#anyways sorry rockboci i stole twig for a bit
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Donât Just Eat the Egg, Eat the Whole Damn Nest
LMFAOOO i wrote most of this WEEKS ago after I saw this post on @rockbociâs blog abt WHAT IF twig was a RO and i was likeâŚ. Dam they right
Found it again 2nite and finished it up
Tfw ur sidestep but u also have a crush on sidestep :(
i also really wanted to figure out how to make that scenario of âtwo sidestepsâ work bc.... Damn we all sidestep bros
I also saw another post on Malinâs blog about peoples sidesteps interacting⌠and i was likeâŚ. YeaâŚ. me tooâŚ
Ive been SOO busy lately that i havent been keeping up with fallen hero but all the spoilers i do see look LIT
Hopefully i can catch up soon!
Warning: contains Fallen Hero: Retribution spoilers.
FH:R belongs to @fallenhero-rebirth and Twig belongs to @rockboci
gn!Sidestep/Twig - 1229 words
Itâs uh... funny the way things work out. The way that fate sometimes decides to run its course right off the track and straight into the stratosphere. Â
Youâve always heard people joke about things such as alternate universes, or parallel lives, yet it has always led to you wonder why it was you that actually happened to end up in one.
Metaphorically speaking, of course, because you like to pretend that youâre someone completely normal and that nothing bad has ever happened to you in your life. EVER.
Not that youâve ever truly managed to convince yourself of that, as there are a lot of things that youâve done and have had done to you that youâd rather not think about, but you try to live your life the way someone normal does. You eat the things you like, you smoke the things you want, and you do your best to believe that everything is easier now that youâre not living a life that someone else created for you.
And what can fate do about that?
Nothing, because you continue to watch Twig do exactly the same.
They donât look like you, not even close, and still, it seems as though youâve been following their tracks since before you can even remember. Back before you had seen the sky, when you still used to listen to other kids whisper about who had and who hadnât managed to see the real world as if it wouldnât get you all killed if anyone human heard.
You know they all did, and knowing that is even the reason you got to escape.
âYou know,â Ortega said once, interrupting your thoughts while wiping coffee cake crumbs off his cheek as he spoke, âI did tell Chen you were nice.â
You try to be kind. You try to be strong. And you like to hope that you know Twig a little better than you have ever let on.
Granted, they know you, too, but... you seem to have some form of mutual understanding when it comes to keeping quiet about the things that only the both of you know.
Your shared abilities, for one. Your different-yet-shared heinous plans, another. Even Dr. Mortum, and a bunch more stuff like that.
Except that⌠Twig works for themselves, and you, um... work for the good of the people and all things that come with upturning the government on behalf of getting revenge and once and for all being free.
Vice versa, maybe?
Not that you could ever say that out loud, of course, as youâve always been more of an âin your headâ type of person anyway, which you find to be quite ironic in this case, when Twig just so happens to smile whenever you think anything mean.
Twig knows all this about you, though, as well as the in-your-head revenge game that you play, as you find that they actually happen to know a lot. You know they agree when you think about it, and you can always feel the way Twigâs thoughts shift from black to white as if they were saying âcheersâ to the single-person party in their mind that was made up of only you.
You donât catch them smirking. You never do.Â
That being said, Twig is⌠not really a secret. Not to you, at least. And itâs a funny battle that you fight almost every single day, because you arenât a secret to them, either.
Twig sees Ortega. You, in a way, look, at Ortega. Twig looks at Herald, and you, just as strangely, see Herald.
Or... something like that, at least. You donât think too hard about whatâs really happening anymore, spending more time focusing on both getting revenge and then running away for the rest of your sorry life. Twig raises their glass to that thought, as well.
Because itâs as if fate decided to slice the world in two when you died during the Heartbreak at the exact same time as Twig.
Different room and different window, but still. You would argue that it counts, even if some might say the split came around the same time you were extracted from a water tank into a world already succumbed in tears.
You always knew Twig was actually a crybaby. It was just too bad you didnât really know them at all, and frankly still donât.
You just donât know if thatâs a good thing. You donât know if you want to.
Not that you were ever on the waiting list to become a Ranger the way that Twig was, but you had your moments.
You remember Ortega. His smile, his charm, and his big, warm hands. You remember Chen, who in retrospect didnât like Twig much either, and how you felt whenever he turned his back towards you but his front towards them. And you definitely remember feeling as favored as a lonely and lost vigilante could ever could, even when Twig gave all the interviews and you simply made your way.
Things werenât great as a vigilante, but you had your friends, and Twig had theirs. It was just a shame that they were the same people.
You almost wish you could go back. Back to when all the titles (and skintight clothing) still fit, although in some ways, you like to think that sometimes, they still do.
Even if they can and did get you killed.
You canât blame the Rangers for picking sides, just as you canât blame Twig for feeling equally as resentful when they failed to find their body, too, and then decided to give up.
Or something.
Whatever.
You have that in common.
Same home, same hospital, same death.
Cheers, Twig!
Thereâs a silent conversation you have with Twig, one that hangs on the balance beam between trust, empathy, and the fact that you, in a way, almost share blood.
Twig ignored the thought during the last time you saw them. Although, they happen to ignore you a lot, anyway, as you remember in detail how you could only sputter are the blank expression they passed your way during the last time you tried to converse, as if you were never meant to have a place on this split-in-half-earth.
Even if youâre partly why it split.
Oh well.
âI was thinking that, uh..â you start, feeling like one of those ugly gray birds with big red eyes, before youâre interrupted by a voice as cold as steel. Â
âWell, maybe you shouldnât.â Their reply is quick, yet miraculously timed and callous, even if you do your best to assume that it was a joke.
Ortega looks at you with raised eyebrows and shrugs, doing nothing to hide the broken-lipped smirk that opens his jaw.
You try again, voice hoarse âI was thinking that maybe next time you go to the diner, I could come too.â
You try to smile, pushing any annoyance you feel towards Twig full force.
They donât seemed phased, however, and continue to smile slightly at Ortegaâs laugh when he assures you that, yes, youâre always welcome to get dinner with them at âany time and always.â
Twigâs thoughts twist again, the way they always do when you think of them, especially now at your insistence that you donât want to be left behind, and you can feel that fucking smirk again.
You wonder what itâs like to have a sibling.
#fallen hero rebirth#fallen hero: rebirth#fallen hero: retribution#fallen hero spoilers#CATCH me never interacting in this fandom again#tbh i didnt think id have the motivation to finish this but i reread it and i was like DAM THIS SHIT SLAPS!#but i wrote it pretty quickly so it might be weird#anyways sorry rockboci i stole twig for a bit#LOOOOL
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