his skin. There is this feeling of intimacy, to be able to use his very same hands and hear his voice in her words. She wonders if he feels the same way. How does he feel about wearing her shoes, walking the same steps she takes to school, and seeing her face in the mirror in place of his?

“Er…,” she says, unsure of how to ask him. It’s only beginning to occur to him how awkward it must be for him to be in a girl’s body. She doesn’t even want to think about it, but she can already feel the color rise to her cheeks.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Nothing,” Petra replies hastily. She tries to think of something else to talk about. “I just…we should keep track of this, shouldn’t we?”

That morning she wakes and dreads it because she knows she’ll likely get to school and be told of something else she did that was out of character. As she walks past her dresser to get ready for the morning, she notices a note stuck to her mirror. Not remembering putting it there herself, she walks over curiously and peels off the note.

The handwriting on it is unfamiliar to her. It’s small and neat. Only two words are scrawled on the little post-it: “Check notebook.”

Looking down at the dresser, Petra sees one of her unused notebooks placed where she hadn’t left it before. A pen is set neatly next to it. Gingerly, she opens it up to its first page and is surprised that the next few pages are filled. There’s yesterday’s date written on the top followed by a long list.

She’ll probably be late if she reads the whole thing, but she thinks it might contain answers. Maybe she can finally figure out what’s been happening.

Petra Ral, it says. You said this was the best way to keep track of what was happening when we were in each other’s bodies. Here’s a list of everything I did while I was you.

It’s surprisingly thorough, even timing how long it took to eat meals and what was eaten. She thinks that most people should be afraid in this situation. She’s been having moments where she can’t remember what she’s done and now to have a stranger claim to be her through notes should be frightening, but she finds something oddly reassuring about the notes. They’re very detailed, so clearly this person is either a good liar or a person who cares about the situation as much as she does.

Petra traces the name signed at the end of the note, committing it to memory so she never forgets.

That day she doesn’t even blink when her friends ask her about why she ditched class yesterday, only smiles and tells them that she wasn’t herself.

“It’s so strange to live as you,” Petra tells him as they watch the dawn together. They’ve gotten closer after all this time and she wonders how many sunrises they’ve watched in dreams just like this. “Do you think it’s very different living as me? Living in the city, I mean. It’s so much quieter in the countryside where your family is.”

“Do you hate it?” he asks. She notices that he doesn’t like answering questions about himself. At first she thinks it’s because he hates her, but she’s starting to think that it’s because he dislikes talking about himself. He seems to enjoy talking to her enough to hold a conversation and that’s enough to make her happy.

“No, I don’t,” she says truthfully. She used to think that switching bodies and strange dreams were troublesome, but she doesn’t think that anymore. She can’t imagine being without them. “What about you?”

“It’s fine,” he says, lying down on the hill and closing his eyes. There’s a serene expression on his face and she can’t help thinking that it looks so beautiful.

“It looks like you’re getting used to switching bodies with him,” the strange girl Petra had met the first time says. She’s learned that the girl’s name is Mikasa and that she’s the boy’s cousin. “I’m very impressed. I thought it would take you longer.”

“Well, we’re borrowing each other’s bodies, so we should help each other out,” Petra says cheerfully. She’s gotten used to hearing the deep voice come from his – well, her – mouth and the face has become more familiar to her. “This happens to all of the family members then? It will happen to you too?”

“Yeah,” Mikasa says. She sits down across from Petra and watches as the girl writes lengthy notes about everything she had done that day. “It happens to all of us.”

“Are you excited then?” Petra asks. She scribbles the details of the day in the notebook for the boy to look at tomorrow. “It seems like you all know what to expect from it. Whenever I talk to any of you about it, you guys act like you know everything. You’re not frightened about who winds up with your body or whose body you wind up with?”

Mikasa shrugs. She’s a lot like her cousin that way. “It’s not like it lasts forever. It’s only for a year or so. Then it stops altogether.”

Her pen stops moving. “It stops?” Petra asks. She should be thrilled to hear that, but the news only makes her feel cold inside. “He never told me that.”

Again, Mikasa shrugs. “I guess he didn’t think it was important.”

It’s difficult to describe how she feels right now. It’s something like betrayal, but were they ever really friends in the first place? Perhaps they were just two strangers thrust into an unwanted circumstance. It’s not as if he owes her anything, but she can’t help but feel hurt every time she looks at him.

She curls up her legs under her chin and picks at the grass, plucking out blades one by one. There is this unbearable silence between them and what makes it the most painful is that she doesn’t know if it hurts for him too. Unable to stand it any longer, she finally asks, “How come you didn’t tell me that it would come to an end?”

He doesn’t answer the question, instead saying, “You don’t sound very thrilled.”

For some reason this response is like a dagger to her chest and she asks, “Why should I be?” Her tone is sharp, meant to cut him, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Because it’s bothersome to be switching bodies all the time and taking notes for each other,” he responds easily. “If this stops, we get to live our lives like normal people.”

She wants to be angry. She wants to be furious at this stranger who finds her troublesome. It would be better than crying in front of someone who doesn’t want to know her, but her lip quivers when she speaks. “And when this stops, we’ll just forget everything? It will just fade away like a dream?”

“Yes.” The indifference in his voice is what hurts her the most.

A cruel reminder of the time they have left is written in the next few pages of her notebook.

The words in his handwriting makes her feel like crying, but she feels as if she’s cried all night even though her pillow is dry from tears.

She’s done accepting her situation, just simply living through it obliviously. No, this time she’ll do something about it to preserve it. She doesn’t care if the boy in her dream cares nothing for their bond. She’ll preserve it even if he won’t.

Petra spends the next days studying accounts of body swapping. She didn’t think fingers could be injured from turning pages so often, but she has so many paper cuts from flipping through books so frequently. Her eyes hurt every time she wakes up in the morning no matter which person she wakes up as. Her friends tease her for being so interested in something so silly and fantastical, but she ignores them.

And yet while she searches for the answer – any answer - rigorously, there is none to be found and each night she collapses on her bed with the feeling that she’ll be alone soon.

She finally gives up and goes back to living life the way she did before, but it feels different. Her daily actions are monotone and mechanical. Petra begins to wonder if she should skip school. It seems that the boy does it regularly in his own life and nobody would bat an eyelash if she did so as well thanks to him.

“Are you really that troubled at the thought of being severed from him?” Mikasa asks Petra, breaking her train of thought.

She knows better than to discuss her feelings with her. Soon she’ll never see her again. Besides, she might be as uncaring as her cousin, but the fact that she’s asking makes her seem almost…concerned about her and she’s been longing to talk to someone about it.

“It’s just that…I don’t understand how you could have such a connection with someone and then not care at all that it will disappear someday,” Petra says hesitantly. She reaches up to twirl a lock of her hair between her fingers, a nervous habit she has, but forgets that her hair is short right now and all she does is reach for air. “He doesn’t seem to care at all. He’s not even trying to stop it from disappearing…”

Mikasa is silent for a moment before she responds. “I don’t think it’s that he’s uncaring. It’s just that our family has been through this before. We’ve all tried to preserve the connection, but it never works out. He’s seen the pain it’s caused his relatives from before. He keeps his distance because he knows it can’t last.”

Petra frowns. “But he’s written notes to me. If he didn’t want to get involved, he wouldn’t have done something like that, would he?”

“That was your idea, wasn’t it?” Mikasa says. She looks at the notebook that Petra had been writing in all this time. “He never would have done that if you hadn’t suggested it in the first place, but you’ve roped him in. Don’t think that this isn’t painful for him. He let you come close knowing that you’d disappear from him forever. At least for you it won’t be as painful because you’ll forget everything, but he’ll know that he’s met you and it will leave a void in him that will always be empty.”

Petra furrows her brow. “What do you mean he’ll know he’s met me? How is that any different from anyone else?”

Mikasa pauses to think about whether she should reveal more about it or just keep her in the dark. She must think that it would be better for Petra to know everything because she says, “There are these threads that connect everyone. It’s like that legend about the red string of fate.” Mikasa holds out her hands and spreads her fingers. Petra can almost see the threads tied to each of her digits, stretching to people in her past, present, and future. “Us Ackerman are lucky enough to connect with that fated someone in the same way you’ve connected with my cousin, but that bond is always severed. It’s more like a curse that way because you get so close to someone before you’re torn apart.”

She’s beginning to understand why he’s hidden all of this from her. Just hearing about it is making her heart ache, but she knows he’ll be the one who’s broken in the end. She’ll be the fortunate fool, lucky enough to forget everything while he remembers.

She regrets not speaking with him all those times they’ve met at twilight. She was stubborn and stupid, angry at him for allowing this to happen. But now…

“I understand,” she tells him, “why you didn’t want me to know. Mikasa told me everything.”

He looks at her, a pain in his eye, and it hurts to think that soon she won’t be able to see that face anymore – neither in the mirror or in her dreams.

“But I want you to know that I don’t regret any of this. Even if I forget, I don’t care because at least I got to know you. Even if I won’t remember, at least I was lucky enough to know you.” She didn’t want it to be too sentimental, but she’s already tearing up. She brings her hands to her face so he won’t see her tears fall, but she can’t hide the way her voice is shaking. “But still…I don’t want to forget you.”

She’s surprised when he stands up and places a gentle hand on her head. It’s the first time she’s seen him with such a soft expression on his face and she should be happy, but his sad smile makes her chest feel so heavy.

“I’ll find you,” he tells her. He places both hands on either side of her face and tilts her head so he can look at her. “After this is over, I’ll be the one to find you even if you forget, so just remember my name.”

“I will. I promise,” she says, and she closes her eyes as he leans in to whisper his name in her ear the same way he did in that very first dream.

Ackerman, he tells her. Levi Ackerman.

That morning she wakes up with the vague memory of a boy with dark hair and gray eyes, but he’s quickly fading. Petra scrambles out of bed, muttering his name over and over but the words don’t sound right and she feels that she’s getting it wrong. It’s only after a few seconds that she realizes that it’s already disappearing from her mind.

The notebook. The notebook on her dresser should have his name written over and over in his handwriting. Proof that he existed, that they existed, and that this whole thing isn’t a dream, but ink fades as soon as she opens the pages and the sunlight hits it. All that’s left are empty pages and a void at the bottom of her heart.

Tears leak from her eyes, drip down her cheeks, but she doesn’t know why she’s crying.

Sometimes she turns her head whenever she sees a man with dark hair pass her by. She doesn’t know why. All she knows is that she’s been doing this for years now and each time she’s disappointed when she doesn’t find what she’s looking for. Her friends have teased her about it and she laughs along with them, but she feels an ache inside her. There was a time where she believed she would but now she’s beginning to believe it less and less.

Still, it’s the reason why she drags her friends out to the countryside every month to go camping. There’s something familiar about the grassy hills and open sky, but she can’t put her finger on it. While it doesn’t fill the emptiness inside of her, being there is comforting to her for some strange reason. And she never misses the sunrise. Her friends grumble when she wakes them early to watch the sun kiss the earth goodbye before rising into the sky, but the sight of it is so exhilarating that she knows they don’t regret waking.

Usually she sets a timer, but this night she’s restless. It’s like she’s waiting for something, but she doesn’t know what. She keeps checking her phone and her watch for the time. The minutes tick by too slowly. She should fall asleep, let the alarm on her phone wake her, but she’s too restless. It doesn’t matter anyway. If she doesn’t leave now, she’s going to be too late, she thinks as she leaves her friends behind and begins to walk. Too late for what?

She hardly knows where’s she going now, just that her legs are carrying her where she needs her go. Soon she’ll be in the place where she needs to be and find what she’s been looking for all this time.

In the end she finds herself stopped at the top of a hill. Beyond the hill, the horizon stretches before her, its edges lined with gold. She knows that if she waits a while the gold will rise into the sky, a burst of colors blooming around it as it rises, but none of that interests her now. The only thing she sees is the stranger standing across from her like he as if waiting for her this whole time.

She’s seen this scene before although she doesn’t know where. She recognizes the man who stands before him – she knows his face, his hair, his stance – but she swears she’s never seen him before. And yet she sees that when he turns around, he recognizes her too.

This is the part where she runs to him, leaps into his arms and tells him that he’s what she’s been searching for her entire life, but the sight of him makes her fall to her knees. It’s strange because she wants to speak with him and tell him how lonely it was before she met him, but the tears won’t stop falling. She’s sure that he’s run away by now, frightened by this stranger acting in such a bizarre way, but when she looks up he’s right there.

“Haven’t we met before?” he asks gently, holding her face in his hands. His thumb strokes her cheek, wiping away her tears. “I’ve had this feeling that I’ve been waiting for you all this time. And you’ve finally come.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” she says, smiling through her tears. “But I can’t seem to remember your name.”

“Then let me tell you,” he says, and he leans in towards her in a way that she feels he’s done so many times before.

She closes her eyes as he whispers his name in her ear, committing it to memory, and she savors the sound of his name coming from her lips as she whispers it over and over again.

#rivetra #snk #kimi no na wa au #petra ral #levi ackerman #requests #ahhh i'm kind of nervous about this one #but i really like it in the end #the title reminds me of revolutionary girl utena #heehee

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*CRACKED DOWN ON ILLEGAL MINING; 27 VEHICLES INCLUDING 9 EXCAVATORS SEIZED, 9 CASE FIRS REGISTERED, 18 OFFENDERS ARRESTED: REASI POLICE* Today in an action against illegal mining Reasi police lodged Nine case FIR’s & arrested 18 offenders with the seizure of 27 Vehicles including 9 excavators involved in theft of minor minerals in different areas of district Reasi. In incidents of illegal mining at Anji Khad Reasi, case FIR'S numbers 62, 63 and 64 US 379 IPC and 3/4 Damaged to Public Property Act stands registered at Police Station Reasi and investigations initiated. During the course of investigations Excavator bearing registration numbers JK20B 6727, and two Excavators without numbers, four dumpers bearing registration numbers JK19A 0175, JK02CH 0450, JK20A 4797 and JK02BJ 1410 seized in the case and drivers of the vehicles namely Vijay Kumar S/o Shanker Singh R/O Sewna Chenani Udhaipur, Suram Chand S/O Girdhari Lal R/O Bhagga Seela , Arif Khan S/O Mohd Iqbal R/O kala Kot Rajouri and Mir Hussain S/O Qasam Din R/O Talwara, Jugal Kumar S/O Diwan Chand R/O Khinyari, Govind S/O Krishan Lal R/O Khanyari Tehsil Pouni got arrested in the case. In another incident of illegal mining at Hemna , case FIR no 65 Stands registered at Police Station Reasi & investigation initiated. Two Excavators bearing registration numbers JK02BJ 3881 and one without number, four Dumpers bearing registration numbers JK11A 0533, JK14C 7526,JK11C 3224 and JK02CS 9810 seized in the case and offenders namely Purab Singh S/O Kartar Singh R/O Sanghad Tehsil Pouni, Raj Kumar S/o Chaman Lal R/O Bhamla, Ajit Singh S/O Dharam Singh R/O Ransoo, Mohd Arif S/O Mohd Amir Khan R/O Azmabad Tehsil Mandi Distt. Poonch got arrested in the case. In Kanthan block incident of illegal mining reported and case FIR no 66 Stands registered at Police Station Reasi with the seizure of two Excavators (Earth Movers) and two dumpers bearing registration numbers JK20B 5464, JK20 5169 Owner and drivers of the Vehicles namely Kashmir Singh S/O Mohan Singh R/O Bandrai Sunderbani, kayam Din S/O Mohd Sharief R/O latti Udhampur, Karpal Singh S/O Janak Singh R/O Bantlab got arrested in the case. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbDTKZzpSzZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Meditation: Does the Lord Jesus seem distant when trials or adversity come your way? It was at Jesus' initiative that the disciples sailed across the lake, only to find themselves in a life-threatening storm. Although they were experienced fishermen, they feared for their lives. While Jesus was not with them in the boat, he, nonetheless watched for them in prayer. When he perceived their trouble he came to them on the sea and startled them with his sudden appearance. Do you look for the Lord's presence when you encounter difficulty or challenges?

Fight fear with faith

This dramatic incident on the sea of Galilee revealed Peter's character more fully than others. Here we see Peter's impulsiveness - his tendency to act without thinking of what he was doing. He often failed and came to grief as a result of his impulsiveness. In contrast, Jesus always bade his disciples to see how difficult it was to follow him before they set out on the way he taught them. A great deal of failure in the Christian life is due to acting on impulse and emotional fervor without counting the cost. Peter, fortunately in the moment of his failure clutched at Jesus and held him firmly. Every time Peter fell, he rose again. His failures only made him love the Lord more deeply and trust him more intently.

The Lord keeps watch over us at all times, and especially in our moments of temptation and difficulty. Do you rely on the Lord for his strength and help? Jesus assures us that we have no need of fear if we trust in Him and in his great love for us. When calamities or trials threaten to overwhelm you, how do you respond? With faith and hope in God's love, care and presence with you?

" Lord Jesus, help me to trust you always and to never doubt your presence and your power to help me. In my moments of doubt and weakness, may I cling to you as Peter did. Strengthen my faith that I may walk straight in the path you set before me, neither veering to the left nor to the right."

REPAIR SHOP

“Miriam and Aaron spoke against Moses.” —Numbers 12:1

Moses prayed for Miriam after she accused him, and she was healed (Nm 12:13ff). Jesus prayed for and suffered for His accusers. Those who repented and received Him were given eternal life. He “bore wrongs patiently” and achieved the greatest work of mercy ever, dying for His enemies (see Rm 5:8-10).

Some years ago, when the news broke of sexual scandals of some Catholic priests, a certain man was publicly berating all priests, even on occasion during Holy Mass. This angered me to the point that I had to bring it to the Sacrament of Reconciliation. A holy priest I knew was hearing Confessions that day. With peaceful calmness, he quietly mentioned that it is a spiritual work of mercy to bear wrongs patiently, which in turn could be offered up as a reparation to God and for all impacted by scandal.

I considered this holy priest to be, like Moses, “by far the meekest man on the face of the earth” (Nm 12:3). When wrongly rebuked, he responded by praying for the healing of his tormentor.

Many religious sisters, brothers, and priests have dedicated their lives to making acts of reparation. Yet in America vocations, and thus repairers, are declining. Perhaps this has resulted in the increase of sin, partly due to some brokenness not being repaired. There’s a large backlog in God’s repair shop, and He’s always hiring. Who will work for Jesus by doing His repair work with patience, grace, and mercy? Be a “repairer of the breach” (Is 58:12). “Repair the house of your God over the years” (2 Chr 24:5).

Prayer: Jesus, I will not let Your kingdom fall further into disrepair. Grace me to fix what is broken (Is 61:1-3; Lk 4:18-19).

Promise: Jesus said: “It is I. Do not be afraid!” —Mt 14:27

Praise: Charles prays daily for all priests, for their accusers, and for the whole Church.

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Pieces of Me Fit Pieces of You

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Loki and Bucky both know what it is to have their minds ripped apart and stitched haphazardly back together again. When Asgard comes to Earth, and Thor has a whole bunch of litigation to cut through... Loki needs a place to stay. Luckily, Wakanda is already housing one fugitive...

Words: 5464, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Of Gods and Kings and Broken Things

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki, Loki & Thor, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

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Pieces of Me Fit Pieces of You

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki, Loki & Thor, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

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Heavens Prophecy: Sword & Shield

Heaven’s Prophecy: Sword & Shield https://ift.tt/kVP9I0W by saturny27 Dean is what’s known as a “bounty hunter”, independent people that help the royalty hunting supernatural creatures that harm the population of the kingdom of Morningstar in return of rewards. However, Dean’s routine changes drastically when King Nicholas convokes his presence to request his help in a mission of extreme importance, and that only he is capable of taking: rescuing the last angel on Earth and impending The Second Apocalypse. Words: 5464, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Heaven’s Prophecy AU Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Rowena MacLeod, Jo Harvelle, Cassie Robinson, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Nick (Supernatural), Kelly Kline (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Crowley (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Kevin Tran (Supernatural), Ellen Harvelle, Michael (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), (more to be added eventually) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: cyber/steampunk, royal au, Kinda, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Protective Sam Winchester, They’re all very fond of each other, Relationship(s), Shipp(s), Temporary Character Death, Slow Burn via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/6KkOl3u September 26, 2024 at 03:48PM

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The following reflection is from One Bread, One Body courtesy of Presentation Ministries © 2017. PERFECT TIMING "Stay with us. It is nearly evening — the day is practically over." —Luke 24:29 The Jewish people of Jesus' time measured their days not from morning to night but from evening to evening. Thus, Jesus began the day of His death with the Last Supper, the first Mass, and He ended the day of His resurrection with the second Mass. After a Liturgy of the Word (lasting for the time it takes to walk about seven miles), Jesus "took bread, pronounced the blessing, then broke the bread and began to distribute it to them. With that their eyes were opened and they recognized Him" (Lk 24:30-31). The early Church realized that Jesus' timing of the first two Masses (Eucharists) was very significant. Led by the Spirit (Jn 16:13), they devoted themselves to the breaking of the bread, that is, the Mass (Acts 2:42). Wherever the Church has emphasized devotion to the Mass throughout its history, it has seen the love, power, and glory of God. Therefore, let us fully enter into the Sunday celebration of the Mass. May it be the center of our Sunday and of our life. Let us pray the Mass daily or as often as possible. Let us visit the Blessed Sacrament frequently. A life eucharistically centered is a life centered on the crucified and risen Christ. Prayer: Father, teach me to pray and live the Mass. Promise: "Realize that you were delivered from the futile way of life your fathers handed on to you, not by any diminishable sum of silver or gold, but by Christ's blood beyond all price: the blood of a spotless, unblemished Lamb chosen before the world's foundation and revealed for your sake in these last days." —1 Pt 1:18-20 Praise: Praise to You risen Lord Jesus, King of heaven and earth! (We invite you to attend our retreat Celebrating the Sacraments With Joy at our Retreat Center in Peebles, OH, May 19-21. For information or to register, call 937-587-5464 or 513-373-2397 or visit www.presentationministries.com.) Rescript: In accord with the Code of Canon Law, I hereby grant the Imprimatur ("Permission to Publish") for One Bread, One Body covering the period from April 1, 2017 through May 31, 2017. †Most Reverend Joseph R. Binzer, Auxiliary Bishop, Vicar General of the Archdiocese of Cincinnati, December 1, 2016. The Imprimatur ("Permission to Publish") is a declaration that a book or pamphlet is considered to be free of doctrinal or moral error. It is not implied that those who have granted the Imprimatur agree with the contents, opinions, or statements

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Meditation: Where does evil come from and how can we eliminate it from our personal lives? Jesus deals with this issue in response to the religious leaders' concern with ritual defilement (uncleanness) - making oneself unfit to offer acceptable worship and sacrifice to God. The religious leaders were very concerned with avoiding ritual defilement, some no doubt out of reverent fear of God, and others because they wanted to be seen as observant Jews. Jesus points his listeners to the source of true defilement - evil desires which come from inside a person's innermost being. Sin does not just happen from external forces. It first springs from the innermost recesses of our thoughts and intentions, from the secret desires which only the individual mind and heart can conceive.

God gives us his strength to resist sinful thoughts and desires

When Cain became jealous of his brother Abel, God warned him to guard his own heart: "Sin is couching at the door; it's desire is for you, but you must master it" (Genesis 4:7). Cain unfortunately did not take God's warning to heart. He allowed his jealousy to grow into spite and hatred for his brother, and he began to look for an opportunity to eliminate his brother all together. When jealously and other sinful desires come knocking at the door of your heart, how do you respond? Do you entertain them and allow them to overtake you? Fortunately God does not leave us alone in our struggle with hurtful desires and sinful tendencies. He gives us the grace and strength we need to resist and overcome sin when it couches at the door of our heart.

God's word has power to set us free to chose what is good and reject what is wrong

The Lord Jesus wants to set us free from the burden of guilt and from the destructive force of sin and wrong-doing in our personal lives. He wants to purify our hearts and renew our minds so we can freely choose to love and do what is right, good, just, and wise. The Lord Jesus is ready to change and purify our hearts through the grace and help of the Holy Spirit who dwells within us. Like a physician who probes the wound before treating it, God through his Word and Spirit first brings sin into the light that we may recognize it for what it truly is and call upon his mercy and grace for pardon, healing, and restoration. The Spirit of truth is our Counselor and Helper. His power and grace enables us to choose what is good and to reject what is evil. Do you believe in the power of God's love to heal, change, and transform your heart and mind?

"Lord Jesus, fill me with your Holy Spirit and make my heart like yours. Strengthen my heart, mind, and my will that I may freely choose to love what is good and to reject what is evil."

WORK FORCE

“The Lord God then took the man and settled him in the garden of Eden, to cultivate and care for it.” —Genesis 2:15

Work was part of paradise. Man cultivated and cared for the garden of Eden before he sinned. We still experience glimpses of fulfillment and creativity in work. Yet, after the fall of man, work has been warped by sin, and our experience of work is often closer to Hell than Paradise.

The good news is that when Jesus redeemed us, He saved every aspect of our lives, including work. We no longer must earn our bread by the sweat of our brows (Gn 3:19). We have a loving Father Who knows what we need (Mt 6:32). We need not be like unbelievers, always worrying about what we are to eat, drink, or wear (Mt 6:31). If we seek first the kingdom of God, everything we need is given to us (Mt 6:33).

Now we’re free to work not for perishable food, but for food that lasts unto life eternal (Jn 6:27). Are you working in slavery or freed from slavery? Accept Jesus’ redemption and liberation for your work.

Prayer: Jesus, if I accept Your freedom in my work, I am free indeed (Jn 8:36).

Promise: “You renew the face of the earth.” —Ps 104:30

Praise: St. Scholastica was absolutely pure her entire life and lived for Jesus as a nun. Her life of faithfulness was hidden with Christ in God (Col 3:3).

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Meditation: What kind of ruler does the world need today? Who can establish true peace and justice for all? When the people of Israel settled into the promised land, they wanted a king to unite and rule them like the other nations around them. Their first king, Saul, failed to establish a dynasty. But when David was anointed king God established a covenant with him and promised that his dynasty would last forever. Among the Jews the most common title for the Messiah (the Hebrew word for Christ or the Anointed One) was the Son of David. The Jews looked forward to the long-expected Savior who would come from the line of David. Jesus was often addressed with that title, especially by the crowds (Mark 10:47ff, Matthew 9:27; 12:23).

Jesus, the Anointed King and Ruler of All, fulfills the promise God made with David

Why did Jesus question the Jews on the claim that their Messiah or Christ would be the son of David? After all the New Testament makes clear that Jesus himself is a direct descendant from the line of David's throne (Romans 1:3, 2 Timothy 2:8, Matthew 1:1-17, Luke 3:23-38). Jesus posed the question to make his hearers understand that the Messiah is more than the son of David. Jesus makes his point in dramatic fashion by quoting from one of David's prophetic psalms, Psalm 110:The Lord said to my Lord, Sit at my right hand, till I put your enemies under your feet.How can the son be the lord of his father? Jesus, who took upon himself our human nature for our sake, is not only the son of David, he is first and foremost the Son of God eternally begotten of the Father. The Messiah King whom God promised to send would not only come from David's line, but would be greater than any earthy ruler who came before or would come after.

Jesus claimed a sovereignty that only God can claim - a sovereignty that extends not only to the ends of the earth but to the heavens as well. But the way Jesus would establish his kingdom was far different from any of the expectations of the tiny nation of Israel. Jesus came to rule hearts and minds, not lands and entitlements. He came to free people from the worst tyranny possible - slavery to sin, Satan, and a world ruled by greed and lust for power and wealth.

Jesus, risen in glory by the power of the Holy Spirit, now reigns as Lord over all of creation

Paul the Apostle states that no one can say 'Jesus is Lord' except by the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 12:3). It is the role of the Holy Spirit to make the Lord Jesus present and known in our lives. We can accept the Lord Jesus or reject him, love him or ignore him. He will not force his rule upon us. But the consequences of our choice will not only shape our present life but our destiny as well.

Is your life submitted to the Lordship of Jesus?

What does it mean to acknowledge that Jesus is Lord? The wordlord meansruler orking - the one who is owed fealty and submission. The Lord and Master of our lives is the person or thing we give our lives over to and submit to in a full way. We can be ruled by many things - our possessions, the love of money, our unruly passions, alcohol, drugs, and other forms of addictions. Only one Lord and Master can truly set us free to love and serve others selflessly and to be loved as God intended from the beginning. When we acknowledge that Jesus is Lord we invite him to be the king of our heart, master of our home, our thoughts, our relationships, and everything we do. Is the Lord Jesus the true king and master of your heart and do you give him free reign in every area of your life?

"Lord Jesus, I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of David and the Son of God. You are my Lord and I willingly submit myself to your rule in my life. Be Lord and King of my life, my thoughts, heart, home, relationships, work, and all that I do."

DOCTOR’S ORDERS

“I am certain that his eyes will be opened. Smear the fish gall on them. This medicine will make the cataracts shrink and peel off from his eyes.” —Tobit 11:7-8

Tobiah healed his father of blindness by applying fish gall to his eyes and peeling off the cataracts (Tb 11:12-13). Hezekiah was healed of a terminal illness when Isaiah applied a poultice of figs (Is 38:21). Paul gave Timothy medical advice to take some wine for a stomach ailment (1 Tm 5:23). The Bible approves of medicine (Wis 1:14) and commands us to hold the physician in honor (Sir 38:1).

At the same time, the Bible disapproves of putting doctors and medicine ahead of God. King Asa was condemned in Scripture for seeking physicians rather than the Lord to treat his diseased feet (2 Chr 16:12). St. Mark points out: “There was a woman in the area who had been afflicted with a hemorrhage for a dozen years. She had received treatment at the hands of doctors of every sort and exhausted her savings in the process, yet she got no relief; on the contrary, she only grew worse” (Mk 5:25-26).

Doctors have their place, but it is fourth place, after we have first prayed, repented, and worshiped (Sir 38:9-12). Medical treatment should be our last resort, not our first resort. Long-term doctor’s care, hospitalization, or medication may be depending too much on things meant to be only temporary means of God’s healing and not major parts of our lives.

Prayer: Father, may I not be brainwashed by society but value medical technology according to Your will.

Promise: “The majority of the crowd heard this with delight.” —Mk 12:37

Praise: Dr. Bowen prays with his patients before he operates on them.

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