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47crayons · 3 years ago

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THE WICKED WITHIN—A COMIC SANS WIP REINTRO

!!!!! it's here :D the wip that started to consume me and has been continuing to do so since, now with a much better sense of what exactly is Happening

current tww taglist let me know to be +/- !! @a-completely-normal-writer @writing-is-a-martial-art @wannabeauthorzofija @magic-is-something-we-create @croctears @writeblrfantasy @opes-magnas @author-a-holmes @zoya-writes@fuyugomori @ink-fireplace-coffee

transcript is under the cut!!!

[transcript: a powerpoint presentation of black text on white background, written entirely in comic sans.

start slide one the top left corner reads in red, "warnings (most relevant) war, death, drugs (& addiction), poison". in the center, "the wicked within", and underneath it in smaller font, "a comic sans reintro by @47crayons". the comments around the entire slide read "a family that is so found!!!", "gang rivalry :D and gang content in general", "crime found family basically", "childhood friends to STILL FRIENDS", "all queer cast :p", "eat the rich (not quite, but it’s the right sentiment aldskjfls)", "kickass women, yeah bay bee", "nuanced relationships between different groups :D", "morally grey characters!!!", "so many different governments!!!", "a (mostly alsjflksdj) stable relationship!!!" end slide one

start slide two in the beginning of time… there were four gods: eltenjer, he/him, earth; skari, he/him, fire; aenged, they/them, air; thilda, she/her, water. i didn’t /mean/ for them to have genders, but a quiet breeze whispered “psst. i use they/them.” in the beginning? so you mean… they’re not there anymore? kind of! the gods need followers to survive, and after several unfortunate events, they lost the majority of their followers. the aforementioned unfortunate events: the great ruination, in which natural disasters caused several years of famine and other hardship. the restoration era, in which renovation led people to believe they can live without the gods. if the gods are dead, what’s the point? the gods aren’t /really/ dead, closer to dormant. they can’t actively interact with the mortal realm, but IF they had followers, they would come back to life. oh. did i mention that they control the magic. end slide two

start slide three the dormant gods who can't do... anything control the magic??? hey, no one said magic always has to work. foreshadowing alert huge foreshadowing alert. let’s talk about how magic works, shall we :D people use the Spirit to do magic. people have a Vessel (representation of stamina or how much Sprit can be used at once, can be trained!). people also have a Strength (a type of magic that works well with the user, these have varying frequencies which also depends on location). there’s too much i could say here, but the important thing is the main characters’ Strengths. the right depicts an image of a flowchart showing that gods need followers and produce sprit. people need spirit to do magic. end slide three

start slide four okay but where are we??? where could the magic be so fucked? well, here, of course! the left side shows a line art map, split into five parts going clockwise: portingdale, worchester, the hooks, elderwood, unlabeled. the legend shows that there are mountains in portingdale, forests in elderwood, and rivers that run from portingdale to everywhere else. the place where the four labeled regions meet is called the Inner City. the text on the right reads. welcome to Kjer! there are 3 districts. but wait! there are five? sections? and one isn’t even labelled. worchester used to be a district,,, but it left after the war began. the unlabeled section is the disputed region (re: war). let’s talk more about this war. elderwood wanted easier access to water (see: the rivers in the Wetlands) elderwood & portingdale have been fighting there on and off for over half a century. the hooks has three wards: west (hella rich), south (lower income), north (somewhere in between). end slide four

start slide five whomst. skip to the next slide if you want the actual characters. character basics: the unnecessarily-winded-and-cram-a-lot-of-lore-in version. in the North Ward of The Hooks, there are three main gangs. Kaer Styen, meaning “wicked ones”, Ghetfaer Skarnen, meaning “trickster lords”, Ad Knesten, meaning “the grumbles”. that was so many capital letters i don’t like capital letters alskjdflksjd. they have rivalries and conflicts from time to time, but it’s pretty rare. the tww cast is kaer styen !!! their main means of profit is a drug called jezdin. relieves physical and mental pain. lethal in high. quantities/ when tampered with. can also be addictive. they operate out of a dingy tavern-like building, and they live upstairs!!! okay so this is purely for vibes. how did u know. end slide five

start slide six the Gang. literally :3 Kaer Styen, my beloved. the first thing in each of their bios is their Strength (re: the magic slide). artbreeders!!! i fixed quite a few of them, but my artbreeder skills are questionable at best. this slide is split into three columns. the first column shows a white person with short, brown, curly hair and a firm, but not angry, facial expression. len, he/him, pan. Shifter (can manipulate physical properties). cynical, very cynical (because he has killer instincts). “oh people are dying? am i dying? are you dying? why should i care?” in a relationship with cal. the second column shows a person who appears east asian with long, black, wavy hair and fair skin. chloe, she/her, aroace. Chemist (chemistry but magical). literal archery god. also she’s so quiet it’s SCARY. seems welcoming, emphasis on /seems/ she’ll destroy your ass. knows what you’re feeling. she just. knows. the third column shows a white person with dirty blonde hair. they are smiling. cal, they/them, bi. Whisperer (can persuade others through speech/music). so casually funny all your burdens disappear for a hot minute. gets very attached very deeply. grew up in Portingdale which becomes Important later. end slide six

start slide seven cont. also they have piercings!!!! maybe i will make some picrews later (listen, i KNOW i’ve said this before but. maybe i’m for realsies this time, okay?) this slide is also split into three columns. the first a smiling white female with light blonde hair. eden, she/her?, demi lesbian. Healer (healing magic <3). seen hell and doesn’t want others to suffer. still believes in the gods’ existence. we Don’t talk about her awful parents. raised by a lovely woman in the South Ward, known as Nana. this eye (left) is almost PURPLE which i didn’t do on purpose but is honestly such a cool idea. the second column shows a partially smiling black man with short curly hair. jereth, he/him, gay. powerful life magic thing (will be spoilers if i talk any more). joins them at the beginning. honestly kind of scared of them (who wouldn’t be), but wants to live up to expectations. throws himself into stuff to avoid Thoughts. the third column shows a woman with brown skin, black wavy hair, and a small smile. she is NOT a member of Kaer Styen, but i’m talking about her here all the same. adalaide, she/her, bi (i didn’t like the e in adelaide alskdfjlsj). Melder (metals and the like). heir to the Portingdale throne (assuming her dad doesn’t disown her). Cal’s ex from a few~ years ago she’s still a lil’ hung up on them. technically an antagonist but i love her. so all my characters are queer sue me </3 end slide seven

start slide eight some semblance of plot? coming right up!! the four (jereth isn’t there yet!) are attacked in the Inner City. turns out it’s portingdale soldiers. and then they discover that portingdale has been poisoning the southern rivers (affects worchester and the south ward) because worchester doesn’t really contribute to Kjer as a whole. word gets out, and elderwood, naturally, is even angrier at portingdale (remember, they've been at war). so, they try to stop portingdale from being power hungry enough to poison the entirety of a country while learning about why worchester is so isolated while ALSO trying not to get killed by everyone who hates them. end slide eight

start slide nine memes :> the first is the meme of spongebob reading a sheet of paper and burning it. the paper reads, "going into worchester by yourself is going to get you KILLED", and spongebob is labelled "chloe". the second is the levels of brain template labelled "jereth". from the weakest to most powerful: "trying to figure out his magic", "doing it by accident", "saving everyone's lives". the third is the sleeping person and brain meme. brain: "you're going to portingdale". cal: yeah, i know. brain: you'll see adalaide. cal's eyes are wide open in fear. the fourth says "corporate needs you to find the difference between this image and this image". the first image says, "family", and the second one says, "len, chloe, cal, jereth." eden says, "they're the same picture". the fifth is the spiderman copycat meme where jereth is copying len. end slide nine

/end transcript]

#rbs very much appreciated!!#the wicked within #tww reintro #writeblr #writing #wip #rose writes

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Trust Me

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by @adela-topaz-caelon: So, I love Juice, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a Juice x Female reader, in which the reader is Opie's younger sister, and helps the club in her own way. She's bubbly, but very ferocious when needs be, and the scenario I have in mind is they've always been attracted to each other, and good friends. When Potter first tries to coerce Juice, she knows something's up, works the truth out of him and goes on this mission for Juice that results in a fluffy coming together

Warnings: language, light angst, Juice being a soft and slightly sad boy

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I’m here for all these requests about helping Juice dig himself out of the hole he put himself in during this series haha. Love that for him. Also, this was the most I’ve ever written for Opie as a character and it was actually very enjoyable haha. Hope y’all like this! xo

SOA Taglist: @mijop @garbinge @masterlistforimagines (As always, let me know if you'd like to be tagged!)

You walked across the lot at T-M, scanning the garages for your brother, waiting to see him towering over everyone. He was nowhere to be found, though. With a quiet sigh, you walked up to the garage and waved to get someone’s, anyone’s attention who could give you an answer as to where he was.

Juice had spotted you the second you stepped down out of your car. He jogged over to you, a smile on his face as he met you on the pavement. His grin was one that was impossible not to return. He was wiping grease from the palms of his hands onto his pants so he could hug you without leaving any stains on you.

“Y/N, hey,” he wrapped you in a brief embrace, “All good?”

You stepped back and nodded, “All good. Just looking for Ope? Said he was gonna need help with a couple things tonight and to meet him here.”

Juice nodded, “Think he’s in the clubhouse.”

“Great! Thank you. I’ll see you in a bit,” you flashed him a smile before turning and walking across the lot to the clubhouse.

Juice was left there, unable to do anything besides watch you walk away. He couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by the way you walked, so lightly but with just enough authority to let people know that you weren’t someone to be messed with. Your smile was just inviting enough to let people know that you were kind, but not so disarming that you were setting yourself up to be taken advantage of. If growing up with Opie had taught you anything, it was how to carry yourself.

“You’re askin’ for trouble, brother,” Jax materialized behind him with a chuckle.

“What?” Juice tried to feign ignorance.

“Opie will stomp you out like the bug you are if you ever try to get too close to her.”

Juice shook his head, “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure,” he chuckled and clapped him on the back, “Whatever you say.”

Despite the fact that Jax had just called him out, he still couldn’t make himself walk back to the garage until you had disappeared into the clubhouse, the door shutting behind you. Juice let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. With a shake of his head, he walked back to the truck that he had been working on, his brain now running at a mile a minute with so many different thoughts of you.

Juice had fallen a little in love with you the first time he’d seen you. He hadn’t been in Charming all that long, and was just starting to slip into the role of prospect. He was in the clubhouse, stacking cases of beer behind the bar when you came striding in. It felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of his lungs as he looked you over—he was certain that you had made a wrong turn somewhere. There was no way that a girl like you purposely landed yourself in a place like the Samcro clubhouse.

You’d walked up to the bar, given him a smile that made him weak in the knees, and asked if he had seen your brother.

“Wh-who’s your brother?” he stammered out nervously, now jittery not just from the fact that he thought you were beautiful, but also from the fact that you were the sister of one of the men in the MC.

You laughed as you sat down on the stool directly across from him, “Ah, so you’re the new guy,” you looked him up and down before finally answering his question, “Opie.”

His eyes went wide, “Opie?”

You chuckled, “I know—I got the all the looks and he got all the height. Unfortunate division of genes.”

“Thought I heard trouble,” Opie’s voice cut through the clubhouse before the conversation between you and Juice could continue any further.

You laughed as he walked up behind you, resting his hands down on your shoulders and pulling you back into him, you head resting back against the leather of his kutte. Opie had dismissed Juice, granting himself some privacy to be able to talk to his sister without any interruptions. However as Juice left the clubhouse that day, he knew that you were someone he wasn’t going to be forgetting about any time soon.

The two of you had become friends rather quickly after that. You loved all of the guys in the MC—they were your brothers as much as they were Opie’s. But you couldn’t deny that there was something different about Juice. He had a type of light and kindness emanating from him that you just didn’t see in Charming very often, let alone in the club. Your brother had kept a close, scrutinizing eye on you when the two of you first started spending time together, but as time went on he conceded that maybe it was a good friendship for the both of you. You were level-headed enough to keep Juice reined in, and he kept you from taking yourself too seriously. It took some time, but Opie eventually stopped feeling like he had to constantly be looking over your shoulder whenever you were around Juice.

That first day felt like it was lifetimes ago now, though. You made your way back to the dorms once you didn’t see Opie sitting in the main area of the bar. The door to his room was closed, so you gave it a couple knocks and waited for your cue to enter. A few moments later, Opie pulled the door open and offered up a tired smile as he pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head.

“You look like shit,” you said with a laugh as you sat down on his bed.

“Good to see you too,” he chuckled and shook his head, trying to smooth out his extremely disheveled hair.

“Everything alright?”

“Need to ask you for a favor.”

You nodded, assuming that that was where this conversation was going to be heading, “Whatever you need.”

“Got some club business to handle. Most of us are gonna be outta town for a few days. Was wondering if you would be willing to stay here and help keep things running smoothly?”

You shrugged, nodding, “Yea, of course. Who’s gonna have the kids?”

“Mom.”

You nodded, a little surprised that your mother was still willing to take the kids when Opie had club business. You weren’t going to get into that discussion with him, though, “Who else is staying behind?”

“It’s just gonna be you, Chucky, and Juice. Gemma’s got family shit going on so we could really use you here at T-M. Mechanics will still be on deck and everything, but I’d feel better knowing we had someone else here who was Samcro.”

You loved that you got to be part of the inner circle of everything happening with the club. You didn’t get to know everything, but you got to know more than most. The fact that Opie trusted you meant the world to you. There was something exciting about the fact that every now and then he talked about you like you were part of the club.

“I got you,” you said with a nod, “But I’m crashing here. I don’t trust what might be on the sheets in anyone else’s dorms.”

He laughed, “Smart,” he ran his hands over his face, “Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it.”

“You guys heading out tonight?”

“Couple hours,” he sighed, “Sorry for the short notice.”

You shrugged, “No big deal. We always figure it out,” you stood up and gave him a hug, “I’m gonna go pack some shit to bring here with me for the next few days. I’ll try to be back before you guys head out.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you back,” you called to him as you walked out of his dorm.

Later that afternoon, once all of the guys had peeled out of the compound, you realized just how quiet things were at T-M when they weren’t all around causing trouble. It was peaceful but it also felt a little empty. The chaos is what made it feel like home.

You walked into the clubhouse and saw Juice sitting at the bar, typing furiously away at his laptop. You smiled as you sauntered onto the other side of the bar, grabbing one beer for yourself and one for him, popping the caps off on the edge of the bar. You set his next to his laptop and you saw the smile creep across his face even though he didn’t take his eyes off of the screen in front of him.

“Just you and me for the next few days, Juice,” you said with a smirk.

That got his eyes to flick up to you for a moment. He smiled, a nervous laugh slipping out past his lips, “Looks like it.”

“Don’t look so nervous,” you chuckled, “You know I don’t bite.”

It hit Juice that this was the first time that the two of you were going to be left to your own devices for an extended period of time. The idea of it was exciting and terrifying for him all at once. For years he’d admired you and kept it to himself so he wouldn’t catch any of Opie’s wrath. But he had never been able to shake the feeling that maybe, possibly, you felt the same way about him. He was never bold enough to ask, but there was always a feeling in his gut that his feelings weren’t one-sided. There had never been the chance to even try to discuss it, there were always so many other people around, namely your brother and your father. Neither of those men were people that Juice felt like pissing off.

“You crashing here?” he asked.

You nodded as you sipped on your beer, “Yea. Taking Ope’s room. You?”

He nodded, “Always do when the guys leave town. Someone’s gotta stay here and make sure the bad guys don’t get in,” there was a childish grin on his face.

You laughed, “The bad guys just rolled out of town a few minutes ago.”

The two of you existed peacefully with each other as the afternoon bled over into the evening. You were camped out on the picnic table outside the clubhouse, a drink in one hand and a book in the other. You were laying on your back on top of the table, book perched carefully on your chest as you absorbed another page of the story.

You heard Juice’s phone going off, followed quickly by the sound of him answering it. You wanted to eavesdrop, but he was just a little too far away to be able to make out what he was saying. You sat up on the table, swinging your legs so that your feet landed on the bench. You stretched and waited for Juice to step outside.

He came out a couple minutes later, shrugging a hoodie on over his kutte. You saw the confused look on his face and just as you were about to ask him where he was going, he turned and looked at you, “Be back in a bit. Got some shit I gotta handle.”

“Everything okay?”

He nodded, “Yea. Just lock the gate behind me, don’t want you here by yourself unprotected.”

You agreed, fighting the urge to ask all of the questions that were bubbling up in your mind. You watched as he pulled his helmet on and hopped onto his bike. He looked at you and offered up a half-hearted smile before peeling out of the compound. With a heavy sigh, you did as he asked, shutting and locking the gates behind him once he had left.

Your original plan had been to head to bed, but you knew that you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep without knowing that he was back safe and sound in the clubhouse. A million different scenarios were running through your mind as you made your way back to Opie’s dorm. You tried to tune out your own brain as you changed into an old hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. You figured you would just hang out in the clubhouse and wait for Juice to get back—there wasn’t much else to do otherwise especially now that you were locked onto the compound.

Not too long after Juice had left, you got a check-in text from Opie. You didn’t mention that Juice had left you on your own. It was either one of two scenarios: it was club business and Opie knew about it, or it was personal business and Opie didn’t need to know about it. You reassured him that all was quiet.

Juice had been gone for a couple hours and you were starting to get worried. You wanted to reach out, send a text or give him a call, but you refrained. If he needed your help he knew how to reach you. You were sprawled on the couch in the clubhouse, eyes resting shut but still incredibly awake.

You heard the clubhouse door open. You slowly sat up and looked over at Juice, who was clearly trying to step quietly because he thought that you had been asleep. Embarrassment flashed across his features for a moment when he saw you looking at him attempting to tip-toe on the creaky hardwood floors. He looked so much more exhausted than when he had left.

“You okay? Was starting to get a little worried.”

He nodded, “Fine. Just some personal shit going on.”

He had never been a good liar. But you knew that it wasn’t the time to press the issue, “Alright. I’m here if you wanna talk, you know. Every now and then I even have good advice.”

He forced a smile, “Thank you.”

He disappeared back towards the dorms and left you alone in the open expanse of the bar. You sighed, leaning your head back against the arm of the couch. Running your hands down over your face, you let out a quiet groan. You got up off the couch and shut off all the lights in the main area of the bar. It was one of the only times you’d ever seen it empty, clean, and quiet. You headed back towards the dorms.

Stopping just outside Juice’s door, you took a deep breath in to pluck up some courage. You tapped your knuckles lightly on his door that was slightly ajar. You heard some shuffling around before his voice called out for you to come in.

You walked in to see him in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Your breath got caught in your throat, and for a moment you forgot that you were popping in to check on him. You shook your head to dispel the thoughts. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, feet planted firmly on the floor. He wouldn’t look up at you and it made your heart sink inside your chest.

“You sure you’re alright? If you want some company I—”

“I’m fine,” he cut you off, something he’d never done before, “Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You tried to hide how much it had stung to have him be that short with you. Your voice was soft, “Goodnight.”

You laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling. You hated that Juice being short with you had such a negative effect on you, but he’d never been that way with you. The club had been through some serious ups and downs, and even when things felt like they were crumbling, he was always kind and soft with you. It concerned you as much as anything else.

It was reaching into the small hours of the morning and you still hadn’t been able to fall asleep. You huffed, swinging your legs off the bed and standing up. You flipped the hood of your sweatshirt up and made your way out into the clubhouse, hoping that maybe a shot or two of something strong would help put you to sleep. You were fumbling around in the dark when you heard the click of a gun behind you.

“It’s me,” you knew it was Juice, so you didn’t bother to turn around.

“Jesus Christ,” he clicked the safety back on his gun and let his hands drop to his sides, “Why are you up so early?”

“Late,” you corrected, “Never fell asleep.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took a swig, cringing as the liquor burned down your throat.

“Whoa, whoa,” Juice walked over and took the bottle from you, “I don’t think that’s the answer to the problem.”

You looked at him, still seeing worry etched into his features, the light in his eyes just a little duller than usual, “What’s going on with you?”

He glanced over at you as he put the bottle away, “What?”

“You heard me. What happened tonight?”

“Is that why you haven’t been able to sleep?”

It felt childish to say, but you did anyway, “You’ve never snapped at me like that.”

He sighed, running his hand along his fauxhawk as he did. He forced himself to look over at you. He couldn’t lie to you but he didn’t want to tell you the truth either. There was too much on the line for both of you.

“It’s nothing that you need to get roped into,” he answered honestly.

“I’m not just Opie’s sister, you know,” you waited for him to look you in the eyes, “I’m your friend. I’m…I’m someone who cares about you. You can talk to me—I’m not just gonna go running to my fucking brother.”

“I know,” his response was immediate, “I know you won’t. It’s not that. It’s just, fuck,” he shook his head, “The whole thing is a mess.”

“C’mon,” you waved for him to walk with you back towards the dorms, “sit and talk with me.”

The two of you found yourselves sat on Juice’s bed. You were both sitting cross-legged, facing each other. Juice twisted his hands nervously in his lap as he started to tell you about everything that had been happening with him and Roosevelt and Potter. He told you about what they had said to him at the meeting that night, about the position that they were putting him in.

“I can’t go to the club with this.”

“Why not?” you knew the situation wasn’t ideal, but there was no one that the club hated more than the feds. If anything, they would be more than willing to help take them down or at the very least run them out of Charming.

“I can’t risk losing this,” he gestured around him to the dorm and clubhouse around him, “It’s the only home, the only family that I’ve got,” he paused, eyes searching your face for a moment, “And I can’t lose you either.”

A wave of warmth washed over you at the sentiment. You reached forward and placed your hands on top of his, “Juice, like it or not, you’re never going to be able to get rid of me. You’re stuck with me now.”

He chuckled, trying to make it seem like his emotions weren’t about to get the better of him, “Promise?”

“Promise,” you nodded towards his nightstand where his laptop was resting, “Grab that for me.”

He did as you asked, but couldn’t hide his confusion as he handed it over to you. You smiled at the expression on his face as you began to start typing away on his keyboard. In that moment he realized he’d never seen you use a computer—you’d never had a reason to around him. He watched in awe as your fingers flew across the keyboard.

You were lying on your stomach on his bed, laptop propped up on his pillow. Juice was lying down beside you, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of his body and soaking into yours. You tried not to focus on that as you continued to click through windows and move things around on his desktop.

“Do I get to ask what you’re doing?”

You chuckled, “I’m doing a little information recon,” you glanced over at him with a smile, “You’re not the only one with tech know-how around here, Juicy. I just never wanted to steal your thunder in front of the guys.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “How kind of you. What’re you looking for, anyway?”

“Dirt,” you replied simply.

“On Potter?” when you nodded in response, he couldn’t hide the doubt that was warping his features, “You’re not going to be able to find anything on him. There’s no way his shit isn’t locked in a vault somewhere behind twenty million walls of encryptions.”

You shook your head, “Oh ye of little faith. No one is clean,” you sighed, “Especially not the fucking feds.”

Juice laughed, “Now you’re sounding like a patch.”

You chuckled, “Might as well be.”

Your typing faltered when you felt his hand slide underneath the warm fabric of your hoodie. His palm rested gently in the center of your back, and he didn’t make any comment about it. You fought to keep your composure, but the warmth seeping into your skin from his was making it difficult.

He rested his chin onto your shoulder and you felt like you were about to combust. He spoke up, his tone gentle, “Thank you.”

“Yea,” you fought to keep your tone even, “of course. You know I’ve always got your back.”

“And I’m sorry. About earlier, I mean. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that—I know you just wanted to help.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he slid his hand so that his arm was wrapped around you and pulled you close to him, prying your attention away from his computer, “I was just hit with all these thoughts of losing everything that I have here. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

You reveled in the feelings of his arms being wrapped around you. Gently, hesitantly, you reached out and traced your fingers down the side of his face. He let his eyes flutter shut as he leaned into your touch and you could feel your heart swelling inside your chest. There was a softness to him that you hoped he would never lose.

“We’re going to figure this out,” you leaned in and pressed your forehead to his, “Do you trust me?”

He took a deep breath and nodded as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, “Yea, I do.”

“Juice?” you asked after a few moments of silence.

He pulled away from you just enough so that he could look into your eyes, “Yea?”

“Can I stay here with you tonight?”

His heart was beating fast enough that he could’ve sworn that you could hear it, “Y-yea. Of course.”

You smiled as you shut the laptop and placed it back onto his bedside table. You shimmied yourself underneath the covers and waited for him to do the same. It was going to be a long few days of trying to get as many answers put together before everyone got back, but those were problems for the morning. For now, you focused on the feeling of Juice’s heartbeat against your cheek as you snuggled into him. His hand caressed your back and you let out a quiet hum of contentment. You felt him smile against your forehead before he placed a gentle kiss there.

“Goodnight,” he said softly.

You finally felt your exhaustion starting to kick in, “Goodnight.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #opie winston #drabblesmc #fanfiction #my writing

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lyranova · 3 years ago

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Leon and Alistar

Hi guys! So here’s Part 1 of a co-op fic of mine and @thoughtfullyrainynightmare ! We had to split it into 2 parts because it was so long 😅! Anyway hope you all enjoy~! Also this isn’t edited very well my apologies!

Word Count: 3,034

Taglist: @eme-eleff @jovialnoise @simpingforthisonedeer @succulentsunrise

Warnings: None

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Clouds floated through the blue sky as people started gathering at the training grounds of Magic Knights' headquarters. New squad members had been admitted to the squads once more this year, but for most of them it was a day off.

However, that wasn't the case for these knights, who had been off on the evaluation day, since their parents had admitted them to the squad even without partaking into the exam. And this training took place for the purpose of bringing together the next generation of potential squad captains, or those who'd otherwise most likely end up in prominent roles in the kingdom.

The young knights were no strangers to each other; having passed each other by because of their parents' relationships, but this would be the first day of properly training together. Training and building towards a a more unionized generation of Magic Knights, where the robe you wore wouldn't be a stigma, creating "us or them" mentality within the knight ranks.

The Wizard King and Magic Knight Captains considered it one step closer to realizing their dreams of making one unified society. Alistar Vangeance, son of the Golden Dawn’s Captain, was the first to arrive at the Magic Knights HQ for this ‘bonding’ exercise. He admittedly thought it was a good idea, but he was a little hesitant as he didn’t know much about the other children except for Hikari. He leaned against one of the walls in the room as he watched the other children enter one by one, the Captains were all seated in the gallery above so they could get a bird’s eye view of the exercise.

“ Hm I wonder why the Vermillion kids are?” Hikari asked suddenly, making Alistar look at her. All the other children were there except for them.

“ Maybe they’re just running late?” He shrugged simply before the doors opened to reveal the Vermillion twins. Leonidas and Cyraleona.

“ Sorry we’re late, we got held up in the city, it won’t happen again.” Leonidas promised as his sister nodded in agreement. Fuegoleon sat down in his seat quickly as well.

Alistar admittedly had only met the two in passing and was usually very polite. As the orange haired young man walked past him Alistar nodded politely.

“ Leonidas.” The young man turned and nodded politely as well.

“ Alistar.”

Cyraleona quirked an eyebrow at her brother. He was keeping it civil, but there was something about the exchange that seemed tense, more so than usually. It was supposed to be about building better relations, but instead it seemed, at that moment, more as if both of them being prepared to defend their family honour.

"Hikari,"" she acknowledge with a smile while glancing at the raven haired girl next to Alistair, in the hopes of gently nudging her brother.

"Hi," Hikari greeted back. "Nice day, isn't it? Training is much more fun when it's not pouring down."

"Yes," Leonidas agreed with a small nod, glancing at Hikari and giving her a polite smile.

"Indeed," Alistair agreed as well, doing the same.

A moment of silence hung in the air as the grown-ups talked amongst themselves on the balcony; probably going through the day's agenda.

"I wonder what will be in store for the day," Hikari pondered out loud. "I can't imagine we'll be sparring for the whole day."

Alistar shrugged as he also looked up toward the adults. He was sure they probably had more planned then just fighting, especially since they kept calling it a ‘bonding’ experience. He noticed the Vermillion twins doing the same.

“ I would like to think it’ll be more than training. But who knows with our parents, especially since they do like to surprise us every now and then with something unexpected.” He chuckled and Hikari nodded.

“ They’ll probably have us start out with sparring and maybe even have us go out on a mock mission or something to test our skills as a team.” Cyrleona said softly as she turned to look back at the small group. Leonidas nodded.

“ That would be the smartest move, pair up two people to spar against one another and then make them have to work together.” Alistar placed a hand thoughtfully under his chin.

“ You sound like you know a lot more about this than you’re letting on.” Alistar meant it to come off as a joke, but it came out more like a serious statement. He watched Leonidas’s eyes narrow a bit before Hikari sighed beside him.

“ Well if that’s the case I hope I’m not paired up with you Alistar,” Hikari said quickly changing the subject. “ As your bodyguard I’m meant to protect you, not hurt you.”

As Alistar went to open his mouth to reply he watched as all the adults stood at the balconies edge and faced their children

"Listen up you brats," Yami was the first to speak up as he let his gaze travel around the room freely, but still looking at Hikari fondly for a brief second. "We have a full day planned ahead for you, so listen first and ask questions second."

Charlotte glanced at him from the corner of her eye, clearly disagreeing with his choice of words. But. He had always been like that, and though he was much more gentle around their kids, he hadn't changed the way he spoke to other's kids.

"Thank you Yami," William smiled at him. "I believe we all know why where here, so we can skip right through to the events of the day. You can probably guess that our aim isn't to only have you train in combat, but also grow in other areas of life."

Hikari could see a faint smirk pass over Alistair's lips as his father spoke the word 'grow'. But the moment only lasted for a fraction of a second, and no one else had noticed.

"You will begin the day by sparring in pairs, and to avoid our personal opinions on who should train with whom, we'll be drawing lots for the pairs," Fuegoleon continued. "And after you have sparred, you'll be partaking on a treasure hunt with your peer."

"A treasure hunt?" Cyra mumbled to herself. Her voice was full of surprise and spoken with a delicate tone, one that no one but the four of them could most likely hear.

“ Now,” Charlotte began as she stepped forward with a small goblet full of lots with the childrens names on them. One by one the Captain’s pulled out the names written on them. Alistar partially hoped he would be training with Hikari, but a small piece of his heart protested; he didn’t want to fight her, ever. Because that meant he could possibly hurt her.

“ Alistar Vangeance,” Yami suddenly announced as he looked at the lot with the white haired boy’s name on it. He hoped beyond hope the next lot would be Hikari’s, but his hopes were dashed when Yami read. “ Leonidas Vermillion.”

The two teens looked at each other with wide eyes as did the young girls. None had been expecting that. Alistar couldn’t even remember what Leonidas’s affinity was and Leonidas happened to be thinking the same thing.

Leonidas and Alistar quickly looked up towards the adults and saw the looks on their father’s faces; there was no way out of this.

“ Which leaves Hikari and Cyraleona as the last pair, we’ll be calling your names randomly to start the sparring matches.” William announced and the kids went off in their pairs. Hikari looked at Alistar apologetically and quickly mouthed ‘you’ll be ok!’ before going off with Cyraleona.

“ Well you were right; our parents do like to surprise us.” Leonidas told him before walking away and Alistar nodded in agreement before following after him to a nearby corner where they stood somewhat uncomfortably next to each other as they watched the other kids spar when their names were being called.

They walked up to the training grounds, standing on opposite side of the arena and looking at each other. Alistair took out his grimoire, leaving Leon wonder if he should do the same.

‘I've just finished crafting it, and I've been fine until now... But mom always says that I shouldn't rely on more simple spells at all times.’ He thought to himself, seeing Alistair frown.

‘Why isn't he taking out his grimoire? He does intend to use spells, right?’ His gaze shifted for a moment to the adults who hadn't yet given them permission to start the battle.

At the side of the field, Cyraleona couldn't help but lean a bit forward, while trying to keep herself otherwise composed. Leonidas hadn't yet shown her his grimoire, and he had used a good while in the process of making it in the first place. Thus, she couldn't help but feel the flicker of excitement of probably seeing him fight with it for the first time.

‘No... I think I can manifest it during the battle if need be. Because your grimoire is your lifeline, right? Any attacks to it would mean certain death, right? Because Cloverians' life is connected into their grimoires while for Theans it's a manifestation of their powers, right? And I'm both, so I can't say for certain.’ He took a deep breath and set his mind to the task.

"Oy-oy Vermillion. What's up with your boy?" Yami asked on the balcony. "He's not taking out his grimoire."

"It's something he gets from his mother's side," Fue only commented. "I can't say that I agree with it, but it's his choice to make."

William frowned at Fuegoleon’s comment but didn’t say anything, he just turned to look back at the battle. Alistar looked calm and relaxed, but those that knew him knew better; he was anticipating his attack. Possibly even trying to guess what the young Vermillions first move would be.

“ You may begin!” Nozel shouted suddenly just as Alistar tilted his head curiously.

‘Let’s see what you’ve got, Vermillion.’ He instantly flipped through the pages of his grimoire as he finally landed on a spell. He smiled slightly before it disappeared, this would probably be his safest bet to try since he didn’t know what magic to use.

“ World Plant Creation Magic; Ice-Plant’s entanglement!” He watched as the fire resistant plant began to spring up from the floor and tried to wrap around Leonidas.

The boys began to dodge and maneuver around the arena as they cast offensive and defensive spells at one another. Hikari watched with a smirk on her face; he was giving Alistar a run for his money, the only one she had seen ever give him this much of a challenge was herself.

‘Come on Alistar you’ve got this! Push past your limits!’ She cheered internally, she wanted her best friend to succeed.

“ Your sons doing a very fine job Fuegoleon.” William complimanted, Fuego smiled and nodded.

“ As is yours. We raised two very capable mages I think.” Fuego said as his son sent another spell towards the young Vangeance

"Burning Sun Magic; Sunrays!" He called out while shooting scorching rays at Alistair.

‘Damn it! I can't win like this. This isn't Thea so I don't have a nearly endless pool of mana from which to draw. He's going to run out of mana too if we keep this up, but then it'll be a question of which runs out first. And relying on the 'chance' that it'd be him, would be just bad tactics.’ He took the moment he had while Alistair was dodging his attack to collect his mana, and manifest his grimoire before him.

"Hm?" Yami hummed while leaning closer. "He's creating a grimoire?"

"'Creating' wouldn't be the correct term to use here," Fuegoleon commented. "He has had his grimoire for a few months now, but for some reason he refuses to use it."

William glance at Fuegoleon, unsure of how to feel because of the explanation. But if Leonidas indeed refused to use his grimoire freely then that must've meant that Alistair had forced him to do so. And that could be counted as a compliment, right?

Leon collected mana, as if waves of pure energy collecting in his hands. And as soon as it had formed into a shape of a book, he let the pages flutter open as he called out: "Burning Sun magic; Heat wave!"

The arena became flooded with scorching, burning mana, while Leon spoke out: "I might not be able to burn your plants. But they can still wilt, right? And even if your magic won't, the 'you' can get dehydrated, right?"

‘This is my safest bet. I might not be able to hit him, but if he can't get far enough from my spell's reach, then he has to go all out and maybe, maybe exhaust himself.’ Leonidas thought.

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Alistar and Leonidas stood there listening as the Captain’s explained the Treasure hunt. Both had fainted from excessive mana use, which was somewhat embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as Hikari chewing Alistar out for it in front of everyone, while Cyraleona had gently scolded her twin. Fuego and William both shook their heads in disapproval, but their battle ending in a draw meant two things; one, that they were evenly matched, and two they both still had a lot to learn.

“ Now the rules are simple; each team has a map and a compass, you are not allowed to use mapping spells as not every mage has one. You have 2 hours to find the treasure, if no one finds it then it will be a draw.” Vangeance explained quickly.

“ Your time begins now.” Fugeo announced and each team went off in different directions.

Alistar glanced over at Leonidas as they went off in the direction the compass led them, he gave Leonidas the compass while he held the map. They walked silently for the most part, saying a few coordinates here and there.

“ What does this thing even look like?” He muttered and the orange haired male shrugged.

“ Like a box I assume.” Leonidas muttered as well, both were feeling a little defeated at their sparring match, but maybe if they found the treasure before anyone else would make up for it. Alistar for sure wanted to find it before Hikari, they had made a small bet that the losing team would have to do whatever the winning team asked for an entire day.

"I really thought that they would have had something more... intellectually stimulating in store for us...." Alistair muttered to himself as they continued forward.

"Yeah..." Leonidas agreed. "Something more than travel an X amount of miles to a given distance and dig up a box would have been nice."

"If it even is a box," Alistair frowned while looking at the map in his hand.

"What else could it possibly be? It has to be something small enough for us to carry, right?" Leonidas shrugged again while looking at the white haired male.

"That's true," Alistair admitted. "But the girls went to the opposite direction, so we aren't competing for the same treasure. That has to mean something."

They shared a glance as they both thought about what it could possibly mean while a silence settled into the air.

"How far is it supposed to be?" Leonidas asked after a while of pondering.

"Well, given how much we've moved during this time, I'd say half an hour more," Alistair commented.

"You think it could be a dungeon, or is it an open area?" Leonidas asked, wanting to have a better idea of what they'd be instore for.

"I don't think it really qualifies as a dungeon, but there might be a structure nearby it."

“ Hm,” Alistar looked around before he started walking again. “ they would want it to be concealed but not too concealed where we can’t find it.” He muttered looking around.

“ How about that building over there? It looks like the perfect spot.” Leonidas pointed toward a small, half standing building in the distance. It was in an open area but behind it stood dark woods, an ambush could easily be inside. The two boys quickly made their way towards it slowly.

“ Be cautious; we don’t know what we’re in for.” Alistar said and the orange haired boy nodded in agreement, Alistar and Leonidas stood still for a few moments. Both trying to sense if there was mana inside the building.

“ It’s faint, but it’s there.” Leonidas said as he looked towards the white haired boy who nodded.

“ Yeah, someone’s in there. But it feels like one person so I think we can take them.” Alistar said thoughtfully before the two boys rushed in and saw...nothing?

“ Hm this is odd, why do we feel mana but there isn’t a single person here?” Leonidas mused as he looked around, Alistar shrugged as he walked to the center of the room where the “treasure” sat.

“ Well, this is anticlimatic.” Alistar chuckled. “ I was hoping it would be something *more* then just a box-.” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as they were attacked suddenly by people in bandits robes.

“ Ah I should’ve know; our parents wouldn’t make getting the treasure that easy.” Leonidas chuckled as he and Alistar began to fight off the “bandits”.

Luckily it was the two of them against three, and since they knew it to be a fake fight, the battle didn't take long. And, as suspected, the "bandits" turned out to be members of their parents' squads. ‘Too easy’ Alistair and Leon thought to themselves.

They were able to grab the box, which was a simple wooden one, seemingly nothing much on it. There was only a faint glow of mana from it, almost as if long forgotten, dormant mana.

"Should we still see what's inside of it?" Leon thought out loud.

Alistair turned his head for a moment before shrugging. "Well it's not against the rules, so suppose there's no harm in it."

The two halted their steps to inspect the box. The lock of it didn't pose any problems to them, so it didn't take long for the two of them to crack open the lid to reveal... an image of a red herring.

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Part 2 will be posted shortly! Thank you guys for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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pinkjeanist · 4 years ago

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“atop a hill of gold” || shouta aizawa

desc.: A pro hero comes to your shop for four shots of espresso after a long night. He leaves with just that, and then some. [1.6k words]

a/n: this fic has the soft energy that this song has. i named the fic after it but the title was weird so i named it after one of the lines. it’s from one of my favorite lgbt+ movies so theres that. i also havent written for aizawa so sorry if it’s eh. [navigation]

Coffee shops were for people who woke up at five in the morning, people who depended on coffee, and people who depended on coffee because they had to get up at five in the morning. They were also for the occasional tea-drinker, though as exam season rolled around, you were seeing significantly less of those people, or you watched those people become addicted to caffeine just to keep up with their studies.

It wasn’t often you saw heroes when you were working, though. The shop was nestled between two taller buildings, and the only people who noticed it at all without a map were the shop’s regulars. So when the pro hero Eraserhead sulked through the doors that fateful early morning, you couldn’t help but be surprised.

The sun had just peeked over the buildings across the street, the last of the storm clouds from the night before making way for its grandeur, and the morning dew still clung fresh to the window. The unfamiliar man that had walked through the doors seemed so strangely out of place. Black hair, black outfit, a white scarf wrapped loosely around his neck atop of slouched shoulders. His whole being collided with the golden glow of the morning seeping past the hanging vines outside and above the shop window, as if he were the parallel to dawn.

You recognized him, but you hadn’t seen much of him on the news- mostly because he worked primarily at night, and because he almost always managed to hide his face from the cameras with the cover of darkness. Because of this, you weren’t expecting him to be so handsome, nor so thoroughly exhausted-looking. The fatigue rolled off him in waves and nearly put everyone else in the shop to sleep.

Your back straightened as he approached the counter. “Can I just get a black coffee? Four shots, please.”

“Ah. The worst combination of liquids in history for the best effects. What size?”

“Large.”

“Of course,” You smiled. You put his order into the register. “You look like you’ve had a long night. No time for rest?”

“I’ve got classes to teach,” The hero sighed. You gave him his price and he handed over his money.

You turned and started on his drink, but spoke before he could walk away from the counter: “Is it too weird to ask what you were doing all night?”

“Uh...a little, but I’m used to weird,” He replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It was just a villain. Took all night to track him down.”

“Wait, are you talking about that ‘Shadow Dweller’ dude? The one with the weird little mask?”

“Yeah, that one. It’s kind of hard to arrest someone who can just vanish into the shadows. Took a lot longer than I’d hoped but there’s not much else I could have done, I suppose.”

“His quirk kind of makes it seem like cheating. Pretty OP if you ask me.”

“I mean, you can’t really cheat at life. That’s just his quirk.”

“Look, I’m just saying, if I were a villain, I’d be throwing my manifesto pamphlets from the rooftops instead of sneaking around at night all the time. Kind of a dick move on his part.” The hero chuckled at that. You finished his shots and poured them in before adding some coffee from the pot. You added a few drops of honey to make it a bit more bearable to drink.

A thought suddenly popped into your head with a heavy feeling on your chest. “Oh, fuck, you get a hero discount. I completely forgot, I’m sorry-” You apologized, hurrying to the register and setting his finished coffee on the counter in front of him, but he stepped forward to stop you.

“No, no, don’t- I don’t really care for the discount. Actually…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet again, taking an unknown amount of cash and sliding it into the jar by the register. “...I should probably give you more.”

“Uh-” Your eyes widened at the numbers on the bills in the jar. “-I mean- thank you so much, but why?”

He looked at you as if you should know. You gripped the edge of the counter. “It was nice to have a conversation with someone after a long night. And I had some cash to spare.”

“I don’t normally get tips for chatting with people. Usually I get some from old ladies when I put extra whipped cream on their drink.” He chuckled at that, and you smiled at the sound. “But really, it isn’t necessary. I don’t think I can accept this much money, as much as I’ve enjoyed talking to you-”

“-but you will. I’ve got no reason to take it back.” He sipped at his coffee and grimaced. You wondered how it didn’t scorch his tongue. “God, that tastes like shit…”

“I warned you,” You laughed, nearly giggling. He took another sip and seemed a bit more tolerant of it, that time. Your grip on the counter tightened as you leaned forward on it. You didn’t mean to look him up and down after that, but the side of you that was going crazy thirsting over him at the moment hoped that he noticed. “You should really try to find some time to rest. I can tell you do this often, and it’s really not healthy.”

“I think I can go a few sleepless nights if it means keeping villains off the streets. And I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to be.” You met his eye, and he seemed intent on keeping your gaze as he took another drink. You swallowed. Yes. He was really handsome. “I mean, if it ends up getting in the way of your teaching, that could reflect back on your students. Where do you teach, anyway?”

He leaned his side on the counter and took another sip. “Yuuei.”

You stuttered for an answer. “Oh- like. Like the school? For heroes?”

“That’s the one. You seem surprised.”

“Oh, it was just like, uhm...a dream of mine to go there. When I was a kid, I mean. But I never got a quirk, and I started drinking coffee when I was a teen, so...thought I’d just get a business degree and do what I love. Or what I’m addicted to, anyway.” Most people gave you a pitiful look when you told them that little story, but he gave you a look of understanding, oddly enough, though you weren’t sure what someone with a quirk could understand about someone without one.

He looked down at his drink. “I thought you might have had some sort of manipulation quirk. Altering flavors, something like that. I can kinda taste honey in this.”

“Oh, I did that, sorry. I used to add honey to those drinks all the time when I was cramming for exams in college. Makes it a bit more tolerable. You know.”

“I know pretty well, yeah,” He agreed. He turned around to make sure there was no one in line before asking, “What’s your name?”

It took you a moment to register the question before you answered it and asked in return, “What about you? Or do you just go by ‘Eraserhead?’”

“‘Aizawa’ is fine,” He smiled. You weren’t gonna tell him how much that name suited him. You were still on duty, after all.

After a moment of silent decision, he asked, “Can I have my receipt?”

Your eyes widened. “Oh! I’m so sorry I forgot to ask, I’m just-” You pulled the receipt from the register and handed it to him. “-I’m a little distracted today, is all. I’ve been forgetting everything,” You laughed with an airy nervousness.

“Can’t imagine why,” He smirked at you. He set his drink on the counter. “Can I borrow your pen?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” You answered, turning around to the machines behind you to start on your own coffee. You were packing another shot when you heard the pen click closed.

“I’ll see you around. Thanks for the coffee.”

You turned around just to watch him leave for the doors before you could say anything. You noticed the receipt still laying on the counter. “Aizawa, your receipt-!” But he was already through the doors. If he heard you, he didn’t bother. You sighed and finished making your coffee.

Grabbing a rag, you quickly wiped down the countertops before even looking at the receipt. You thought it was kind of a dick move of him to ask for his receipt and then just leave it behind for you to pick up. But when you did pick it up, you noticed the numbers scrawled at the bottom, along with the message: “I get off work at five. Don’t forget to call me” and a little doodle of what looked like a cat next to it. You guessed that was his signature. You made it his icon in your phone contacts.

You supposed Aizawa fit somewhere outside the lines of someone who came to coffee shops because they woke up at five, or because they depended on it, or because of a mix of both. He seemed like someone who came to coffee shops for reasons beyond that of coffee itself. And he definitely wasn’t the first- you’d seen people come to your shop and leave with someone else after a long chit-chat, or leave with someone’s number. You didn’t think you’d ever become one of those people, but you couldn’t complain. Especially when the person who gave you their number signed it with a cat doodle.

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midnightsdarkangel · 6 years ago

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The Woes of Duality (5/?)

Summary: Patton always sees the good in everyone, even in someone such as Deceit. But while he slowly helps the dark sides to see the good in people, something else is changing, and not for the better

Notes: IM SORRY FOR THE DELAY, this chapter was a beast to write, not only being the longest at 6k but also i was struggling with a writers block when i had written the first scene meaning it halted my writing to a stop for a good while. There ARE warnings for this chapter for the mentions of throwing up black blood and small amounts of violence- and a lot of angst.

Shits going down and we’re in for a bumpy ride~

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“This is terrible!”

“We know-“

“I can't believe we let him get this bad, what kind of prince am I!?”

“Roman we know, we were there-“

“He’ll never be forgiven!”

“ROMAN.”

Logan raised his voice, closing his book shut irritably. Roman was pacing the living room back and forth, his hand currently in his locks of hair ruffling it up trying to think of a solution. Virgil was curled up on the sofa with his knees up, his head low in thought as Logan was sitting just beside him with the book he was currently reading until Roman decided to flip out.

Thomas’s problems had gotten significantly worse. Only recently did he have a falling out with his own best friend Joan; something Thomas didn’t really see the need to apologise for despite how many times Roman begged on his knees to do. The two had been working together planning video ideas when the two had a disagreement, and instead of Thomas normally trying to avoid confrontation, instead told Joan that he could easily get another writer if he needed if this was going to be that much of a hassle and that they were kicked off the team. What’s worse is Thomas casually said this as if nothing was wrong with firing his best friend and acting as they were merely an inconvenience to his channel. Joan looked heartbroken at his cruelty and had stormed off, telling him not to bother them unless it was for an apology.

Logan remembered the moment it happened, Roman’s face dropped in pure horror after biting his nails during the fight shouting for Thomas to stop and reconsider. Virgil’s anxiety was picking up, trying to breathe properly saying this wasn’t real. Even Logan felt uncomfortable at the sight, gripping the drink in his hand tightly that it almost smashed.

And Patton wasn’t there.

The moral side hadn’t left his room all day; they assumed he didn’t want the others to see how upset he was over the situation. Not only that but the entire week as well Patton kept himself distant from the others, only replying in short remarks if they ever tried to strike a conversation with him. Patton was Thomas’s heart so obviously this would be hitting him the most. No one knocked on his door either, thinking it was best to leave him alone for a while before they would come together for an emergency meeting.

So here they were, in the living room with Roman franticly shouting ideas out;

“We should send Joan a letter saying sorry- No we should send them flowers to- NO WE NEED TO GO TO THEIR HOUSE AND SING HOW MUCH OUR FRIENDSHIP MEANS TO US”

He threw his hands in the air as he turned to the others, waiting for someone to bounce ideas off him, but Virgil and Logan kept silent as Roman dropped his arms back down with a look of bewilderment.

“Come on! I’m trying my hardest here, why don’t you two contribute?”

“While apologising is certainly our utmost goal here Roman, it apparent that at this current moment, Thomas has no intentions of apologising to Joan. We cannot force his actions, only merely guide him to the right thing.”

Logan spoke up, pressing the glasses up to the bridge of his nose as he carried on;

“Furthermore, this is more in Patton’s department as Thomas’s morality. When we can get a hold of him I suggest we all talk to Thomas together.”

Virgil felt himself hug his knees tightly at that comment;he didn’t speak up during the conversation apart from a few grunts or nods in agreement. He still hadn’t confronted Patton about the day he eavesdropped him in the kitchen; a whole week had passed from that time and the gnawing feeling of anxiety ate away at him. He would try to knock on Patton’s door but never got an answer and the fairy lights above his door were turned off. The times he would see Patton in the hallways it was like he didn’t even acknowledge anyone else’s presence; he would wander for hours brushing his hand against the wall. And yet he was smiling, he was always smiling- no doubt about his progressive relationship with Deceit. How could Virgil just break that for Patton when he knew how happy the moral side was gaining a new friend.

And then the fight happened and Patton didn’t show up as much anymore in the light side.

Most likely around the time when everyone collectively felt the fear of Thomas’s actions. And yet his mind kept buzzing with uncertainty about what he overheard in that kitchen. It had to be Patton that was causing all of this- but he didn’t seem off or acted any differently when he was with Deceit and even when returning to his room with a happy whistle and a skip in his step. If only he could talk to Patton…

“Talk to Thomas about what?”

The three of them turned suddenly froze momentarily and in unison turned their heads to the door. Patton was standing there in his pyjamas looking tired, his hair in a mess and wearing a top that was larger than him, going to his knees with shorts and fluffy slippers. Virgil was quick to untangle himself from his cocoon to lean over the sofa quickly to check if Patton was alright, but Roman strolled up in front of Patton and grabbing his shoulders.

“Patton! Thank the heavens you’re doing alright, we need your help”

“But Roman, i’m all left.”

Patton hummed teasingly as Roman rolled his eyes and escorted him to where the others sat. Virgil leaned over the sofa determined to see Patton as his heart raced with uncertainty.

“So, what’s the problem then?”

Patton sat down beside Virgil, looking at the others curiously. They all looked at him with surprise as Logan quickly spoke up;

“Thomas ended up in a fight with Joan and now they’re not talking until Thomas sorts himself out. Surely you must remember this?”

“Oh! That!”

Patton exclaimed as if he had forgotten such an important event. His hands on his lap kicking his feet back and forth as he tapped his finger on his chin thinking;

“Is that really important though?”

The room went dead silent.

“…. Excuse me?” Roman spoke up as Patton cut him off waving his hand playfully;

“Listen, if Joan was going to be like that then they obviously weren’t worth the hassle. Same with Thomas’s other friend. I mean Thomas can always find new friends, can’t he?”

Virgil felt his heart sink as he leaned back on the sofa in fear. Patton had no regrets in his words, no remorse as he just looked to them with that soft smile he always kept on his face. But his eyes…they were as if looking into water, you think you can see something but it’s nothing but your own reflection staring back at you in a hollow surface. They couldn’t read his expression at all in that moment. Logan had dropped his book to the floor as Roman was just stared with his mouth wide open. No one dared to speak as Patton looked to them all confused why they suddenly got quiet.

“What?”

He laughed nervously at the tense atmosphere.

“Patton…are you serious-“

Virgil started but Roman had stormed up in front of him and grabbed his sword, drawing it out of its sheath, and pointing it at Patton. This caused a startled reaction from both Virgil and Logan,who stood up in shock; Logan was already coming up to Roman’s side grabbing his arm harshly yanking it back.

“What on Earth are you doing Roman?”

“This cannot be Patton! The Patton I know would never speak so belittlingly about the ones he cared for. This has to be a trick!”

Roman spun around to Logan upset,refusing to lower his sword as it was pointed at Patton’s neck. Virgil was starting to breathe heavily now clutching his chest, his eyes wide with fear at how fast things escalated. But Patton didn’t falter, there was no look of fear or discomfort. He just stared at the tip of the blade before him and smiled, tilting his head; he gently touched the blade, lowering it down giving Roman a knowing look. Roman flinched at that and reluctantly backed away, withdrawing his sword and getting a small hum of appreciation from Patton;

“I’m feeling fine Roman, I swear. It’s still the same Patton you know and love I just, I dunno people change I guess? Sure, Joan is precious to me, but I want to put Thomas into priority here kiddo as much as all of you do.”

He said softly looking at Roman with a twinge of desperation hoping he would understand his intentions. Neither Virgil nor Logan could speak up in the moment, mostly taken back by the exchange as Roman let out a frustrated sigh and walked to the corner of the room leaning against the wall rubbing his eyes tiredly. It was clear Roman had barely any sleep that night; the dark bags under his eyes were apparent, the fact he had little to no time to brush himself up to look presentable spoke volumes. Virgil glanced at Roman and then back to Patton who was starting to feel awkward with how silent the others were. Logan was the first to make a move as he silently walked over to his dropped book, addressing the others;

“I suggest we take a break and gather our thoughts, everyone is too emotionally charged to discuss anything at the moment.”

Roman was the first to leave, his head held low as he didn’t want to make eye contact with the others. Logan was second but didn’t leave as fast, he put the book in one hand and turned to Patton who was sitting there in the same place looking a bit awkward with how things turned out. He opened his mouth wanting to say something to the moral side but decided against it, he didn’t want to get into a big conversation now. With that in mind he gave both Patton and Virgil a nod and left soon afterwards, leaving the two alone in the living room.

“I…Can’t help but feel like I did something wrong there…”

Patton chuckled quietly, taking his glasses off and wiping them with his top. He wasn’t expecting everyone to react so negatively, but Patton wasn’t wrong. He knew his priorities, and as Thomas’s moral side shouldn’t the others had just believed in what he felt in his heart? Leaning back on the sofa he let his head rest on the cushion.

Knock.

Patton frowned at that, it was still loud.

He never found that door. In the span of a week Patton found himself wandering the light side for hours opening every door, thinking the sound would be closer but had no results. He even visited the dark side more to meet with Deceit, which the two had developed a stronger bond. Sometimes he saw Pride as well, they didn’t approach the two like they did that day in the kitchen. They seemed to have kept their word and never told the other sides about Patton’s visits, on the one agreement that Patton would make sure the kitchen over there would be in a respectable state when he would want to cook; an agreement Patton was more than happy to oblige to. Patton was finding himself less and less in the light side and almost considered the dark side more of a home, nights of lying in Deceit’s bed listening to the music on his phone as the two would sit there in silence sometimes. Their hands brushing together gently as Patton would sometimes just lay his head to one side to face Deceit and stare at him as he would silently work on his plants or take care of his snakes on the side. Humming gently, he closed his eyes;

He never wanted to leave.

And yet the headaches carried on, the feeling of nausea overwhelming him at times that sometimes all he could do was just lay in silence and not move around. Sometimes he would be staring at the wall, his eyes wide as if he was seeing something that no one else could, his pupils wide and frantic. Deceit had asked if it was best for him to be here, but Patton always reassured him he was just tired after a long day with the others. But sometimes Deceit paused, wondering if he should ask Patton about Thomas; he never did however, assuming Virgil must had done so already…

Speaking of Virgil;

Patton looked to his left to see Virgil hadn’t left yet, he was hunched in his seat gripping his trouser legs tightly.

“Do you…regret what you said?”

His voice was low as he swallowed nervously looking at Patton. Patton looked at him softly and shuffled himself up to Virgil, bringing his knees up onto the sofa and grabbed Virgil’s hands softly taking them away from viciously digging into his trousers, marking the skin as he brought them close to his chest. Virgil breathed in shakingly as he closed his eyes trying to calm down, feeling comfort in how Patton’s thumb circled his wrist soothingly. Satisfied watching his friend calm down Patton leaned back softly and looked at Virgil’s lap, a sad knowing smile on his lips;

“No…but I’m sad that Roman got upset with me…”

Patton huffed softly, feeling Virgil tense up again as he tried again to cradle his hands in his own.

“Are you upset with me too Virg?”

Virgil whipped his head up to Patton frantically, wanting to tell him no, just that he was scared right now for him. But, Patton being the compassionate side that he was, already knew what Virgil was going to say from his expression alone. Sighing softly he leant forward and rested his head against Virgil's shoulder, bringing his arms around his sides to hug the anxious side.

Honestly? While Patton loved his family dearly and would do anything for them, It was a bit tiring. He had only come in here to see what the commotion was, he wasn't expecting everyone to have lost sleep over Thomas’s delima. Patton knew he was going to sort it out later, so why the others felt like that it was the end of the world baffled him. He was surprised as well that he was the one having to bring up Thomas’s priorities and not Logan himself! Not only that but seeing Roman so disheveled also brought a twinge of concern for the creative side, it was rare seeing Roman be present to the others without taking care of how he looked. It was what made Roman who he was; his appearance was everything, and yet he looked like a wreck.

He probably shouldn't bring it up that he had no intentions of getting Thomas to contact Joan.

Regardless of that he had to take care of Virgil right now, that was his most important priority. Looking at his hands he took a deep breath and spoke up;

“Maybe your taking this too personally Virgil?”

Wait.

He didn't mean to say that-

“I mean, if you’re really worried about Thomas then why don't we just get better friend’s that won't question us? Then we won't have to deal with this situation again.”

Or maybe….Maybe this is what he needed Virgil to hear.

“Wait...What?! Patton why would you even suggest something like that-”

Virgil slapped his hand away from Patton abruptly and started to shuffle backwards, his breathing picked up as he stared at him with fearful eyes. Patton tilted his head confused, why was Virgil acting like this? Trying to reach for his hand again,the anxious side flinched away- this was getting bothersome.

“I dont know whats gotten into you Virge, We want Thomas to be happy, so then wouldn't this help? I don't know why all of you are so distraught over this!”

Why wouldn't Virgil let him help him?

Why did Roman point a sword at him.

Why did Logan look at him like he was wrong-

He wasn't wrong. They were.

They’re wrong, they’re wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong-

Knock.

“I saw you in the dark side.”

Pattons head whipped up as Virgil spoke up, all the thoughts in his head quietening down as Virgil now sat up staring at Patton directly; “In the kitchen….Pride and Deceit, they said if you stayed there long enough you could get corrupted. I know you’ve been going there every day Patton, I...I was following you. I didn't want you to see Deceit anymore because I knew something bad would happen but I never spoke about it until now.”

What? “You followed me?”

“Patton-”

“You don't think I can cope on my own can you?” He stood up now, his hands shaking as he clenched them;

“You always do this don't you? Poor Patton is too vulnerable and weak to do anything on his own! That someone else has to come and protect me!”

Knock

“Patton please that's not what i meant-” Virgil now stood up, tears starting to streak down his cheek. Maybe Patton would’ve felt sad at that point, guilty for shouting at Virgil- but no such feelings came.

Knock

“No I know what you meant perfectly Anxiety. You look down on me just like all the others! Deceit actually makes me happy, He trusts me a hell lot more than you ever have!”

The headaches returned.

The vile feeling in his throat returning.

“Come look for me Patton.”

He threw up.

Virgil stood in horror covering his mouth as black blood came spilling out of Patton's mouth onto the floor- it was much more than he saw a week ago. It began pooling on the floor as Patton hacked in agony, clutching his chest and gripping onto his shirt like a lifeline as his body began to shake violently. His eyes were frantic and wide as he kept staring at the floor, tears falling from his face as the shaky sobs became loud laughter as he whipped his head back, laughing hysterically clutching his sides. Shadows started to form from each corner of the room as they slowly joined into Patton’s shadow, when he stood up the shadows spread out like vines all over the floor covering the room in a thick darkness. His balance was all over the place as he kept stepping from side to side wobbling. A sickening smile painted his lips as he kept giggling to himself quietly, his eyes were starting to turn a different colour… Instead of the light blue glow, it was a faint yellow colour starting to wash over.

Virgil watched in horror as he quickly tried to back away from all of the shadows that started to creep up on him. This was bad, this was EXTREMELY bad. Patton wasn't going to listen to him, and if he called the others in they might be in serious danger- the darkside was starting to take its hold on Patton, and from the looks of things it was worse than he originally thought.

Patton wasn't aware of what was around him in that moment, the only thoughts in his head was that stupid door. He needed to find it- he needed to belong. Voices kept whispering in his head one by one;

“We’re waiting for you”

“You’re nearly ready to open the door Patton”

“Then we can be together forever”

“Your rooms almost ready”

“Patton you need to stop this!”

Virgil called out desperately trying to block those voices out but only brought him trouble as Patton looked to Virgil as if he couldn't recognise the side in front of him, his hand slowly lifting up as suddenly Virgil was forced back by a shadow that had manifested and grabbed Virgil by the neck, slamming him onto the wall behind him, his head hitting first causing a sharp pain to wash over him. The shadow wouldn't let go of him either, his hands trying to grab onto the claws that pinned him, but every time he tried to touch the shadow his hand would phase through. His legs kicking back and forth as his fight or flight reflexes were starting to kick into overdrive- he needed to get out he couldn't breathe-

“I-I can’t breathe...Patton please….I’m sorry….”

He cried out as Patton just stared at him, void of emotion or sympathy as he walked towards Virgil looking at him curiously. To Patton, everything was becoming fuzzy, like ripples in the water he couldn't calm down to see the bigger picture. Virgil was barely more than a whisper in his head that couldn't compete with the other voices. His form was barely recognisable, as if someone had decided to filter his memories of the other side. Yet...watching the other side cry made his heart ache. Something was wrong here…

“What am I…”

He murmured looking at Virgil trying to decipher what was provoking these tears that started to fall freely down his cheeks. His heart aching as he reached out to touch Virgil's face, brushing a thumb against his cheek as it suddenly came to him-

“V-Virgil-”

His eyes widened as he suddenly snapped out of his state. The shadows suddenly retreated back into his own as Virgil fell to the floor, coughing and wheezing for air as Patton felt his legs go weak. He stepped backwards as far as he could in fear not noticing the coffee table behind him as he stacked over the side crashing his back onto the edge causing the table to tip over dropping glasses and trinkets onto the floor. And yet Patton paid no attention to the mess he made as he started to breathe heavily and quickly-

He had hurt Virgil.

Oh god he was suffocating his best friend-

What was wrong with him!?

Virgil sat up gripping his throat, his breathing finally evening out as he looked up to see Patton covering his mouth crying loudly at what he had done. Feeling his heart break Virgil tried to speak out for Patton but coughed harshly, knowing he wouldn't be able to speak just yet with how sore his throat was. This only made Patton wail harder as he gripped his hair shaking scared curling into a ball. Determined not to let Patton suffer he crawled over reaching out for the smaller side- he needed to let Patton know it was ok, they would fix this together, that he forgave him.

But when Patton saw Virgil reach out he panicked and scrambled backwards trying to stand up;

“Virgil I’m sorry- Im so sorry- You were right there's something wrong with me-”

He babbled out trying to control his breathing but his heart just kept thrashing in his chest as if it was to burst with fear.

He had to get out of here-

Taking the step forwards, Virgil panicked and tried to shout for Patton to stop,but the moral side already dashed out of the room into the hallway as fast as he could. Virgil's voice was nothing more than a faded memory as he sprinted down the hallway in fear; the rooms that once brought him warmth and comfort now felt like a prison. Reminding him that he didn't belong here anymore- he was tainted. Wrong. What the hell was going on? Nothing made sense any more, god he probably was all wrong about Thomas as well. What he told the others, how he didnt care, god no wonder they were freaked out by him. Feeling the tears fall heavily,he heaved exhausted expecting to be lost for hours running in the mindscape that no longer felt familiar to him. But as if fate was just mocking him, the door to the darkside appeared just around the corner. His heart pounding as he slowed down starting at the door, a shaky smile on his face upon seeing it.

Home.

Hurrying inside he felt the cool embrace of the realm fill his senses as he began to calm down, only if slightly as he wiped his eyes. He needed to find Deceit right away….

Following the path he had always taken, it didn't take long for him to find his room, the shadows followed behind Patton underneath the floorboards. They didn't scare him this time, no..it felt reassuring to know they were present near him. They wouldn't harm him either, he had learnt after coming to the dark realm over and over, instead they would just linger around or swim past him. Some spoke to him, like the voices in his head, telling him he wasn't ready yet or if something interested him. Some swam ahead as a guide for Patton to find Deceit’s room as he took a shaky breath and knocked on the door.

He needed to tell Deceit what happened….

The door clicked open as Deceit peered out looking tired, his hair in a ruffled mess no doubt he had taken a nap as he was about to growl at whoever interrupted him. But when he saw Patton his expression softened momentarily only to see the tears form on Patton's face, leaving marks behind as he opened the door fully looking concerned.

“Pat…? What's wrong?”

Patton felt his heart warm up seeing Deceit in front of him; he felt safe. He needed to tell Deceit that something was wrong and he needed his help, if anyone could help him it would be the dark side….

“I don't want to live in the light side anymore Dee, they all turned on me...Virgil started shouting at me for seeing you- that he couldn't trust me.”

That's not what he wanted to say-

His eyes widened when he realised what he just said to Deceit. The look of pure shock but soon seething rage filled the dark side’s expression as he gripped the door handle tightly. Patton needed to tell him he was wrong, it wasn't them who hurt him! But soon that panicking thought was starting to be washed away once more...his mind becoming foggy as he started to forget that….

It was their fault.

“Christ ok- come in Patton...You’re not welcome here anytime.”

Deceit murmured trying to control his bitterness at the other sides as he gently led Patton inside his room and sat him on the bed, when Patton was comfortable he started to look around his room for his pet snake which was snoozing on a little basket Patton had brought him. Gently cupping the snake he brought it over to Patton knowing the moral side felt safe when he was holding one. Along with that he grabbed some blankets and sat down beside Patton, putting it around them to keep them warm as Patton leant his head against Deceit shoulder humming in appreciation. The tears slowly died down till he had a calm expression on his face. The internal struggle had faded and Patton had forgotten what he was so panicked about to warn Deceit in the first place…

“Patton…”

After a moment of silence of letting Patton calm down on Deceits side, he decided to speak up, his hands gripping the blanket as he took a deep breath.

“I don't care about you. More than you could ever imagine. I thought I liked you, coming into my life thinking you could change me so easily. But...being with you has been horrible, something I wish I could close- guh if you wanted to…”

Feeling frustrated that all of his words were coming out as lies, he quickly put his hand towards the snake on Patton's lap letting it bite him as he felt a shiver up his spine as the venom went in. Quickly licking the blood, he shuddered and turned around now to face Patton, touching his shoulder gently as the smaller side looked to him in anticipation. His eyes were wide and curious, staring so deeply into Deceit’s as he took a deep breath:

“You could...stay with me?”

He whispered out as Patton's breath hitched;

“I know though this place isn't safe for you, so why don't we find somewhere to go together? I don't mind staying in the light realm with you if it's safer-”

“No. I want to stay here, it's perfect.”

The two inched closer together as they felt the world around them tune out, their heads pressed together softly as Patton gently took ahold of Deceits hand stroking it softly. Deceit chuckled softly and hummed in appreciation as he cupped Patton's cheek gently resulting in Patton stealing a kiss from him. Deceits eyes widened at the sudden display of affection, but had no arguments as Patton broke the kiss off early, feeling flustered he did such a thing- but Deceit leant in to steal a kiss of his own, one that lasted longer… The two hugging now in an loving embrace.

Until…

Cough! Hack!

Patton withdrew from the kiss, coughing roughly as he tried to hold his throat for it to clear. Deceit knew very well about Patton’s coughs but what panicked him in that moment from the norm was the blood seeping from his lips.

“Patton, you’re bleeding-”

“Its alright Dee, it's nothing serious, I just had a bad cough earlier so my throats still a little sore…”

He weakly spoke as he wiped the blood from his mouth but felt another heave sent through his chest as he started to cough up more blood that splattered into his hands. Or...if you could call it blood… It looked like the same substance the shadows would leave behind sometimes when manifesting themselves. Knowing this was a bad sign he stood up immediately taking Patton’s hands.

“We need to take you back, this place isn't helping you Patton.”

Patton looked up in a panic tugging away.

“No Dee please I'm fine- I don't want to go back.”

“But you’re coughing up blood Patton! Listen if we go back to the light realm the effects wear off right? If we stay there until you get better-”

“IT DOESN'T MATTER WHERE I AM!”

Patton shouted slapping his hand away as he stood up glaring angrily. His eyes starting to wash over to that yellow gaze once more.

“It doesn't matter which realm im in, i'm still having headaches, i'm still coughing my lungs up Deceit. Don't you get it? I’m being rejected and the only place i should be right now is in that stupid room!”

“Room? Patton what room-”

Knock

Oh god it was coming back….Clutching his head, Patton whined, feeling his head feel like it was splitting apart. Wobbling he fell back onto the bed curling up feeling the pain take over. His body was rejecting him. It was trying to kill the good in him.... Tearing up he shook his head trying to erase the corrupting thoughts taking over but the voices were so loud.

Deceit panicked at the sight as he wasn't sure what to even do- How the hell did he not notice how bad Patton was getting. Unless. The mindscape wanted everyone to feel like Patton was doing alright. Frantically looking around, he knew the Shadows were at his door now, they wanted Patton. God how did he not notice what was going on-

“Patton you need to block those voices out, they're trying to turn you into a dark side, you need to get out of here before it's too late-”

“Your room’s ready Patton.”

The crying suddenly stopped as Patton let his arms fall to his side as he looked back up, his expression of pain and torment became one of relief and happiness. Deceit felt a shiver down his spine knowing that Patton wasn't paying attention to him anymore.

Suddenly the door burst open as a wave of darkness started to pour into the room, the illuminated floor started to crack as something was trying to break out. Knowing they had to get out of there Deceit tried to run for Patton to reach for him but was thrown backwards by the shadows. One walked towards Patton with a hand outstretched to escort him out.

Like hell they would!

Kicking back the beasts, he whistled for one of his snakes that was lazing around the window still to jump and attack one of the shadows nearest to Patton. While it worked momentarily, its teeth sinking into the figure, the snake found self in contact with the shadows fist as it was thrown backwards onto the window. But it was persistent, knowing it couldn't defeat the shadows that now surrounded Patton, it jumped and slithered its way as fast as it could to Pattons leg and wrapped itself around his foot to make sure it wouldn't lose Patton.

Meanwhile Deceit was throwing punches at any shadow that tried to approach him with the intentions of knocking him out, his voice raw from screaming at them to get away from Patton but ultimately he couldn't get anywhere near him...There was too many and they were insistent;

“Why are you getting in our way Deceit?”

“Wouldn't you be happy? Morality gets to finally join us as a dark side, he won't have to leave you anymore”

“You got exactly what you wanted.”

No...No this isn't what he wanted!

Feeling a sharp pain in his face after being punched and tripped up by another shadow, he fell down, feeling them kick him one after the other refusing to let him stand up. Some shadows merged from the floor to grab his wrists and legs to stop him from moving as he thrashed in anger wanting to be free. He could see in the corner of his eyes Patton starting to move now with the shadows, following with a look of content in his face- yet his eyes...That would make him feel lost in such love and warmth was void...they held no real expression. And yet Patton was smiling following them as if he was in some sort of dream like state.

Deceit felt his heart ache. What did he want? At first he wanted to make Patton hate him, to stop trying to touch his heart with hopes of making him a better person. Deceit was always content with being alone, he didn't need anyone to like him. But Patton never forced anything on Deceit, he didn't look at him with pity but rather was happy to be around the dark side. Maybe a part of Deceit knew actually...that something like this would’ve happened. Pride and Virgil had warned him. He could’ve solved this if he just decided that it was better to stay with Patton in the light side, but he didn't...he selfishly let Patton keep coming day after day because he couldn't give up what they had...

“Patton... I’m sorry…Im so so sorry…”

He weakly called out but felt another sharp pain as he felt another blow to the stomach this time catching the air from his throat as he felt his vision starting to blur, black spots appearing as his head spun feeling queasy. Patton had not paid attention to Deceit either, being lead calmly by the shadows into the hallway as Deceit tried again to get back up but found no strength.

Fear however washed over him as he knew what was coming. Beneath the glass floor something pounded against the surface over and over creating tidal waves that raged beneath them the walls around them shaking as the eyes all started to look into the center with anticipation, the glass cracking as Patton was lead to the centre just above the shadow. Turning around in that split second Patton looked to Deceit with a soft smile and mouthed something Deceit couldn't hear over the own screams of his voice as he tried to reach out.

The glass below patton shattered and what rose from the water looked like leviathan itself had manifested itself into the darksiders mindscape, screeching loudly causing any glass around them to shatter violently as it grabbed Patton with its large hand dragging him underwater in less than a second.

“Wait for me Dee.”

#Sanders sides #mociet #sympathetic deceit #ts patton #patton sanders #ts deceit #deceit sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts logan #fanfiction #tw: vomit #tw: blood #shit hits the fan real fast here #id say we've hit the halfway mark #it will get better eventually! its still a good ending i can assure you~#writing

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