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jaskicr · 4 years ago

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reverse au BUT canon universe geralt and jaskier are sent to an alternate universe where their roles are reversed but they remember their canon lives

ft. bamf jaskier and blushy geralt

canon universe geralt and jaskier touch a weird artefact and they’re sent to an alternate universe where jaskier is a witcher and geralt is human

(this is established relationship)

so they grow up without memories of their past (???) selves but they get vague impressions/dreams that tell them something’s not right

they regain their full memories they’re 15/16 ish

jaskier is born first. he’s sent to kaer morhen and goes through the training and the trials to become a witcher (he gets extra mutations bc i said so, im a sucker for witcher!jaskier with white hair and cat eyes ok)

he remembers his life as a bard when he’s 16, not long before he sets out on the path

and he realises that geralt isn’t with him in kaer morhen - he’s in the cohort geralt would have been, he’s friends with eskel and all that, but geralt isn’t here

and jaskier thinks that whatever happened, geralt must be dead

it hurts, as he walks around kaer morhen, knowing that geralt should be there, knowing that, in another life, geralt had walked within the same walls

but jaskier still holds out hope, returning to kaer morhen every winter and hoping that someone like geralt would show up

but geralt never does, and on his travels, jaskier asks mages and researches to find a way to reverse whatever was done, but he can’t

after maybe 2 decades, jaskier gives up and properly mourns the witcher he had known, who doesn’t exist here

once, he tries picking up the lute, but it hurts too much. it reminds him of what he’s lost, reminds him that geralt isn’t here

he puts down the lute and picks up his swords. he doesn’t touch the lute after that

something like blaviken still happens but maybe in a different way bc it’s jaskier

a few decades after jaskier is born, geralt is born into a noble family

from a young age, he’s unnervingly good at sword fighting and combat, and he enjoys it, but something draws him to music

at first geralt isn’t very good at it, but there’s an inexplicable urge within him that tells him to continue, a quiet yearning for melody and music that makes him want to be good at it

so he goes to oxenfurt, and that’s when he remembers being a witcher once, remembers the path, remembers jaskier

and he searched desperately for jaskier. he scours the campus, asking professors and students, searching the faculty and alumni

but no one has heard of jaskier

and geralt knows that there’s no way that jaskier wouldn’t have gone to oxenfurt - the only reason jaskier isn’t here, isn’t in whatever universe this is, is because he’s dead

geralt vows to live in jaskier’s memory, and he takes up the lute

he misses jaskier’s singing, misses his songs. so he learns the lute, learns to sing, so that there’s always a part of jaskier with him

when geralt graduates from oxenfurt, he sets out on the road

in a fit of nostalgia, he travels to posada, something bittersweet and wistful rising within him

unbeknownst to geralt, jaskier is heading to posada as well, tracking a contract

they unknowingly end up in the same tavern

at this point, jaskier has learnt to tune out bards. it hurts too much to remember what he’ll never have, so he doesn’t register the bard that’s playing right now

geralt is playing when he spots a dark figure in the corner, black armour and swords marking him out as a witcher

it’s all too familiar, and a tentative hope blooms in geralt’s heart

maybe -

he makes his way over, heart hammering, and says the words etched deep into his memory

‘i love the way you just.. sit in the corner and brood’

and geralt’s heart is in his throat, hoping and hoping and hoping for the right response

and jaskier hears a familiar voice saying words he had said, a lifetime ago

jaskier raises his head and sees a familiar face, a face he knows as well as his own despite the different hair and eyes and stature, and his heart stutters

it can’t be. but it is. and jaskier just knows.

geralt almost cries when unnaturally bright blue eyes with slitted pupils rise to meet his, set in a familiar face marked by a long scar and framed by silver hair

‘i’m here to drink alone’

it’s this familiar exchange, repeated but reversed, that lets them know that the other remembers, that they’re here

and for the first time since they woke up in this different world, they feel complete

they bask in the moment, drinking each other in, because they’ve found each other, and even if they’re different, even if everything is different, they’re together

geralt slides into the seat opposite jaskier, and it’s so, so familiar, but so different

‘i thought you were dead,’ geralt whispers

jaskier smiles, a small and sad thing, but he reaches over and grabs geralt’s hand. their callouses are reversed, now. jaskier’s hands are rough from the grips of his swords, and geralt’s fingers are padded from years of playing the lute

‘me too,’ jaskier confesses softly. then his smile turns slightly more playful. ‘i didn’t think you’d have red hair and green eyes. you look good.’

then geralt ducks his head and blushes under his freckles (yes he has freckles it’s hella adorable ok) and jaskier is fascinated bc he’s never seen geralt blush

(and he!! has freckles!!!)

‘this suits you,’ geralt mumbles, still blushing. he peeks out from under his lashes and jaskier sort of melts. ‘the hair and the eyes, i mean.’

and, well. jaskier had been insecure about his mutations that mark him as something other, something inhuman, but hearing geralt’s acceptance of him...

jaskier squeezes geralt’s hand, still in awe that he’s here, he’s real. they’re here, together. ‘i missed you.’

geralt beams, and jaskier‘s heart warms at how easily geralt seems to smile now. ‘i missed you too.’

the elves happen pretty much the same way apart from the fact that geralt and jaskier expecting it

and when geralt follows jaskier, neither of them object to it

they try to find out what happened to them, but all they’ve figured out is that their lives have been reversed, and no one else seems to be affected

so they travel the continent together trying to find an explanation or a cure

they try to return to the place where they found the artefact, but they only find a patch of dirt

jaskier brings geralt to kaer morhen

they ask vesemir about their situation (and geralt aches at the fact that his old mentor doesn’t know him), but he has no idea

eskel and lambert look at geralt with no recognition, and it hurts

but they take to geralt easily, and in no time, it’s almost like they’re back in their own world

they find yen earlier than they do in canon. she’s hostile at first, not knowing why they’re seeking her out, but when she hears their story she’s intrigued and promises to try and find a cure

in the meantime they try to settle into the new lives and new dynamic

they both have two lifetimes in their heads, two whole lives that are theirs, that they’ve lived

of course, they’re not the same people, shaped by new experiences as well as old

geralt is more open, more affectionate, more vocal with his thoughts and feelings. he smiles more, and he’s less gruff with others, though he still isn’t completely comfortable in social interactions

jaskier is a bit quieter, a result of his witcher upbringing. he’s still mostly open about his emotions, and being around geralt makes him smile and chatter liked he used to, but there’s a hypervigilance in him borne out of his witcher training, something lethal and deadly

they learn about each other again, finding new things to love and explore

now, geralt is the one who plays in taverns, and jaskier is the one who takes contracts

geralt still retains the skills and memories of his training as a witcher. though he lacks the enhanced strength, he can still fight, and jaskier gets some lightweight swords for him

geralt helps out on contracts sometimes, when he’s confident that he won’t get hurt. jaskier is reluctant at first, but concedes that geralt should be able to hold his own against weaker monsters

that’s when geralt realises that witcher!jaskier is a huge bamf and also very buff (buff jaskier rights!!!) and geralt really shouldn’t like it as much as he does

jaskier also looks unfairly good in armour with his swords in his hands

and now he understands why jaskier used to be obsessed about his black eyes after taking a potion, because HNNNG

with geralt by his side, jaskier doesn’t mind playing the lute again. it doesn’t hurt like it used to, with geralt by his side once more

geralt lends jaskier his lute and jaskier plucks out tentative notes on the strings, before he launches into one of his songs

jaskier’s voice is rough and untrained, lacking the oxenfurt training he used to have as a bard, but it’s pleasant and sweet, and geralt joins in, their voices twining together in a lovely duet

jaskier doesn’t join geralt when he sings in taverns, fearful of how humans would react, but on the road, they sometimes sing together, and it’s unexpectedly nice

(maybe jaskier gets a glamour at some point, and the continent discovers that the famed bard geralt occasionally gains a partner)

as a witcher, geralt had been unable to lash out at the people who’d insulted him and attacked him

but now, he’s human, and watching jaskier’s shoulders slump as humans spit vitriol at him, well, geralt gets to be feral now

he’s far more dangerous than jaskier had been as a bard. sure, bard jaskier was feral, but he lacked the skills that geralt remembers from his time as a witcher

the humans don’t stand a chance against geralt, and jaskier is the one hauling geralt out of fights now, and many taverns witness a white-haired witcher dragging his redheaded bard out as he yanks him into a fierce kiss

they’re both very soft and very gone on one another. geralt is far more tactile now and jaskier does not mind. they cuddle a lot and jaskier is the big spoon

they’re both openly affectionate, there’s a lot of soft hand holding and hair braiding and casual touches and like. they’re just soft, ok?

jaskier makes it his mission to make geralt blush as much as possible, because it’s adorable

(he also discovers how far down that blush goes, and geralt gets to witness jaskier’s witcher strength and stamina)

they make it work. jaskier gets insecure sometimes, knowing that his features are unnatural and scarred and nothing like what he’d looked like as a bard

but geralt reassures him, telling him that he’s beautiful no matter what

sometimes, geralt hates his own human frailty, how weak he is without his enhanced strength and how easily he gets hurt

but jaskier shows him everything he loves about geralt’s human body, telling him how happy he is that geralt gets to live a life without the suffering of a witcher

and the longer they’re together and the more they get to know each other all over again, they become less sure whether they want a cure or not

geralt likes being a human bard. humans don’t hate him anymore, and he likes being a bard more than he thought he would

but he knows that jaskier is, by nature, someone who loves people. and watching jaskier be rejected by prejudiced humans makes geralt’s heart hurt, because jaskier loves people so fucking much, and now he’s hated by them

but jaskier doesn’t mind being a witcher either. he can help people now, even if they’re ungrateful. there’s a deep satisfaction as he slays monsters terrorising innocents, and like this, he also gets to protect geralt

(not that geralt needs protecting, but still, it’s nice. and geralt has realised that he quite likes jaskier swooping in to save him aka picking him up in his arms)

and jaskier sees how free and easy and open this geralt is, unburdened by decades of hatred and conflict, and he wants this for geralt, wants geralt to know the happiness of a human life without being hated by the very people he helps

both of them like the lives they lead now, and they don’t know if they want to go back. but their old life is the original world, and they still wonder if they should go back

idk how it ends - either they somehow find a cure and return to canon universe with a whole load of new experiences, or they never find a cure and they learn to live in this new world

or maybe they do find a cure and decide that they’ll stay in this world because they’ve learnt to accept and love each other even with the changes, and it’s their world now

there’s a fic for this now!

#geraskier #jaskier #geralt #geralt of rivia #witcher!jaskier #witcher jaskier #bard!geralt #the witcher #mine*

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thegoodgayshit · 4 years ago

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Nineteen: We Play the World's Most Dangerous Game of Ultimate Frisbee

The dance floor was filled to the brim with students enjoying the music, so Luz led Amity by the hand to a more quiet spot on the outskirts where they wouldn’t be bumped by other dancers. When they got to a good spot, Luz gave Amity an experimental turn, and the daughter of Aphrodite giggled as she did a spin, and Luz saw the tip of her sword hanging just above her knees.

“Wait, you actually put your sword there? I thought you were joking!” Luz exclaimed, and Amity laughed, her cheeks flushing red as she pushed her dress back down with the hand that wasn’t tightly gripping Luz’s.

“Where else was I supposed to put it?” Amity asked sheepishly, “I’ve never needed to carry my sword while wearing a dress before.”

“I’m just surprised that the great Amity Blight doesn’t have a magically concealed weapon like I do.” Luz teased, wiggling her fingers to show off Aletheia, which was sitting comfortably on her ring finger.

Amity rolled her eyes. “Magical artifacts like that are few and far between. And not all of us are stupid enough to choose a cursed weapon like that one.”

“Hey!” Luz put her hand over her heart as though offended, but the smile stretching across her face gave away just how unbothered she was by the comment. “I love my magic sword and all its cursed qualities, alright?”

The two of them twirled around to the upbeat music together, cracking a couple of jokes and laughing. Luz couldn’t actually remember the last time she’d been this happy. Sure, she was on a dangerous quest to save Olympus and probably the entire world, but at this moment, in this stupid university hall holding Amity’s hand and spinning her while her best friends watched in the wings, Luz thought tonight couldn’t get any better.

After a moment, the song switched, and it took on a much slower rhythm. The pair’s dancing slowed, and Luz started to feel the heat under her collar. She could do the upbeat and quick dancing, but suddenly the idea of pulling Amity in for a slower dance was making her nervous.

Amity seemed to be feeling similarly, because she cleared her throat, her cheeks turning pink as she looked away from Luz awkwardly.

Exhaling nervously, Luz mustered a smile and squeezed Amity’s hand. “Would you want to um…” she gestured with her free hand to the room around her, and thankfully Amity just giggled.

“Yeah… okay.”

Luz's smile grew, and she gently pulled Amity closer to her. She gently put her hands high up on Amity’s waist, and the daughter of Aphrodite timidly let hers fall onto Luz’s shoulders. She was so close, Luz could make out the tiniest details about her she hadn’t noticed before. Her chipped black nail polish or the splash of freckles across her nose. The two swayed slowly to the music, not really following any sort of dance in particular.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, not with Amity’s gold eyes staring at her softly, but Luz’s heart was beating way too quickly in her chest to be able to just enjoy it. The need to say something, anything at all, quickly overcame her.

“So uh, this is nice.”

Amity snorted at Luz’s awkwardness, which just made her heartbeat quicken. Amity was so cute when she laughed.

“Yeah, it is. I’ve never been to a school dance before.”

Luz swallowed hard. Her heartbeat had now sped up for an entirely different reason.

“I have.”

Amity, who hadn’t noticed the change in Luz’s demeanor, just tilted her head curiously. “Oh yeah? Was it anything like this one?”

“I… I don’t really remember.” Luz really didn’t want to talk about it, but she wasn’t going to ruin the mood just because she’d answered Amity’s question.

Amity, however, had seemed to pick up on Luz’s hesitance, and she frowned. Her hands on Luz’s shoulders tightened reassuringly.

“Luz, are you okay?”

Luz shrugged her shoulders. “The last time I went to a school dance the kids there played a prank on me and it ruined my dress. I haven’t been to once since.”

“What?” Amity gasped, her eyes widening. “Why would they do that? ‘

Luz felt her eyes beginning to prick with tears at the memory. She’s swallowed hard to force it away.

“I’m kinda the weird kid at my school. I don’t really fit in. There was a group of girls who found out about my crush on this girl and… well… it’s a long story. They picked on me all year. But the semiformal dance was the worst. They met me outside before I could even go in and threw the punch on my dress. Then I found out the girl I liked was in on it and… well, you can guess how it went from there. I just went straight home. It was mean… but I’ve dealt with worse, you know?”

Amity’s frown had deepened, and Luz wanted more than anything to change the subject off of Maya. This was supposed to be fun, and a way for her and Amity to get closer. She didn’t want to unload all her old mess on her. Amity didn’t deserve that.

“Luz, I’m so sorry. I heard about those girls from my siblings. One of them was an empousai, right? They’re terrible monsters, they like to pick on unclaimed demigods-”

“It wasn’t the monster,” Luz interjected her face flushing red. She was embarrassed to be talking about this, but it wasn’t as bad as she had thought it might be. Amity wasn’t judging her. She wasn’t faking any sympathy, she just… listened. But despite the careful and kind way Amity was letting Luz talk, the usually upbeat demigod was letting all those quiet feelings bring themselves to the surface. She was angry, and hurt… and bitter too.

“The monster didn’t come until after the semiformal. The girls who bullied me… they were just regular kids. Regular mortals who just wanted to make me feel terrible for no reason other than that I was different.”

Amity was quiet, and the two continued to sway to the slower music together, when Luz looked at her, she saw Amity’s face morphed into sad contemplation. Luz tilted her head curiously, and Amity eventually sighed.

“Luz, I owe you an apology,” she said, her voice so low that Luz would have missed it if they weren’t so close.

“Wait, wait?” Luz asked, her eyes widening owlishly.

“I do,” Amity insisted, her arms tightening around Luz’s shoulders as they continued to sway. “I was… not nice to you when you first came to camp. I’m really sorry about that.”

Luz chuckled, her cheeks heating up as she looked away. “Amity, you don’t have to be sorry you’ve made up for it enough. You saved my life back in Kansas-”

“And you saved mine first when I definitely didn’t deserve it,” Amity retorted. Luz bit her lip, not knowing how to respond. Amity caught this and reached one hand off Luz’s shoulder to push a loose strand of hair behind her ear nervously. Luz’s shoulder tingled at the loss of contact.

“Just… please let me apologize ok? Honestly, I’ve been kind of amazed at how brave you are. You’ve done things I could never do…”

Luz finally let herself laugh, maybe because of the craziness of where the conversation had turned, or maybe because Amity looked so sheepish, Luz couldn’t help herself.

“Yeah right. Are you going soft on me, Blight?”

Amity’s eyes narrowed playfully, and she smiled. “In your dreams.”

Luz laughed again, and somewhat out of reflex she pulled Amity closer to her, and Amity moved too, resting her head on Luz’s shoulder as they moved to the song. It had changed again, to a more fast-paced beat than the previous song, but their dancing didn’t change tempo, and instead, they kept swaying slowly.

Luz’s heart was beating so fast she wasn’t sure if it had stopped or was just skipping too many beats to count. Amity’s cheek was pressed against the top of her shoulder, and her arms were wrapped tight around Luz’s neck, and Luz could feel the lace sleeves of her dress tickle the skin on her neck. Luz just simply let her hold herself there for a few moments, savoring it before she remembered she hadn’t actually responded properly to Amity.

“I forgive you,” she whispered, and Amity looked up in surprise, meeting Luz’s brown eyes with her gold ones.

“You do?” She replied, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

Luz shrugged her shoulders, a bright smile pulling at her lips. “Yeah, after everything that’s happened on this quest, you’ve more than earned it.”

Amity just gaped at her for a few seconds, before the biggest smile Luz had ever seen on her stretched across her face. Luz laughed again at the sight, it was like she was a little kid opening her Christmas gifts.

“Why are you laughing?” Amity asked, her smiling pausing as though Luz was making fun of her.

“I’m not laughing at you,” Luz promised her, biting her lip to keep more giggles from spilling out of her mouth. “I just think you’re cute when you smile.”

Amity blushed, but the smile didn’t leave her face. Luz was suddenly beginning to feel bolder, taking that as a good sign as any. Her hands on Amity’s waist tightened, and without meaning to her eyes flickered down to Amity’s lips.

Amity must have seen this because her blush deepened, but she made no move to pull away. Luz’s mouth began to go dry, and she felt herself move closer and closer to Amity. Her stomach was fluttering nervously, and she couldn’t believe she was actually about to do this.

Just as the gap between them got smaller and smaller, Luz’s eyes out of nervous habit flickered to where Willow had been standing earlier, and with a jolt that felt like ice running through her veins, she reared back from Amity, her eyes widening.

Willow was nowhere to be seen. She scanned the prom quickly, and to her horror, Gus was gone too.

“Holy Hermes, how long ago did Willow and Gus sneak out?”

Amity jerked back from her quickly, her face still flushed a deep red, but her eyes widening in a similar panic. “The mission! I totally forgot!”

“Me too,” Luz exclaimed in horror, but she couldn’t help the pink that ran up her cheeks when she realized exactly why she’d forgotten. Her left hand had slipped from Amity’s waist to her hand when they’d separated, and she squeezed it absentmindedly as she started dragging Amity through the crowd. “We have to go.”

The pair pushed through the crowd of students, careful not to alert any of the security of what was happening. When Luz thought they were clear, she pushed open the side door with her shoulder and pulled Amity through it, a rush of the cool summer air hitting her in the face as they went outside.

Luz’s heart was hammering in her chest as she let go of Amity’s hand, immediately missing the warm contact. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two of the masks, tossing one to Amity. They pulled them around their faces, (nothing fancy, but it was black and covered their nose and mouth) and started walking hastily towards the classics building.

“I hope they haven’t been waiting too long, who knows what is protecting that shield,” Amity said quietly to Luz, as the two of them ran next to one another.

Luz nodded, her own anxiety beginning to climb. Gus had told Luz before that while it might appear many Greek artifacts were just out in the open, a lot of the time there was something from their world keeping them there, out of the mortal's line of sight. Luz hoped that after losing track of time Willow and Gus weren’t in any kind of danger.

When they arrived to the classics building, (Amity had been leading the way since all of the buildings seemed to look exactly the same to Luz) Amity skidded to a stop, and Luz followed suit. The door was open, with a plank of wood wedged between it.

“They’re inside, Gus must have unlocked it and left it ajar for us,” she said, pushing the door open. “Let’s move.”

Luz didn’t need to be told twice. The pair moved quickly through the halls, and thankfully Amity seemed to know where she was going because Luz would have gotten hopelessly lost.

When they rounded one corner in particular, Amity held her arm out, stopping Luz.

“Did you hear that?” She asked, terrified.

Luz paused, listening closely. She didn’t hear anything in particular, but then a loud alarm bell starting ringing, following by a banging noise. Luz tensed when that sound was followed by a yelp she could recognize anywhere.

“Gus!” She yelled, reaching on her ring to uncap Aletheia which shifted into a sword. Luz pushed through the door and past the ringing alarm bells a few feet down the hall with Amity close on her heels. When she burst into the room, her eyes widened.

“What are those?” She squeaked to Amity, whose mouth had dropped open.

Willow and Gus were at the edge of the room, holding out their weapons threateningly. Behind them, there were half a dozen metal warriors that had come to life all around them. Four of them had swords, and two had spears, and they were closing in on Willow and Gus, their faces designed into scowls, their eyes flashing a bright neon blue.

“Hephaestus left automatons to protect the shield!” Gus shouted from the front of the room. He had his own spear and shield up and ready, and next to him Willow was holding out her sword, a new bronze shield strapped to her arm.

“Help us!” She screamed, swinging at one of the spear-holding statues, who deflected.

Luz and Amity didn’t hesitate before charging into the fray. Luz lunged at one of the automatons with its back to them, and she managed to slice it right in half. Amity swung her own through the head of another, and it collapsed to the ground. That’s when the other two in front turned to the new opponents.

Luz had to hold back a yelp as one swung, and her sword collided with it. Luz was pretty good with her blade, but this automaton was no laughing stock. With its full attention on Luz, it managed to dodge and parry her attacks like a pro, and Luz had to focus all her attention on it.

“We have to go!” Willow shouted as she met the spear of her automaton. “An alarm sounded the second I touched the shield. If we don’t get away now, security will catch us!”

“How are we supposed to get past the automatons?” Amity said, her sword stuck between the automaton as she pushed against it. Gus was in a similar position, his spear stuck between his own shield and the other automaton.

Luz grimaced, pushing forward with a particularly hard strike. Her automaton dropped a few feet backward, and Luz noticed something she had missed before. Every time the automaton stepped backward, the gears in its body moved too, and it had to wait a few moments to adjust before swinging. A classic slower attacker. She looked behind the automaton and saw a row of potted plants growing against the wall behind them, and all of a sudden, Luz had an idea.

“Willow!” Luz yelled, shifting her sword back into her ring and slipping it on her finger, ducking under the automaton’s next swing. “Let’s do the thorn vault! The one we practiced for capture the flag!”

“What?” Willow exclaimed, swinging against the automaton again, narrowing missing its arm. “Are you crazy?”

“Just trust me!” Luz pleaded, already reaching into the inside pockets of her suit. She knew she had put these in there for a reason. Her hands wrapped around the leather hand buzzer, and she slipped it over her left hand.

“Okay, you’re actually crazy!” Willow said, but she got into position anyway. “Gus, Amity! Get ready!”

“Get ready for what?” Amity said in horror, and Luz could tell she was already dreading their idea. From behind her, the potted plants began to rise, getting thicker and thicker with every passing second.

Luz had to duck against the automaton’s next swing, but she slammed the hand buzzer against the bronze statue, and electricity began spilling up into the machine. It started vibrating wildly, and Luz grinned in satisfaction as it’s blue eyes flickered. She looked at her other friends.

‘Now or never!”

“I’m ready!” Gus yelled back, pushing against the automaton with his shield and putting some space between them.

“Alright!” Willow yelled, slashing her sword in the air. “Luz, now!”

The roots came flying at her almost quicker than she was expecting, and Luz jumped, landing hard on the feet of the thick vines. They were easily two meters thick, and still shooting forward. But Luz didn’t have time to admired Willow’s obvious skill.

“Heads up!” She yelled to Willow, slamming her hand buzzer against the head of her own automaton, and the machine began to fizz out wildly, just like Luz’s had. Willow reached out her other hand, and the shield flew towards Luz. She caught it in her free hand, and as the thorns began to turn and spin towards Gus, she slammed it down hard on the head of the automaton, startling it enough that Gus could run it through the neck with his spear.

“Alright!” Gus whooped in excitement, spinning and kicking the automaton’s headless body down to the ground.

“Willow!” Luz shouted, pointing to Amity. “Turn!”

Willow slashed her sword in the other direction, and Luz had to wrap her now empty hand tight around the vine as it spun towards Amity. Knowing she didn’t have another plan, she tossed her the shield, and the daughter of Aphrodite caught it, slinging it around her corsage as she smashed the face of it against the automaton, pushing it a few feet away from her.

Grinning at her opening, Luz jumped off the vine and landed in front of the stumbling statue. She slapping her buzzer against the automaton, and the whole thing began to vibrate until it collapsed to the ground.

Willow and Gus cheered from behind them, and Luz threw her hands up in the air, grinning gleefully. “Alright!”

She reached around with her non-buzzer hand and pulled Amity into a hug. “Teamwork, baby!”

“Luz!” Amity yelped, pointing behind them. Luz turned her head, and her stomach dropped. There were two mortal security guards, who were watching the whole thing with their mouths dropped.

“Uh oh,” Luz said slowly, already backing away. Now that the adrenaline had faded, all she could hear was the sound of the security alarm and the feeling of the room’s cameras on her body. This was definitely not good.

“Over here!” Gus exclaimed from behind them, and when Luz turned her head, her friends were already running towards the emergency exit against the sidewall. Turning towards them, Amity and Luz started sprinting, and the security guards seemed to finally snap out of their trance.

“Hey! You kids get back here!”

“What do we do?” Amity hissed as Willow and Gus pushed the door open. “We’re going to get caught!”

“I’ve got it!” Luz said, reaching into her suit’s inside pocket and pulling out the bag her siblings had given her back at camp. She didn’t know what this was going to do, and she was feeling terrible that the mortals were going to have to deal with it, but surely this was better than getting electrocuted by the buzzer. “Get through the door, now!”

The second her friends had pushed through the door, Luz turned her head and threw the bag against the ground at the entrance as hard as she could, praying this would give them a clean getaway.

She had gotten a little more than she’d bargained for.

The ground exploded in a fleet of purple powder, and Luz was knocked clean off her feet. She was pushed backward, rolling against the ground as she heard screaming coming from her friends behind her, and the guards on the other side. She hit the pavement with a thud, rolling a few feet, and she struggled for breath as the air was knocked out of her lungs.

“Luz!” Came a very high pitched voice from next to her. Luz blinked, coughing as she saw Amity above her, trying to pull her to her feet. “Are you alright?”

When Luz realized what Amity sounded like, she couldn’t help but chuckle through coughs as she stood on shaky legs. “Why do you sound like that?”

When she realized that she sounded like that too, she laughed again. Gods, she sounded so funny.

“I can’t believe Viney gave you a helium bomb,” Amity said exasperated, and Luz laughed even harder. “That could have killed you!”

“Did it work?” Luz asked, trying to stifle her chuckles. In hindsight, it wasn’t so funny as it was ridiculous, but for whatever reason Luz just couldn’t calm down.

“It did, but it won’t for long if we don’t move!” Gus said from next to her, his voice also unreasonably high pitched. Luz laughed so hard she thought her lungs were going to explode.

“What’s wrong with her?” Willow muttered from next to Gus, and Amity rolled her eyes.

“She was in the direct blast,” Amity replied quietly. “she’ll be like this for a little while. But we have to go.”

“I threw the bag, and it just went like… BOOM!” Luz said to them, her grin so wide she was sure she probably looked insane. “I saved the day!”

“Yes, you did,” Amity said to her gently, already pulling her along by the hand as the four of them started running. Luz’s feet were stumbling as she went, and she was slightly aware of the aching in her chest as she ran. Probably when she hit the ground when it exploded. Gods, that was soooo funny. She was snorting to herself just thinking about it.

By the time Luz was able to process where she was, they were already back at where they had ditched their bags. Throwing their stuff over their shoulders, Willow grabbed Luz’s bag as the demigod collapsed to her knees, laughing so hard tears were running down her face.

“What do we do?” Gus asked, and Luz clutched her stomach at the sound of her voice. Her laughs had become silent, as she struggled to breathe. “We can’t take her anywhere like this… and the mortal police will be here any minute.”

“She’s going to start losing it… and I mean more than she already has,” Amity whispered to them, looking at Luz in panic. “She’s probably not going to remember any of this.”

Willow was humming under her breath, looking around the building to prom with her eyes narrowed in focus. Suddenly her gaze flickered over to a mom, clearly waiting for her kids, and her eyes widened.

“Leave it to me,” she said certainly. “Just get all our stuff ready and I’ll be right back.”

“Willow, what are you doing?” Gus hissed in panic as she began to walk over, and Amity leaned down to Luz, who had now just started vibrating on the grassy floor. Luz felt a hand touch her back, and when she looked up, Amity was looking at her anxiously.

“Luz? Just try and stay calm ok? Everything is going to be fine.”

Luz caught herself choking on laughter once again, reaching up with her hand to gently touch Amity’s face.

“I can’t believe I did that, I flew like… so high into the air. Did you see it? Was it so cool?”

Amity bit her lip, nodding gently. “Yes, Luz. It was very cool.”

Luz chuckled again, clutching her stomach. She was only half aware of her vision beginning to go in and out.

“It was cool. But do you know what would have been way cooler?”

Amity frowned, leaning in to look at Luz, who was still cackling to herself, pressing her hands against her stomach, and neck, and face, in an attempt to suppress it. “What, Luz?”

Luz sighed to herself, feeling her eyes beginning to close. Was she about to fall asleep? Maybe. She was very tired after all, and her chest was aching, and her stomach was clenching so hard she was worried she might throw up. She didn’t want to do that in front of Amity.

“I would have liked to finish our dance,” Luz said, so quietly Amity had to lean in to hear it. “I was finally working up the courage to kiss you, you know.”

Luz didn’t remember much after that. Between someone hauling her limp body off the ground and yelling from all around, she had kind of zoned out. She did remember being put into some kind of car, and by that point, all she had to do was lean her head on Amity’s shoulder before she finally fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

#the owl house #lumity #luz x amity #Percy Jackson AU #shelby speaks

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appletart09-but-sanders-sides · 4 years ago

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“I’m me”- Grand Guardians AU oneshot

CHARACTERS: Janus “Deceit” Sanders, Virgil “Anxiety” Sanders, Patton “Morality” Sanders

PAIRINGS: Past Moceit (Janus/Patton), Familial Anxeit (Janus/Virgil)

SETTING: Sanders Sides Grand Guardians AU (An AU in which all the sides are deities or “guardians” of the traits they represent)

WARNINGS: Angst, a mental breakdown of sorts, identity issues, abandonment

WORD COUNT: 1349

NOTES: I don’t know exactly where this idea came from. I was working on Patton’s design a few days ago, and suddenly I had to write this scene. I hope you all enjoy it, despite the angst, haha

Have fuuuun <3

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Janus practically stormed into his home, tearing off his cloak and hat, throwing them to the floor the second he was inside. Large wooden doors slammed behind him as he slithered deeper into the dark.

Why did he abandon us?

What do they have that Remus and I don’t?

What did I do wrong?

It had been the first time Janus had seen Virgil since Virgil had run away. And to be honest with himself, Janus had almost hoped that Virgil hadn’t left willingly. He wished that he could’ve saved Virgil from them, he wished that he could’ve brought Virgil home. Where they all belonged; Remus, Virgil, and himself. In this awful little dysfunctional family that was the “dark” guardians.

Janus made his way through the winding labyrinth of his home, eventually getting to his study. Good. I should at least be able to get myself together here. He lied to himself. The guardian stood in the doorway of his study, flicking a switch by the door that lit the oil lamps around the room, bathing it in golden light. Janus took a deep breath, still standing in the doorway of the study. He could practically hear himself guiding Virgil through the same exercise.

Breathe in for four seconds.

Hold your breath for seven seconds.

Breathe out for eight seconds.

Good job Virgil, now just repeat that, just breathe.

Janus felt his heartbeat slow from the violent pounding it had been when he entered the house. He had at least calmed himself down a little bit. There was a reason he had taught the more anxious of his sons that breathing exercise; it worked.

Now that he was more composed, Janus entered his study, pacing over to his desk and taking a seat. By habit he reached across the desk and picked up his journal from it’s spot sitting against the wall. Wait. Do I really want to write about today? Janus had been keeping journals for countless years; since long before the “split” that divided his family centuries ago. It had been a recommendation from Patton.

Now now Dee, I know you really don’t like talking about your feelings, but you can’t just internalize them! That could hurt you!

…

Oh! I know! Why don’t you keep a journal? That way you could get your feelings out without having to talk about them when you don’t want to!

Janus caught himself smiling, lost in the memory of the conversation. Lost in the memory of Patton. Janus’s expression grew bitter. Virgil wasn’t the only person he’d seen today. He shoved his journal back to the spot it had left empty, standing up from his desk with a frustrated huff.

“Oh I just love thinking about all these depressing realities,” He hissed under his breath, unsure about who he was talking to. “Would it be so much to ask to not think for five minutes?”

Before Janus knew where he was going, he found himself standing in front of his bathroom sink, taking off his gloves. He turned on the water to as cold as it could get, splashing his face. He got water both on his shirt in his hair. But frankly, he couldn’t care less right now. He felt the cold water running down his skin and his scales, trying to jolt himself back to reality, trying to jolt himself back into the present.

Huh, that’s odd. Janus swore that some of the water dripping down his cheeks wasn’t the cold water from his sink.

Am I… crying? He thought, running his hand over his scaled cheek, questioning the moisture he found there.

He finally looked up to inspect his reflection, wanting to put himself back together and forget that any of the last day had happened. But instead of his own face staring back at him through the mirror, there was Virgil’s.

Sloppy hair, bangs covering his exhausted eyes. Dark black circles underneath them. Virgil looked…

tired?

No.

Afraid?

No.

Sad?

That’s it. Janus thought. Why was Virgil sad? Wasn’t he happier now? Wasn’t he better off? Why was he looking at Janus like the snake was dying? He hated that look.

“I can’t look at you right now.” Virgil’s mouth moved in the reflection, Janus’s voice came out. There was a pause. A horribly silent pause where Virgil kept that same dejected look on his usually grumpy face.

Then Janus felt his skin ripple, just like it always did when he shapeshifted. He kept his eyes locked on the mirror, on Virgil. Or, more accurately, on where Virgil was melting away into another figure.

The face now looking back at Janus was soft, kind, freckled. Dusty brown curls framed the face, which had a pair of almost cartoonishly large glasses perched on its nose.

“Is this who you wanted to see?” Patton asked, his musical voice just like Janus remembered it all those years ago.

“I think so,” It was Janus’s voice this time. Low and hissing when compared to Patton’s joyous tone.

“Oh Jan, I worry about you, you know that?” Patton’s voice said. “I’m not sure if your heart can snake much more of this” Janus let himself laugh at the horrible pun, but was surprised when he couldn’t tell who’s laughing he heard. But he did look up at his reflection and see Patton smiling at him. Janus could never forget that smile. It was radiant, like the sun itself. But the smile in the mirror wasn’t quite right. Patton’s head tilted slightly, his smile shifting.

That’s it. Janus thought.

Then he caught himself, seeing Patton’s face in the mirror fall into what looked like it could be panic.

“What am I doing?” This time it was clearly Janus’s voice that rang out in the room as Patton’s mouth moved. “I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve cursed you. I couldn’t tell you how many days and years I’ve spent confused over what you did. What you did to our family, Patton,”

There was a pause, Patton didn’t respond.

“And yet, Virgil chooses you? Over me?” Janus’s voice hissed from Patton’s lips. “I raised him. I loved him. He was my son!” There were tears welling up in Patton’s eyes now. “You… you can’t just keep taking my family from me.”

With those words, Janus looked away from the mirror, unable to look Patton in the eyes anymore. His hands were locked tight holding onto the countertop, his head hanging from his shoulders. He could see droplets of water falling into the sink. Odd, I could’ve sworn I turned the water off.

“Janus,” Patton’s voice suddenly rang out. Calm and gentle, almost the loving voice that Janus remembered from centuries ago. “I’m not sure why Virgil left home. I’m not sure why he ran away from you and Remus. You were his family.” Janus looked back up as the reflection of Patton in the mirror. The face in the mirror took a deep breath.

“You can’t stay here Janus. It’ll break you. Jumble your mind until nothing’s left,” Patton said. Or, had that been Janus? He couldn’t tell.

Whoever it had been, they were silent now.

Janus watched Patton carefully in the mirror. He watched as Patton’s entire form seemed to ripple and shift, contorting until there was a different person in the mirror.

Someone tall and thin, almost concerningly so. He was dressed well in black and yellow, but it seemed like the collar of his shirt and his hair had gotten a little wet. Janus inspected the face in front of him. It was angular, sharp, and unwelcoming. Nothing like Patton’s face. But perhaps the most striking feature on this face was on its left side. It was littered in green scales. Like a snake. Like a monster. Someone who would drive everyone he loved far away.

Janus snapped back into his own mind, realizing who the man in front of him was. Then, he spoke words that he had to repeat to keep himself sane more often than he’d like to admit.

“I’m me,”

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GRAND GUARDIANS AU TAGLIST:

@galactic-magick , @zadi-jyne , (DM me or send me an ask if you’d like to be added <3)

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #ss grand guardians #apple's writing #moceit #sanders sides janus #janus sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides deceit #patton sanders #sanders sides patton #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #sanders sides au

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fletchphoenix · 4 years ago

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Forget What I Said, It’s Not What I Meant

Chapter 14!!!!! I’m not gonna say much other than thank you for your support and onwards with the chapter :) Also late update because I had D&D and then had to study so sorry!

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When Varian arrived at Rapunzel’s house, everyone seemed to pick up on what happened. There were no ‘Where’s Hugo’s or ‘Why do you look so sad?’s or any questions, just everyone treating him like he was porcelain or really really delicate..it annoyed him. Sure, he didn’t want to talk about it, but tip-toeing around the subject and acting as though he’d break down in tears at even the mention of Hugo just felt demeaning. It was his decision, admittedly an incorrect once, but his decision nonetheless. He was the one who initiated the breakup, so why would he be the upset one? That wasn’t to say he wasn’t either, it’s just...agh! Feelings were confusing!

Things didn’t change at dinner, everyone averting their eyes from him as they just sat down and proceeded to shovel food into their mouths as fast as they could, as though trying to avoid the elephant in the room - that being Hugo’s empty chair beside Varian’s. He frowned and ate as everyone avoided eye contact with him. Now this was just a joke. He wasn’t upset- He really wasn’t! Sure, he desperately wanted the other boy back and every second without him felt like agony, but hey! He wasn’t having a blatant mental breakdown at least! He desperately tried to make conversation, but everyone else seemed unbothered, just staring at their own plates, so he quickly relented with his attempts and joined in with their unspoken pack to silence.

After the dinner was done, he sat outside on the porch with the wind slowly blowing through his hair as he shut his eyes and let himself be taken away, deep in thought. Was what he did right? Was his mother being truly honest with him? There was no way Hugo could’ve known that his...well he still didn’t even know the relationship between him and Donella, Hugo had never had the chance to tell him, had done what she did to his mother. He couldn’t have been too old when it happened either, only around five or six so it was unfair to just dump all of his baggage on him and take out all the anger. He just didn’t know if Hugo would even forgive him for how he acted out…god, he’d really messed up this time. He still couldn’t wipe the thought from his mind of how broken-hearted Hugo looked as he screamed at him in the apartment hallway, their happy photos relentlessly staring them down to mock the hurricane of negativity he’d created. He let out a sigh. Maybe he was a monster and everyone before was right..maybe he should’ve been the one to go into a coma, not his dad..maybe-

“Hey kid, you alright?” Cass asked as she sat beside him, a frown on her face before she closed her eyes and let herself relax, Varian averting his eyes and avoiding the question. A weight on his back prompted him to look over at the woman, the hand there rubbing small, soft circles like Hugo used to. “I get it, breakups are hard. And they really do suck when you still love the person you hurt, but...I can tell this wasn’t what either of you wanted. You still love him and I can tell from every little movement you make. So talk to him. Chances are he still loves you just the same as he did before, he just doesn’t feel as though he can express it to you. You’re gonna have to be the one to tell him you still love him if that’s what you want. If he’s what you want. I love you, kid, and you love Hugo. And I sure as hell knows he loves you. Just..do what you think is right to reconcile with him, we all can’t bear to see you sad.” she finished, her eyes still shut as Varian stared at her in confusion.

The rest of the night and the whole of Thursday, Varian had thought about what Cassandra had said, it echoing in his brain to no avail as he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was she right about Hugo truly loving him that much? Surely he couldn’t after all the..less than desirable things he’d yelled at the other boy. Regardless, he’d brought his phone out and pressed Hugo’s contact, immediately typing before hesitating when done. He had the text typed out ‘Hey Hugo, can we meet up at two at the coffee shop? We need to talk.’ but he couldn’t bring himself to send it. It felt like when they first talked, him struggling to even send a simple ‘Hi’, but this time the stakes were higher and their whole relationship depended on it. He sighed heavily and glanced over at his cat, who was sitting in his lap, and he could swear Ruddiger gave him a slight nod. Shakily, he pressed ‘Send’ and prayed to God that Hugo didn’t hate him or ignore him.

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Today was Friday, and Hugo didn’t know why he’d decided to read the text Varian sent him, or agreed to meet up with the younger boy, but here he was, walking down the pitch black streets of Corona town at two in the morning with the only light emitting from his phone screen and helping guide him through the winding roads. He still wasn’t even sure why he’d even picked up his phone and read the text, let alone agreed, after he’d torn his heart in half right in front of him with seemingly no remorse, but hey, he was on his way so might as well agree. There was no backing out, not anymore. He had to face his problems head on - he was done with running from the other boy, even if he’d caused him so much heartache and trouble in the past few days which he DEFINTELY didn’t deserve whatsoever.

He quickly made his way down the road, the uncomfortable heat and humidity of summer causing his clothes to stick to his back. It felt as gross as it sounded, him cringing at the sensation. He hated summer, he always had. Always way too warm, and the orphanage never had air con, neither did Donella’s house so he suffered this time of year with no remorse from the sun until autumn saved him from his pain. Hopefully it’ll all be worth it, he thought as he opened the doors to the place he knew oh so well, immediately strolling to their signature booth and spotting the raven haired boy already sitting there with two coffee cups: a vanilla latte and a black coffee for him, a familiar sight minus the coffee cups. “Hey, don’t I usually buy the drinks?” Hugo asked, forcing a grin on his face before taking a seat.

Varian still looked as beautiful as the day he’d told Hugo to leave, Hugo’s eyes taking in every detail as all the memories flooded back to him and tears threatening to roll down his cheeks as he let them take down the wall he’d placed there. He missed him so much it was hard to even describe. He’d missed the freckles on his shoulders, the way he’d subconsciously cuddle closer to his boyfriend when watching a horror movie, the way that when he laughed, he’d let out little snorts...he missed all the little things, the little imperfections that he adored. However, there were more worrying aspects now that he looked closer: dark bags under his eyes, his skin unbelievably pale. It wasn’t noticeable if you hadn’t known him long, but..Hugo knew him well enough to know he was troubled. Still, Varian forced a slight smile and shuffled closer. “Yep, well I thought I’d switch it up a little being as I kinda..forced you out of your house at two in the morning. Which..brings me to why I brought you here.”

The boy paused, a look of hesitation on his face before he bit the inside of his cheek, let out a deep sigh and proceeded. “I was wrong, Hugo. I was so so wrong to pin this all on you when you didn’t even know. I don’t want our mother’s pasts to dictate our future, because the truth is..I love you. I still love you and I never stopped. You brought..so much light into my life over the past six months and once I let it go, I couldn't focus again. You may hate me and..I don’t blame you whatsoever, but I adore you with every fibre of my being and I mean it when I tell you that. I love you, Hugo Atkinson.” He concluded, tears building in his eyes as silence followed his confession.

Before he knew it, arms pulled him into an embrace and Hugo placed teary-eyed kisses all over his face, laughing shakily as he kept saying “I love you” over and over to the other, those three words forming a symphony that Varian knew he would never get bored of. He exchanged the kisses with gentle pecks of his own, whispering confessions to the other boy as he finally let himself admit just how much he truly missed the other’s presence in his life. But now..now he had him back and he wasn’t going to lose him.

“I love you too, Varian. I..the past few days have been agony without you. I don’t know how I managed and-oh my god I’m so sorry for yelling at you on campus I-I should have listened to you..it wasn’t fair of me to act like that towards you when you were trying to apologise I just-I felt so alone and lost without you-”

“Hugh..hey, look at me. I forgive you. Now..how about we get outta here and back home?” Varian asked, Hugo nodding eagerly in agreement with what he said. After all, it had been a few days since he’d been back at the apartment and, in all honesty, Varian wanted someone to cuddle with him for the night..

The two boys stood, hand in hand, and completely discarded the two coffee cups on the table as they strolled down the street towards the apartment. It was dark, but they didn’t care, content to finally be in each other’s arms once again and happy. It was all either of them ever wanted for the agonising few days that they were apart, and now they finally had it, neither were going to let it go. Even as the uncomfortable heat pounded down on them, Hugo’s complaints just made Varian laugh and giggle even more, moving closer to the other male and squeezing his hand a little tighter. He could listen to the other complaining all day, but now wasn’t the time.

As he’d unlocked the door to let both of them in, Hugo stood in amazement. Everything was the same, pictures still hung on the walls as they had been before, books still in the same places and his goggles still on the table in the hall where he’d left them beside the bowl they kept the keys in. He let himself adjust to the sight, though it was familiar, it still felt different despite nothing changing. Varian however paid it no mind, simply stating “What can I say? I missed your incessant use of green.” before pulling Hugo along towards their living room.

Almost immediately as they went through the doorway to the living room, Hugo had pulled the younger boy into a passionate kiss, Varian’s hand threading his fingers through his hair gently as he took in the taste of the boy which he couldn’t quite forget, but desperately wanted to remember ever since they parted. It tasted just how he remembered - bitter like freshly ground coffee, just how he liked it. He let Hugo deepen the kiss and pin him against the painted green wall, hands roaming aimlessly over each other as they both reminded themselves of just how much they adored each other, before Hugo picked him up and carried him along the hall towards their room, Varian giggling the whole way across.

Hugo promptly dropped him on the bed and laid beside him, a wide smile on his face as he peppered kisses over his face and shuffled backwards slightly to allow Ruddiger to sit in between them. The cat had gotten a lot skinnier somehow, Varian had assumed Hugo was sneaking him extra snacks sometimes. Ruddiger seemed much happier to see his old rival too, purring and nuzzling his cheek as he greeted his other owner. Hugo also seemed relieved to see the proclaimed ‘fat bastard’ as he gave Ruddiger many many cuddles and an abundance of kisses to his furry forehead. Varian felt his heart fill with more and more love for the boy lying across from him, his hand slipping over his.

“I’ve missed you both so much, I love you so much Varian.” He’d whispered to the boy, cuddling both the cat and the raven haired boy closer to his chest and placing gentle kisses to his forehead too without a care in the world before slowly kicking off his shoes and jacket before laying down again. Varian followed suit, his head now resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder and Ruddiger sitting at their feet as they cuddled even closer than before.

Now everything was how it should be, back to normal with him in his boyfriend’s arms as they both drifted off to sleep. Just how he liked it and just how Hugo liked it, finding comfort in each other with their rekindled love. It felt right. Like the universe was back to normal.

Varian could get used to this.

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian x hugo #varian tangled #tangled varian #hugo tangled #tangled hugo #alchemy boyfriends #varigo coffee shop au

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the-cosmic-blogger · 4 years ago

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I finally finished another story for my Post-AHiT AU! hope you like!

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Apologies and Fulfilled Wishes

Mustache Girl, ever since her defeat, had been counting the days in Mafia Town. She crossed out tics in the cave she had called home, and kept the time piece she'd woken up to safe and hidden. The hooded blonde sighed and leaned against a wall, crossing her arms, and then slid down it, her hazel eyes glancing downward.

A shadow soon loomed over her, and it looked fluffy and familiar. "Oh, there you are, kiddo. I've been looking all over for you!"

"Really?" Mu frowned, recognizing the voice, and slowly looked up at him. "Come to gloat or perhaps finish the…" and that's when she noticed that Snatcher looked so much different from before, and the rest of her words died on her lips. Her eyes were wide.

There floated Snatcher, green tips marking his fluff, claws and tail. What's more? he had defined eyebrows! and he looked less relieved now and.. sadder.

"Snatcher?" she squinted, before the demon ghost quickly rushed to hug her, seeming to sob. Mu had let out a yelp, before she just.. stood there, brain not working. What the…

"I'm sorry, kiddo.." the dark apparition muttered.

And that's when her brain started working again, and she pushed him away slightly. "What? I literally made life hell for all of you. And you're the one who's sorry?"

The demon sighed, tears still falling from his almond-shaped golden eyes, and those white and large oval pupils stared into the red-clad girl. "You were just a kid… and.." he glanced around, biting his lip rather hard and rubbing at his arm. Her situation only just now hit him like a freight train.

"Homeless? resentful because of what those goons did?" she supplied with her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes.

He slowly nodded. He also added, "You had grown up.. without anyone to guide you properly."

Mu's eyes widened and tears started to well up unbidden. Her stance got much less hostile. "How did you..?"

"A little birdy told me," Snatcher replied. He bent down to gently wipe the tears. The blonde raised an eyebrow, before she raised an arm and pushed his comforting claw away, unused to the feeling.

The demon understood. The mustached girl furrowed her brow. Hat Kid.. she was the little birdy. She eventually shook her head. "Who said I needed your help? I'm not some damsel in distress."

"I know, kiddo," he sniffled, and let out a shuddering sigh. "But you.."

"Not from you," Mu scowled, and he flinched back. She got up and started to pace, not once removing her stare. "I recall quite clearly everyone saying that you all 'don't need a hero; get lost'. Well, guess what?" she stopped pacing, hands on her hips. "I lost. You won," she pointed at him, "and you don't need to associate with me."

"...I'm really sorry, kiddo.." Snatcher bowed his head.

Mustache Girl gazed at him, frowning. She eventually broke the silence with, "You're a bad guy. Why aren't you acting like one anymore?"

"People change, kid," the demon ghost didn't hesitate. "It's been years since the fight."

She looked at her tics on the wall, grabbing one arm, and her eyes widened. He was right. Six years had passed. And everyone looked the same as usual. Including herself. Snatcher was the only one who visibly changed too.

"Well. I suppose I've also changed," she glanced towards where she kept the time piece. They didn't solve her issues at all. They seemed to have made them worse. Mu fidgeted. "All I've wanted now was for things to go back to how they were. Where there weren't any bad guys. Where mum and pa were still here. Where my friends were still here." She sighed. "But it's been so long that they're probably gone. Even if I use the time piece, it'll just be one shot and I can't handle that."

Snatcher just listened, his brow furrowed upward. Mu bit her lip and suddenly whipped her head up, both eyebrows raised. "Why am I telling you all this?"

"Dunno.. but you have a time piece?" he inquired.

The girl nodded. "It must have fallen from Hat Kid's ship. Somehow. But I've come to accept the fact that I can't change a thing. The one time I did I messed up." She shrugged nonchalantly.

Vin bit his lip. It was sad how accepting she was towards this issue. So much so that she stopped trying. And it was all his fault. She was just a kid. He reached for her chin to provide comfort, but pulled back when she gave him an incriminating stare. Right. "What if I helped?"

Mu's eyes practically bulged, but she quickly regained composure, looking up at him. "You'd really help a hero?"

The demon ghost didn't hesitate in nodding and the girl kept staring. He felt her shields lower when she finally nodded back. "Thanks, Snatcher.."

He replied with a soft smile, "Please, call me Vin."

The mustached girl raised an eyebrow. "Is that your real name or something?"

Vin took a sharp breath. He shook his head. "It.. just sounds right, kiddo.."

Mu blinked. Did that strike some sort of nerve? she felt a little bad, but this demon was also formerly a bad guy. So she didn't feel that bad. "So..?"

"You stay here," the demon gently instructed. "I'll find Mafia Boss."

The girl was about to protest, but the last time she did something herself she messed up and lost. So she crossed her arms. "Fine."

"Things will be okay, kid. I promise," he reassured her again before he flew out and off into town.

The blonde watched the demon ghost disappear pensively. Before she smirked a bit. Since when did she follow directions?

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Many interrogations and much Mafia fear later and Vin found himself in the lair. There was so much gold and jewelry here. He figured they were stolen goods from the people who used to live here. He floated down the halls, unknowingly being followed by a certain someone.

A powerful Russian voice bellowed through the halls, and Vin now knew exactly which way to go. A jar of fluids and eyes and a mustache sat on the throne, thick eyebrows furrowed constantly. "Foolish girls. Foolish time pieces. If time was set back to how things were, how did I not get my body back too?!"

"Mafia does not know, boss!" a goon fanning him replied.

"Sorry, boss!" another goon standing guard responded, bowing his head.

"Eh!" the jar hopped with anger. "It's that little girl's fault! I'd do anything to get my body back!"

"Anything?" a new voice resounded through the halls, and it froze every goon in earshot. They knew that voice.

"Oh?!" Mafia Boss raised an eyebrow, floating blue eyes glaring around. "Who goes there?!"

And that's when Vin started to materialize from the shadows on the floor, and that's when the goons nearby ran for their lives. The jar looked up and up and up as the dripping shadow formed into a purple demon with freckles. "Wh..who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare…" the demon scowled at Mafia Boss, those glowing golden eyes staring down at him.

"Are you the one who's been eating the souls of the Mafia?!" the jar's eyes widened, and so did a certain kid's. "Don't eat mine, please!"

That question and plea were like arrows to the heart and Vin flinched, losing his terrifying aura. "I.. didn't want to.."

Mustache Girl gazed at them from the shadows, silently gulping down fear. She didn't exactly fear Vin before, but that was when she was all-powerful. Now, though…

"Preposterous!" Mafia Boss yelled, backing farther into his throne. "You enjoyed every minute of it, you monster!"

The demon bit his lip, and his thick eyebrows furrowed. Oh, that really hurt. But he simply threw it right back. "And you're not a monster?"

The question made Mafia Boss jump slightly, those eyebrows rising in the liquid. Vin got a little closer. "You and your goons drove the true natives of this island off, and you don't consider yourself a monster?"

The jar blinked, before he scoffed. "No other island is as perfect as this for Mafia! the residents were weak!"

"And that gives you the right…?" Vin was up in his face now, snarling, and Mafia Boss immediately lost heart, thinking this would be the end. But he kept strong, and didn't bother to reply. The demon backed up a bit, crossing his fluffy arms. "Well, how about we work out a deal? I heard you want your body back. I could make it happen."

The jar tilted to the side, eyebrows rising higher. "What will you get out of it?"

"Nothing much, just for you to give the former residents their livelihoods back," the demon replied.

Somewhere in the room, Mu smiled.

Mafia Boss found himself shaking and sweating. That was impossible now. "Oh ho.. but that's a no can do! it's been hundreds of years and I'm afraid the residents who lived here are long gone probably! Mafia doesn't know where they went!"

Vin bit his lip, and scowled harder. "Then I guess you won't get your body back…"

He turned to leave, but was stopped by a frantic jar. "Wait! I'll try to find them! every single one of them! we'll search every nook and cranny just please let me get my body back!"

Vin glanced over, and smiled. It wasn't warm in any way though. "Glad you reconsidered. And you better find them."

A scroll popped up in front of the jar, detailing the exact terms and conditions. A contract. Mafia Boss didn't hesitate signing it with a purple quill that appeared by his side.

"There. I'll send boats and airships right now!" Mafia Boss nodded rapidly.

"Good," Vin bestowed magic on the jar, and a cloud overcame the jar. Next thing they knew, it disappeared, revealing a mustached human being, clothed and all. He saluted and shakily reached for a microphone, and then slowly stood up and headed for the curtains.

Vin sighed, drooping slightly. If only he could give Subcon Forest and himself a second chance at true life that way. The demon started floating away, head bowed. Time to go tell Mu what happened.

But the girl herself jumped out of her hiding spot, startling the fur off Vin. "Woah! kiddo.. didn't I tell you to stay-"

"There, I know, but how could I miss this?" she grinned, eyes sparkling. "You really showed that bad guy what for! now I can have my family and friends back!"

"Easy there, kiddo.." Vin found he couldn't be mad at Mu, and smiled sadly. He wanted to break the news to her, that her family and friends may not be found or even exist anymore. But that'd break her heart. So he'd just let her be happy for once. It was a good look on her.

And then he found himself in a hug. Mu hummed. "Mmmm, thank you so much, Vin!" The part about him eating souls didn't exactly matter to her anymore. All that mattered was that she'd finally be at peace.

The demon blinked, and smiled even wider, hugging back. "You're welcome, kiddo…"

And so they strolled out of the palace, and lo and behold airships and boats were lined up and ready to depart. Sure, Mu would be almost alone on this island for a while, but she was more than happy to have a break from the Mafia. After all, she had a prospect to look forward to, and Vin promised to come visit her again.

Now.. to find a proper home...

The End

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And there we go! I'll edit the master post soon and include the link in there! hope you enjoyed!

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selfindulgent-undertalerps · 4 years ago

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Debug x Fell Part 1

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Debug went into Underfell, he looks around with curiosity.

Behind him, Debug hears "heh, you don't look like you're from around here."

Debug looks behind him to see the person talking, "Maybe and what about it?"

There's no one there. Fell appeared right in front of him while he was looking around. "dunno, what about it." He's leaning close wearing a sharp grin.

Debug took a few steps back, He's ready to protect himself.

"hah! you shoulda seen ya face." Fell chuckles "really though, what are ya doin here? lookin a little soft for this area."

He looks Debug up and down "tryna get another crack in ya skull?"

"just looking around" Debug' voice is glitching, he's looking at Fell.

"s'not the kinda place to be 'just lookin around' buddy." Fell does air quotes. "so ya got a actual reason, or are ya really that much of a numbskull?"

"No, I don't have an actual reason . . ." Debug' voice glitched a bit more, He's avoiding eye contact.

"well you're gonna get killed wanderin around lookin like free exp..." Fell sighs pinching the bridge of his nasal cavity. this guy looks too innocent for his own good " ok... ok, what was it ya wanted to see then? i'll accompany ya with your explorin and when you're good'n satisfied ya can get the fuck out, capiche?"

"I can go now if you don't want me here" Debug doesn't like when people treat him like a defenseless child, he's looking at Fell, Debug has 5 LV.

Fell shuffles his feet awkwardly "nah now i didn't say that." He chuckled

"personally don't mind visitors, just also don't mind visitors not dustin gettin their asses jumped. it happens 'round here, ya know?"

"I know" Debug slightly scratched himself near the crack in his skull.

Fell rubs the back of his head sheepishly "look i feel like we got off on the wrong foot... hows about a do-over?" He holds out his hand to shake.

"the names sans, sans the skeleton. though you probably know a couplea those huh?" He chuckles "most visitors call me red or fell... or that asshole. heh. take your pick."

Debug shook his hand a bit hesitantly "Ralz or to be specific Debug, nice to meet you Fell" He smiled a bit.

Fell grinned "nice to meetcha debug."

Fell looks around. "it still isn't the best idea to be standing around out in the open though. ya hungry by chance debug?"

"Hm . . . A bit . . ."

"i know a safe place ya can kick ya shoes off with good food that'll warm ya soul." Fell winks. "can head there if ya like?"

"Sure" said Debug with a small smile.

"k. let's take a shortcut though." Fell holds out his hand for Debug to take.

He took Fell' hand. The two blip into an an alleyway and Fell stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"k, just follow me and don't talk to no one. s'not like you're the first visitor here but i don't want no trouble." He jerks his head in the direction he wants Debug to follow and leads them out of the alleyway and to the front of Underfell's version of Grillby's, opening the door and stepping inside.

Debug walked behind him, he looked around.

There were only a couple monsters inside. just Lesser Dog and Greater Dog practicing poker at their usual spot and a rabbit monster passed out in a booth.

Fell seemed to relax a little and turned to Debug. "you want a table, booth or bar seat?"

"Booth"

"booth it is" Fell slips into a booth and nudges the standing menu towards Debug. "figure out what ya want before burning man gets over here."

Debug is looking at the menu.

Fell leans on the table and puts his head in his hand, his phalanges clack on the table loudly as he idly taps patterns. It doesn't take long for Grillby to come to their table with a notepad and pen in hand.

"heya hot head, i'll just be ordering my usual and whatever this guy wants." Fell gestures to Debug.

Debug placed his order, nothing special.

"so what's your story?" Fell stops tapping on the table and looks at Debug.

"Hm?"

"who are ya? where'd ya come from? i dunno, life goals? everybody always has somethin' goin' on."

"Hm . . . I come from an art based AU, to be specific from a timeline where the Underground collapsed, I was the only one to survive . . ." Debug' voice gradually became more sad.

Fell looks sympathetic "ouch." He hissed, wincing "that uhh.. that really sucks... sorry for askin'."

Fell gives Debug an appraising look "that uh, makes sense why you're just wanderin' au's."

"Yeah" Debug is looking at him.

"well welcome to underfell." Fell chuckles. "dunno why a cute little guy like you would wanna come here, place is a shithole."

Fell suddenly gets hit in the back of the head with a small poof of flame.

"oof! fuck! i wasn't talkin' 'bout you! ya oversized fuckin' pocket light." Fell mumbles the last half while rubbing the back of his head.

A small blush appeared on his cheekbones, Debug giggled when Fell got hit "Are you okay?"

Fell's face lights up "yeah, yeah, i'm fine."

Debug is smiling slightly.

Fell's tapping on the table again. "so an art au huh? what was that like? everyone go 'round drawin on shit all the time? if- oh eyy thanks."

Grillby served the two's orders up, Fell's usual was apparently a burg and three mustard bottles.

Grillby put a milkshake in front of Debug, signed "on the house" and gave Fell a warning glare before walking off.

"what!?" Fell called after him. He shook his head and turned back to Debug "what were we talking about?"

"My AU" Debug took a sip from the milkshake "It was nice, almost everyone was doing some kind of art, be it music, paintings, animation"

"that sounds it'd be fun." Fell says while dumping an entire bottle of mustard onto his burg, it's disgustingly messy. "was everyone good at everything or didja all have.." Fell paused trying to think of a word "specialties?"

"Specialities, I'm for example good at digital art, sewing and knitting, also cooking"

"so ya all did all the arts huh?" Fell takes a bite of his burg chewing and swallowing quickly. "that's sew cool."

Debug snickered at the pun.

"did ya knit that scarf yourself then?"

"Yeah"

"looks soft, can i feel it?" Fell's got a sly smirk on his face.

"Sure" Debug's looking at him.

Fell makes sure his hand's clear of mustard and reaches out to touch it.

"yep that's just as i suspected. s'made of top quality boyfriend material." Fell winks at Debug.

Debug' cheekbones are covered with a blush, his freckles barely visible because of it, he sips on his milkshake, he doesn't know what to say

Fell snickers "sorry don't mean to needle ya."

Debug giggled.

Fell takes a bite of his burg and squirts mustard directly into his mouth moaning in delight.

"gotta admit the hot head's a asshole sometimes but he sure knows how ta make fuckin mustard and burgs."

Debug is watching him, taking sips from his milkshake and eating his own food.

Fell all but inhaled the rest of his meal. sagging in his seat with satisfaction.

Debug soon finished his food too.

Fell glanced at the bar and back to Debug and leaned in close saying in a lowered voice

"hey ya ever dine and dashed before?" Fell grins "s'the only way i can get 'im to put it on my tab."

"Um . . . No . . . but I could try . . ."

"don't worry i do this all the time, we're friends, it's like our thing." He says shrugging with his eyes closed, the sweat on Fell's forehead however says otherwise.

"s'ok on my count you'd go for the door and i'll cover ya." He gives Debug a mischievous grin. "ya in? or nah? s'fine either way, no pressure."

"I don't know really . . . I don't want you to be in trouble . . . "

"nah i'd be fine. it seems it'd make ya too uncomfortable though." Fell sighs in defeat.

"alright guess we're playin it straight this time." Fell chuckles "can't say i play it straight that often." He says with a wink.

Fell then turns around and shouts at the bartender "yo grillbz! the check!"

Debug is looking at him.

"nevermind just keep the change!" Fell slaps some g on the table and turns to Debug "lets bounce." Fell stands offering a hand outta his seat to Debug.

"i think there's a couple places that'd be interesting to visit round here, ya gotta stick close to me though, not too many'll fuck with ya if i'm around."

"Okay" Debug took his hand.

#this one where fell is disgusting and a piece of simp #debug #debug!sans #fell #fell!sans #underfell #undermine #undertale au #undertale alternate universe #undertale #ut #utau #au #um #uf #utmv #utmv ship #fanfic #writing

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nicostolemybones · 5 years ago

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Amber Valentine

Tw: minor character deaths (referenced), mentions of homophobia, ambiguous rejection (purposely left unanswered so the reader can choose which they want it to be)

Nico woke up. Nico didn't like that. He tried to sleep again but no, sleep was impossible, because today was a bad day and his brain hated him. He wanted compensation from life for waking him up today, on Valentine's day of all days.

He huffed, dreading the day more and more as the heavy weightlessness of sleep left his bones to be replaced with a dull ache. He didn't have the strength to get out of bed yet, and to be quite honest, he didn't really want to.

So he opted to angrily stare at the ceiling like it personally offended him. The one time he wakes up before breakfast, and it's on the one day he wishes some kid would whack him round the head and put him in a coma for the day. He bet Will was already out on his morning run. He'd wake at the ass crack of dawn like a heathen and exercise like a heathen and glow like it didn't fucking give everyone a headache like a heathen.

But he was cute, so Nico forgave him.

Cute didn't really describe it. Will was a beautiful. Nico wondered what it would be like to wake up in the morning to the sight of Will sleeping beside him. He could imagine it- Will laying on his stomach with his head on his arms, golden blond hair fanning out onto the pillow, his skin glowing softly in the morning light. Nico wondered if Will had freckles on his back too, and if Will would let him paint them, like angel wings and constellations.

Stupid cute boy making him have emotions this early in the goddamn morning on the worst day of his life. Should be illegal. Nico forced himself out of bed and prepared for the day before opening the door- and the offending boy was stood nervously on his doorstep, freckles glowing a light yellow whilst his skin glowed soft amber. He had such a pretty smile and pretty eyes and Nico absolutely despised him for being so cute and making him blush in public by being so goddamn cute.

"What do you want Solace? You see the sky? You see that giant orb of radiation and death? Yeah? Well that means it's way too fucking early to be awake."

"Nice to see our resident vampire is already in full brooding mode! That must mean you're awake enough for a hug!" Will beamed, and gods Nico couldn't breathe because… holy shit. His smile was so beautiful and he was glowing sunrise yellow and he had dimples okay and his nose was scrunched and Nico forgot how to breathe. He was so pretty.

"Don't you dare, Solace!"

"But hugs," Will pouted, his glow slowly turning sunset yellow as Nico tried to resist. Nico couldn't resist because his boyfriend looked like a kicked puppy and he gave good hugs.

"Okay, fine, hugs," Nico relented with a sigh. Will's glow was back in full force, sunrise yellow with a warm amber undertone, and he was practically throwing himself at Nico, wrapping him up in a warm hug. Fuck, Nico was gonna die like this and go to Elysium, he couldn't function because the cute bastard was hugging him and he was warm and he smelled gorgeous, like lemons and antiseptic and cinnamon and sandalwood and sunshine and sweat and boy. Then Nico realised he hadn't been hugging back- he could tell by the way the heat from Will's glow changed slightly, nervous heat, that he was shifting back into a sunset hue, and that kickstarted Nico's brain to hug back, and Will's warmth grew comforting again.

Nico didn't want Will to ever let go.

If he was honest, he was kinda touch starved. He may have been touch averse, but that didn't mean he didn't need affection from time to time, and Will's hugs made him feel safe and sentimental and fuzzy. And Will was taller than him so his face was met with a wall of muscle and fuck Nico could die because that was his man and he was a fucking snack. Between feeling sentimental and flustered, Nico felt overwhelmed- the touch starved side of him wanted to cry and the teenage side of him practically wanted to consume Will and the conflicting emotions were too much for him to process at once.

He reluctantly let go, noticing Will's hesitation in the way his arms twitched as he let go, like his body didn't want to let go and Will had to fight it. Nico wanted to hug him again, but he knew if he hugged Will again he'd grow deeply uncomfortable and want to rip his flesh off. Sometimes physical contact was like that feeling when a bug flies into your face and you can still feel it twenty minutes after it's flew away. But ten times more intense and distressing to the point it made Nico want to scream and cry and rip his face off, but apparently, that isn't what physical contact felt like and Nico was being over dramatic so naturally everybody would pull him into hugs or headlocks and Nico would freeze or bolt. Except for Will. Will may have been very huggy, but he never tried to force Nico into physical contact. He didn't question it if Nico pushed him away sometimes and he didn't take it personally.

"So uh…" Will began, his freckles a nervous pale amber, which Nico knew meant he was anxious. He didn't finish his sentence, picking at the bandage around his hand instead.

"It's Valentine's day," Nico said quietly, and Will nodded awkwardly.

"Yeah…"

"I already told you, I won't celebrate it."

"I know," Will said quickly, and the amber of his freckles was almost a dark chocolate gold, "I wanted to talk. Can we- can we go somewhere?" He looked just about ready to cry, and Nico's concern was able to quickly override his aversion to being seen.

"You look terrified," Nico noted, and Will nodded, not moving. Nico started to walk, and Will followed him. Nico could feel the heat radiating off him, so Nico walked him to a far spot through the forest- walking helped anxiety by tricking your brain into thinking you were running away- fight or flight. And for a short while, Will seemed less anxious, but the closer they got to their favourite talking spot, the darker Will's glow got until he was a dark sunset orange. Sunrise colours were good- sunset ones were worrying. "Will?"

"I really wanna tell you something but I never talk about it and I'm scared to talk about it because I like running away from my feelings and I need to talk about it and I trust you the most to understand how I feel so can we talk about it?"

"Of course," Nico said gently, guiding Will to sit down. He looked on the verge of tears.

"I hate Valentine's day," Will said quietly, "I hate it so much."

"Glad we're on the same page," Nico said quietly, and he knew that Will would catch his meaning: I'll understand, you can tell me anything.

"You already know I'm from Austin, right? Well I come from a super nice area, y'know? My school had a gsa and the local church I went to as a kid was super accepting and had rainbow flags and funded a shelter for lgbt youths. My grandma was a lesbian and her wife made me my very first punk jacket when I was six. So uh… I grew up in a super nice place. So I knew quite young that I weren't straight, you know? I hadn't really had crushes yet but I remember we all used to play kiss chase at recess and I always wanted to kiss the girls and the boys. So I knew I wasn't straight. And I came out to my mom on Valentine's day because young me was making Valentine's day cards for all the boys in my class. Except for John. He was a cunt. I didn't like John. But anyways um- I ran downstairs and I yelled at the top of my lungs 'mama I'm gay!' And she looked really awkward and just replied 'that's nice, honey,' and I thought maybe she thought I was joking so I was like- 'no mama, I wanna kiss all the boys and all the girls,'- I didn't know what bi was, by the way- and she just gave me this really awkward look and said we'd talk about it later, and then she went to hang the washing. I didn't know if she was awkward because she didn't accept me or just the way I came out, and I still don't know and-..."

"Will?" He was crying by now, a sunset red undertone to his sunset amber glow, pushing the ball of his palms into his eyes to try and stop the tears.

"I never got to ask if she was okay with me being gay because a few minutes later I heard scary noises so I hid under the kitchen table and the scary noises sounded like a really big lion and I heard mama scream so I went out and I screamed because she was dead and bleeding and eaten and then it tried to eat me too but a goat man grabbed me and ran and took me to camp, and that's why I'm an all year round camper…"

"Will…" Nico began gently, before reaching out and holding him in a strong hug. "I wish I could tell you if your mom accepted you or not… and I wish I could make all your pain go away…"

"I always thought mama got killed because of me. Because if I didn't say I was gay she wouldn't have gone outside. So I didn't wanna tell anyone I liked boys ever in case they died, and I spent all these years so sure that she rejected me that day because she looked uncomfortable and sad and I felt like nobody loved me if my mama didn't love me and Valentine's day reminds me of all that and… it hurts… rejection hurts..."

"How long have you been holding all that in for," Nico asked softly, rubbing comforting circles on his back and gently carding his fingers through his hair. Will's hair was dry and floofy but it never seemed to knot.

"Since forever," Will sniffled, "and I felt bad because I could never celebrate Valentine's day without being real sad and thinking about rejection."

"Please don't feel bad," Nico said softly, "it's okay. We never have to celebrate it, it reminds you of your trauma."

"I didn't think anyone would understand…"

"My mom died too," Nico said quietly, pulling away from Will so he wouldn't overwhelm himself too much. "I watched her die too. But it wasn't a monster, it was Zeus."

"I- I didn't know, I'm so sorry," Will whispered, and Nico shook his head.

"I lost a sister about two days before Christmas. Bianca. Which is why I got upset when you wanted me to wear the Christmas jumper. But- my point is I understand how it can ruin a holiday, and I want you to know that I understand, and you're not alone because I relate."

"I'm sorry," Will said quietly, "I'm really sorry." Will moved to hug Nico, but Nico gently pushed him away. As usual, Will didn't protest or try again.

"I hate Valentine's day because I was outed," Nico began after a deep breath. Will's glow was sunset orange and yellow with concern. "I was outed by Eros to Jason. I had a crush on Percy in the past, and Eros made me tell him. Jason, I mean. He shot me with an arrow and everything. I wasn't ready to come out- I hadn't accepted myself yet. I wasn't comfortable. When I was a kid being gay would have got me killed. And after Eros made me come out it felt like suddenly everyone knew. And I even accidentally outed myself to an entire Roman Legion thingy. Then when you made me come to the infirmary I felt obliged to tell Percy. All my life I'd seen myself as creepy, and everyone else thought I was creepy, so I felt like I had to tell him. Like he had a right to know. I still wasn't okay with myself and I didn't want anybody to know, and I still struggle sometimes with internalised homophobia. Or at least a fear of being outed or being seen or being attacked. I can't handle hearing slurs or judging looks or bigoted preachers without breaking down in tears because I didn't ask for this and it feels like I'm constantly being punished when I didn't even do anything wrong. I'll just be minding my own business and some asshole tries to ruin it, because somehow, people just know."

"I understand that," Will said softly, but Nico felt scared- Will had an angry sunset red undertone to a near white yellow sunset glow. He thought Will was mad at him for being a coward. "I'm gonna smash every last Cupid statue and heart card I see dotted around camp. You shouldn't have to have your triggers and your trauma shoved in your face any day."

"Will don't," Nico said softly, reaching for Will's hand, and a sunrise orange began to seep through the darker undertones, like he was trying to reassure Nico that it was alright. "They don't know, and I don't want to ruin their day. I was gonna stay in my cabin, but… I'm glad I'm out here with you. I feel safe here with you."

"I feel safe with you too," Will said softly, and his glow radiated a warm sunrise amber with yellow undertones- fondness, golden.

"Maybe we should reclaim Valentine's day," Nico said quietly. "Make it ours. As a fuck you to all our trauma, y'know? Avoid all the traditions and just snog the fuck out of each other until we both turn blue then do whatever the fuck we want. We have each other now."

"So… celebrate Valentine's day to spite Valentine's day by making it our own? Not romantic, just spite?" Will seemed amused, a thin smile on his lips making one of his dimples prominent where the corner of his mouth turned upwards to form a lopsided smile.

"I'm powered by spite and I'm tiny so yeah," Nico replied, bumping shoulders with Will. "Hey… maybe one day when you're ready for answers, I can summon your mom," he suggested gently.

"Maybe," Will replied softly, "I love you."

"Ti amo."

So they kissed, and they kissed until Will's glow was golden and bright and encompassing Nico in warm rays, and the shadows were dancing around Nico and holding Will close. They kissed until they felt fuzzy and hot, and they kissed until things would have got real awkward if they would have continued. When they pulled apart, Will's cheeks were a ruddy pink to the tips of his ears and blotchy, and Nico was sure he was puce. Fuck Cupid and fuck manticores too. Nothing could take this love away from them.

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cursed-ice-spirits · 5 years ago

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HeartBreak

In response to @ryollie’s comic, I was inspired to write this :DDDD Featuring @slytherin-puffskein as well

Hope it doesn’t suck shdbsbdbsbxa

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It was though something had ripped his heart out of his chest. Searing pain rippled through his body the moment Ollie laid eyes on the scene in front of him. He can’t breathe, afraid that something… someone, can make this very, very real.

Talbott gazing into Kyril’s eyes with the love he used to look at Ollie with.

Talbott smiling, giggling, laughing with him. Something he always done with Ollie and Ollie alone.

Talbott gently taking Kyril’s glasses off with a soft smile and pressing his lips against Kyril’s.

Talbott.

“Ollie?” Laurent’s voice is muffled over the roaring in Ollie’s ears. A calloused hand, rough from years of Quidditch, lands on his shoulder, chocolate brown eyes filled with concern meeting his own.

“You’re crying…”

A sob escaped Ollie’s mouth and he turns away, hand coming up to cover the lower half of his face.

“I—” One word tumbles out of his lips. One word. And it’s enough to get him choking on his words as his tears blurred his vision. “I…”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Ollie peels himself away from Laurent, hands shaking. “I-I need to go—“

Turning his back against the scene, Ollie breaks into a run and doesn’t stop, ignoring the call of his name from his friends. Twisting through corridors, Ollie pushes through crowds of students, tears dripping down his face like water droplets falling down a drain.

He can’t stop, he won’t stop, all this pain is coming at him from every direction, ripping him apart and shoving him through a gateway of hell. He wants to scream, wants to cry. Everything is too much. He’ll do anything, anything, just to make it stop.

Suddenly he crashes into something, or… someone, and a surprised grunt emits from them as he stumbles back, hand raising to his face to scrub away his tears, but they just keep on coming and coming and they won’t stop—

“Hey watch where you’re—“ a girl’s voice begins, filled with indignation, before it abruptly cuts off. From shock? He doesn’t know.

Hands cloaked with soft fabric raises to grip his wrists, gently tugging them down. The face of Rebecca Lord comes to view, a frown set on her lips as a thumb wipes away his tears, not caring if it creates a wet spot on her gloves. She’s dressed warmly as always, a scarf around her neck and gloves on her hands. Her prefect badge is pinned to the front of her robes, glinting in the light.

“Oh, you’re a mess,” she says, sighing, using her free hand to scratch at the scars carved on her face. Her brow furrows as her hands slipped down to grip his own. “Come on, Ollie, let's get you somewhere quieter.”

Numbly, Ollie lets himself be tugged away and pulled through the halls. Despite the fact that he easily towered over the prefect by at least a foot, Rebecca is stronger than she looks and can easily drag him and carry him without a sweat. She doesn’t however, merely helping him walk and preventing him from bumping into anyone, minding her own strength as she twists and turns him. When they eventually stop, it was in front of a tree near the lake and Ollie stares at her, confused as she strips herself of her robes and sits down against the trunk.

She arches an eyebrow. “Well?” Rebecca said. She peeled off her gloves and unwraps her scarf from around her neck and sets them aside, then she faced him, spreading her arms out, offering a hug. “You can’t possibly keep that monster of emotions in. Having a good cry helps I hear.” Her voice turns soft and hushed, her eyes shining with concern and love. “Cry all you want, and if you’re ready, you can tell me what’s wrong. I’m right here. I’m always here.”

Ollie hesitates, only for a split second, before settling down against her. Staring numbly the water, he flinches when a freezing cold hand touches his shoulder, before her arm wraps around them, squeezing gently.

That must be why she wears gloves all the time, he thinks bleakly. Tears stinging his eyes, he snuggles into her side and squeezes his eyes shut, memories of Talbott playing behind his eyelids.

His confession.

Their first date.

Their first kiss.

All the times he slept over in the Ravenclaw dorms.

All the times Talbott let him hide in his arms to avoid Delacart.

The time his patronus changed.

When Ben mistaken Talbott as a real bird and tried to feed him.

Their kisses.

Their dates at Hogsmeade.

His smile.

His laugh.

The look of betrayal wrenched on his face as Talbott confronted him about his Death Eater family.

Talbott’s final words to him. “It’s over.”

Talbott—

A soft whimper escapes when the memory of him kissing that white-haired boy burns into his brain, taunting him with its existence. Rebecca sighs and tucks her head against his collarbone, the ribbon from her braid brushing against his shoulder. Hazel eyes stared up at him, coaxing him to let it out, it’s okay, it's okay. And that’s all he needs to see before the dam breaks completely.

Sniffles turned into cries. Cries turned into heart wrenching sobs. Rebecca didn’t seem to mind how her shirt grows wet from his tears, and just hugs him closer, curling her smaller, colder body around him and tapping a soft rhythm on his back, singing a song in a strange language.

Why him. Why now. Why why why. He was replaced by a lookalike, another boy with white hair. Is he moving on to boy after boy with white hair? How did he moved on so quickly? How did he replaced Ollie so quickly? Was he good enough — was he just something to… to… Was Ollie just someone to be played with?

Footsteps ran over to them. Looking up through his tears, Ollie saw Laurent running toward them, his expression panicked as he stopped in front of them, his chest heaving. Rebecca smiled at Ollie, sad and reassuring, and gently pushed his head into her lap, before leaning over to talk to Laurent. The two Quidditch players whispered in soft low voices. Ollie couldn’t see her face, but with how her voice turns colder and colder with every word said, he suspects she knows.

After a few minutes, his sobs growing quieter as he lifted himself out of Rebecca’s lap and rested his head on her shoulder, Laurent settles down on his other side and it didn’t take him long for long freckled arms to wrap around him in the form of a hug. Rebecca nestles back against the tree, a calculating look in her eyes, before tilting her head back and continuing to sing, cold fingers tapping against his arm.

Ollie squeezes his eyes shut and weeps and weeps, listening to the singing and the footsteps of his other friends, before feeling more arms wrapping around him.

They’ll be here as long as they can.

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dxlansfxck · 5 years ago

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EVERY WOUND WILL SHAPE ME [G.D] • 02

“Hey Y/N, what was wrong last night?” Grayson’s worried voice cut through her thoughts as she was currently trying to find an excuse for her behavior. Well, the problem was, she didn’t know what happened. All she was remembering by now was this fucking dream that made her feel way too many things. Those touches felt real, she could still feel those lips lingering on her skin, the rough kisses. A shy and innocent look hopped onto her face as she tried to cut it off with a shoulder-shrug. Well, she tried.

“No, Bubbles” – his still tired voice using that nickname, one of the many he once gave her, makes her pout and shiver -, “When I walked into your room, it sounded like someone would either stab or rape you. I woke up from that.” His hands were slowly brushing some of her hair out of her face, trying to find anything that would show him her feelings. But by now, she was a master in using her poker face, not showing any emotion towards him. To her, it felt like rape, she couldn’t deny that – but she also kind of liked it. As long as Grayson was alive.

“Seems like I dreamed of something like that. I’m sorry that I woke you up, Boo. But thanks for the cuddle, I wasn’t freezing this night”, she shrugs once more, keeping her facade up straight. She wouldn’t cry in front of him, not because of the stupid feelings she had towards him. They were both grown-ups. Best friends, but still grown-ups. No need to cry like a little baby.

His beautiful eyes squint at her, not believing anything she said. “You can’t treat people like shit and expect them to love you, remember? Y/N, you’ve been acting so weird lately. Talk to me. Scream at me, I don’t care. Call me names, hit me, use your claws on me – but don’t ignore me like you’ve been doing the past couple weeks. Don’t cut me out of your life, please.” His eyes were pleading, his face turning soft, worried. In this moment, she was thinking about hundred things to say to him, but she didn’t say a single word, turning around. “You don’t understand, and I can’t explain. Now, could you leave now, please? I’d like to get dressed and take a shower after.” Grayson sighs, but nods in defeat. “Breakfast in 30 minutes? I’m going to grab something”, he looks at her, still full of hope but the thought of food was making her feel even more sick. On the other hand, she didn’t want him to know that she was eating less and less every day. “Sure, if you bring me some coffee? You know how I like it, black with one sh-“ “One shot of hazelnut syrup, I know, angel. I’ve been bringing you coffee ever since you started drinking it”, winking at her, he quickly stands up, revealing his toned back and his delicious looking butt in just his Supreme boxer shorts.

Once she was alone, Y/N groans in frustration, not knowing how to act in front of him anymore. She was utterly confused, wanted to be nice and sweet to him, not destroying their precious friendship, but as soon as he opened his mouth, she just gets angrier by second. Standing up in defeat, our dejected girl throws on whatever was laying on the floor before running into the bathroom, locking the door. Thoughts were running through her head, a big ass cloud of destroyed self esteem hanging over her head, starting to rain down sadness while she was looking for her usual tools.

Stripping out of all her clothes, she stood in front of the mirror, taking a deeper look on her body. She was quite tall, but curvier than she’d like. Her skin was soft in places where it shouldn’t be and Grayson loved joking about her ‘love handles’, making her hate this part on her body most.

Grayson wasn’t joking though, he loved touching her skin, pulling her in a hug by her hips, loved the way he could grip on her and hearing that little squeal she would always make because she didn’t like to be touched in her insecure areas. Not that he listened to that.

Her face was pale, covered in freckles which she hated so much, not understanding the trend that was going on right now. Every freckle that popped out once she started walking around in the sun was a struggle to her, needing more foundation to cover them up until her porcelain skin looked perfectly. Biting on her lip, her eyes wander further down her body, ignoring her thighs that could crush watermelons, down to her bandages that she needed to take off now. She presses her eyes together as she took them off as quickly as possible, just to look for another free spot, holding the old razorblade in a tight grip before yelping out quietly as soon as it cuts through the freshly healed flesh of older wounds. Blood was dripping onto the floor once more. Red meeting black and white.

‘cause we are who we are when no one is watching.

Of course, she could be searching for help, could talk to Grayson or any other friend, but asking for help would mean that she wasn’t strong enough to get rid of the monster inside her by herself. She did so many things in her life without the help of others, and this was something she need to do alone as well. On the other hand, she could never explain to someone why exactly her life was that shitty, because it actually wasn’t.

It took her ages to realize what her feelings towards Grayson meant. Growing up with them, she always realized that Grayson was more her type than Ethan – even though they were twins. Grayson was always more caring, touchier and the one that could even make her laugh as her parents died in this horrible yacht accident. They were a dynamic trio, but Ethan wasn’t part of the most horrible year in her life – he decided to attempt an actual college, leaving her with Grayson to comfort her every single night. That was when she really fell for her soulmate, fell for the nights they spent on the couch cuddling, watching shows or just talking. But they couldn’t be together, not with their past, not without destroying what was left of their friendship. And exactly that was why she couldn’t even talk to Grayson about her problems. He may know about her anxiety – because he’s the only one to calm her down during any attacks -, but he would never have to know about her ‘depression’ (that she’d never accept to suffer from).

She wouldn’t want to kill herself, no. But it has happened quite a few times now that she fell asleep without taking care of her fresh wounds, waking up in a larger puddle of blood than usual. Red on black and white. But people won’t understand the actual meaning and feeling of cutting. It’s what keeps her alive, not what’s supposed to kill her.

The thing about pain is that it demands to be felt.

Stepping into the shower, she tries every possible thing to wash off last night’s dream, using her favorite body scrub, her strongest scented shower gel and with each layer of soap, those feelings start to grow. Without realizing it, her hands wander down her body, carefully teasing her core while thinking about Grayson’s unbelievably sculpted body, his cheeky smile and his glowing eyes.

It wasn’t her first time, masturbating to her soulmate, but it felt wrong every single time. She tried not to think about him most of the times, if she was really needy, she’d just go out to find someone to spend the night with, but lately… it felt wrong too.

Once she stepped into their kitchen, she tried to smile at Grayson, but fearing what he placed on the table. Fruit, pancakes and avocado toast for probably 4 people was carefully plated by Grayson himself. “Is someone else coming over for breakfast? Snow white and the seven dwarfs, for example?” She sits down onto the chair across from Grayson and smirks at him, but he just shrugs it off, relieved that she was joking again. “I thought… We didn’t enjoy a proper breakfast together in a long time”, his cheeks turn this lovely shade of pink once he realized what he just said, but Y/N smiled at him. And it was a real smile. “Thank you, Grayson.”

Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.

After cleaning up whatever was left from breakfast, they sit down onto their comfortable patio rocking chairs to talk and smoke a simple cigarette together like they used to all the time. She didn’t like the fact that Grayson was smoking cigarettes more than smoking weed – but who was she to get mad about that? She was the one that showed the twins how to roll a blunt, how to smoke it and how to come down from a horror trip. Sighing, she inhaled some of the toxic smoke before looking over to Grayson. “Do you regret anything?”, she mumbles while exhaling. Grayson raises and eyebrow in confusion, shaking his head at her while snipping some of the ash in the tray. His tattooed fingers moving easily, already used to that process for years now. “The past” is all Y/N says before looking into the sky, regretting that she asked,

“Mh, I don’t think so. It was a great time, neither of us could deny that. And you know how E is, running away from problems instead of facing them. We could’ve gone through all of that, he should be the one to regret anything.” His voice got more quiet, mostly speaking to himself, but when Grayson looked up at the precious girl in front of him, seeing her tears rolling down her cheeks, he couldn’t help but hug her. Hug her as if his life depended on it – not knowing that it was actually her life that needed this hug so badly.

“You know, even if he left, I will always be there for you, Bubbles. It may be that you forget about that, but I’m here. I won’t leave you, precious. You just need to talk to me, not ignore me. Got it?”, he brushes the lose strands of hair out of her face while looking at his best friend in pure worry. But instead of replying, she just shakes her head before throwing her cigarette away. “I’m fine, Gray, don’t worry.” She wants to stand up, but Grayson keeps on holding her, shaking his head. “No, you won’t run away from me now, we’re going to talk!” “You can’t make me!”, Y/N almost screams before quickly removing his hands from her body, running and locking herself into her room, sighing in relief.

She quickly opens her drawers, pulling out some paper and pens before sitting down on her desk, putting on some Lo-Fi beats to help her calm down right now. The next couple of hours were spend by drawing different tattoo designs she wanted to get sooner or later, the amount of ideas already piling up on her desk, but her skin was quite empty for now. Four different tattoos were covering her body yet, the most important one was the one that she did with Grayson: an angel shown from behind, reminding her of her parents but also of Grayson’s dad that passed away in the same accident. Ethan decided on getting another one, not wanting to share the same tattoo with the only person that could’ve hurt him.

Just as she was about to do some shading on the giant Medusa-piece that she wanted to get done as soon as possible, Grayson walked straight through her door without knocking. “Bubbles, do you know what I want to do right now? Wellness! We haven’t been doing a spa-trip in forever, c’mon I already packed my bag, throw on a bikini and let’s go!”

Sure, spa. Thermal springs. A swimsuit that wouldn’t cover her scars and wounds. Saltwater that would be burning like hell. Fucking handsome guy, causing her to stare at him the entire time. “Sorry, Gray, but that sounds so uncool right now. I mean, I didn’t even shave my legs and I washed my hair yesterday, so…” It was a lie, of course. Y/N loved the thermal springs, especially going with Grayson like they always did in the past after stressful events.

“I don’t care, Bubbles. I already packed towels, it’s just you and your hot swimsuit that’s missing. You’ve got ten minutes to do your business, otherwise I’ll spank your ass”, he winks at her before leaving her room again, probably packing up a few more things. Shaking her head, Y/N continues to draw, not caring about the time limit Grayson gave her.

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants do die.

It’s not like Y/N really wanted to die by all the things she did, but she didn’t want to live either. Not after everything she lost. She didn’t want to live this life, not like this. Not without knowing who she really was.

Everything I love became everything I lost.

Her friends. Her family.

Those ‘friends’ that didn’t want to meet up anymore because they couldn’t handle her mood swings. That didn’t want to meet up because Y/N simply didn’t want to go out some days. But mostly, because she didn’t tell anyone her secrets.

That family that didn’t enjoy the way she used to make money, that she was doing music for quite some time but when things got rough after her parents died, she just sold her body, danced for strangers. With that, all the contact to the rest of her family was gone. From one day to another.

There’s so much pain and I don’t know how not to notice it.

“Bubbles, are you done? I want to leave now, my skin can already feel the saltwater, ready to look like a dried plum”, he wiggles his huge hands and smiles at her while Y/N quickly grabs her current projects to hide them in her desk. “Gray, fuck! Do you know the thing where you use your fist to hit the door? It’s called knocking.” She rolls her eyes at his behavior. “Wait, what did you do before I came in? Did you write? Do you want to start music again?”, he rips one of the files before reading through it, raising one of his perfect eyebrows while doing so. “Sick, Bubbles. Goes right under the skin, it feels just like you would actually go through all of this”, he pulls her upwards while pushing her out of the room, quickly grabbing the shortest bikini he could find and throwing it in his backpack. “Now c’mon, the water is waiting for our delicious bodies.”

Sighing, Y/N follows him, putting on her shoes and pulling up the hood of her sweater, trying to hide her entire face with it. “C’mon, you can go out without acting that mysterious. You don’t need to hide, you look great!”

It’s easy for you, you’re pretty.

Once they arrived at the thermal springs, Y/N was already thinking about an excuse to drive back home, but Grayson didn’t even let her speak up, pulling her into a dressing room to put on her swimsuit. “The others are already full, seems like we need to share one. Don’t worry, I’ll turn around”, it seems like Grayson didn’t care about the fact that they’d be naked in the same tiny space together, because he was already pulling his shirt off, back muscles flexing and tan skin exposed. The dark red angel wings that were tatted across most parts of his back made Y/N bite her lips, trying to swallow down her tears at all the memories she has with that specific tattoo.

“I know that I look good, Bubbles. But you need to start changing too – or I’ll turn around!”, he promises and Y/N quickly rips her clothes off to put on her two piece swimsuit that Grayson picked – a dark blue one, no push up but with tiny littles stars all over it. And some really short bottoms to that. She suddenly felt self-conscious again, seeing all his muscles flex with every movement, while her body wasn’t fit at all. Then she feels a sharp pain on her leg, realizing that Grayson must’ve hit it by accident. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to- Wait. Did you get hurt?” He points out her bandaged leg, looking worried. “Erm, yeah. When I shaved in the shower I kind of slipped and cut my leg by accident, looks like a mess now.” “But you said you didn’t shave your legs. Oh, wait. I know which part. Oh. Okay. Yeah. Why didn’t you tell me yesterday? Well, you can’t go swimming with that bandage, you should take it off. Saltwater is always good for the healing process!”, Grayson kneels down in front of her, ready to open the bandage, but Y/N steps back. “I can do that myself, Gray. Go and lock our stuff in the lockers while I remove it, okay?“ She laughs it off, trying to hide how nervous she was.

Once she removed the bandage, she stepped out quietly, watching the Greek god waiting for her. As he turns around, he seems surprised. “Are you sure that you’ll be able to go swimming like that? Seems… hurtful.“ Y/N just shrugs while walking towards the water and Grayson follows her like he always does. But suddenly, he starts running towards the water, jumping and pulling Y/N with him into the salty water. Once they come back up, Y/N realizes the burning pain of the salt working it’s way through the wound. “Fuck, Bubbles. Are you okay?”

But Y/N just shakes her head, smiling at Grayson and giggles. “I’m fine, I don’t feel anything at all. But I like your hair like that.“

#grayson dolan #dolan twins #ethan dolan #grayson dolan fanfiction #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan imagine #dolan twins fanfiction #dolan twins smut #dxlansfxck #everywoundwillshapeme

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maggiemaybe160 · 6 years ago

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The Garden

Inspired by this picture by @purenoodlles (all original artwork by purenoodlles at this link. Inspo pic is also at the bottom of the fic.)

The morning was still young. The sun was waking up, slowly bathing the world in it’s pale morning light. The air was still crisp, dew on every flower petal, blade of grass, and leaf. There was no wind and not a cloud in the sky.

Castiel walked slowly and lightly, his polished black shoes adopting beads of dew from the grass he tread on. The bunker still rested behind him with the snores of two Winchesters. He trailed his fingers delicately along the tall flowers he walked by, his fingertips becoming wet.

He stepped into his garden. The garden wasn’t a secret per say. It was just a small garden of flowers that only Cas seemed to know about. It brought him joy as he cared for it, breathing life into his small plot of land every morning that he could. He had nurtured everything in his garden from the seeds he had collected from forest floors or spilled outside of stores, forgotten by the careless toddler who had ripped open the bag.

Castiel wasn’t alone. Every morning, Dean Winchester would hear the door to the bunker shut and he would wake. He would wash and dress quietly, allowing some time and space between him and the angel. He would leave the bunker and blink at the bright sunlight before quietly following Cas.

Dean took slow, light steps. He didn’t want to be seen or heard. He didn’t want to be discovered. He arrived at the edge of his angel’s secret garden and couldn’t help but smile. He looked on his angel with adoration as he watched.

Cas had a small relaxed smile as he turned slowly, watching the pattern of a single bee as it fluttered from flower to flower. Cas was watching the beautiful nature of pollination and giving. Dean watched the perfection of an angel with a loose blue tie to match his tired eyes, come to life in this safe haven where monsters didn’t exist.

Cas had been building the garden for years. Dean had been following him to the garden every morning that they were at the bunker for years minus a week.

“You stayed longer today,” Cas said quietly. Dean’s freckled cheeks filled with a shameful blush. He stayed where he was, pressed against a tree. He forced his eyes to close as he swallowed hard.

“Dean,” Cas said after a moment. Dean stepped away from the tree but still didn’t enter the garden. He had never stood in his angel’s safe haven with him. “I never thanked you for taking care of it while I was... away.”

Dean remembered when Cas had been human. He hadn’t had the luxury of following his perfect angel out here every morning. He’d done it alone, watering every plant, helping each flower flourish.

“No thanks needed, Cas,” Dean said in a rough voice. He cleared his throat and swept a hand through his hair. He began to walk away.

“You can come in,” Cas said. The deep voice stopped Dean’s feet from taking him back to the bunker. It was like he was tethered to the angel, at the mercy of the voice that narrated his dreams and whispered his name. He turned around, his eyes finding Castiel’s.

Dean took careful steps toward the garden but stopped at the entrance as if still asking for permission. Cas looked away from Dean but it felt more like tearing, severing the intense and profound bond between them. His eyes found the small bee again.

His lips were still together as he smiled, watching the bee. The sun had lifted itself up just enough to wash the garden in a spectacular soft pink, whispering a promise of a warm day.

Dean wanted to run his hand down the side of Cas’ face and feel the stubble on his jaw. He wanted to let his thumb trace over the small smile, feeling the chapped lips against his skin. His hands yearned to fix the tie, flatten the few wrinkles in the white shirt. He remained still, his outward appearance not betraying his desires as he watched his angel watch a bee.

“Why do you follow me if you’re never going to come in?” Cas asked quietly. Dean finally took a step into the garden. He was standing close to Cas and involuntarily took in a sharp breath, a side effect of his stomach filling with butterflies that probably belonged in the garden and his heart jolting to life at the same time.

Cas sighed and looked back at Dean. His eyes were sparkling with the sun. A small breeze made his messy hair move just a little. Dean smiled.

The garden was special in that it was safe from the dangerous world that surrounded it. Anxieties seemed to melt away. Anger and sadness dissipated. The bees buzzed and the butterflies after them fluttered by, unperturbed. The flowers bloomed and reproduced, thriving under the gentle care that Cas provided.

Cas closed his eyes and lifted his face toward the rising sun, basking in the promise of a new day and fresh start. Dean watched for a moment, savoring the movements Cas was making: his jaw relaxing, his Adam’s apple bobbing once as he swallowed, his hair moving, tilting with his head, his lips parting gently...

He was saying Dean’s name again.

“You can water the flowers,” Cas said, his face still tilted to the sky. Dean nodded even though the angel couldn’t see him. He grabbed the watering can from the ground and started to walk slowly, drizzling collected rainwater from the can to the flowers and soil. He watched the water drip from the flower petals down their stems, soaking into the soil at the base.

Dean kept his gaze averted from his angel, focusing solely on watering the flowers with the same care that Cas would. He could feel Cas watching him now, the blue eyes wandering from the back of his head down his neck, shoulders, and arm to his hand on the watering can.

“Bees have two stomachs,” Cas said, his deep voice breaking the silence. “One stores nectar from the flowers that they visit so they can carry it back to their hive.” Dean nodded. If anyone else had been around he may have told Cas to quit it with the fun facts and trivia. With no one else around, he only smiled, hoping his angel would keep talking forever. He could listen to him read a phone book.

“Bees have been around for 30 million years,” Cas said, answering Dean’s silent prayer for his angel to keep talking. Dean couldn’t see it but Cas was watching the bees fly from flower to flower as he spoke, trying to keep from staring at Dean.

Dean was done watering the secret garden. He placed the can back in its spot and looked back to Cas, unable to help himself. Cas immediately turned to lock eyes with Dean, the bees still buzzing about, ignoring the two men. Dean could get lost in those eyes if he let himself.

“Cas.” The word was spoken so softly the breeze could have taken it away. They stood close enough that their arms brushed. Dean remembered every time he had told Cas about personal space and was glad that the lessons hadn’t stuck.

Cas’ fingers twitched, moving to test if it was okay to reach out and graze the skin of Dean’s palm. Dean didn’t pull away or flinch. Cas twined their fingers together silently. Dean looked down at their hands as his angel’s eyes remained steady on his face.

“Dean,” Cas finally answered. Dean only smiled. His hand tightened on his angel’s. The protection of their secret garden promised him that the angel wouldn’t pull away or disappear. They were safe and unseen.

Cas pulled Dean down gently. Dean sat in the dirt next to him before lying down. They were shoulder to shoulder. Cas had his free arm up, tucked under his head. Dean did the same.

The sky was turning from the morning pink to a pale blue. The brisk air of the morning was starting to warm and the dew was starting to be soaked up by the plants it rested on. Dean could feel the back of his shirt soaking up the moisture from the ground, but he didn’t dare move.

Cas lifted their locked hands and pointed a finger up, tracing the flight path of one of the bees. Dean’s arm moved according to Castiel’s smooth movements. Dean watched their hands, trying to see everything that his angel could.

Cas let their arms fall back down. Dean turned his head and looked at Cas. Dean whispered his angel’s name in his mind as his eyes caressed his features, drinking him in. His profile was perfect. His intense blue eyes reflected the lighter blue of the sky that his slightly curved nose was pointing to. His lips, pink and soft, were gently pressed together. His cheekbones appeared sharper in the lighting, yet his face appeared softer. His complete ease was apparent and Dean felt it too.

The perfect backdrop to Castiel was this garden with the colorful flowers and tall green blades of grass.

Cas finally turned his head to face his hunter. His green eyes were bright with life that no one else had ever seen in his eyes. They were open and unguarded for Cas in their garden. It was Dean’s gift to him that morning. His freckles stood out, dancing across his nose and cheeks.

Neither spoke, afraid to ruin the moment. They let each other stare and soak up what they could as they were there, side by side, in their secret garden. Dean ran his thumb over his angel’s, the gentle touch communicating what he didn’t think he could with words.

“Dean,” was all Cas said. It was all he needed to say. That one word held more meaning to the angel than any other word across all languages.

Dean rolled onto his side and with his hand that wasn’t tangled up with Cas’, he ran his hand gently down the side of his angel’s face. His thumb grazed the dark stubble gently before moving to his lips. Castiel’s lips parted as Dean touched them.

Dean swallowed hard, his hand falling from Cas’ mouth to his chest and resting there, feeling the hard thrumming of his angel’s heart. Cas pulled his arm out from under his head and slid his hand down his hunter’s face, slowly pulling Dean toward him.

Their lips connected and their eyes closed. Dean felt Cas’ heart rate accelerate at the same time as his. Their lips seemed to fit together perfectly as they kissed. Dean couldn’t stop himself from saying his angel’s name in his head again.

“Dean,” Cas answered softly against his hunter’s lips. Dean couldn’t help but smile, breaking the kiss. Cas kissed the tip of his nose and then his forehead before pulling away enough to see the blush under Dean’s freckles.

With their intertwined hands, Dean placed both of their hands on his burning cheek. He pressed his cheek into Cas’ palm and closed his eyes. He could hear the birds waking up, chirping and fluttering about in the trees. The bees continued to buzz from flower to flower. His heart continued to beat.

Cas leaned his forehead against his hunter’s, Dean opening his eyes in response. Their eyes met and Cas smiled again. Their faces were touching from their foreheads to the tips of their noses.

“I love you,” Dean whispered. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. It was meant to stay in his head forever but here, in their secret garden, he was safe.

“I’m in love with you,” Cas answered. The distinction surprised them both.

Cas and Dean sat in the center of their secret garden, surrounded by their flowers and bees. Their lips locked, their love secure. There was no going back for either of them as the sun came up, illuminating the day and their hearts.

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the-shipping-machine · 6 years ago

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Their reality

Summary: apparently, in a different reality from ours, the drama of the “Little misters” is way more serious.

A/N: Okay, so there’s gonna be an alternate reality, so a bunch of characters has two versions. The versions from OUR reality would be in a normal font, and the OTHER reality would be bold. Got it? Good.

Mr. Brass stared at the two beings in front of him. He knew them, yet at the same time, they were complete strangers.

The one was a teenager kid, with red shaggy hair and pale skin full of freckles, with a birthmark in the color of rust covering his left eye. If it wasn’t for the rusty birthmark, Brass could’ve never realized it was his younger brother- Mr. Smiles, but rather a younger version of their creator- Dr. [redacted] Wondertainment, due to the infamous shiny green leather jacket over a yellow and purple suit that the doctor used to wear. Perhaps in that universe, Dr. Wondertainment saw Mr. Smiles as “the perfect son” and treated him like one. The fact that it might be the truth made the automaton feel rather guilty towards his own Mr. Smiles, who was treated way worse than anyone could ever be treated- left alone to rust and rot in the darkness.

The other one, though... It was a sadder case. The long red hair tied loosely in a ponytail was a mess, and his greyish-pale skin was filled with scars and black marks. His joints seemed to be dismembered from his body, only to be connected back by some sort of a black parasite. He seemed like a zombie being possessed by a demon, or something almost indescribable. His eyes were pitch black, and dark ooze was coming out of his mouth.

“Redd,” Mr. Brass said, as he went closer to the second figure. So worried and terrified of his older brother’s fate in that timeline. “What happened to you?”

That “Redd” quickly went behind his younger brother. An expression of fear was all over his face.

“Redd?” Mr. Brass asked again, looking into the creature’s eyes.

“Don’t take it personally, B.” Mr. Smiles said. “You didn’t do anything. Our Brass, on the other hand...”

“What did I...” Mr. Brass began to speak but realized that it wasn’t really him. “What did HE do?”

Redd quickly spit some of the dark ooze on his finger, then drew a symbol with it. Mr. Brass recognized that symbol and stared at it in pure horror. He never thought he’d have to see that bloody symbol again, except for his nightmares and worst memories. That symbol... was the symbol of The Church Of The Broken God.

“M-monster...” Redd said as he returned to hide behind Smiles.

“In our reality, you became their leader. Their god.” Mr. Smiles said.

“How stupid am I in your reality?” Mr. Brass asked, trying not to believe his ears.

“Sadly, not that much.” Smiles sighed as he looked at poor shaking Redd. “And at the beginning, we were okay with that.”

“Why would you be okay with this fucking cult?” Mr. Brass yelled, feeling his mechanical heart beating fast.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Smiles said. “But... he did what his followers prayed him to do.”

“Does this has something to do with Redd?” Brass asked, confused and terrified.

“Yes. It has.” Smiles continued. “You see, Redd didn’t get along with one of his followers. What was his name?”

“S-S-Scott...” Mr. Redd answered.

“Yes. Thank you, Redd. His name was Scott.“ Smiles gave Redd a soft sad smile, and then returned to tell Mr. Brass about this tragedy.

“Scott prayed to Brass. He wanted Redd to die.” he continued. “I assume he wasn’t okay with that. After all, I know he cared about us, but... he wanted to be adored.”

“No matter what it costs?” Mr. Brass asked.

"Precisely.” Smiles said, as he closed his eyes and remembered that horrible day.

“Smiles, hide!” Redd told the child as he saw the hooded automaton getting closer, with cold expression on his face and a dagger in his hand.

“But, Redd-” Smiles said, only so Redd could cut him off by pushing him behind a big garbage can.

“Stay here,” Redd said. “That expression cannot mean well.”

He saw the tears in his younger brother’s eyes, feeling his fear and worries.

He went down on his knees and pulled Smiles into a hug.

“Please don’t go.” Smiles said, sobbing into his brother’s shoulder.

“I wish I could, but I can’t,” Redd said. “I knew this would happen, and I can’t let you get hurt because of my stupid arguments.”

He sighed and looked into the child’s eyes.

“Stay here,” Redd said. “Don’t you dare to sacrifice yourself for me.”

He got up and left, walking towards his hooded sibling.

“You know, usually I’d start with the whole ‘You know you don’t have to do that’ speech,” Redd said. “But I know you probably wouldn’t listen anyway, so...”

He looked into his eyes, a sad smile on his face.

“Let’s get this over with.” Redd said.

“Wow, you’re really going to fight me.” Mr. Brass said. “Foolish, but brave. Although, you could go the easy way and let me kill you quickly.”

“Let’s. Get. This. Over. With.” Redd said again, this time annoyed.

“As you wish.” Mr. Brass sighed.

Redd never expected Brass to be strong. Or fast. Or smart enough to fight him with a dagger. But as soon as his hooded brother charged at him at a great speed, Redd realized it’s gonna be harder than he thought. He couldn’t block most of his attacks, and the pain got stronger and sharper as the battle went on. At one point, he realized he couldn’t feel his right arm for a while. When he looked, he realized that...well...his Right arm was on the ground.

Smiles was watching the entire fight from his hiding spot. Not blinking even once as Redd was beaten and stabbed.

“Stop it, Brass!” Smiles yelled, eyes filled with tears. “Stop it!”

Mr. Brass stopped, looking at the crying child. Goddamnit, he made his brother cry. He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t be murdering his older brother, but... he was tired of being this family’s disappointment. He finally found people who adore him, and he wasn’t planning on disappointing them.

He looked at Redd, who was trying to get up from the ground and trying to reach his hand, then back at Smiles.

“I’m so sorry.” Mr. Brass told the child, right before kicking the older one in the stomach, causing him to fall again.

And as Smiles kept yelling and crying for him to stop, Smiles began stabbing Redd over and over again. The screams got louder with each stab and the cries made the automaton’s heart to ache. He looked at Redd, who seemed to give up on his will to fight. He knew he’s about to lose.

Finally, Brass got up, filled with blood. He dropped the dagger to the ground and watched as Smiles ran over to his dying sibling.

“Redd!” Smiles cried as he allowed Red to rest his head on his knees.

“F-fuck...” Redd said, bleeding all over the place. “Guess...I guess I had it coming, huh?”

He coughed, causing blood to come out of his mouth.

“Redd, I told you not to go.” Smiles cried, holding his brother tightly.

“I’m sorry...” Redd said.

The second cough was much stronger, and more blood came out.

“I love you, Smiles,” Redd said, trying to give the boy a soft smile. “I’m...I’m sorry I can’t be there for you anymore.”

“I love you too, Redd...” Smile sobbed as the bleeding man gave out his last breath.

Mr. Brass stood there, staring at his youngest brother crying and screaming. A part of him wanted to cry along, to show his regrets. He wanted to take that dagger and shatter his mechanical heart over this stupid fight. He just KILLED his own brother. His hands were covered in HIS blood.

Yet... another part of him tells him to go. The job has been done. His people would be proud of him. He is an awesome god.

“You MONSTER!” Smiles yelled at him after a minute of silence. “You stupid, heartless, selfish monster!”

Mr. Brass remained quiet, allowing his brother to yell at him. He deserved it.

“You just killed him, Brass! I thought you cared!” Smiles screamed, tears streaming down his face. “Why did you do this? To have some sadistic idiots to love you? To be a god?!”

Brass couldn’t even look at him. He stared at the bloody dagger on the ground and listened.

“We are family. We are NOT supposed to murder each other, you freak!” Smiles sobbed. “I am not a god. YOU are not a god. There’s no such thing as a god, broken or not! So don’t say some stupid things like ‘my followers told me to do that.’ or something. Your followers are a bunch of fools!”

Smiles sighed.

“Just leave.” he said. “Please.”

Mr. Brass nodded. He put his hood back on and turned around, walking back into the mist, leaving the child by himself with his dead brother.

Mr. Brass couldn’t believe what he just heard. He KILLED his own brother in that reality. He sat in his own containment, looking at the floor and remaining in silent.

He...he can’t do this too, right? He’s not a monster...right??

“Brass?” he heard a voice from behind him.

He looked at the source of the voice, only to see the normal Redd. No parasites. No pale skin. No messy hair. No dark ooze. Just Redd.

Without a word, Brass got up and hugged him.

“You met them too, didn’t you?” Redd asked, trying to understand why is he hugging him.

“I- I don’t want to kill you!” Mr. Brass said in a sobbing voice. “I don’t!”

“I know,” Redd said. “You’re way smarter than their Brass.”

“But-” Brass said.

“No buts, man!” Redd said, cutting him off. “First of all, you’re not in that cult anymore. Second of all, I’m way stronger than you. Third of all, I’m the family’s disappointment. Not you.”

He allowed Brass to hug him and patted his head gently.

“Anyways...” Redd said. “Wanna go eat something to make you feel better?”

Brass nodded and they both went outside.

They chatted and laughed all the way to the kitchen,

Neither of them noticing the hooded automaton with the bloody symbol on his cloak. But he noticed them.

He always will.

#SCP #little misters by dr. wondertainment #little misters #edgy writing instead of sleeping #mr. smiles #mr. redd #mr. brass #church of the broken god

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One Last Time

show: Chilling adventures of Sabrina

pairing: Rosalind Walker/ Harvey Kinkle

description: "Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart, all I really care is you wake up in my arms." They really should've met much sooner. It's the honesty of it. They're lives intertwine in more than one way, way too often. In Greendale, a seemingly small town where everyone knows everyone, the real stories lie in the lives of the residents. The real story lies in the lives of Harvey Kinkle and Rosalind Walker. Oneshot

They really should've met much sooner. It's the honesty of it. Their lives intertwine in more ways than one, way too often. In Greendale, a seemingly small town where everyone knows everyone, the real stories lie in the lives of the residents.

It's the town where Dorothy Walker took her young daughter, Rosalind Walker to the supermarket every Sunday and the park every Friday. It's where the town folk lived their daily lives in routine and tradition, no matter how suffocating it turned out.

It's where Evelyn Kinkle found herself trapped in a marriage gone sour. So she put in energy toward giving everything to her children, putting Tommy in a shop class on Sundays and taking her youngest Harvey Kinkle to the supermarket with her. When her husbands vice grip on her was just to much, on those days she would take both boys out to the park and they'd play.

In retrospect, they should've met sooner than they did.

It's finally Rosalind's first day at Baxter elementary school that they meet. Six year old, Rosalind Walker, felt like she was going to throw up in the back on her moms new SUV. "Mommy I don't feel so good. My tummy hurts, can we go back home?" Roz says as she pushes up her small glasses with a pout that could get her out of jail if she tried.

"Baby, it's just your nerves. Don't try that pouting stuff with me, you know it only works on your father. You gotta be strong Rosalind." Dorothy says with an amused smirk painted on her lips, reflection bouncing off the rear view mirror.

Roz sucks her teeth, "But mom I don't wanna start a new school, Riverdale wasn't a bad school mommy, I had friends there."

"Well then you'll make new friends. You know your mommy had to get you here so it would be easier for me to pick you up. Mommy doesn't work at Riverdale hospital anymore, so there is going to be some changes. Look at it this way, at least we dont have to change houses, we staying right here in greendale, everyday" She mutters.

"I'm not gonna make any friends with these alien eyes and monster puffs mommy!" The child complains, arms crossing with frown settled in her face, two seen space buns settled on her head golden in the sun streaming through the car window.

Dorothy's eyes narrow and her eyes brows furrow, Roz sat up knowing her mother was upset. "Now you listen to me Rosie, if anybody I mean any body wants to tell you anything about your hair you just tell them that you got that beautiful hair passed down from a long lineage of queens! Women who mattered in this world. Your hair is who you are and that is a smart and beautiful girl, don't you forget that." Her mother rants, as Roz looks out the window to the tall trees and orange leaves on the ground.

"Yes mommy", Roz sighs exasperated as her mother pulls over.

Rosalind's bright yellow shoes reach the pavement and she hears her mother drive away. She sees the students being dropped of by their parents. Some kissing them good bye followed by kids running away and groups of friends together. Rosalind gulps and pushes her glasses up, I don't need nobody, be strong just like mommy said.

Just like that she feels her head rise up along with her chin as she hears the school bell ring and enters with everyone else to the classrooms.

***

Rosalind just can't believe her luck.

On the first day of all days she meets a really shy girl with brown hair and light freckles on her face, Susie. During snack time they promise to be best friends no matter what, pinkies tied and all.

Then a blonde haired boy with a mean glare pushes Susie as she tries to empty out her lunch tray, leaving the garbage everywhere him and his four other goons laugh.

Roz quickly realizes Susie's only shy because she gets pushed around a lot, she knows a thing or two about bullies too.

"It's okay Rosalind." Susie says from her stance in the floor picking herself up.

It's really not okay Rosalind hears herself say in her head.

Just as she feels her mouth open ready to chew them out and her glare at the boys hardening for hurting her new best friend when a voice calls out "Hey! Leave her alone." A short girl with blonde hair takes a protective stance to Susie, whose trowing the trash with a renewed hope highlighting her features and an awestruck Rosalind.

"Oh I'm so scared what are you gonna do short stack?"

"I'll tell on you Zach Feldman, I'll tell Ms. Morrison you were the one who put the glue on her seat yesterday and not Gary Truman."

"Your such a tattle tale Sabrina Spellman, that's why nobody wants to be your friend and your weird." Kids gathered around the scene playing out in front of the cafeteria, began laughing at her and just as Sabrina was about to turn around, frown on her face.

With a chin tilted upward Rosalind found herself saying, "Oh yeah? I wanna be her friend."

Finding her voice from the background a now confidently smiling Susie says, "Yeah I wanna be her friend too."

"Cool you can all be weirdos together." Zach says getting laugh out of the students once again, the crowd disperses as he walks away but they don't matter. All Rosalind sees are the smiling faces of her new found friends and the beginning of something great.

"You guys can call me Roz."

***

Then there's him.

It's the next day, Roz was dropped off again waiting for her friends in front of the court yard when she sees softest boy with the softest brown eyes she's ever seen.

***

Harvey Kinkle likes to think he's a cool guy. His older brother always tells him so, his mother always tells him too so it must be true. So as he's walking to meet his friends on their usual corner in front of the school he doesn't understand why he loses all sense of body functions at the sight of this one girl but he does.

Harvey almost trips on his way to his friends when he sees her because she's just so pretty, it's the only way to explain it other than her having superhero or villain powers and she doesn't look that cool . Two sheen puffs proudly stand atop her head and she looks at him with these round eyes that hold him. When he finally looks away and gets to the guys they laugh and tease.

All the while Roz giggles at the sight of him wondering if he's okay.

***

"Does Harvey Kinkle have a crush on the new girl?!" A voice calls out, the boys laugh.

"Keep your voice down man!" Harvey says looking around wondering if she's still around.

"Why you don't want her to hear you've got cooties?" Zach yells to the class in the yard from his spot leaning in the tree.

"Shut up no I don't!" Harvey whines at the insistent teasing and the sounds of the young boys laughter.

"Why do you like her anyway? her hair's too big. I bet you could fit two apples in those puff balls." Zach says and the boys laugh.

Harvey looks down at the ground, "Don't talk about her like that." He says weakly.

"What was that Kinkle?"

"Just-just leave her alone Zach." Harvey stutters.

"Aww Harvey likes the new girl." Another boy sang out soon everyone joined in the chant.

"Yeah Harvey likes the new girl" Zach sang, as Harvey's fist clenched.

"No I don't!"

"Oh yeah prove it? Put gum in her stupid hair since you don't like her so much." Zach says with a smirk a chorus of "ohhh" "he's not gonna do it" follows.

Harvey gulped as Zach put a stick of gum in his open palm, "What are you gonna do Kinkle?"

***

Everyone's in there classrooms and as Harvey walks up to Roz, his hand shakes.

The next thing she knows, she's got gum in her hair, Harvey's eyes are as wide as he thinks there ever gonna get and a slur of apologies follow only to be out voiced by her cries for help with the sticky assailant in her hair. She officially hates this day and Harvey Kinkle.

***

There all ten when Harvey's mom dies in a horrible car accident. The whole community shows up to the funeral of Evelyn Kinkle and to the house with every different assortment of food imaginable. Harvey is told to stand up straight and is shoved around by his drunk father. Tommy tries to distract him a couple times as he usually does with TV and errands while he cleans up after dad's messes.

In the wake, Sabrina, the pretty blonde girl from school, hugs him for the first time and he's so nervous, hands sweaty, he thinks he's gonna throw up, she gives him a light smile and leaves; a part of him wishes she didn't. Harvey's eyes are still wide and Tommy asks what's wrong when he sees him.

Harvey blinks, "Sabrina Spellman just hugged me."

Tommy chuckles and pats his little brother in the shoulder, "Girl drama already? And here I thought I was gonna have to wait a couple years."

"Shut up Tommy."

Then he sees her and the lightheartedness of the moment passes and he's filled with dread, Harvey stiffens. Noticing once again his brothers expression and where his eyes traveled to he chuckles again, murmuring to himself this time, "Ahh they grow up so fast." Harvey still hears him, his brow furrows and he shoves Tommy off. His laugh provides Harvey with a little solace on such a bleak day.

Harvey knows Tommy would rather put up a front than see how he's really grieving in some ways he's grateful for it and in others, he just wishes he could help. He can't imagine it's easy being the older brother to someone who says they see demons, Harvey shakes the painful memory away, puts the awful shade of red out of his mind.

Harvey's eyes find Rosalind's again and the stiffness of his body returns. It fades when she gives him a sad soft smile across the room that says I'm sorry, Harvey graces her with one of his own and she shrugs.

Harvey breathes, and for the first time in a while for some reason he thought things were gonna be alright.

***

Flash forward forward a couple years later, there all fourteen and fifteen, and Baxter high school was in full swing and adamant chatter filled the soon to be transformed cafeteria because of the awaiting annual homecoming dance. Three girls sitting in their usual spots in the lunchroom had a conversation of their own regarding the dance while one was in her own head, a million miles away.

"So I was waiting on him to ask me because it seemed like he was, but he just said he had to go home." Sabrina says from her seat opposite Susie and Roz, a pale hand settled under her chin.

"Maybe he was nervous?" Susie replied

"I don't know, I mean he kind of seemed like he was. What do you think Roz?" Sabrina asks, eyes narrowing at her friends unfocused gaze.

"Roz?" Susie calls to her.

"I just think that we are not doing enough for the people out there who really need our help, we are panthers baby. We should be out there doing what we need to do for the good of the people!" Dorothy Walkers voice exclaims into the void of the Walker living room. Roz sits perched at the top of her brown stair case arms loosely wrapped around her figure.

"What we should be doing is looking out for the good of this family! Of course it's important to stay woke and fight the good fight but how long until fighting costs us our lives. Things got dangerous with that life style Baby." Micheal Walker replies to his wife's irrationality, reaching out to her trying to get her to understand.

"Jesus Dorothy we aren't kids anymore, we aren't teenagers, we're raising one and you gotta be there for her."

"You don't tell me what I don't do and do for my daughter okay." Dorothy yells, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

"She's just as much mine as she is yours, don't don't do that. At least I'm acting like it."

"Micheal, I don't wanna hear another word." Dorothy warns.

"Roz!" Susie says again, worried expression on her face, "You okay?"

Roz blinks, back to reality and meets her friends concerned expressions with a complacent one of her own, she tries to tug for a smile, "Yeah guys I'm fine just tired, I'll see you guys at the dance? Yeah?"

As Roz gets up the bell rings, and her friends share a look.

***

When Roz gets home the air just doesn't feel the same, a once warm cozy place felt desolate and cold.

She's alone in her homecoming dress, awaiting her mom whose been late to just about everything recently.

The heel of her black shoe clanks against the hardwood of the floor as she paces back and forth in her red dress. She sees the bright yellow light of her mothers black SUV in the garage and she gets outside with everything.

"Finally! Mom give me the keys I gotta go." Roz breathes out, palm up awaiting the keys in her hand.

"Oh honey you look beautiful." Her mothers eyes tear up, and Roz drops her awaiting hand looking to her mother confused.

"Mom are you okay?" She asks eyes narrowed.

"How about I drive you honey? Come on get in the car." Dorothy says sniffing huddling her things back in the car as Roz looks to her confused. "Well come on baby wouldn't want you to be late to your first high school dance would you?" Dorothy says on the brink of releasing a set of tears. In all her fourteen years, Roz had never seen her mother cry; no less cry to take her to a school dance so to say she was confused was an understatement.

The car ride is spent in silence. It's composed mainly of moments her mother would look at her for long periods of time and Roz would remind her the light was green and they'd go. They finally get to Baxter high and Dorothy looks to her for what seemed like forever, and cups her cheek, "My beautiful baby, you've grown into such an amazing educated young woman." Roz's eyes widen, okay so my moms officially lost it, she thinks. "Mom what's going on?" Roz asks confused.

"Go on and have a good time, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Make sure to get Susie to drive you home. I'll be taking the car with me."

Roz hand drifts to the door handle, and it sills when she looks back at her mom. Dorothy has tears in her eyes again, "It's alright honey go on."

Roz walks out of he car and doesn't turn back, already fearing the worst as she steps through the school doors to the gym.

***

Roz gets back home an hour later, feeling an intense aversion to what awaits her. She looks at the simple cobble stone in path and steps leading to her once cozy brick home from Susie's car window and wants so badly to be far away. Susie had been the first of her friends to get her drivers license, never mind the age limit her dad was able to pull a few strings. Most kids in green dale had been learning to drive since they were in car seats.

"Roz are you sure your okay? You've been spacing out all night. We can go to my place? I can call brina and we could have a slumber party? All you'd have to do is go in now and ask your dad." Susie asks her softly.

Roz smiles, and that's why she's the best, "It's cool Susie, I've just got some stuff to deal with my family, my mom was acting weird before she dropped me off. I think we just have to figure stuff out." She lightly smiles, hoping to death she'll believe it.

"Alright Roz but call me if you need anything okay? Also careful on those steps, cobblestones and heels do not mix."

"I will" Roz laughs as she leaves her friends car and makes her way to the door. Moms car isn't in the drive way, huh she notices.

Roz gets in the house and she's greeted the same feeling she got when she came home from school, a cold and desolate energy only thing different this time, her father was here.

That feeling she feared for the worst came back with a vengeance.

Roz rushes up to walk towards him, head in his hands, he looks up to his little girl whose not so little anymore and gives her a weak smile, "Hi honey how was the dance?"

"It was nice. Where's mom?" Roz asks, getting straight to the point. Just like her mother Micheal thought, staring off into space wondering where it all went wrong.

"She left."

"What? where?"Roz asks, a million questions springing to her mind.

"I don't know baby, I just know she isn't coming back."

Roz backs away from her father taking in the news, and walks toward the stairs to her room.

"Rosalind honey...I'm so sor-" Roz already shaking her head frantically as tears form, "No, No dad don't apologize. Its not your fault. I've just got to get to my room."

Roz locks her self in her room, breathes and cries. Cries for the woman who would take her to the supermarket on Sundays, for the woman who told her her hair was beautiful and for the woman who would take her to the park nearly every Friday, The park she thinks. She looks up from her stance on the floor and trades her heels for a pair of sneakers and makes her way out the door.

Her father paces downstairs in the living room, "Rosalind where are you going this time of night?" He says arms crossed, Micheal knows the circumstances of the night are strange but she's still his daughter, in his house.

"Dad I just need to go out for a walk please."

"Roz-"

"Bye Dad."

***

Every now and again Harvey gets a little unsettled by the noise in his house, not that there is much, but the lack of it. His mothers calming pacifying voice is gone and its been years, but his dad never lets him forget it, not that he ever would. Sometimes Tommy's ever patient smile isn't enough. He's got plans and friends and a life. So once and in while Harvey quietly leaves and walks around town, Tommy's at a party and his father is too drunk to notice.

Harvey walks for what feels like hours. He feels his feet wandering of their own volition as he thinks about where he is in life so far. With joy division blaring in his ears, he thinks of Sabrina and her friends. They've all been hanging out as of late ever since him and Susie were paired to do an anatomy project together. Since then he's been like additional member to their group, and then theirs this unspoken thing with Sabrina. He thinks back to being that 10 year old kid with his world collapsing around him, a pretty girl giving him a hug and bringing good feelings to light in a dark place. Harvey suddenly looks down at his shoes in thought, man I shouldn't have chickened out asking her to the dance, he thinks to himself, upset he doesn't know what could've been. Then his thoughts drifted again as the cold front met his face to the other girl at his mothers wake and his chest tightens. Roz forgave him all with a smile, and its not like she hated him because he put gum in her hair when she was six but it was..weird because they never were really, friends.

Suddenly his view is changed by a gate, a view of a baseball field and endless grass, with his childhood playground in sight, with out knowing it Harvey realizes he's made his way to the park where his mom used to take him as a kid. He gets this aching feeling in his chest as he makes his way to the entrance, sometimes he really misses her so much it hurts and he breathes just like she always told him to when things got to much with his father. Harvey sees his condensation from his breath and opens the gate his eyeline immediately going to the swing set, his favorite playground object as a child and then he sees her. Roz and her soft cries are heard as he hesitantly makes his way to the other seat.

Harvey notices she's still wearing her homecoming dress, a short red dress that exposes her shoulders and sneakers, Shouldn't she still be at school? Did something happen there? He wants to check his phone in case Sabrina or Susie texted him something that he didn't see about anything that might've happened tonight but he fights the urge.

"H-Hi Rosalind." She quickly faces the other way and brushes away her tears, breathing deeply she corrects him "it's just Roz, remember" She's corrected him on it during the many times they've all hung out together for some reason it never really sticks.

"Oh sorry." Harvey says more than sorry about just that, but that stupid fateful day he put gum in her hair and about never really trying to talk to her after that.

Harvey looks to her, her thick glasses are off and her face has light pink tint as the autumn breeze picks up carrying her curls around.

"You know I'm really sorry about that day with your hair, I didn't really mean to do it you know I just wanted to fit in with my friends and they're not my friends anymore they haven't for a long time. I'm sorry I let them tease Susie for so long. I-I'm just sorry." She sniffles and finally looks to him, "you don't have to worry about the hair thing I got over that a long time ago." She lets out a breathy laugh, so soft as if it was barely there at all. "But I'm really not the one you should be apologizing to for Susie, that's for her."

"Right" he says meekly as he starts to swing.

They sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the cool air, and swirling yellow and orange leaves. They're both not looking at each other when Roz sneaks a couple glances his way and tells him that her mom left and she was here because this is where she used to take her as a little girl.

Harvey looks away, "You know we really should've met sooner than we did, my mom used to come here with me all the time too." Roz looks at him as if realizing the situation, "Harvey I'm so sorry, I didn't think-"

"It's fine Roz, it was four years ago." Four years that his dad wouldn't let him forget, four years of his brother single handily trying to keep the family together, four years of burying himself in his drawings and music. His mother always loved his drawings.

Again there's a silence for a while, two figures on a swing set in the moonlight just sit. "You know some stupid part of me thought she'd come back here, that she'd just know just where I was and take me back home, take us both back home." Her face is still wet streaked with tears.

Harvey has never had to deal with a crying girl before and his palms start to sweat, he's been hanging around Sabrina more often and thus her friends because they're cool people but he's never felt really accepted by Roz yet, it was good to clean the air. He didn't want to set her off in anyway.

"It's not stupid, to want to see your mom again. It just sucks that some white dude that um..does something to the patriarchy, came in her place." Harvey knows that Roz is all about social justice, her parents especially and he's still learning. She lets out a laugh, a strong one that he can hear this time, he'll count it as a win.

"They hold up the patriarchy, Harvey."

"Oh okay cool." His eyes widen as he says it, and Roz's one eye brow raises, in amusement. "I-I mean not cool like cool but I mean- I get- I unders-" the metal chain of the swing set rattles as Roz laughs with her entire face, eyes crinkling, head tilted back hand holding her stomach.

Leaves swirl around as the cold front comes and her laugh rings in his ear like a bell. She shivers from the cold and Harvey realizes she's still in her homecoming dress, he stands takes of his jacket, Roz looks at him in slight confusion as he puts his jacket on her shoulders. She blushes and remembers the soft brown eyes when they were six. Then she remembers this morning, Sabrina talking about how she wanted Harvey to ask her to the dance. Disappointment blooms in her chest at the realization, everyone with eyes and a pulse knew that Sabrina and Harvey had feelings for each other.

Harvey softly smiles at her while she looks down. The moonlight bouncing off her caramel skin, she puts her glasses back on and stands up. That warm feeling he felt when he was ten comes back again. The one that promised everything was going to be alright. He looks up to her from his seat on the swing set.

"Why didn't you ask Sabrina to the dance?" Roz asks, holding back has never really been one of her strong suits.

It's almost comical how fast his face changes from soft to taken aback. "Well I-" he clears his throat and feels the nervousness crawl back up like a viper, he looks back up to her face, her soft brown eyes and just breathes out, "I was chicken shit." Roz's eyes now widen at his bluntness and she lightly chuckles, Harvey's sweet smile comes back with a comfortable silence.

Roz looks away from him and back at the ground,"I uh gotta go it's getting kinda late and I don't wanna worry my dad. Especially with everything that happened." Its now that she realized the state she left her dad in, head in his hands in all, thinking his wife had left him and now his daughter too? She had to make things better at home.

"Oh uh..do you want me to walk you there?" He says strangely not wanting the moment to end.

"No it's fine." She reply's with a small smile.

"Are you sure?" He inquired further, not unfamiliar to the threat of the dark. Roz's smile unwieldy widens highlighting reassurance, "Looks like Harvey Kinkle isn't too chicken shit to take a girl home and protect her from the big bad darkness." She waves her fingers around and lets out a low "oooo" she giggles as he stands from his seat on the swings and shoves her, small grin placating his features. Soon they're both laughing and shoving each other as they both walk out of the park.

Roz's laughs pan out as they reach the entrance, and soft brown met large almond brown once again, with a light smile she says "Goodnight Harvey, and uh thanks for...this." He feels his head shaking as a response,"Anytime, night Roz.", And he's rooted in the spot, he can't let him self go and they stare until Roz turns around makes her way down the familiar path to her house. Harvey still standing there, on the spot, watching her leave like a creep. He's about to turn around and scold himself when he sees her look back, soft smile still settled on her face and she looks at the ground again toward the path ahead of her.

Harvey watches until he can't see her anymore and finally turns around.

***

They spend way to much time in the library, Roz helps him with his English homework and every now and then he'll show her a drawing and she'll come up with stories for them.

"Okay so she's a zombie mom with a cookie cutter family and they all...murder people in order to give her food to survive!" Roz exclaims marveling at her own brilliance.

Harvey lightly shades a spot on the paper featuring the zombie mom and his expression becomes confused, "Isn't that a show on Netflix though? The Santa Clarita diet?"

"What? No. This is the peak of my creative brilliance is what it is. I'm insulted that you'd think I never take my job as your comic writer seriously." Roz says jokingly hurt.

"You keep stealing storylines and I just might have to fire you Roz." Harvey shrugs, light smile painted on his face as he looks down at his drawing.

"I- Wha, Susie! Is my story a rip off-" Roz starts addressing Susie on the couch a few feet from the table, reading her aunts journal.

"Yes your story is a rip off Santa Clarita diet, frankly I'm appalled. This is lazy writing at its finest." Susie says not once looking away from the book in front of her as she cut Roz off.

Roz indignantly has her mouth open in shock and Harvey laughs, it's a hearty sound she wouldn't mind hearing more often. It's almost as if it happens in slow motion, Harvey is looking at her and she can see his perfect smile, soft brown eyes and upturned lips smiling at her then she's sees those same eyes leave her and look to another pair but this one with a short blonde bob. "Hey guys." Sabrina smiles as she sits with them. Harvey's eyes shine and Roz's stomach flops.

***

"Harvey I swear on my nana if you pick a romantic comedy for movie night we're not friends anymore." Roz says, exasperated from her seat on Susie's couch, limbs flailing everywhere.

"Agreed, you've picked that genre for the past three Friday's in a row." Susie says in slight concern for her friends taste in movies, as she eats her milk duds from the recliner.

Harvey brings in the two bowls popcorn from the kitchen and smooshes himself between a sleeping Sabrina and an unbothered Roz, "Hey don't judge the superior movie genre selection that brought is us comedic gold like the proposal and couples retreat. They're classics!" He argues looking at Roz' impassive face then to Susie, and gives her a look that says back me up here. She gives one back, not fighting this one bud, good luck.

"I got news for you Harv." oh no Susie thinks, sinking back into the recliner, eating her milk duds awaiting the chaos.

"Rom coms, not better than Horror movies. Like at all," Roz says looking Harvey dead in the eye with her thick rimmed glasses and takes the bowl of popcorn right from his hands, his eyes widen at her statement.

Nope no turning back now, Susie thinks looking between them. She wonders when there gonna figure out this whole thing between them out, it's probably gonna a while, inwardly sighing.

"I'm gonna give you a minute to process what you just said and take that back." Harvey says awaiting her next words. Roz eats a kernel and replies with a confident "Nope." popping the p at the end for emphasis. Harvey nods and smiles a smile that promises mischief and makes his way toward her, "Harv what are you doing?" Roz cautiously says eating another kernel slowly.

Immediate giggles erupt from Roz as Harvey tickles her further into the couch and a lightly snoring Sabrina moves, both Harvey and Roz' heads turn to the sleeping girl, not wanting to disturb her.

"If she woke up that would've totally been your fault" Roz whispers to him, holding his forearms while his hands are still splayed on her hips, both still as to not incite the blonde to wake. "It would not" He whisper yells and their heads turn back to each other and they realize there current position and how close their faces are, Harvey can make out the almond shape of her eyes and Roz can still make out his laugh lines; she wants so badly to trace it but again she realizes where they are and clears her throat. They both look away, Harvey turns his face to Sabrina's sleeping form and says, "At least your not at Sabrina's level of love for horror movies, that would be horrible." His words just oozing fondness and affection at the sleeping girl.

"Yea, I know right." Roz says adjusting herself to the couch more, feeling a familiar swoop at the stomach.

Susie sits up setting the empty box of milk duds on the table, oh yeah were gonna have to wait years, she thinks growing tired at the thought.

***

There at their usual spot in the back table near the computers in the library, while Roz tries to decode the famous Sir Lancelot and Queen Genevieve poem to Harvey. Endless rows of books surround them and a shroud of papers compiled nicely on the edge of the hardwood brown table.

"So basically Tennyson is saying through the use of endless creative metaphors and personification that Lancelot and Genevieve would do anything for their love and each other even die." Roz sums up with finality looking to Harvey's bewildered expression. "Okay what do you not get?" She asks, a stray hair falls in front of her face as Harvey looks at her he has the strangest powerful urge to push it behind her ear. He quickly realizes that she awaiting his response, when her eyebrows raise, "I uh, Well I just think its about something different that's all." He responds, looking down toward the book.

"What do you mean?" Roz asks, curious on his outlook of the poem. "Well I just think its about finding love in whats in front of him, seeing what he has and giving everything, all of his being toward it and Genevieve receives it."

"So you think Its one sided?"

"I think Lancelot had a lot more to lose in having an affair with the kings wife, I'm saying maybe she was a little selfish."

"Wow your opinion is wrong." Roz says with an incredulous expression on her face, looking away from his gaze and back toward the book.

"What?" He asks in disbelief

"If anyone is being selfish its Lancelot, I mean sleeping with your best friends wife? Come on and he didn't even have to pay for being an adulterer and his "love" for Genevieve with his life you know who did though? Genevieve." Roz huffed.

Harvey looked at her then back down at his copy and started reading,

'She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd

The rein with dainty finger-tips,

A man had given all other bliss,

And all his worldly worth for this,

To waste his whole heart in one kiss

Upon her perfect lips.

There's a stillness after he reads it between them both, she keeps her eyes on her copy and feels as his turns from the page and makes its way up to her face, to met the tug of her gaze and feel the pull they've felt so many times before. Then he speaks, "Maybe its not about what they gave up and who did more wrong than the other but the way he remembered her before they took there last kiss and the way she embraced and accepted him for who he was when it was all said and done." Harvey breathes out, and nervousness crawls back up from his stomach, even though he'd never felt more at ease with Roz than he had with anyone else. The contradicting feelings clashed and their gazes locked again.

A ping sound went off, a notification was heard from the table and both their heads turn fast to the device, "Sorry Roz I forgot to turn it off." He admits with sheepish smile and looks down at the notification, he's never been so relieved to see that Tommy texted him a picture of the grocery list.

Harvey gets his things into his bag and looks down to his phone again careful to avoid the pit of those almond brown eyes that he could fall into, and he rapidly explains his departure, "Sorry I gotta leave but Tommy just sent me this grocery list and I need to get the stuff like now. For dinner and the week and everything. So bye." Harvey says all in one sentence and with a final wave, leaves a confounded Roz in his wake.

***

Sabrina and Harvey finally become official in the summer after sophomore year and there group has never been closer. They go to the movies, hang out at the library, the bookstore and do normal teenager things of course.

But it's the fact that there are no more secrets between them and everything is out in the open that brings them together. Roz is going blind but gaining the sight, her cunning, Susie is talking to her dead aunt, Harvey saw an actual demon and Sabrina is a witch. However nothing was ever be normal again especially after Roz was finally struck blind.

It happens in the woods when they're on there way to the mines to expel a demon ready to reign loose on the town. The colors of the leaves are just being turned back to green as winter spells it's last goodbye. The brown trails on the ground seem endless and the path toward the mine is covered in branches, "How much longer till we get there?" Susie heaves, chalking this up to bring the only exercise she'll be doing for the year.

"Susie we've been to the mines, how do you not know where we are?" Roz breathes out as they trek through the leaves at a fast pace.

"It's probably the physical exhaustion talking, don't worry we're almost there Susie." Sabrina replies leading her friends, holding Harvey's hand as he trails next to her.

They approach an array of yellow and red signs telling them to keep out, they're at the entrance of the mine. Sabrina looks up to Harvey squeezing his hand. Roz looks at Harvey's empty expression knowing that he's thinking of his brother, he's already lost so much she thinks with a sorrowful expression. Harvey looks away from the cursed entrance and kisses Sabrina's forehead as Roz and Susie gather there bearings and make there way to them.

"I'm so not doing P.E on Monday." Roz curses and Susie breathes in agreement.

They huddle together as Sabrina goes over the plan, "Okay guys so we all stick together, we all know the mine is a maze and this could very well be where the demon is and conveniently where we need to trap it so there's no means to escape." Harvey takes a deep breath and nods

along with the other morals.

"He's going to want to separate us so we're easier to manipulate, he's going to whisper certain truths to your mind but you have to ignore it so we can find him and trap him. Susie I'm gonna need you to keep a look out side the mine in case anyone else comes, Roz I'm gonna need you to touch this inscription to find out where he might be in there and Harvey," Sabrina breathes out, "just stay safe and keep next to me okay?"

He pecks her lightly on the lips, "You got it 'brina." Sabrina smiles at him, and Roz focuses her eyes on the rocks below her.

Sabrina levitates the rocks out of there path as the three of them make there way toward the core of the maze. Roz trails behind the pair, still holding hands and holding up flashlights in their other hands. Are you lost blind girl? A grim scratchy voice echoes out in her mind. "Did you guys hear that?" Roz says.

"Hear what?" Harvey replies turning toward Ros.

"Never mind."

Never mind that your in love with your best friends boyfriend, how pathetic. Roz eyes widen at the raspy scathing voice and suddenly the light of her flashlight gets dimmer and the vision of Sabrina and Harvey in front of her gets blurred.

"Remember Roz we have to ignore the voice it's just trying to manipulate us to let it out." Sabrina cautions.

"Right" Roz breathes out in confusion as her eyes begin to blur out the brown of Harvey's hair, the blue of his jacket and the white light of Sabrina's flashlight.

"Uhh guys I think I'm starting to lose my sight now, I can't see oh my God." Roz says breathing hard now, she can't hear their foot steps anymore. "Guys?!" She yells out.

Roz feels wet tears fall from her eyes, as she whips her head around frantically trying to adjust to seeing nothing in any direction.

Useless, you couldn't even follow your friends and lead them the right way

The voice returns and rings back in her head like a song, she tries to cover her ears and block the sound.

She's gonna hate you when she finds out you know, the witch. She will find out and she'll leave just like your mother and your grandmother did.

The voice brings Roz to her knees as she cries out in full on sobs. The demon is right she's gonna hate me, they all are. They're gonna leave me. She feels the weight of her glasses on her face, they're useless to her now. Just like I'am, useless.

"Roz?" She hears his voice clear ring out before her. Harvey kneels in front of her to see if she's okay as she looks up to follow the sound of his voice. "Roz..your eyes.." he says rooted in the spot at the sight of her, the soft brown he always knew becoming a startling gray .

"I know, I can't see!" She exclaims frantically. The tears roll out once again,and make there way down her cheeks.

You can't see him anymore and you never will again. You'll never see anyone you love again.

Rosalind cried out loud sobs at the insistent demonic voice, "I can't see you." She cries out.

Harvey's heart breaks at the sight of her and hearing her cries, they have to get out of here. "Look Ros, brina found a way out of here, you've been trapped here for three hours okay-"

Roz looks up from her hands and sniffles, "What? no, that's impossible I just lost track of you guys." Her breathing becomes labored again, in out , in out.

No one can save you Rosalind Walker, no one will care.

Roz' eyes shut tightly.

"No Roz listen to me," Harvey says his hands now intertwining with hers, anchoring her to his words "We found the demon and trapped it, it's just all in your head, okay? You got lost, so I came to get you and Sabrina gave me this red yarn so we can get back." He breathes out to her hoping to everything they can make it out of this.

"I need you to slow down your breathing okay? In. Out." Harvey eyes frantically watch over her face trying to calm her breathing.

Roz's greys still in his direction and they shut as she breathes, in. Out.

I'll keep you here with me where you belong, forever. The voice picks at her mind and reverbs.

"Roz..hey, you with me?" Harvey asks his breath fanning across her face, she startles at the proximity and his voice. "Do you still hear it's voice?" He asks brows furrowed, suspecting the reason for there self imposed captivity.

He will never love you the way he does the witch

More unwilling tears roll out, as Roz faces the ground and lets out a meek, "Yes" in response.

"Hey Roz just focus on my voice, just me." Soft yet calloused hands cup her wet cheeks, the red string rests on the right side of her face, tied around his index finger, she holds her breath. She wishes so badly more than ever she could see him. Read the look in his eyes, the curve of his mouth, his laugh lines. Roz wishes so badly she could see him and is at the same time, more than grateful she can no longer see what she can't have.

A beat passes and they breathe together, Harvey feels a tug on his heart and a warmth that burns from his chest to his stomach, it spreads like a wildfire. Then he feels a tug on his hand, more specifically his index finger. Sabrina his mind rings out, putting out the fire in his chest with a swift feeling of guilt taking over his gut. Sabrina had pulled on the yarn signaling the time they had left.

Harvey drops his hands from her face and pulls Roz up, and tugs on her left hand and leads them back out following the string. Roz's heart skipping a beat and feeling heavy with every passing step and turn.

They make it out of the cave and the smell of Sabrina's citrus shampoo wakes her from her spell when her best friend takes her in to her arms. The seemingly endless stream of tears roll down her face once again and her eyes shut close breathing in the scent of her. Sabrina her best friend since she was 6, was embracing her like she was her life line right after she almost kissed her boyfriend. "Its okay, Your okay, You made it out, You did it." She hears Sabrina's voice whisper and Ros feels her eyes shut tighter holding her friend for dear life.

Roz feels Susie's small arms wrap around then both, and a sad smile rests on her face. She feels Harvey's eyes on her like a ray of light, she can't see it but knows the weight of his gaze, right down to the bone, it makes her shiver, must be my cunning, Roz thinks, she hopes.

When they finally let go, and Susie asks her for the millionth time if she's really okay, Roz hears Sabrina swarm Harvey with deep kisses, the rustling of fabric and smacking of lips the main indicator. Roz's eyes find their way downward when she feels Harvey's gaze again, with Sabrina in his arms, it's almost as if the wind whispers with his eyes. A phrase finds it's way between them again,

I'm sorry.

***

"So you can see the future right?"

"Well not exclusively, sometimes things from the the past and things happening around me now that I wouldn't know about if I didn't have the cunning." Roz tells Harvey, as the sunlight glistens into his room through the cracks of the dark curtains. It's a regular Sunday morning, they had to study for an English test, a break was needed and here she was adjusting the crossed position of her leg on his bed feeling it fall asleep as he absorbs the information. Harvey's across from her on his bed, mirroring her position.

"I wanna know about my future. And I know based on what you just told me that might not be what you see, but I still wanna know." He tells her, eyes alight with a renewed hope.

Roz face contorts to one of caution, " I don't know Harvey, I mean I think letting people know they're future is kind of dangerous don't you think?"

Harvey thinks about it for a second, "Okay so how about this if you think it's something I think I can live without knowing, don't tell me." Roz snorts at his request.

"That's so general how will I know what to tell you?" She exclaims crossing her arms.

"Something I can live with out knowing Roz, hello if I die! Duh." Harvey responds, stating the obvious. He notices her persistent hesitance, "Look you don't have to do it if you're not comfortable." He says in a gentle voice.

"It's not that I just hadn't...thought about you dying is all." She says with a frown on her face.

"I was only kidding Roz, I'm only asking you because I trust you." She can feel his eyes on her again burning through her greys, shame I'll never get to see them Susie always mentions how hot they are. Roz mulls it over in her head again, the pros and cons and ultimately, "I'll do it." She nods before she can talk her self out of it.

"Really? Okay so what do you have to do? Touch me, right? Be careful Roz, I'm spoken for." Harvey says with a playful smirk.

"Famous last words Kinkle, watch it." Roz replies just about sick of him, she imagines the sunlight bounces of his brown hair and how his smile is probably that much brighter because of it and shes just about sick of that too.

She adjusts her legs again and tries to get comfortable, she takes his hand and takes a deep breath, Harvey's even closed his eyes for good measure, "Okay I'm seeing something." She says in a serious tone.

Harveys eyes pop open and he exclaims in excitement, "What?!"

Roz's eyes are still closed and her eye brows furrow, "I see...a bright light...fog...water and oh my- Harvey!"

"What?! What do you see Roz." He says grip on her hand tightening, "I see...aliens! There comin-" she's tackled by Harvey and her giggles interrupt her false proclaims.

"Aliens really Roz?" Harvey says as he sits up a soft smile resting on his features. He pokes her face until she answers, "Really?!"

Roz' giggles don't cease even when she speaks, "That's for the comment." She breathes out, readying her body for an actual reading "Okay, I'm ready to actually tell you now, sorry" Roz says reaching out her hand.

"No your not" Harvey says indignantly taking her hand with a false sour expression, Roz feels her face light up with a warm smile. "Your right I'm not." She takes a deep breath, in. Out, brushing off the memory of the soft hand on her face in the mines, she takes his hand.

"How do you know it's gonna be a girl?" Roz hears a voice echoing in her mind, it's mature and familiar. The view gets easier to see the more she focuses. There's two people sitting on a couch, a woman and a man. She's pregnant.

"Because I just know." He responds, Roz can see his face clearer now, it's Harvey. He's wearing a blue collared shirt and jeans, his brown hair is cut short and he has facial hair; scruff. He reaches out to touch the woman very pregnant stomach.

"So you had Sabrina give Ambrose a call and do his witchy pregnancy gender test thing." Roz realizes why the voice sounds so familiar it's her, Staring at her own future. What the-

"Yep. I mean no-" Harvey sighs as Roz gives him a look, "Okay so I did but I really wanted to know, I couldn't wait until after the baby was born."

"Uh yeah you could've then it would've been like we'd agreed." Roz hears her self say as she pouts at him.

"Come on babe when have we ever done something according to plan?" Harvey pouts back and they meet in the middle faces inches apart.

Roz hears herself sigh somehow in content and exasperation, "You're lucky your cute." She says and their lips finally meet, it's a sweet slow kiss, she feels she's intruding on something even though it's her.

Harvey cups her face as their lips part and looks at her like she's his world as his other hand finds her stomach, Roz looks at her self smiling so big, she doesn't even remember the last time she smiled like that and her heart feels heavy.

"No more calling Sabrina for this type of stuff okay, she's high priestess now. She doesn't have time to make pregnancy house calls." Roz says putting her pointer finger to Harvey's chest making her case known. His hands go up in surrender "okay okay. Just as long as you don't go texting Susie every time the baby kicks, she's on her book tour. She doesn't need he distraction."

"What? I don't do it everytime , I mean-" now Harvey gives her a look and he laughs at his wife's shocked expression, her diamond ring glistens in the sun as he takes her hand. "Honey she told me to tell you to slow down a little bit with the baby talk, you can still talk to her about it, absolutely. But your kinda driving her crazy. Please don't kill me." He says with a flinch proceeding with caution not wanting to test his wife's mood swings.

Roz watches herself look away from her husband in shock, still holding his hand, "well at least I got yo- woah she's eager in there." Roz suddenly feels a fluttering in her stomach and she touches the flat surface, she looks back up at the future version of her. Her and Harvey cooing at their future child, hands interlocked at the stomach.

Roz gasps, opening her eyes, waiting to hear Harvey's voice, "Roz you okay? What happened? What did you see?" He asks as she breathes deeply, wanting more than anything to see those soft brown eyes again, but I guess those eyes are gonna spend the rest of their life looking at me, Roz thinks taken back by the outcome.

She feels Harvey's hesitance to touch her again and his concern so he turns her face toward him, "What happened?"

Roz finds herself smiling, there maybe a million obstacles between them now but shes not going to add one by risking it not happening in telling him what she saw so she leaves it at, "Just something you can live without." She says as she leaves his room.

A beat passes and he jogs behind her trailing to catch up. "What the hell does that mean?"

If only you knew Harvey Kinkle, if only you knew.

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kellykadesperate · 6 years ago

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heavy hearts will bleed

another teen!seb fic for you:

Seb’s got his hands down the sweetie jar when Belle stalks over to him more plastered than he wants to admit. She’s got something glittery running through her hair, almost like a tassel that’s got caught and he smiles at her as she huffs out a sigh and sits down next to him.

Seb knows his own family, knows that Belle has always looked out for him, hugged him a little longer than was necessary but now she has these big sad eyes on him and he wants to tell her to quit it.

“Alright?” He’s got a hand falling over the gummy ring and he hooks it around his finger before fishing it out with ease.

Belle doesn’t say anything, just reaches for a glass of wine and yeah it’s a family thing but she’s putting them back like it’s Christmas.

“I was.” Belle says, all vague and unhelpful and Seb looks across to where his dads are sitting. They’re in a world of their own, playing with each other’s hands when they think no one else is looking and it’s sickening but he supposes he shouldn’t go and bother them.

They’re old, they probably need time to be soft before Annie goes and —

Annie bundles across them both and Aaron has her on his shoulders within a matter of seconds as Seb stares at them and almost forgets about the way Belle is still staring at him.

“You look like him sometimes.” Belle says, and Seb blinks out his confusion. She’s had too many, she’s rambling, she probably thinks he’s someone else. “You argue with your dad and I see that look, that — that anger. Sorry. No I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

Seb chooses to ignore her, offer a kind smile and leave before she gets even more weird but then she pulls him back by the arm.

“I’m talking about Lachlan.” Belle says, and the name means nothing to him. He doesn’t know what it should mean but —

“Should I get Lee?” Belle’s boyfriend, he’s got an allotment, he’s dead boring but everyone says that’s what she needs and he doesn’t get it.

Belle pulls a face. “No.” She pushes out. “I don’t want — you don’t know do you?” Her face switches into a frown, and Seb just stares at her. “About him. About Lachlan, about what he did to your mum when he —“

The music stops or something because he can’t hear anything anymore. Belle’s just sitting there crying and then Robert feels his heart thump out of his chest because he hears his name.

Within seconds he’s there, holding Seb by the arm and trying to steer him away from harms way because Belle’s always been a lose canon when it came to him hasn’t she?

“Seb, we’re leaving.”

“No.” Seb manages to say, mouth half open as he works out what the fuck Belle thinks she’s saying. “My mum? What — what’s this Lachlan got to do with my mum?” He’s asking, almost pleading as he watches Liv drag the glass of wine away from Belle’s lips and pull her up the stairs away from sight. “No Liv, let me speak to her, let me —“

“Seb, come on.” Robert says, he’s still got a hand over Seb’s arm but there’s no use, Seb pushes him away and Robert feels hopeless against what he’s about to know.

“Who’s Lachlan?” Seb asks, and Aaron feels like the walls are closing in around them as Robert almost falls back into his arms. There’s too many memories now, they’re swirling about in his mind so much that he feels sick.

Because all he can think about is Robert being hurt by him, them finding Rebecca’s body, the despair over Seb not knowing his mother.

It comes crawling back.

Aaron pulls a hand across his face as Robert shrinks the way he always does when they speak about the past. About that time.

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?”

Chas is there, and Aaron looks towards her for a second like he needs her help. She sighs heavily, goes to speak.

“Love.” Chas speaks, hardly makes any effort to sound serious and then she looks at Jacob and Annie. “The kiddies need their beds now, go home and we’ll talk about all of this —“

“Nan please.” Seb’s chin is wobbling and Aaron feels his heart break.

“Lydia, can you — get the kids out.” Aaron turns quickly, squeezes Robert’s sweaty hand as a way of letting him know what’s happening and within seconds Annie and Jacob are feeding the pigs outside and Seb’s still standing there waiting.

“Just tell —“

“He was your cousin.” Robert blurts out, because he knows he can’t stop this. He knows that it’s too late and his fifteen year old child has to hear about the worst thing that’s ever happened to him before he’s ready.

Seb raises an eyebrow and pulls at the blue hoodie he’s thrown over the shirt Robert’s made him wear. He looks uncomfortable, out of place suddenly and Robert wants to stop before he understands properly.

“My cousin?” Seb says, slow, steady and Aaron nods.

“Yeah mate.” He says, pulling his hands together nervously.

And then he works it out.

“And he hurt mum?”

Everyone decides that’s when it’s time to leave them to it, give them space or whatever. Diane’s there, head in her hands and Marlon looks like he wants to cry or something.

They all leave and Robert has tears in his eyes as he looks at his son, taller than Robert likes for his age, freckles and a winning smile and this golden heart and —

“He did more than hurt her Seb, he — God, I’m so sorry, he’s the reason why she’s gone.”

Gone is better than what she is really, dead.

She’s dead because he killed her and Robert didn’t know for weeks and —

“Seb look at me,” Aaron says suddenly, leans over and sees that Seb’s doing what he usually does, bottling things up until he’s breaking things and making them worry. “It’s going to be okay, I promise you, it’s going to —“

“He killed mum. He killed my mum.”

Robert has a hand across his face now, blinks through the tears he has in his eyes because they won’t go away.

“Don’t, please don’t —“

“Don’t what?” Seb says. “Say the truth instead of — of you lying to me.”

“We never —“

“Car crash. Quick. Painless.” Seb knows what he knows because they sat down and told him the lie when he was twelve, explained something more than just that mummy is in the sky looking down on him.

Aaron winces as he speaks, hears the emotion thick in his son’s throat. He wants to wrap his arms around him, hold tight, kiss his head and rock him until he’s let it all out but Seb’s so angry. He knows.

“Painless.” Seb repeats. “And now, now I know that my cousin killed her. Why? Why would —“

“Seb, you need to calm down.” Aaron moves closer towards Seb, holds up a hand and turns back to see Robert staring blankly like he’s already had to say enough.

“No. No he needs to start explaining. Oi. Dad, would you open your mouth and —“

“Don’t speak to him like that.” Aaron fights his corner like usual and Robert pulls his head up. “This, it’s so hard for —“

“How sad for him. He’s not just found out that his mum was killed by someone he’s related to!” It hits way too close to home than Seb expected and he flinches at the look on Robert’s face, the way he cowers under it.

“Seb we — we were always going to tell you.” Robert says, after the longest time in the world. “He was a monster. He wasn’t your family. He never ever will be your family okay?”

He’s angry, he’s fucking fuming as he stands taller and Seb’s there crying in front of him.

“He killed her?” Seb whispers, like it’s sinking in and his face is pink now, freckles spotted across his nose even more visible. “He took her away from me, why?”

Aaron shudders. “Because he was messed up.” He says, tentatively strokes at Seb’s arm and tries not to crumble under the pain he sees. “Some sick little liar who hurt us one too many times. But he got caught in the end.”

“When it was too late.” Seb whispers before sighing. “So him and Belle were —“

Robert’s jaw locks as he thinks about it.

“Until she saw sense and ended up nearly dead herself.”

Seb blows out a long breath, “But he’s gone now?” He says.

“Seb, he’s never going to touch a hair on your head. You got that?” Robert turns into a proper dad and Seb feels him hold his face in his hand. “He’s gone, he’s gone okay?”

“But he — he took her.” Seb says, chin still wobbling. “She was taken from me, you lied, you said that —“

“Because we couldn’t hurt you.” Aaron says, thinks of all the times where they have tried to get this out. “You’ve been so happy, and now this is on your mind and it’s the last thing we want.”

Seb wipes at his face as Liv comes down the stairs, explains how Belle is out of it now and sorry.

“Hey kid.” Liv says warily as she looks at Seb. “I’m so sorry.” Her own chin wobbles and she has her own memories that run through him.

Seb shudders again, and he can’t breathe against the way they’re all staring at him.

“You’re ours, you know that?” Aaron says protectively as Robert holds Seb’s shoulders.

“Ours.” Robert whispers, and Seb falls into his chest slowly as the tears roll down his face.

Jacob’s deciding to kick every aisle they walk down and Robert feels the frustration rising through him as he lets it happen.

“Seb, you’ll scuff your trainers.” He says, for the third time, now decides to yank his son over the trolley and make him stay put whilst Aaron gets the easy job, walks around picking out fruit with the soft and sensible little girl of theirs.

Figures.

“Alright?” Robert raises his head as he sees Cain standing there with Issac. He nods politely and waits for the questioning. “How’s Seb?”

Robert feels his throat almost close up as he thinks about how quiet he’s been, it’s been nearly two weeks and since that night he hasn’t asked anymore questions at all. It’s like he doesn’t want to know a thing about it, like he’s trying to erase all of it from his mind.

It’s not healthy but there’s not a lot Robert can do about it now.

“Quiet. Quieter anyway. He’s not speaking about it. Any of it.” Robert says, and even Jacob has the decency to stop bouncing in the trolley. He’s a little petrified of his uncle Cain.

“He’s not been around the skate park either.” Issac says, a mop of black hair and dark eyes and concern written all over his face. “But I’ll keep an eye out for him.”

“Cheers.” Robert says, feels Aaron snake a hand around his waist as he appears and voices his own concern.

They’re all concerned, that isn’t going to change any time soon and Seb coming home just after eleven a few days later is enough to make everything blow up.

He slams the door and keeps his head down as he tries to get to the stairs before either of them can corner him.

It doesn’t work, and it’s Robert shouting for him to explain himself before he can disappear.

“Have you seen the time? Where have you been?” Robert’s eyes are wide and Aaron watches from the sofa, biting his lip nervously as he sees the exchange. “What are you —“

“What is this, twenty questions?” Seb shouts back, and it’s not him, he’s gentle, naively so at times and he shouldn’t be this angry but he is. It pours out of him and Robert blows out a breath.

“Oi, enough.” Aaron says, he’s the good cop because he always is, always happens to be more lenient and it works because Seb almost looks sorry. “We get it, this is about —“

“Shut up.” Seb says, and Robert’s eyebrow arches up.

“Don’t speak to your dad like that.”

“Why not?” Seb’s bright pink now, his throat is full of all this emotion and he shakes his head. “Is he gonna disappear on me as well?”

Robert swallows, tries hard to keep it together as Aaron comes towards them both. “Your mum didn’t disappear on you, she was —“

“Yeah, I know! Because some psycho took her and now I’ve got half a family left!” Seb screams and it’s enough to wake Annie who appears on the stairs with her pink blanket and a frown on her face. Aaron runs towards her and scoops her up, gently stroking her hair as he carries her back upstairs.

“You haven’t got — you haven’t got half a family left.” Robert says, “Don’t say it like that.”

“He killed my grandad and my aunt and —“

Robert flinches.

“You’ve found out?”

“How couldn’t I?” Seb shrugs dramatically. “Locked up in a shack for all that time, and then he kills her anyway. And then he burns it down, so I don’t even get to see where she was last.”

Robert winces slightly. “I wouldn’t want you to see that.”

“It’s not about you. Or dad. Or Liv. It’s about —“

“I know, I know Seb.”

“How couldn’t you know back then?”

It’s the question he’s been dreading, the blame, the guilt rises through him and he can’t hear anything at all until Aaron appears and tells Seb to stop it.

“You don’t blame him.” Aaron says, frowning harshly at Seb. “You have no idea what it was like after we found out okay? We — your dad was in bits about it.”

Seb bites his lip the way Aaron does and chews as the tears fall down his face. “Found out a little too late though didn’t you?”

“Enough.” Aaron says again, louder as Robert shrinks.

“No! I’m not a kid anymore! You don’t get to lie to me and try to treat me like one of your own when I’m not am I? Belle sees through it, everyone sees through it!”

One minute he has his phone in his hand and the next it’s been thrown across the room and crashing towards the glass cabinet filled with pictures of them all.

There’s glass everywhere and Aaron holds his breath as Seb looks down at his empty hands.

“Seb.” Robert says carefully, because he doesn’t know what else to say, because this hasn’t ever happened before, because Seb is so good and this is —

“I’m just like him.” It’s all he says, and then he’s running out the door and Robert finds himself falling into Aaron’s chest and shaking out his fear.

Seb’s by the swings when they find him, it hasn’t taken them longer than ten minutes because he’s still just a kid at heat and that’s what is so horrible about all of this.

His long legs are falling down across the gravel and the light of the moon is the only thing making him visible really.

“Thought we’d find you here.” Robert says, cautious as he speaks and Seb keeps his head down like he can’t bring himself to raise it just yet. “Though you’re a little bit big for swings now don’t you think?”

Aaron almost smiles. “Jacob’s even getting too —“

“Did they hear? Are they — are they scared?” Seb raises his head up, his nose is pink against the cold and Aaron’s heart sort of breaks as he looks at him.

“No darlin’.” Aaron says, he used to call him that when he was little because Chas did the same and it stuck. “Vic’s with them, they’re still tucked up in bed.”

Seb blinks slowly. “Good.” He says, half a smile on his face. “I didn’t want to — to scare them, I didn’t mean to do any of that.” He says, adamantly.

He looks so disappointed in himself and Robert can’t help but reach out and touch his son’s shoulder.

“We know.” Robert says, because that wasn’t his kid, their kid, that was a sad and messed up boy who needs help.

“Yeah?” Seb looks up again and Aaron nods his head, closes in so that he can kiss Seb’s head. “I just got angry and lost it. Maybe that’s what he did. Just got angry. Maybe I’m just like —“

“Never.” Robert stresses now, wants this known, wants Seb certain that his psycho sick cousin has nothing to do with him and never ever will.

“I’m related to him though aren’t I?” Seb says, squints harshly because they can’t deny that. Robert drops his head a little, walks across towards him and leans against the swings, thinking so far back that he almost feels dizzy.

“You know your grandad,” Robert blows out a breath, feels the emotion get caught in his throat and Aaron can’t believe how brave Robert is being. “He — he was a good man but he didn’t like me being who I was. Bisexual, you know?” Seb nods along and Robert feels Aaron squeezing his shoulder encouragingly. “So he hurt me for it. Just the once, but it was enough. And I grew up thinking that I could be capable of that too. I could have kids, and hurt them.”

“You wouldn’t.” Seb says suddenly and Robert nods.

“I knew that too see, I knew I couldn’t but I also knew I was his son, that his anger and disappointment was in me somehow and I couldn’t help it.” Robert hasn’t spoken about this before, he’s not ready to taint the memories he’s built up for his son of his grandad just yet but he needs to know this.

Aaron squeezes on his shoulder again and Seb’s eyes fill with tears.

“But I was wrong, okay? Because some things don’t get carried on like that, they just don’t. And Lachlan has nothing to do with who you are now.”

It makes sense. It makes Seb shudder and wrap his arms around himself and then Aaron’s pulling his coat off and handing it over before crouching down towards Seb.

His knees crack a little and he’s getting too old for this but he smiles as he goes and tries to hold himself together before he speaks.

“You know how I’ve always said my dad wasn’t — he wasn’t a very nice man.” He’s always said, always made sure that he knows exactly why they don’t speak about him. Seb nods. “Well he, he did some things that —“

“Dad you don’t have to.” Seb says, because he’s already knows. It’s a small village at the end of the day.

“No I do because I thought I couldn’t be a dad to you because of him.” Aaron says. “And when we were thinking about having Jacob. I — I couldn’t get passed the fact that I could be him one day, angry and bitter and —“ Aaron hugs himself and Robert has a hand tight across his neck, stroking over and over.

“You’re the softest man I know.” Seb says, a smile on his face through the tears. “Daddy fluffy remember?”

Aaron laughs at that, rubs a hand over his eyes and actually laughs. “Oh God.” He says. “And you got Jake and Annie saying it n’all.”

“He couldn’t help himself.” Robert whispers, hand still stroking as he looks up at Seb and then blows out a breath. “Seb, what he did was — but he’s nothing to do with ya.” He tries to smile.

“But — the way I, the remote hitting the —“

Aaron gathers Seb up in his arms, holds Seb’s face towards his as Robert has a hand across the boy’s back.

“You’re all ours.” Aaron says passionately, in a way that always makes Robert feel a little light headed after all this time. “You belong. Here. With me and your dad and Liv, Jacob and Annie. That’s your family okay?” Seb nods lightly. “And my crazy lot, his crazy lot, they all love you and you belong.”

Robert blinks as he tries not to cry. “Mate, they loved you too you know? Your aunt, your grandad, your — mum. And we need you to know that you fit here with us. Always have, always will.”

Seb is bright pink now, all freckles and blond hair and clear eyes.

“Okay.” Seb says, almost rolls his eyes because he’s a cheeky so and so. “Stop going on, I get it.” Robert half smiles, shares a lion with Aaron and knows without a shadow of a doubt that there’s still sadness there, one that won’t ever go away. He knows that Seb doesn’t deserve to have this fucked up past either.

“Good.” Aaron says, raises to his feet and watches Seb do the same. “And next time, leave the remote where it is yeah?”

Seb’s blushing and looking all sorry and then he’s in Aaron’s arms, Robert’s kissing his head and then he’s walking ahead of them as they head home.

Robert pulls Aaron closer towards him like he needs the comfort and the younger man stretches his fingers into his husband’s.

“God I love you.” Robert says, almost too overwhelmed with everything to speak properly about how he feels. He just knows the really simple things like he wouldn’t have been able to do any of that without Aaron by his side.

“Hmm?” Aaron mumbles, walking slower. “Where’s that come from?”

Robert stops them, points to his chest and smiles. “In here you daft idiot.”

“You sap.”

“What? I’m emotional, I’ve got ever right to be.”

Aaron looks serious. “He’ll be alright.” He says. “Issac will make sure of it, and so will all of us.” He smiles faintly, hand across Robert’s waist and then he leans in and kisses him gently. There’s hardly any heat to it. Just this soft rhythm that screams ‘I’m still here, I’ll always be here’

Robert takes, holds and then pulls away as he hears Seb calling for them to stop acting like kids and hurry up before he locks them out.

“Yeah. He’ll be just fine.”

#i have been sitting on this for TOO long #here u go #seb white #robron fics #as soon as ao3 is up i will put the link up

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Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover: Chapter 3

Sander sides

Word count: 1,945

Characters: Patton/Creativity, Virgil/Anxiety, Patton/Morality, Logan/Logic

Warnings: Nothing. If there is please let me know xox

Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but somehow perfect match of a friendship went their days peaceful in their small community until one day a new pair of brother; Patton and Virgil, moved into town and showed the owners a new way of live.

Chapter three: Tears Were Spilled

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

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Splash.

Soft rain drops hitting the glass woke Logan up from his deep slumber. Although the bags under his eyes begged for him to stay in bed and get more sleep, his logic made him shuffle his feet across his floor to continue his morning routine. A coffee for breakfast was all he treated himself to as he got ready. The pyjama shirt was replaced with the usual black polo and suit pants follow. The blue tie slid around his neck and was loosely tied and adjusted to sit properly on him. The coffee cup was discarded into the sink as Logan made quick work of his shoes and jacket before he headed out into the rain. His stomach rumbled and his eyes ached as he regretted himself for staying up late the night before. ‘It was illogical’, he thought as the rain pitter-pattered against his head. ‘Why was I being so bothered something that really meant nothing? Roman was just speaking his mind, and that’s alright. He was just pointing out facts, so why were the facts bothering me so much?’ Logan stopped in his tracks and licked his lips quickly to confirm it. Tears were flowing down with the rain slowly along his cheeks. It didn’t help his already aching eyes and so Logan quickened his steps so he could hurry out of the cold that was stinging the tip of his nose and into the warmth of his library. The key trembled slightly at his freezing fingers but soon the lock clicked and Logan was in the warmth, naturally bringing a smile to his face. The heater and lights kicked in and Logan seemed to properly wake up, no matter how little sleep he got. By the time Roman walked in with his loud voice echoing through the library about how the weather was going to ruin his hair Logan had cleaned himself up, tears and tiredness pushed aside. The prince seemed to not notice anything an ife did, he knew better than to ask from how they ended things yesterday. The library was opened at the exact time of 7:30 like everyday, the cafe running at full speed and Logan extremely needing the distraction from his mind that seemed to be racing and his heart that was wondering.

The children he had tutored for a while smelt something fishy when Logan yawned a few times and seemed to drift off when the students were writing away as he usually likes to hide any sign of ‘weakness’ like being tired and to keep his thoughts on the lesson. He insisted he was fine and most of the students dropped it...except for-

“It’s totally about Patton isn’t it?

“No Lucy, now let’s get back to this math that you were struggling with just yesterday.”

“Oh no, I’m perfectly fine. I practised all night and understand everything now.” Lucy beamed. “So spill the beans sir.”

Logan gave her a blank expression for god knows how long, but she kept wiggling her eyebrows and a smirk covering her face that eventually broke him. He sighed and the smile she did could’ve powered the town. “I got little sleep last night because Roman pointed something out that now makes me afraid…”

Lucy’s face softened, eyes kind with a sense of understanding. Truth be told, Roman and her were the only people who knew what had happened in Logan’s past. Roman; because he was there when it happened. Lucy; she came in late one day to a slightly upset Logan crying into Roman's shoulder.

“Oh Logan….why are should you be afraid? What if it's a new start for you? You can make amends to your feelings. You can't live your life behind a curtain forever. Pain is meant to be felt, because it allows you to feel the great emotions stronger.”

Logan was silent. His gaze was on the work in front of them, trying to work out the equation left unsolved to try and distract himself. Soon his vision was blurred and Lucy was wiping his tears away from his face. “But what if….it hurt so much, I don't know if I can take something like that again.”

“But what if it's magical? This could change your life, this could be so good for you. Maybe just give Patton a chance. He makes you smile and-”

“Hey kiddos! What's going on?” Patton was smiling like the Sun, pulling the seat up next to Logan. It instantly dropped when he realised Logan was crying. “Oh god, what's the matter bud?”

Logan didn't turn around at first. He was going to flat out ignore him until Lucy raised her eyebrow at him and he sighed. I'm just figuring some stuff out and-” he couldn't finish his words before he was pulled into a hug.

“Shh, it's alright Lo. I've got you.” The softness in his tone and the warmth he gave Logan made him crack as he started crying softly into his shoulder. A hand rested on the back of his head to keep him close while another ran up and down his back, making him feel cared for. He had lost track of time but when he looked up Lucy had cleared her stuff and was gone. He turned his gaze to Patton who gave him the sweetest smile it was almost sickening. He tried to return one, but after failing he just dropped his head back on to his shoulder. A silence fell between the two, Logan focusing on the hand still tracing his spine that made him shiver. The curiosity of a question got the better of him as he asked “Why do you care Patton? What seems to be so special about me for you?”

“Well jeez Lo, there's no one answer. I just hate seeing anyone sad, especially my friends.”

“Did….did you just say….friend?”

“Of course I did! You're such a sweet and kind person, why wouldn't we be friends?”

Logan lifted his head again to see a large smile across his face, giving the corner of his eyes crinkles. A soft, real smile drifted over his own face as well, settling with the dusty pink over his cheek. They were both staring at each other for a bit, a nice warmth surrounding them until Logan realised what was happening and stood up quickly, snapping Patton out of it too. “I apologize for my behaviour. I will make sure to keep my feelings under control next time.”

“Lo, you silly goose! I didn't mind, this was really sweet.”

“Well….I have work I must attend to. I am sorry to leave you-”

“Oh it's ok! I'll just follow you then, it must get lonely walking around by yourself.”

Logan stood there for a moment. If he wanted to keep this 'friend’ he had made he should probably hang with them. “I guess you can accompany me with my tasks.”

“Oh yay! What fun! Maybe I can also help you too!” Patton jumped up and stood next to Logan, sides pressed together slightly that made his cheeks pink and lips let out a giggle.

Logan's faced flushed too as he walked around, assisting people and organising the books with the help of Patton

Virgil was, again, getting distracted by Roman playing with some kids. With a headphone pounding loud music into his ear, he drummed his pencil against his empty sheet. Although he couldn't hear them, the smiles and obvious laughter that they all shared made Virgil's heart swell from seeing the enjoyment. He pushed his luck too far though, for Roman was about to check Virgil out when he caught him staring. Throwing him a wink, the hooded boy went red and buried his head down to try and actually write something.

Roman smirked, whispering something into the girls ear beside him. She looked over at Virgil and smiled, nodding before running over to him and tugging on his sleeve.

Virgil looked up annoyed until his eyes rested on her. He softened a little bit. “What do you want?”

“Well sir, we were wondering if you would like to play with us.” Her hopeful shimmering green eyes melted Virgil's heart, and so unlike he usual would, he responded with “What are you playing?”

“We're playing high tea, and the m-magesy would love for you to join us.”

Virgil looked over her and finally paid attention to the little cups and table set up, teddies filling in the gaps of the children who already left. He sighed. “Give me a minute ok?”

She happily nodded and skipped back over, taking her space in the table.

Virgil made quick work of cleaning up the table he was sitting at until everything was in his bag. He thought for a moment before pausing his music and putting his headphones away. He trotted over and sat his bag next to the throne before making it to the others.

Roman was the first to speak up. “Ah, my dear boy. I'm so glad you got the invite.” He smirked slightly, making Virgil blush and dig his nails into his palm in annoyance. “Why don't you take Tigger’s spot from the table then.”

Virgil saw the Tigger teddy next to Roman himself and sighed, moving it back a bit before sitting down. The small girl who went up to him handed him a plastic tea cup and offered him some tea from the plastic tea pot. He nodded silently and the other kids went back to their chittering, asking Roman and now Virgil questions about stories. Virgil listened to the amazing and wild stories he told the kids and not understanding how he was suppose to compete with it. So instead of telling, he quickly grabbed his sketchbook and got the children to describe monsters that lurked around for him to draw. The detail the kids gave of them have Virgil the perfect amount for his to draw up until the last freckle. Being so distracted with the adorable kids and the feeling of the pencil on paper, he didn't notice the gaze Roman had on him. The look with a small smile that said so many things and how he shuffled just that little bit closer until their knees touched.

Roman and Virgil worked together to entertain the kids. Roman would talk about the heroic stories each of the kids did to fight against these monsters while Virgil drew the scene out, showing the kids at the end that made them gasp and beg for more. Before they knew it, the last kid had left and the time settled onto 6. Virgil sighed happily, slowly falling back to Earth from his daze of bliss. It was then he realised how close he and Roman were, making him as red as the decor. He went to shuffle away but was stopped when Roman grabbed his wrists, flushed a bit as well.

“I….just needed to say thank you. These kids mean so much to me a-and to see them happy like th-that is just so ama-azing.”

Virgil looked up to see that tears were starting to fall down Roman's face. He didn't really know how to help someone else going through this, so he just did what Patton did to him. He pulled the prince into a soft hug.

“I'm s-sorry, they just are s-so perfect and-”

“Shhh Roman, it's ok.” Virgil played with Roman's hair, the other hand rubbing circles into his back.

For a while they sat there, just holding each other like that. Both faces flushed with embarrassment and tears rolling down one to land on his leather boots.

Splash.

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Yoooooo, sorry about the late chapter post but I was away and couldn’t get to my computer until now but I hope you’ve enjoyed it! Let me know if you want to be added to the next chapter.

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