#terrorknuckle

[vanosslirious]

Update | Ch 11 • The Silver Lion.

Fandom: Banana Bus Squad.

POV: VanossGaming/Evan.

Wc: 2.519.

Excerpt:

Lark nodded happily. “Yes. I got the report from Scarlet, but the intel was shortly cut off, so most of what we’ll need to understand will come from Jonathan and Luke. Your new specimens.”

Jonathan sneered. “We’re not specimens, we just need...to figure out what is going on with us.”

[hella-slow-writer]

Beautiful Flower

omfg this is like, the longest oneshot i’ve ever written in any fandom so yall better appreciate it. Fic is based from Flower of the Plateau by Hatsune Miku because i’m unoriginal and set in a kinda gang au universe so obv it involves some death and stuff.

Pairing: Terrornuckel/Terrorknuckel/Terrormoo Characters: Terroriser, Moo, Vanossgaming, Mini Ladd, and some other characters that only get mentioned. Rating: T+

If you look at Brock, all you could see is an ordinary florist.

The man moved from the city to a quiet, peaceful little town months ago. He quickly adapted to the new environment and built a little flower shop in that town. The flowers in his shop are always so beautiful and neatly arranged. In no time, the shop became popular among the townspeople. Brock's sweet and caring nature also helped boosting his popularity.

Brock became so popular and liked, the townspeople dubbed him as a 'Flower'. Just like the beautiful, delightful flowers he handled.

His charm even attracted a local man into dating him. Brian, the town's baker, had been eyeing the florist since he first appeared in the town. He would visit Brock's flower shop almost everyday to talk with him and give him free food that he made especially for him (although he didn't say that to Brock).

At first, Brock didn't know why Brian would gave him so many (delicious) cakes or pastries and talked with him for hours. Their talk is mostly filled about their favorite games, activities, business, and sometimes Brian would talk about his brother (who he always dubbed as 'Irish potato') who is currently in an 'ambiguous relationship' with his American 'friend'. He admit though, he’s always looking forward to spend more time with him. He likes to talk with the younger male, and the pastry Brian made is the best one he ever had.

It took a few weeks after that to make the florist realized that the happiness and the pleasure he felt when he saw Brian's face, when he talked with the baker, or when he heard him laugh or groans because of his (terrible) puns, is what they called 'Love'.

He never had this feeling for someone before, especially for a guy. He didn't know what to do.

Thankfully, a week later, Brian decided to just man up and ask the other guy out. When they both talked about the new battle royale game they've been addicted to after Brock closed his shop, the baker prepared himself mentally to ask him out. He looked nervous, red blush decorating his face as he grabbed both of Brock's palms gently. His heart pounded so hard in chest while his mind’s channeling courage to say the words. "I... You... D-Do you want to go on a date with me?"

Brock's heart was filled with glee as he heard those confession coming from his crush. His face flushed to bright red as he nodded. "Of course, dummy."

Brian's expression changed from surprise to relief and joy. The baker leaned closer over the counter and planted a soft kiss on Brock's lips, before leaning back while mumbling apology for kissing him so suddenly.

Brock, however, pulled Brian closer and kissed him back. The kiss went more than a soft, gentle kiss. It was heated and intense, tongue dancing for dominance as Brian deepened the kiss. It would be a problem if someone walked into Brock's shop and see them making out, but they didn't care. They both are lost in their own world, together and full of love. That's all they cared about right now.

The news about them dating was spreading out quick, since it's only a little town. So many townspeople congratulating them and are happy for them, wishing their relationship will be so much more as the time pass. Some of the townspeople however, was kinda angry at Brian (because of jealousy, they also want to be as lucky as him).

Brock was happy.

Because nobody in that town knew about the sins he did.

You see, the man actually has a secret.

Brock WAS a member of an influential gang in a city far from the town. Almost everyday, he would commit crimes numerous times along with his comrade. Killing, stealing, deceiving so many people for their own needs, and other illegal things... it's all what they do. Even the cops are kneeling under them. It's not that like he liked doing it. He had no other options besides obeying what his 'leader' told him to. All because his parents had sold him to them, his own parents who’s supposed to care for him. It's a hell on Earth for him.

Everyday they will tell Brock what he must do. And before Brock did the job, he would convince himself that all his victim deserves it. That all his victims are a bunch of bad people, people who are sinful and unforgivable. And the gang is what 'punishment' for them. It's a little thing that made Brock felt that he was different from those cold-blooded, violence-thirsty maniacs.

He knew he's just being pathetic, being in denial. After all, there's no way in hell he can justify them (and as much Brock hated it, 'him') killing a child. Just because that child was born from someone who’s considered a 'threat' to 'them’. And that's only one example of many viscious things he did.

Time passed.

As Brock did what they told to, he began to feel his sanity slipping away. The cruel things he did, the thing he saw, all of it began to affect him. It drove him mad, and if he stayed longer, he would lose his emotions, something that differentiates him from the rest of the gang. Brock didn't want that to happen. He didn't want to be one of them. So he did what he was supposed to do from a long time ago.

He ran away.

He traveled far from the city, living in fear and paranoia of the gang capturing and killing him. Eventually, he arrived in the small little town, hoping that it's far enough for the gang to not track him down. In that town, he began to settle down. Opening a little flower shop from what left of his money to start a new life. A new life where he would finally be happy and free.

That's the story of his past, the sins he tried so hard to hide from the townspeople, especially Brian.

If you think about it, it's not really his fault. He was forced to be one of them, and he really didn't want to do anything they told him to. But the townspeople definitely would freak out and possibly banish him, because they don't want to risk some sadistic people coming to their town.

So he buried his past deep inside him. Hoping nobody would know, and his blissful life would continue forever. After all, a flower has to be beautiful, right? It must not be 'unsightly'.

Weeks has passed since Brock accepted Brian's confession. Nothing really changed between them, they would still spend time together like they always did. But the difference is, now Brian (or him) can kiss the other whenever they want, sometimes the kiss would even turned into something more 'intimate'. They also have their little 'date' every Sunday night.

The older man’s always looking forward to the time he spend together with the younger man. It made him bleaming with happiness and pleasure. This is the life he wanted, a normal life surrounded with someone who cares about him and loves him.

However, something different happened one day.

It's said that a new face had arrived in the town. This stranger also came from the city, although they don't really know which city he is from. Brock is curious, so he decided to meet the stranger after closing his shop. He spotted the stranger in a bar and, as a good man he is, prepared to give the stranger a warmth welcome like the townspeople did to him.

When he looked at that stranger however, he is shocked. That stranger, is someone familiar to him. Someone who knew about his past, about his sins.

It's someone from the gang he feared. A young male by the name 'Vanoss'.

The guy smiles at him when he spotted the dumbfounded Brock, his hand signaling the florist to sit in front of him while his other hand grabbed a glass of alcohol.

"What are you doing here?!" Brock's voice is low like a whisper as he take the seat in front of Vanoss. He glanced to the left and right, worried someone might overheard their conversation. But the other townspeople looked like they're having a pleasant conversation themselves, and not sparing the two of them a glance.

Vanoss just shrugs. "Drinking." he replied before sipping alcohol into his mouth.

Brock realized that the other's eyes looks tired, as if he haven't fall asleep in days. No, he looks tired in general. And if this guy in front of him isn't a maniac from the malicious gang he hates, he would shower him with compassion and concern.

"That is definitely not the only reason you're here right now." Brock's remark made the young guy tugged the side of his lips upwards, forming a mischievious smirk that Brock used to see in his past. He can feel a sense of fear slowly creeping through his body.

"I see you've built a pretty good life here, Moo." he sips another alcohol, ignoring Brock cringing at the name. "A cute little flower shop and someone to keep you company. You're lucky."

Brock didn't answer. It's been a long time since he talked, or even met Vanoss. Just when he finally got the happiness he was searching for, a ghost from his past had to show up. A past that he intended to bury deep inside. His anxiety and fear began to pilling up more as he prepared himself for what Vanoss’ going to say after this. Is he gonna take him back? Is he gonna kill him?

Neither of that is heard from Vanoss' mouth however, but it is something that made him jolted in surprise. "Don't worry, Moo. We're the same. I also ran away from them."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah." the younger guy nodded. "I think it's been two or three weeks since I escaped."

The answer didn't satisfy the older male, however. Against his fear, he decided to press further. "But, why?"

When the expression on Vanoss' face turned into anger, Brock regretted asking him that. The grip on the glass of alcohol he held tightened, Brock pretty sure the glass cracked. "Those son of bitches murdered someone important to me."

The young guy took a deep breath before he started explaining. "I fell in love with this guy. I didn't even know how, but when I saw him... my mind is filled with him. And my heart just, skipped a beat whenever I heard his voice or saw him. There's a strange feeling in my chest when our fingers met, or when I saw his pretty blue eyes. You know that feeling, yes?"

Brock thought about his same experience with Brian and he nodded. For the first time ever, Brock sees a small smile formed on Vanoss' face. A normal, happy smile of someone reminiscing his pleasant memories. But then, he glanced down. Expression changed into sadness, something that Brock never saw before on Vanoss' face either.

"The problem is, he's a police officer. Someone who’s working on the side of Justice. Someone who 'they' absolutely hate. They found out about him and they just... put a bullet in his head. I didn't even had a chance to say..."

Vanoss stopped, taking a big sip of alcohol before he let out a long sigh. "I had enough, and I just ran away. I'm not going to do whatever shit they told me to after that bullshit. Fuck them, they all can rot in hell for all I care."

Brock gave him a look of pity. The soft side of him wanted to wrap the guy in front of him in a hug, giving him a comforting words. But then he remembered that this guy is also a murderer, a thief, basically a criminal. A monster from 'that gang'.

'Cruel' side of him wanted to say, "That's karma for you" but Brock is too nice to tell Vanoss that. Vanoss would definitely kill him if he said that anyway.

"What are you going to do now?" Brock asked, and another smirk plastered on the guy's face.

"Well, I see you’re already settled pretty nice here. This town is full of good people, huh? I got this free alcohol from that friendly guy right there to welcome me, and as a 'gift' because I looked 'like a zombie'." He pointed his now empty glass towards the blindfolded male behind the counter, who is giving a kiss to the bearded guy beside him.

Brock looked at the direction Vanoss pointed. That's Ryan, someone who had been living in this town since birth. He lives with his non-blood related siblings named Momo and Mike, along with his husband Luke. He's the owner of the only-bar in the town, and Ryan is one of the friendliest people Brock ever met. He's a good man, although some of his 'jokes' can be lame (even more lame than his puns!) it made him groans (like some of the townspeople when he told them a bad puns).

"So I’m thinking of staying in here for a while." Vanoss announced, and that made Brock look at him wide-eyed. His eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"No, you are not!"

"I am actually. Someone already offered me to stay in their place free of charge until i can 'get back on my feet'." Vanoss countered, enjoying the angry look on Brock's face. "The 'i became homeless on the street since forever because my parents didn't want me' story works everytime, Moo. You should try it."

Brock's left hand bailed into a fist. How dare he deceived the townspeople, 'exploiting' their kindness for his own need. He knew it, this guy is STILL a monster from that gang. He can't trust him, nobody should trust him. His presence here must be putting him and the town in danger because he's still a fugitive! Or, this might be a trap from ‘them’ to bring him back.

"They would come here if you stay. Leave now and never come back." Brock responded, voice shaking with anger. He’s never been this angry before in his life, this is a first. And the feeling kinda scares him a bit, but this is for the town's safety.

Vanoss still looked calm and composed, his annoying smirk still on his face. Brock had to hold an urge to punch the guy in the face. "Relax, I'm sure no one from the gang would know that i'm here. Besides, we're the same. You're luckier though. Successfuly escaped with their money, without being tracked down."

"We're not the 'same'. I left because i'm not one of you monsters. And no, I bet you're still on that gang's radar." Brock spat, eyes glaring at the man in front of him.

Vanoss chuckled. "Oh, Brock. What can you do then? Banish me? It's not like you're the leader of this town or anything."

"I can tell everybody the truth. They would believe me and forcing you to go." Brock retorted, but more chuckle can be heard from Vanoss, who still looked calm as if the older man in front of him isn't giving him a death glare.

"That's nice and all, but I can also do that too. Telling everyone how Moo used to murder children and other people." Vanoss replied with a shrugs, before he continued. "Or if that isn't enough, I can also tell the gang that I found their sneaky eagle if they found me."

That actually made the look and feeling of anger on Brock gone. His eyes stared at Vanoss in fear, and that made Vanoss smile smugly. "Oh, you can imagine how happy the gang would be and how sad the town’s gonna be when they know the town’s florist is actually a horrible person."

The younger guy gets up from the seat, looking satisfied when Brock's mouth agape, trying to say something back but can't because of the threat. He pats the older guy's shoulder before he go. "Well, then. I'm gonna go. See you around, Brock."

Brock glanced down in defeat. His mind jumbled in sheer panic because of what Vanoss just said. Not only that he will tell everyone in the town about his sinful past, but he will also tell the gang about his whereabouts. He can't let that happen, and he can't let Vanoss stay in the town either. Both options seems to led to the same outcome, of his past being discovered and the gang would take him away. A bad 'ending' that he never wanted.

He worked so hard for the happiness he finally got, a pleasant and joyful life he always dreamed of. He can't let Vanoss destroy it, he can't let that guy take his happiness away from him.

As he tries to think about the solution of his problem, he can hear whispers from deep inside of his mind.

"A flower mustn't ever be unsightly ."

"It must forever remain clean."

"A flower mustn't ever be unsightly ."

"It must forever remain clean."

"A flower mustn't ever be unsightly ."

"It must forever remain clean."

Brock nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. The flower has to be beautiful."

He digs his fingertips into his palms. He knows what to do.

It still blows his mind when he can tell the others that Brian, the love of his life, is now his 'fiancé'.

Not just a boyfriend, but FIANCÉ.

A few days has passed since he got engaged with Brian. After dating for years, they both realized that they're ready to take their relationship further to a more serious, intimate relationship.

It's a funny story, actually. After Brock asked his friends, like Ryan, Luke, and Marcel (the town's postman) for advice and everything, they all encouraged him to propose to Brian ONLY if he's certain and is ready for bringing their relationship to the next level. And Brock is ready. He loves Brian, so much. He is the only person he ever met who made him feel what 'Love' felt like. He loves every little thing about Brian. Just, the thought of spending the rest of his live together with the baker... it made him filled with joy, to the point of tearing up (a little bit) because he never thought he would be this happy in his life.

So on Saturday afternoon, both of them were having a little walk in the park like they always do. Brock had already bought this pretty ring which cost him a lot of money, but it's for Brian and he would do anything for him. He intended to propose him in the middle of garden of his favorite flowers that he grew months ago (with the help of Ava, the town's gardener), a garden full of red roses to symbolize his love towards the baker.

Brock quickly brought Brian to the garden but before Brock could say anything, Brian started talking about how grateful he is to meet Brock, and how the older guy accepted his confession. The baker then explained that he loves Brock so much, and it's coming from a guy who swears himself that he won't have a comitted relationship years ago, but then that decision changed because of Brock. All the sweet talk is making Brock flustered, his face as red as the red roses. The baker always know how to make the florist become a stuttering mess because of his appealing, romantic words.

What made his eyes widen and moved his hands to cover his mouth in surprise, however, was Brian who suddenly kneel in front of him, pulling a small black box from his pocket. And what inside that small box is... a beautiful ring. With a small smile the baker asked the big question he’s been meaning to say tonight, endearing tone yet shakiness apparent in his voice.  

"Will you... will you marry me, Brocky?"

The older man stared at both Brian and the ring. He can hear his own heart pounding hard in his chest as tears started to well up in his eyes, and for a moment he can see Brian started panicking. But then, Brock erupted into laughter and Brian's expression changed to confusion.

The florist then pulled a small white box from his pocket, giggled when he saw Brian's mouth agape in surprise. He explained to the baker about his plan, about how he's going to propose him tonight in the same place but of course Brian had to propose him first.

"Guess we both being impatience, huh?" Brock said in a playful tone, taking and inspecting the ring from Brian's hand before putting it on his finger. "I wonder how much you spend for this ring, it's beautiful."

"So, does that mean you accepted my proposal?" The baker stood up, grinning as he regained his composure back.

The florist rolled his eyes. "I don't know, Bri. Maybe i'll think about it first." he chuckled, before pulling out a ring from the small, white box he bought.

"I'm not buying this so i can keep it."

Brian only stared at him, holding back a laughter when Brock started to put the ring on his finger. "God. I really love you, Brocky."

The statement caught Brock off-guard for a bit. He let out a small laugh with reddish face, a sight that Brian always loves to see. Both are staring at each other for a moment, eyes sparkling with happiness before Brian pulled the other into an embrace.

Brock can feel the younger's warmth, can hear how his heart’s beating fast. He reached forward, giving him a kiss. A kiss that was gentle and chaste, a kiss that made time around them stopped as they enjoyed every moment of it, a kiss that felt right, a kiss which signaled their feelings and how much they love each other.

"I love you." the older man wrapped his hands around the other's back, head resting on his broad shoulder.

"Me too." Brian gave him a small kiss on the florist's temple, radiant smile plastered on his face. "I love you, Brocky."

News about their engagement spreading quick in the little town. And like the good people they are, the townspeople are congratulating both of them about their relationship. They're giving them their blessings and wishing everlasting happiness for both of them, and Brock's heart is pretty much 'moved' by their kindness and support, it's amazing how nice the townspeople are. He never met a bunch of people who are very supportive and happy for each other until he arrived in this town, and Brock is very grateful for that.

All goes well.

Nothing disturb his perfect happy life.

Even now, Brock can't stop staring and smiling at the ring on his finger. It looks really pretty, possibly more expensive than the ring he bought for Brian. The memory of that special night keep replaying in his mind, an euphoric and funny memory that will be forever burned in his mind in perfect detail.

However, he got pulled back to reality as he heard a bell rings from the door, signaling someone entering his shop. He quickly greet his customer with his bright smile. "Welcome!"

It's someone he’s never seen before. The guy looks decent, like a normal young guy. Although, Brock finds it a little... odd because the guy glanced left and right when he stepped into the shop, then looking at all the flowers and arrangement in his shop without saying anything. Brock feels like he's a cop finding evidence or something, and it kinda makes him feels a little uncomfortable.

So with a big question mark on top his head, the older guy asked. "Um... is there anything I can do to help?"

The guy jolted in surprise. Brock can see how the guy's eyes widen in shock for a second before his expression changes with a friendly smile on his face. "Oh, sorry. Just looking at the flowers here."

"Do you need help?" Brock asked, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling inside him. The guy is his customer, so he has to give him a satisfactory service!

"Oh, not really." The guy replied, before he started looking around the room again. Brock just shrugs, what an odd customer.

However, not until minutes has passed, the guy walked up to his counter.  "Unless... you know a flower which symbolizes deception? Or betrayal? Or something like that?"

Brock pondered for a second. He found the guy's request to be a little weird, because people are usually searching for flowers that symbolizes positive words or energy, because it's meant to be a gift for someone he cares about. But it seems like this guy wants to give his enemy a flower or something.

Well, he actually has a couple of flowers that have darker meaning to it. He brought it and put it on his shop out of pure curiosity, just in case someone might buy them. He never thought there's someone who really wanted it.

"Uh... I have snapdragons. Snapdragons' meaning are said to be deception." he pointed at the colorful snapdragons on a pot behind the guy. "I also have petunia, which means resentment. And um... yellow lily's meanings are also said to be lies."

The guy lets out a hum of acknowledgement. "You sure know a lot about flowers huh." he said with a small smile, and Brock feels a little proud.

"Well, of course! I'm a florist, after all."

"Now that flowers really screams 'you', huh."

The friendliness tone on his voice fall, changed into more cold, serious tone. For a moment, Brock felt a slight intimidation vibe coming from the guy in front of him. "Huh? What do you mean?"

The guy chuckled as if Brock just said something funny and confusion starts pilling up inside of him. "You said that yellow lily means lies, didn't you?"

Brock nodded at that, eyebrow raised questioningly and the guy's smiles grow wider. "That's what you did to this town, right? You lied to them about your past."

That remark made the older's man face flushed to surprise and fear. "I..."

"Yeah. I know who you really are. A criminal from that gang. A fucking psychopath, that's what you are."

How can this guy know about it? Brock's mind is filled with buzzing panic, trying to figure out who the hell is the guy standing in front of him. He doesn't remember anyone from the gang who looks like him, yet this guy knew about his sinful past. And judging from the way the guy look and talk to him, he doesn't seem to be a person who will ignore his past.

"Who... who are you?" As soon as that question left his mouth, the guy let out a mocking laugh. A laugh that made Brock shudder a little bit.

"Oh, pardon me. I'm Craig, an investigative journalist. A friend of someone you murdered years ago."

That statement struck him like a lightning. Suddenly, he remembered his past. He remembered when he was pointing a gun to a bunch of people, he remembered the horrible feeling he felt when he heard their plea of help, he remembered their despair-filled gaze, he remembered when he had to pull the trigger and saw their life drained from their body. It's something that he had to do, a job from 'them' that he had to obey. It makes him even more scared when he realized he doesn't really know exactly who his friend is, since he basically had murdered more people than he can remember.

He stares at him wide-eyed, unable to say anything. Again, someone from his past coming to get him. Someone who won't let him live a normal, peaceful life.

"I can't believe it. I've been waiting for years. Waiting to find one of you fuckers, someone who had murdered my friend." His left hand bailed into a fist, eyes staring right at the florist with burning gaze. "And I found him. Having a 'happy life' in a cute little town and deceiving everyone while I suffered."

"Wait, wait! I-I'm not what you think! I-I'm differ--" Brock tried to protest but his sentence is cut off by Craig's empty laugh.

"Different? How... how the fuck can you call yourself different when you fucking murdered people and lied to literally everyone in this town?!" he said, voice growing louder.

Brock could only stare at the floor, refusing to meet Craig's gaze. His eyes started to water. This is horrible, because deep down he knew he deserved it, Craig's resentment towards him made sense because he took someone's life, someone who is important to him. But at the same time, a small part of him still refuses the guilt in his heart because it's not his choice to kill them. He never had a choice, he had to obey everything they told him to do. And if it's his job to murder someone, then he had to do it.

"I-I'm sorry, i'm so sorry! B-But they told me to do it and i-i didn't had a choice!" Brock tried to explain, voice shaking from panic. Cold sweat began to pour as his heart pounded faster and faster.

"There's no excuse for what you did! You can just, ignore their command or whatever! Or you can just call the police! I-God, you can do anything other than killed my fucking friend!" Craig snapped, and Brock can feel himself flinched at his voice.

The journalist suddenly glanced down, and Brock can heard soft sob coming from him. It's the worst feeling that Brock ever feel. He can't say anything because he's afraid of the guy's response. All he can is listening to the guy's breakdown, while remorse keeps pilling up more and more inside him.

"Lucas... I-I told him that messing with you guys is not a good idea. I told him that he can be a target anytime by doing that, but he wouldn't listen. "I'm going to expose them because no one else would apparently." he said. He's really stubborn that guy." Craig said, hands wiping tears that started flowing down his cheek.

"A-And then, I was right. Found dead in an alleyway. Everyone said someone robbed him a-and killed him because all his stuffs are gone, but I know what truly happened. I know that you people," Craig pointed his finger to Brock's chest. "Fucking killed him, because you bitches are afraid of someone exposing you."

"I spent my whole life researching and trying to find out who murdered my friend. I knew your gang had a bunch of hitman or whatever, but there's only three of you being dispatched the day my friend died. You, someone named Vanoss, and Nanners." he continued, before taking in deep breath.

"But Nanners was sent to spy on some other gang. Vanoss was in different area than where my friend was murdered. So there's only you. You are the one that murdered my friend."

He admits it. Craig's deduction is pretty impressive. But the thought of this guy spending his whole life in anguish to avenge his friend, someone that he murdered, made him speechless. It made him nauseous, the anxiety kicking in.

"How could you? How could you do that? Can you imagine how destroyed his girlfriend was when she knew about her boyfriend death? How his mother wailed and went hysterical at her child's funeral? Can you imagine how I feel to lose someone important to me?!" Craig's cried out, and Brock genuinely feel so horrible.

"I... I-I'm so... I'm so sorry..." Brock muttered, eyes closed as he feel Craig's heated gaze towards him. He feels so uncomfortable right now, and he can't think about anything except sheer panic and remorse.

"You know, I can just fucking kill you right now." Craig snarled. His hand reached for something inside of a vest he wear, and that  'something' is a gun.

Brock wants to run. He wants to escape now before something worse happened. But the feeling of fright and panic rendered his body frozen in fear. Is he really going to die? Murdered by this guy as an act of revenge?

"But no." Craig hissed, voice still shaking with anger and distress. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "If I do it, I will be like you, a vile monster. I don't want that, nor Lucas."

Hearing that made Brock sighed in relief, his whole body became more relaxed. "T-Thank you, thank you so much."

"However," Craig continued, ignoring the older man. "I won't let you walk free from your sin. Instead of killing you, i will tell everyone in this town the truth about your past."

Brock doesn't know what worse, to be killed by Craig right now or having his deep secret, a past he tried so hard to hide, or to be revealed to all of the townspeople. Again, both choices are leading to a worse outcome, an 'ending' that would definitely crumbles all his happiness that he had 'built' for so long.

"N-No, no, no, please! Please don't do that!" he pleads, voice shaking with panic and desperation. He watches Craig turned his back and walked towards the door. He can't let him take his happiness away from him, not again.

But Craig wouldn't budge, ignoring Brock's plea. "This is your punishment for all your sins." he stops right before he turned the doorknob. "Go rot in hell."

And he left.

The older man stares at the door, tears running down his face. Is it the end? Is he going to be banished and hated after Craig tell all the townspeople the truth about him? 

Is he going to lose the peaceful, happy life he always dreamed of? The life he head built for so long?

"No..." he mumbles. Deep inside of his mind, he heard a whisper.

"A flower mustn't ever be unsightly ."

"It must forever remain clean."

"A flower mustn't ever be unsightly ."

"It must forever remain clean."

"A flower mustn't ever be unsightly ."

"It must forever remain clean."

Brock nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. The flower has to be beautiful."

He digs his fingertips into his palms. He wouldn't let that 'bad end' happen. He will create an 'ending' with his own hands, a happy end that he deserves.

He know what to do.

It's the combination of the sound of chirping birds outside, warm sunlight that creeping through the window, and a sweet smell coming from the kitchen downstairs that made Brock opened his eyes. He let out a quiet yawn as he streched his limbs, wincing slightly at the pain he felt on his hips.

He stared at the empty space beside him on the bed, Brian must be downstairs, already waking up before him to make breakfast. Eventually, a rumbling sound coming from his stomach made him get out from warm blanket covering him, even though he wanted to spend more time on the bed. It's Sunday anyway, the only day of the week where he doesn't need to spend his entire day behind the counter of his flower shop. But he's hungry, and he misses Brian's presence, so he needs to get up from the comfy bed. The motion causing soft creak to be heard from the bed.

He picked up a frame from the desk beside his bed. It's a photo of the most joyful memory he ever had, a picture that never stops him from having a warm, fuzzy feeling that made him smile. A picture of him and Brian on their wedding day, surrounded by their friends.

Yes, it's been a month and a half since their wedding and Brock is clearly enjoying the new married life he has. Everyday he would wake up with Brian's arms wrapped around him, pulling his body closer to him and sharing his body warmth that made Brock's heart beating faster, or from the smell of breakfast Brian made, like now. If they don't have any work load, they will spend their day cuddling in front of the TV watching their favorite movies or playing some games together. Everyday, Brian would shower him with kisses and soft touch, making Brock blushes profusely, an action that never failed to make him weak.

But the night is where their favorite at. If they're tired, then they would just cuddling in bed and talk about their day, some news in the gaming world, their work, anything until they're drifting into the dream world. If they're not tired though, Brock would be squirming and whimpering under Brian's touch. The baker is good in bed, always know how to turn the florist into a mess, or say something that’s clearly not 'innocent' or 'pure' which make Brian grin for having to see that side of Brock. Their 'night session' always feels like a fireworks for both of them, the time where they will be lost in lust and pleasure, while keep showering each other with love.

As he went downstairs, the sweet, delicious smell is getting stronger. He could feel his mouth water just from the smell alone, and he can't wait to eat whatever Brian make.

"Morning." Brock said before let out another yawn as he walked to the kitchen where his husband is.

Brian, who previously had his back turned and in the middle of cooking some pancakes, turned to the voice and giving him a wide smile. "Morning, babe."

The older man walked over and Brian give him a quick gentle peck on the lips, causing red tint appeared on the man's cheeks, which made Brian chuckled at the response. The younger guy just love making his husband blushed at everything he do to him.

"I'm not too hard on you last night, right?" Brian asked, teasing tone on his voice.

Brock remembered their last night 'activity', and the blush on his face reddened. He remembered that, an 'activity' that turned make Brock embarrassed to think. "N-No, I'm fine. I like it when you’re being rough anyway." That last sentence was spoken low like a whisper, slipping out from the older man's mouth subconciously.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, what are you cooking?" Brock tried to move the conversation along.

"Oh, nothing special. Just some strawberry pancakes." the younger man replied, truly unaware of the embarrassing word Brock slipped. "Can you help me prepare the table? It's almost done.”

Brock nodded and quickly did as requested. It took few minutes, but everything's finally done, just when Brock's stomach grumbled again. He can't wait to eat, he's just so hungry today.

Breakfast time was filled with joy and pleasant vibe like always. Brock complimented Brian's cooking skill, which made a sense of pride running through Brian's body. The younger man loves it when Brock complimented him. Brian had no work today either, so they would definitely spend more time together today. Maybe they will play some games together or just watch some movies together, or maybe doing 'things' that is 'usually done at night', just like everyday.

It makes Brock so happy that he finally got a peaceful life he always dreamed of. Living with his lovely husband, in a little town with kind and compassionate people, while working at a flower shop he owns... he even thought about adopting a child someday, when both of them are ready of course. For now, they are pretty content of not having a kid running around the house. His life right now is what matters for him the most.

Still, no one in the town ever know about his past of being a criminal.

You see, there's actually a forest near the town. A big, dark forest that only few people ever visit, for hunting an animal living in the forest like a deer or a bird.

It's a perfect place for hiding something.

But Brock doesn't care about that forest. No, he doesn't need to give the forest his attention, he just have to pretend the forest never even exist by not talking about it at all.

To be exact, he doesn't need to think about what’s buried deep inside of the said forest. No, he just have to ignore two dead leaves he concealed in said forest. Two ‘dead leaves’ that tried to reveal his past, dead leaves that tried to make the flower unsightly and dirty.

His life right now is what matter the most. A life that he had 'built' so hard.

And now, he finally gets his happy ending. An 'ending' he deserves after being tortured for so long. That's all that matters. That's the only thing that matters,

No one in the town ever know about his past of being a criminal.

A flower has to be beautiful.

[crystalliaxx97]

I triple dog dare you to watch brians uno video titled “the never ending uno dance party” and tell me this isn’t pure terrorknuckle/terrormoo. I DARE ya it’s so strong in this video

bRUH- THANKS FOR THIS I’M FUCKING ON IT NOW-

[hanzyolo]

eternallydrowninginfeels>>>terrorknuckles

[bananabuslove]

BBS Headcanon #17

Terroriser and Moo started dating early December. Terroriser has done his fair share of dating, but Moo isn't exactly a social butterfly- this is his first relationship. The two shared their first kiss under a mistletoe on Christmas. Terroriser thought that was pretty cool, but not as much as Moo. Moo is now in love with the holiday, and is always head over heels whenever he thinks about that moment.

[bananabus-squadgoals]

Ok I really DO NOT mean to be rude. But when did Terrornuckel become a ship? Did I miss a key element, because I want part of it!!!

No worries darling! I honestly don’t know how the ship started, but I am a proud fucking sailor on it. It’s been a ship for a while, just unfortunately doesn’t get as much love as it should. Which a few of us in this fandom are hoping to change. And if you plan on being a willing participant, then welcome to the trashcan babe! Here’s a few things to get you started!

1. Brian has called Brock “Moo Moo” and “Brocky” on multiple occasions.

2. Brock is constantly teasing Brian in videos they are in together.

3. Brian and Brock also recently have been complimenting each other on their gameplay in each in their videos.

4. Brock, in his latest Gmod Hide and Seek video kept repeating “Lil’ Can!” which is something that Brian started.

5. They are just so fucking cute. I mean do you need anything else?

Hope that helps!

❤️❤️❤️

[what-do-i-ship-harder]

WHY ISN'T THERE ENOUGH FANART AND FANFICS OF MY OTP

Me. Everyday

[bananabus-squadgoals]

Prompt: On his way home, Brock gets mugged and calls Brian, who is there in less than a minute to comfort him.

“Lemme see you shake ya tail feather…” Brain sang loudly as he danced around the kitchen, occasionally taking the time to stir the onions that were sauteeing on the stovetop. 

He was excited for Brock to get home. They had perfect plans to eat dinner and snuggle up on the couch to marathon the Batman movies until late into the night. Brock had been working late hours at his second job, training a new employee in preparation for his departure from the company in order to do YouTube full time. Brian had barely seen him the last week and a half except for when they were curled up in bed. But today was his last day, and a Friday, and they had the entire weekend to themselves.

Brian had just shut the flames off and removed the pan when his phone rang, Brock’s signature ringtone blaring sharply around their kitchen. 

“House of Love, how may I pleasure you today?” Brian answered playfully.

“Brian…” and the way Brock said his name had Brian scrambling for his keys. 

“Where are you? What happened?”

Brock’s voice cracked and he sounded miles away. “I’m at work still…I’m okay…”

Brian was already in the car. “No you are not. Baby, talk to me.” All he could hear was the heavy breathing of his boyfriend on the other line and the quiet buzzing of the fluorescent lighting of his office in the background. He sped towards the building, not giving one care in the world to any traffic laws. “I’m almost there, Brocky.” He was panicking, his mind immediately jumping to the worst conclusions. 

He tore into the parking lot and parked before jumping out of his car. It was nearly eight in the evening and Brian noted that the only other car there was Brock’s as he ran into the building and towards his office. 

What he saw when he got there nearly broke his heart. Brock was sitting in front of his desk, knees bent to his chest and arms crossed on top of them. His head was face down, resting on them and the phone was on the floor, speakerphone on. 

Brian dropped his phone and knelt down, trying not to cry when Brock flinched at the sound. “Hey, hey, it’s just me.” he said gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm. He rubbed circles with his thumb. “Baby, what happened?”

Brock didn’t lift his head. “I fought him off mostly, I don’t think he anticipated how big I was…got a few shots in though…”

“Fought who off?” Brian ran his hand down the side of his face, coaxing him to lift it. When he finally did, he gasped. Brock’s lip was split and his nose was caked in blood. His right eye was already purple and swollen shut.

“You should see the other guy.” Brock tried to joke, but Brian wasn’t having it. 

“Yes I fucking should because I’m going to beat the ever living shit out of him. where is he? Who did this to you?” He had rage in his heart and in his eyes. 

“I don’t know. I was leaving and he attacked me from behind. Got me in an armlock but I was able to break away and fight back. He got a few punches in and took my wallet and scrammed.” Brock’s hands started to shake and Brian immediately calmed down. He had never seen his boyfriend this shaken up before and it scared the ever-living shit out of him.

He grabbed them with both of his own and held them firmly. “Let’s get you to a hospital.”

Brock shook his head vehemently. “Just take me home.”

Brian helped him stand and walked with him out to the car, his head on a swivel, checking their surroundings at all times. 

When they got home, Brian ordered a pizza and put on Batman, his previous dinner plans laying forgotten on the cold stove. He pulled Brock between his legs and wrapped an arm around his chest, securing him in place. They fell asleep like that, safe and sound in each other’s arms.

[bananabus-squadgoals]

Studying

Brock looked down at his phone with a frown. Brian hadn’t texted him in a few hours, which was unusual. He knew that his boyfriend was studying for his psychology final he had the next day, but he was also worried that he wasn’t taking the time to take care of himself. Brock had hardly seen him in a week.

Granted, it was finals week, and both were pretty stressed preparing for the tests and graduation, but Brian had a tendency to overwork himself and forget to eat or sleep; something Brock had to frequently remind him to do. 

Now, as he stared at the unanswered text message, Brock was fairly certain he was going to have to march over to Brian’s dorm room, and drag him out to dinner by his hair. 

He waved goodbye to his roommate Evan, who had his own nose buried deep within a textbook, before grabbing his room key and his wallet and leaving the dorm. Brian lived across campus, so Brock set a determined pace to the other building.

He was there within ten minutes, and let himself into the building. Brian lived on the third floor, and when Brock knocked on the door, he heard a distracted and tired, “It’s open.”

Brock opened the door and saw Brian sitting on his bed, his legs crossed and a book open on his lap. His elbows were rested on his knees and his hands were in his hair, holding his head up. “You know, any kind of weirdo could just walk in here.”

“With any luck they’ll have a gun and will shoot me.” Brian responded, not looking up.

“Have you eaten today?” Brock asked, sitting down next to him.

“Please don’t start with me, Brocky.”

Brock bit his cheek, deciding on a different approach. “So, I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down.” A slight twitch at the corner of Brian’s mouth was the only reaction he got. He continued on. “Brian, have you ever tried to eat a clock? It’s very time consuming.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious. I’d tell you a joke about chemistry, but I’m afraid I’d get no reaction.” and finally, when Brian looked up, Brock pulled the funniest face he could muster. Brian burst out into laughter, his arms clutching his stomach.

“You...are the biggest dork.” he gasped out between breaths.

“Ah, but I got you to look up from your book.” Brock grinned. “Now, you’ve literally studied all you can, Bri. You have the highest grade in that class. You will graduate whether you fail the final or not. You need to eat and sleep. Both of which I know for a fact you have not been doing. Get dressed. I’m taking you to dinner.” He grabbed the book from Brian’s lap before he could protest.

“But Brocky...” Brian whined.

Brock shook his head. “Nope, pants on now. March.”

Brian pouted but dropped his feet to the floor. “Fine, bossypants. I kinda like when you get like this. Very sexy.”

“Maybe I’ll let you study me like you studied those textbooks. After you sleep of course.”

“Promises, promises.”

[bananabus-squadgoals]

Terrornuckel, saying I love you for the first time.

It was dark in the room, the only source of light coming from the full moon that was seeping through the cracks in the blinds on the windows. 

The cicadas were out in were out in full force in the warm Utah night. Brock actually found their clicking noises to be soothing, and a lot of times fell asleep to the rhythmic music.  

Tonight however, he wasn’t paying attention to the insects. His focus was more intent on the rise and fall of his lover’s chest as he slept, one arm wrapped securely around his shoulders. Brian had his head resting on Brock’s chest, his arm thrown haphazardly across his stomach. Brian didn’t make any sounds in his sleep, just his gentle inhale and exhale. It was Brock’s favorite new song.

He placed a kiss on his head, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent that was so uniquely Brian. 

He should be sleeping. It was nearly 3am and tomorrow was Brian’s last day in the states; his last day before jetting back to Ireland and their dates would consist of nothing more than a computer screen and 4500 miles between them. Brock was going to make their last day together better than anything Brian had ever experienced. 

And he was going to start by telling him exactly how he felt about the beautiful Irish man. 

Because of course he loved him. It was infinitely difficult not to. He was intelligent, hilarious, loyal; not to mention he was one of Brock’s best friends in the entire world. And he worshipped Brock. From the moment they began to date, he treated Brock like he was the only man in the world. Brian was a very romantic person and there would be days where Brock would come home and there would be a package waiting for him with all kinds of Brock’s favorite things.

He was so in love with this man that he felt like he could explode at any moment. He wanted to wait till Brian was awake, he really did…but he couldn’t.

“I love you.” He whispered into his hair. “I love you so much.”

Brock froze when Brian’s arm moved and his hand gripped his hip. “I love you too, Brocky.”

“You weren’t asleep?”

“I like listening to you think.” Brian kissed his bare chest. “Plus, i couldn’t. I don’t want to leave.”

Brock tightened his grip. “I don’t want you to leave either. But we will make it work. We always do.”

“You really love me?” Brian whispered after a moment.

“Of course I do.”

“Who am I kidding? Who else would put up with your horrible puns?” Brian laughed before settling back in.

Brock scoffed. “People live for my puns!”

“Whatever you say, Brocky. Now go to sleep.” 

Brock grinned widely. “I have a better idea.”

[bananabus-squadgoals]

Brock trying to ask Brian out but fucks up bc he is nervous and a shy baby so Brian helps him out.

Brian was awoken by the sharp ping of his Skype notification. The jingle went off insistently, and he contemplated just rolling over and ignoring it. But it was late, and his friends knew that. So it must have been important enough for someone to call him at…he checked his phone… “Oh for fucks sake!”

He threw his blanket off of his bare chest and padded over to his gaming set up, ready to give whoever was calling him at this ungodly hour a piece of his mind.

His anger faltered slightly when he saw that it was Brock, and he wondered again what was so important that the other man was calling so late. He sat down in his chair and accepted the call with a yawn, attempting to make his hair presentable while the call connected. 

When he saw Brock’s face, his heart legitimately skipped a beat. His gentle smile and light blush did wonders to Brian’s already head-over-heels crush on the man. “Moo Moo, to what do I owe this pleasure at 4:30 in the morning?”

“I’m really sorry about that, Bri. But I got a wave of confidence and there’s something I need to ask you…” Brock rubbed the back of his neck and Brian motioned for him to go on. “Well, you’re coming to the states next week right? And I was thinking…well, I mean…you’ll be in California but I can always fly out…shit…it’s just that I want to…if you do of course…”

Brian couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the increasing red on Brock’s face as he stuttered through what Brian assumed to be him asking him out. 

“Brocky, are you asking me out?” Brian decided to finally give him mercy.

Brock looked at him nervously. “Yes?”

“It’s about damn time.” Brian said, laughing. “I would love to go out with you. It’s a date.”     

[bananabus-squadgoals]

#Brockward in Dublin

I have no idea how good this is because it’s 2am and also I am on medication soooo I guess we’ll find out.

Here’s some adorable Terrorknuckle for my babies. And congrats again to meligammer for reaching 100 followers and for being one of the best people I know. ❤️ _______

It was the first day since Brock had landed in Ireland three days ago that it wasn’t raining.

Not that he and Brian had done much in those three days that involved leaving the bedroom, but that was another story.

He woke up with the sun streaming in through the window and he used his hand to shield his eyes. He nudged Brian, who was laying naked halfway under the blankets. He was on his stomach, face squashed into his pillow and bare leg hanging off the side of the bed.

“Brian!” Brock said excitedly. “The sun is out! We can actually do things today!”

Brian swatted his arm at the air. “We have been doing things, Brocky. Just let me sleep a little more.”

“Get up you lazy lug.” Brock said, pushing his stubborn boyfriend off of the bed. He hit the hardwood floor with a plop and a groan. “There is sunlight and I’m only here for three more days. I want you to take me around Dublin.” He leaned over the bed and looked down at the disgruntled Irish man with a puppy dog look that he knew would be impossible for Brian to resist.

Brian rolled his eyes. “How can a man your size be so goddamn cute?”

“My adorable personality?” Brock flourished his hand dramatically. “My winning smile? My unique laugh?”

Brian leaned up and kissed him. “All reasons why I love you. And now since I’ve been woken up so rudely…”

“Blame the sun.” Brock interjected quickly.

“Yes, it was the sun that pushed me with her beams off of the bed.” Brian stood and stretched his back. Brock couldn’t (nor did he want to) resist rubbing his hand down the toned stomach of his boyfriend’s. Brian swatted his hand away when he got too close to the prize. “Oh no. You want to go out, we are going out.”

Brock pouted. “Okay fine. But are we ruling out a shared shower?”

Brian held a finger up. “Hands to yourself, yeah?”

Brock rolled his eyes, knowing that Brian was full of shit. But he followed him into the bathroom anyway.

It was forty minutes later before either were decent enough to leave the house.

Brian held his hand as they walked into the city center of Dublin. He brought him to all of the tourist attractions like the Guinness Storeroom, the Spire of Dublin, and Pointe Village. They ended up in St. Stephen’s Green park which was huge and held so much history.

After walking around for a while with Brock looking excitedly in every direction, they stumbled upon a hammock by the lake that someone had strung up between two trees.

“How stable do you reckon that is?” Brian asked with a laugh.

“We won’t know if we don’t try.” Brock shrugged and pulled Brian towards it. Brock spread the fabric, seeing how large it actually was. “This should hold us both. Keep it steady and I’ll get on first.” Brian did as he was told and Brock was able to get on the contraption without incident.

He grinned and held out his arms. “Okay, Bri, nice and steady now. Just sit on the edge and swing your legs around.”

Brian looked at it skeptically. “Are you sure about this, Brocky?”

“What, you’re gonna chicken out on me now?” Brock teased. “You’re the adventurous one in this relationship! Let’s go!”

Brian approached Brock and turned to sit on the edge. Brock placed his hands snugly on his hips to steady him.

“That’s it. Just swing your legs around. I got you.” Brian followed the instructions and before he knew it, he was wrapped up in the arms of his love, safe and secure in their cocoon.

Brock kissed behind his ear. “See. I told you it would be fine.”

“Let’s just hope it doesn’t rain.” Brian mumbled into Brock’s chest. He felt sleepy and wanted to just nap after their long day. He was warm and comfortable.

Brock chuckled when he heard soft snores coming from the man in his arms. He was just content to let him be. He’d flown halfway across the world to see him and he didn’t really care what they did, as long as they were together the entire time.

He fucking loved Brian. Of all of his friends relationships, theirs was the one who made the least amount of sense. Everyone could see how crazy Evan and Del were for each other. Even Tyler and Mini’s friendship was about to turn into something more.

But he and Brian had never really had those moments that had people saying “Yeah I ship them.” It was something that just happened on its own. As Evan started talking more to Delirious and less to Brock, Brock had turned to Brian. They played more games together and talked nearly every night on Skype. And when they met for the first time at E3, Brock was pretty sure he was in love with the man.

It took a few well placed hints, but Brian got the message and the two were making out outside of Brian’s hotel room the next day. It was to the surprise and horror of Evan and Tyler as they were the ones to stumble upon the pair.

Brian had traveled to LA a lot since that convention, normally to work with the 3BD team on the Dead Realm game. Brock would fly to LA from Utah so they could spend time together while he was in the states. And Brock helped when he could on the game development.

But this was the first time he’s been to Ireland to visit. He wasn’t a fan of long distance relationships, but he was a fan of Brian’s and he knew that he loved the other man enough that they would somehow make it work.

He loved everything about Brian. His sense of humor, his impressions, the way he cared so deeply about his friends despite the constant teasing. He loved that Brian was the most caring and committed person he has ever met in his life. He even loved how stubborn he could get When his mind was set on something, it was hard pressed to get him to change it. Every quirk, every flaw, it was all the things that made Brian, Brian, and all the things that made Brock love him more than life itself.

He brushed his hand through Brian’s meticulously styled hair, knowing that when he woke up, he would be annoyed. Brock would just laugh at Brian’s cute pout and kiss him to apologize.

Brian didn’t stir though, and Brock decided that he could go for a nap as well. He shuffled his body, and attempted to pull Brian closer. In the attempt, he completely lost his balance. With a yell, the hammock tipped over and the couple was launched to the ground.

Somehow, Brian landed on top of Brock, who had landed on his back on the hard ground.

“What the fuck happened?” Brian asked, breathless.

“Uh, my bad?” Brock said, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Talk about Brockward.

Brian rested his head on Brock’s shoulder and snorted. “You klutzy man. That’s twice now I’ve ended up on the ground because of you.”

“At least you’re on top of me this time.” Brock said, laughing.

“There’s another way I’d like to be on top of you. And it’s not very appropriate to do so in a park.” Brian said, slow and seductive. “We could get arrested…tied up.”

Brock shot him a desperate look. “I think I’m done with my sightseeing today.”

“The hell you are.” Brian said enticingly, nibbling on his ear. “There are a few more sights that we need to revisit. After all, we only have three more days. We’ve got to get them all in.”

[what-do-i-ship-harder]

THERE IS BASICALLY NO MOOXTERRORISER I AM SO UPSET