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(Un)Wanted: Part 2

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A child that sees demons in every dark corner is not a child that is wanted.

A child that cries and freezes and mumbles of terrible things is not a child that is wanted.

A child that jumps and startles and hisses is not a child that is wanted.

Unwanted things are purged from the Earth.

So Virgil runs.

In other words: Virgil is an outcast, ostracized and shunned for how he was born, forced to flee an angry mob only to stumble right into a fae garden.

Pairings: LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Warnings: Implied/Referenced torture, child abuse, and self-harm, nothing super explicit. Sympathetic Deceit and Remus. Panic attacks, anxiety attacks.

Word Count: 10,227

Mortals have always been fascinating creatures for Patton.

They have so many…quaint little ideas about what they can do about things and such interesting ways of thinking about it. Some of them believe that they float in this strange grey area, using that to defend choices that harm or hurt other people. Some of them believe they were sent here with a purpose and they must fulfill it. Some of them don’t think at all.

It’s fascinating, but then…when your life is confined to a mere century, Patton supposes everything must seem so…heavy.

A shriek interrupts his thinking and he barely has time to step aside before a blast of magic swirls past him.

“Watch where you’re pointing that thing!” He puts his hands on his hips. “Now, who threw that?”

He rolls his eyes fondly when the prince and the duke point at each other.

“Kiddos, not that I don’t appreciate your enthusiasm,” he says, creating a quick shield between them and the portal so anymore, um, ‘misfires’ don’t accidentally get through, “but do you even know what you’re doing?”

“You ask as if they ever know what they’re doing,” L mutters.

“Oh, please,” the prince huffs, “I am always in complete control.”

“Falsehood.”

“That’s right,” the duke grins, “sometimes it’s my turn.”

“We are not making the mortal live at the bottom of the lake!” The prince smacks his forehead with his hand. “The furniture would be absolutely positively destroyed!”

“And mortals cannot breathe underwater.”

“That too!”

“Ugh, you guys are so boring,” the duke huffs, “that’s the point! Then no one else would be able to get him! Plus,” he adds with a grin, “we could have so much more fun.”

“I find it highly unlikely that the mortal’s definition of ‘fun’ and your definition have significant overlap,” L says.

“Well, then we’ll just have to change that.” The duke claps. “The bottom of the lake it is!”

“It is not!”

“Is too!”

Patton and L quickly step back as the twins start squabbling again. L shakes his head disparagingly as the prince summons a sword. “We aren’t going to let them do this, are we?”

“No,” Patton agrees, “but they’ve got a point.”

“Well, the prince does make an effort to sharpen his blade on a regular schedule.” When Patton opens his mouth to clarify, L continues. “But I do not believe we have a grasp of how to create a residence for a mortal either.”

“I know.” Patton absentmindedly rubs his wrists, still feeling the aftershocks of the visions pushed into their bond.

It hurt. It had burned in a way that nothing ever had for a long time. And for a fae, that can be a very long time indeed.

Dropping his work to clutch at his chest, hunched over from the weight of what he’d felt had been agony on its own, and he’d dashed out to find the others, needing to know what hurts, what happened, please, tell me so I can fix it, only to find none of them, fearing the worst. Having to walk into the garden to see the others already huddled around a mortal—a mortal, the duke wrapped around them with everything but the tentacles. Having to be the one to say no, his own heart tearing to pieces with every word he utters, the feeling of the mortal trembling in his hold, the tension and fear brimming off of their skin, almost burning Patton’s hands. Feeling the horrible sick rush of terror when the other animals bumbled into the forest.

Hearing just what they thought of V.

After that, well…Patton hadn’t cared much about the rules anymore.

And honestly, considering who it was that pushed the visions in the first place, Patton’s not sure he ever stood much of a chance.

But one of the things about breaking the rules is that, well, there are no rules. There are no guidelines now, no strict set of things to follow. And when it comes to mortals, that can be almost as dangerous.

“Look out!”

“Wait, shit—“

“Pat!”

Patton blinks and suddenly the others are tackling him out of the way of another errant magic blast. As his brain desperately tries to connect the path from standing to being on the floor, L scowls.

“You two need to stop,” he says sternly, “we only have a few minutes before V comes through and if he sees this, it’s likely he will not wish to remain.”

“Sorry,” the prince murmurs, helping everyone up, “and sorry to you too, Duke.”

“Eh,” the duke says, brushing himself off, “we’ve done worse.”

“Yes,” L mumbles, “yes, you have.”

“L,” Patton says once everyone’s righted themselves, “did you manage to get a good grasp of the place?”

L nods. “It seems to be the small village in the northwest corner of the forest. The population is around two hundred. It is…unlikely that the land holds any significant powers.”

“Hmph,” the prince grumbles, lifting his hand obediently, “such a lack of creativity.”

In front of them, a village forms. Several houses line a small street, each with a slightly different size and shape. Behind them are ramshackle sheds, worn fences, and in the middle, a slightly larger building. Patton isn’t sure what the mortals use this one for, but it is considerably…shinier than the others.

“I suppose it is quite…” L struggles for the right word. “…plain.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” the duke sniffs, “where are you supposed to do anything?”

“Now, kiddos,” Patton says, “this isn’t about what we want, it’s about what V wants.”

“And you think he wants something blander than a piece of dead wood?”

“Hey!” The duke smacks the prince upside the head. “Dead wood is great, thank you very much.”

“I said blander than a piece of dead wood, you bumbling buffoon.”

“It’s what he’s used to,” Patton says quickly before they can dissolve into another squabble, “it’s better to go slow, right?”

“We have already seen that V can be overwhelmed very easily,” L agrees, “it might be best to…start blander.”

“Fine.”

And not a moment too soon, it seems, because the portal begins to glow. Patton turns around to see V step through, followed closely by J.

“Glad you made it, kiddo,” Patton smiles, “we’ve been waiting for you!”

His eyes widen and his chest clenches when V’s body seizes with terror and he freezes, still halfway out of the portal. J nudges him gently and V whimpers, wrapping his arms tightly around himself and baring his teeth in a snarl.

“Hey, hey, kiddo,” Patton murmurs quickly, starting towards him, only to freeze when V shrinks back, “okay, okay, I’m stopping. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna get any closer.”

He crouches down, keeping his hands raised, feeling the others adopt similar positions of surrender. V’s gaze is still fixed on the houses, his body seemingly torn between wanting to turn and flee and never wanting to move again. Patton’s heart clenches when V’s breaths start to get faster and faster, the air whining in protest as it whips in and out of his lungs.

“V,” J murmurs, “V, listen to me.”

V’s head barely jerks.

“Come on, little one, just listen to me, you can close your eyes if you have to.”

Patton watches, a strange cocktail of relief and envy as J bends closer, whispering into V’s ear too low for the rest of them to possibly hear, one of his hands hovering just over V’s opposite shoulder. V’s eyes squeeze shut and slowly, slowly, he relaxes, his chin dropping to his chest. J continues to murmur soft words until finally V draws in a deep, slow breath and his arms finally loosen their death grip.

J looks at V with such a look of concern that it makes Patton wince in sympathy, only soothed when V gives him a tight nod. J straightens, still hovering protectively around V, and turns his attention to the others, the soft look of worry quickly morphing into stone.

“Explain.”

“We attempted to recreate the village,” L says, “in order to…not overwhelm V so quickly.”

J glances down at V then back up. “Yes, and I can see that worked out stunningly.”

“I don’t understand.” L looks back and forth between the village and the still-shaken V. “If…if the environment is familiar, it should elicit feelings of comfort.”

“Oh, no,” Patton murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment, “I messed up.”

“Don’t worry,” the prince says quickly, “it’s okay, we’ll—we’ll figure it out.”

“I think I understand.” Patton opens his eyes and looks up at V. “You thought this was a trick, didn’t you? That we’d pretended to take you in and then…brought you back.”

The very idea coils hot and heavy in his gut, settling there like a horrible sickly weight. It only draws itself deeper when V nods, his mouth drawn tight.

“What?” The prince’s cry shakes Patton’s core. “Why would—“

Patton holds up a hand, cutting him off, even though he can feel the anguish of the others burning through the bond. Even J isn’t immune; the hand on V’s shoulder flexes in the glove and he steps a little closer.

“And even if we didn’t,” Patton says brokenly, “even if we didn’t you—these…the only feelings you have about this place aren’t good ones.”

V lowers his head in shame, his fingers flexing in the fabric of his tunic. The urge to run and wrap him up in a tight embrace makes Patton’s limbs tremble.

“Get rid of it.”

“What?”

“Get rid of it,” Patton murmurs firmly to the prince, “bring us back to the field.”

“N-no!”

Patton’s eyes widen in surprise, and judging by J’s confused head tilt, he’s not the only one. Yet there V is, staring at him with a fierce look of determination, fire burning in his gaze despite the way he’s still curled around himself.

“…’no,’ kiddo?”

Patton knows he’s made another mistake the instant V’s eyes widen again. “W-wait, I didn’t mean—you don’t—that was a s-suggestion, not a—I didn’t mean to—I don’t want—“

V’s hands shoot to his hair, tangling in the strands and pulling.

“I didn’t mean to tell you what to do,” he manages finally, “please don’t be angry.”

Oh, kiddo…

“V,” Patton calls softly, “kiddo, we’re not angry.”

He smiles kindly when V peeks out at him from a little gap in his fingers. “Y-you’re not?”

“No, V, we’re not angry.” Patton places one hand flat against his chest. “You have my word.”

It seems to do the trick, though not nearly as well as he would��ve liked. V’s hands slowly inch away from his face, twisting themselves back into his tunic. Patton smiles encouragingly.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he assures, “I’m just a little curious why you didn’t want the village gone. If it’s…if it’s bothering you, then…”

Patton shrugs. “Wouldn’t it be better?”

“But you already…made it,” V mumbles, “so…”

The prince huffs. “Please. It took barely a moment. I do hope you don’t think so lowly of my skills, sweetheart.”

The corner of V’s mouth tugs up and oh, it’s the best thing Patton’s seen all day!

“It’s no trouble,” the prince assures, “plus…I must confess I am not a fan. I mean honestly, the utter lack of craftsmanship, it’s truly astonishing.”

“The point of this,” L says, making V look at him, “was to create somewhere you would feel more comfortable. This place—“ he gestures around— “was not exactly designed for mortals.”

“But we shouldn’t have tried to anticipate what you want,” Patton adds, “and so there’s nothing wrong with getting rid of the village.”

“Y-you mean this one…right?”

“Well,” the duke mutters darkly. Patton can’t find it in his heart to scold him more than half-heartedly.

“P-please don’t,” V stammers, “I…”

“We won’t,” Patton assures, far more concerned about making V feel comfortable than any sort of retribution—however rightly deserved—for the denizens of the village.

“Even if the duke does have a point, little mouse.”

Patton glances exasperatedly at J, only to be met with an expression of innocent bewilderment. He raises an eyebrow. J simply shrugs. Patton’s gaze gets caught by V, still shifting a little and sending quick glances at the village.

More pressing matters.

“V,” he murmurs, smiling again when V’s gaze jumps to his, “is it alright if I come a little closer?”

J’s brow quirks as V stiffens.

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

V doesn't move, still wrapping his arms tightly around himself.

“I’m sorry I scared you, that we scared you with this,” he continues, looking behind him to see agreeing nods from the others. He looks back to see V’s gaze losing a little of its frenzied edge. He smiles and gives a little wave. “Hey there.”

V doesn’t wave back or smile, but he doesn’t flinch either. Patton takes that as a good sign.

“You’re allowed to say no, V,” he assures, “that’s okay too.”

Nothing. Patton’s gaze flicks to J and J nods.

“What about this,” Patton says softly, “why don’t I move real slow, just a little, just so you can see how it feels, and then we go from there?”

V nods.

“I’m stepping a little closer, okay?” V lets him move a step closer. He crouches down again, keeping his hands in sight, still a good few feet away. “How are you doing, kiddo?”

Patton laughs when V’s able to convey his annoyance with the question with a subtle change of expression. “Okay, so, bad question. Can I…” He hesitates. “Can come a little closer? Is that okay?”

V nods carefully. “Y-you can—“ He cuts himself off.

“Say it,” Patton coaxes, “go on, V, you can say it.”

“You can…come all the way over,” V mumbles, “i-if you want.”

Patton fights down the urge to jump up and race over, instead confining himself to a small smile.

“Okay. I’m going to stand up and walk over to you. I’ll go slow so I won’t scare you. Okay?” V nods. “Okay. I’m going to stand up now.”

He keeps his hands raised and slowly stands up, keeping himself slightly hunched over to make himself seem like less of a threat. To his dismay, but not his surprise, it isn’t very effective. Even hunched over, Patton still looms quite large, his shadow blocking the light from the forest. When he notices V flinching, he stops, letting him get used to the fact that he’s standing now.

“Easy, easy, it’s okay.” He keeps up the constant litany of reassurances until he reaches V, carefully positioning himself so that V can look at him, just him, and not the village. It seems to do the trick, interrupting whatever feedback loop kept darting V’s gaze around the buildings, instead directing it at the various patched on Patton’s cloak.

“You’re doing great, kiddo,” Patton murmurs, “thank you for letting me come over.”

V shuffles again, sniffing and dropping his head. A moment later his shoulders shake and Patton can’t help the wounded noise that escapes his throat. J isn’t much better off, sliding neatly behind V to prevent anything from getting through the portal, even though they both know nothing will touch this one ever again.

“Sweetheart,” Patton says softly, “oh, sweetie, are…is this still too much?”

“S-sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetie, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“And please,” L calls, “do not be ashamed of crying. It is the mortal way of handling anything overwhelming, you need not feel embarrassed about dealing with it in a healthy way.”

“Told you,” J murmurs.

“Can I touch you, sweetie,” Patton asks softly, “can I touch you?”

V nods shakily and Patton reaches out, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Here you are. Shh, you’re okay.” He moves his hand from her shoulder to his cheeks, wiping away a tear as it rolls down. “I’m here, it’s okay.”

V hiccups a sob, barely stifled. Each one settles like a dead weight in his chest as V’s chin drives deeper and deeper into his chest.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” Patton says, gently cupping V’s chin in his hand and raising it, only to be dismayed to see his eyes glazed over and each breath sending him hurtling towards another panic attack. He takes his hands and places them on either side of V’s face, turning his head so he makes eye contact with him. “Hey, hey. Look at me, kiddo. Breathe.”

The forest is quiet.

“Shh, that’s it, just breathe for me.” He slides his hands down from V’s face to his neck, giving him a little less restriction.

“Good job,” he murmurs, smiling at V as he begins to go limp. “Come here.”

He coaxes V into his arms, letting his head fall against his collar as he shifts back to support his weight. He’s so…there. Not just in his body, a physical weight, but there’s such a layer of feeling that surrounds him that it presses down on Patton like another weight. He relaxes into Patton’s grip as he guides V to rest comfortably against him. He rubs V’s arms when he shivers, frowning at how cold he is. Steadying V with his hands and glancing up at J, he balances V against him before pulling away enough to shrug off his cloak, hushing him when V lets out a tiny whine. “Shh, kiddo, I’m not going anywhere. He’ll keep you upright.”

He wriggles out of his cloak and drapes it carefully over V’s shoulders, smiling as it draws a sigh out of him and he shrinks under it. Wrapping his arms back around V, Patton lays his chin on top of V’s head and concentrates, trying to feel around for the sources of the fear and pull them away. V tucks his head against Patton’s collarbone. A damp patch grows on Patton’s shirt as he rocks V gently back and forth, shushing his cries.

“Shh, don’t worry kiddo, we’re here for you,” he murmurs, “it’s okay.”

He closes his eyes. Concentrates.

There.

“What are these,” he whispers, mostly to himself but to V as well, “these awful little things that are buzzing around you?”

They really are awful. They’re these fuzzy little black things that hurt if you stare at them too long, always vibrating, strobing at horrible frequencies that create a sort of whine in the back of your ears. On their own, they really aren’t so bad, at least when he can catch one of them by itself, but V…

V has thousands.

Thousands of horrible black whiny clouds buzzing around his head, around his whole body, swallowing him in a storm. Patton’s seen them before, not nearly to this quantity mind you, but he has seen them, flitting about behind mortals. Wretched little beasties.

“Are these…fears?” He freezes one in place, watching as it squirms in place. “Worries?”

Concentrate.

The cloud whines and dissolves. V’s breath catches.

“There’s no need for these,” Patton murmurs, catching another one and dissolving it, “you have no use for them.”

One by one he catches them, and one by one he makes them stop hurting V. They don’t want to go; they cling to each other, to V, to him in protest, yowling about whatever they want V to be so desperately afraid of, and it never makes Patton bat an eye. They’re hurting V, that’s all that matters. And Patton doesn’t like seeing V hurt.

With each one he vanishes, V grows lighter and lighter in his arms, his sobs trailing off until his breath evens, only hitching ever so slightly. When he’s finished, V pulls away, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“W-what did you do?”

Patton smiles, gently giving V a squeeze. “Just cleaned you up a bit, kiddo.”

“H-how?”

“I can sense emotions and feelings,” Patton explains, “it’s kinda my job.”

“…you’re the Heart.”

“I am, good job.” He bumps his forehead lightly against V’s. “That means I can sense things that you feel and…help you along.”

V chews on his lip. “…but I’m still scared.”

“Oh, kiddo, I can’t fix that sort of thing. Well, I can, but that’s…invasive,” Patton says, “and I’d run the risk of hurting you more. No, no, I didn’t do anything like that. I’m not trying to take your feelings away. I just…”

He brushes a thumb tenderly across V’s cheek.

“…dusted you off a little.”

The fluffy little bubble of relief that drifts along the path his thumb leaves is enough to make his whole chest glow.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah,” V mumbles, “um…thank you.”

Patton kisses his forehead. “Of course, kiddo. Now…can we talk about what just happened?”

V tenses.

“You can say no,” J reminds.

“…no, please?”

Patton nods. “Okay. Can I then ask you something?”

V nods, shifting a little in Patton’s grip. Patton opens his arms a little, enough for V to know if he wants to pull away he can, if he doesn’t, he needn’t. V takes a step back, wrapping his arms around himself.

“We wanted to make the village for you so that you would have somewhere you wanted to stay,” he says softly, “and it’s okay that we got it wrong. Could you tell us what you do want?”

“I’d be happy to make it,” the prince calls from over his shoulder—right, he’d somehow forgotten the others were still here— “just say the word.”

“Me too!”

“You guys,” V mumbles, “are the weirdest fucking fae I’ve ever heard of.”

Patton giggles. “Thanks, kiddo. That’s an honor.”

“…is it?”

Patton softens, waiting for V to look at him to smile kindly. “It isn’t bad to be different or weird, sweetie.”

“…oh.”

“So,” the prince calls cheerfully, “what will it be? Castle? Tower? Cavernous ballrooms?”

“Prince,” L chides lightly.

“Take your time,” Patton soothes when V’s eyes blink vacantly, “you take all the time you need kiddo, to tell us what you want.”

And oh, the unsure look on V’s face breaks his heart all over again. He looks so lost, like he’s been confronted with something he can’t hope to understand.

“It’s alright if you don’t know,” he says softly, “it’s a lot to ask. But if it would be easier, you can tell us what you don’t want.”

“…I don’t want to go back,” V mumbles, “please don’t make me go back.”

“We won’t,” Patton promises, “we won’t.”

Sure enough, by the time he’s stepped aside and turned around, the village is gone.

The prince waves his hand again, dimming the natural light of the forest to something more tolerable for mortal eyes. Patton smiles. He does prefer their forest to any manufactured illusions, the prince or the duke make, if simply because it feels so alive.

V seems to relax a little bit too; when Patton looks back, V’s shoulders aren’t pressed up against his ears anymore, his gaze tracing the little sparks of light that flit between the flowering trees. One of them flickers closer, darting past his face quickly, only for him to tentatively try and reach for it.

“…what is this?”

“It’s the forest, V,” Patton says softly, “this is where we live.”

“How is it so…” V seems to struggle for the word he wants. “…alive?”

“Magic,” the prince says with a wink. “No, really. That’s…that’s it.”

“But it’s so…so…” V mutters in frustration. “I hate words.”

“You’re not the only one, little mouse,” J murmurs, his hand still lingering on V’s shoulder, “words can be…difficult. You don’t have to use them if you don’t want to.”

“That being said,” Patton says quickly, “you don’t have to be afraid to say things, kiddo. We won’t get mad.”

V nods hesitantly. “Wait, so you all live here?”

“Yep.”

“H-how does that work? Do you, like…have separate…trees?”

The duke immediately perks up. “I told you guys we should make treehouses!”

“You have a treehouse,” L sighs, “that doesn’t mean the rest of us want one.”

“Why not? It’s so much easier to defend!”

“Only when we can’t fly.”

“You guys can fly?” Patton hears V mumble to J. “What is going on?”

“The others are getting excited again,” he hears J murmur back, “but I’m sure if you’d like to just ask Pat, we’d be happy to tell you.”

Patton gives L a look that says ‘try not to let them destroy everything, please,’ and turns back to V, gently asking if he’d repeat his question.

“We have different…rooms,” he decides on eventually, “even though they’re not as simple as your mortal conception of them. It’s more like…like…”

Patton huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “Wow, words really are hard.”

“Here here,” V mumbles.

“Let me try,” J says softly, “it’s as if you have a picture, yes? And the picture is drawn over several sheets of paper. You can only view the complete picture by stacking all of them on top of each other, but you can take each piece of paper separately.”

Patton blinks at him. V does too. J rolls his eyes. “Perhaps L would be able to explain it better. And quickly,” he says, glancing over Patton’s shoulder, it looks like they’re about to start fighting again.”

“Guys!” Patton chooses to ignore the duke tucking a rather large weapon behind his back. “How do we explain how our rooms work?”

L adjusts his glasses and holds out his hand. “V? Will you come here, please?”

V hesitates.

“I won’t hurt you,” L assures, “I won’t even touch you if you don’t want. I simply think this will be the best way to explain it.”

“You’re not—you won’t—you won’t just take me there, will you?”

L smiles at V’s nervous question. “You have my word I won’t.”

V crosses the forest slowly, stopping just in front of L’s outstretched hand. Slowly, L raises his hand to face his palm toward V. “Can you hold your hand up to mine, please?”

“W-what’re you going to do to me?”

“Not a thing,” L says softly, “I’m going to explain how the rooms work by cycling through different layers of reality by aligning our hands.”

Patton watches V slowly raise his hand to match L’s, smiling at how he presses his palm to L’s firmly.

“Now,” L says, “just hold it still for me?” V nods. “Good. Reality as you understand it is one layer. It is one of the multiple worlds that exist in the same space. In this forest, we can move between them.”

“How?”

“Each one of us—“ L gestures to the other fae— “are linked with one of the layers. By drawing on that power, we can move between them.”

L turns his hand slightly, his index finger pressing up against V’s middle finger. “This would be a different layer.”

He turns it again, replacing his index finger with his thumb. “And this, another.”

“S-so,” V murmurs, squinting at their hands, “which one is this?”

“It’s not quite as…linear as this example,” L says, “there isn’t a set ‘right’ layer, nor must you travel through the other layers to get to the one you want.”

“But then—“

“Go on,” L encourages when V cuts himself off, “then…?”

V swallows, his voice so low Patton has to strain to hear it. “Then how do I know which one’s the right one?”

J tenses beside Patton at the uncertainty in V’s voice.

“There isn’t a universal ‘right’ one, V, and there won’t be,” L says, quickly shushing V when he seems to react poorly to such a revelation, “but you don’t have to think of it that way.”

Judging by the defiant hunch of V’s shoulders, he isn’t pleased by this answer. L seems to realize that and takes a tiny step closer.

“V? Can you do something else for me?”

V nods.

“Interlace your fingers with mine.”

V raises his head, confused, but does as L asks.

“This,” L murmurs, indicating their hands, “is the layer we’re currently in. Your layer. The mortal layer. This is the one that will be most comfortable for you. You can go to the other layers, but it won’t always be as comfortable. That doesn’t mean you can’t go,” he assures quickly, “but if it helps, this one is the ‘right’ one, so to speak.”

V stares at their clasped hands, giving L’s hand an experimental squeeze. L squeezes back.

“C-can I see your rooms?”

“Of course,” L says, “but perhaps not today, hm? This has already been a lot for you, hasn’t it?”

V nods nervously. “S-sorry.”

“Don’t fret,” L soothes, giving V’s hand one last squeeze, “we’re not angry. It’s perfectly understandable.”

“Absolutely.” Patton glances around. Hmm…what’s the best way to do this? “Are you hungry, V?”

Another nervous nod.

“What kind of food do you like?”

“Maybe not that question,” J murmurs when V seems to stutter again.

L gently gets V’s attention. “When was the last time you ate?” When V can’t answer, he continues. “Your system won’t take well to eating large quantities of food right now, in that case. It would be better if you ate something small, easy on yourself, and then work up to larger meals, does that sound alright?”

“Why don’t we do this, then,” Patton suggests when V nods, “J, you and the duke and I will start on the food. L, Prince, why don’t you help V make his room?”

L gently takes V’s hand again, leading him toward the prince. The prince gives them a nod before speaking softly to V. Patton sinks into his room, only to lean on the nearest surface and sigh heavily.

“Why are we not killing them?”

“By all means,” J huffs, “do knock over absolutely everything, Duke.”

“They starved him, they tortured him, they made him afraid of everything,” the duke growls, “they made him dependent on the sense of right and wrong.”

“Yes, and right now you’re currently about to be dependent on your ability to not knock over everything.”

“Pat agrees with me,” the duke defends, “don’t you Pat?”

Patton busies himself with making a simple bread. Easy, like L said, nothing that will cause V’s system to freak out. He keeps his mouth closed because he knows if he opens it, he won’t be able to stop himself going feral either.

“Of course I agree,” he says quietly after the bread’s almost done, “but I want to take care of V more than I want to raze that village to the ground.”

“But—!”

“Patton’s right,” J interrupts, “V wants everything to stop. If we go out and do that, it could make him even worse.”

“Or it could make him better!”

“We can’t afford to take that risk,” Patton says, kneading the bread with perhaps slightly more force than necessary, “especially not with a mortal.”

The duke grumbles. “I don’t like this.”

“I know.” Patton dusts his hands off. “Neither do we.”

“If it’s any consolation,” J says, smirking, “I think it’s the first time V’s had anyone be so outraged at the thought of him hurt.”

“Well,” the duke huffs, “good. I’m not stopping.”

“I have no intention of asking you to.”

“Good.”

Patton chuckles, rolling his eyes fondly. “Enough, you two.”

“You need help?” The duke grins. “Get it? Knead?”

“No, I dough-n’t,” Patton replies as J groans, “I’m all good here, kiddo. Thanks for asking though.”

J eyes the small loaf of bread and the few fruits next to it. “Is that really all we’re going to give him?”

“I’m going to make sure the food is available, but…” Patton sighs. “L’s right. You know he is. Too much and…”

J fiddles with his gloves. “I don’t like this.”

“Join the fucking club,” the duke huffs, draping himself over J’s shoulders. “We gotta wait here until Princey and L’re done with him, right?”

Patton nods.

“Great. Help me think of more ways to fuck up the assholes who did this to V.”

“Duke!”

Luckily for everyone, not a few moments later, a door appears to Patton’s left along with three quick knocks.

“Come in?”

The door opens, revealing L and the prince, leading V into Patton’s ‘room.’ V looks around, spotting the duke still draped over J.

“Oh, they do that all the time,” the prince says, “you’ll get used to it.”

“You say as if you don’t do it as well, bro,” the duke sings.

“Did you get everything set up, V?” Patton asks quietly, ignoring the others.

V nods. “Thank you.”

Patton tilts his head. “For what?”

“F-for…” V stammers, his eyes widening. L quickly gets his attention.

“You’re welcome,” he says softly, “we’re happy to help.” He gives Patton a look that says he’ll explain later.

Patton pushes it aside, reaching for the food and setting it carefully in front of V. To his surprise, V doesn’t reach out for it right away, instead eyeing it warily.

“Wrap it up, Pat,” the prince says, clapping Patton on the shoulder, “so V can take it with him.”

“Wait, what?” Patton stares at him in confusion. “Where’re we going?”

“You expect us to welcome this little darling into our forest and not give him the grand tour?” The prince holds an offended hand to his chest. “How dare you.”

Patton’s about to open his mouth to argue that V should be resting, that’s the whole point of this, but something in the prince’s gaze tells him to leave it. So Patton carefully packs the food into a small bag, before handing it to V. And he can’t deny it sends a rush of warmth through him when V’s shoulders slump and he holds the bag securely.

“So,” the prince says, sweeping across back to V’s side, “shall we begin? Duke, Pat, if you please.”

L gives him a nod, quickly joining J and starting a hushed conversation. Patton simply shrugs and follows the duke and the prince out the door. He quickly realizes it’s not the only one; there are five doors in the forest near a small house. It’s very basic, nothing more than four walls and a roof with a simple door. That must be the place they made for V. Glancing at his own door as it closes behind him, he notes that each one is a different color. Pale blue for his own, a rich gold for J’s, bright red for the prince, deep green for the duke, dark blue for L. V seems more at ease now that he’s back in the forest. Pat smiles. Good, it’s good to see V already getting used to being here.

J was right, the garden really did want him.

He also realizes the prince has been very clever about their little party as they make their way around the forest, from the clearing, to the lake, back to the garden. The prince and the duke provide wonderfully distracting arguments and Patton is well-prepared to ask all the dumb questions so V has all the information he needs. Plus, it’s nice for him to stay close to V while the prince and the duke dash around in an effort to be so overly ridiculous there’s low amounts of pressure to take them seriously.

At one point, they actually get V to laugh.

They’re at the lake; it’s one of Patton’s favorite places in the forest. The prince has control of the area around the lake and the surface of the lake, the duke has free rein below. Sometimes, Patton will sit on one of the big lily pads and just let one of the duke’s creatures push him around. The surface of the lake is like a giant mirror, almost glass-like, with a few delicate ripples on its veneer. The prince, of course, has a small violet bird perched on his shoulder, a fawn nuzzling his hand. The duke, by contrast, doesn’t hesitate before diving into the lake, sending sparkling showers of water droplets every which way before re-emerging, grinning, held aloft by something Patton couldn’t hope to describe.

There isn’t a doubt that V’s adorable little awestruck expression is the best thing Patton’s seen in a while. The way his fingers loosen their death grip on his bag of food, reaching out almost involuntarily to let the fawn sniff his hand, trying to hide to subtle hitch in his breath when a little pink tongue darts out and licks his fingers.

“She likes you,” the prince says quietly, smiling at the fawn as it tries to get closer to V.

“Is that why she licked me?”

“I think so.”

A second later, there’s a massive arc of water as something huge heaves its way onto the shore.

“Duke!” The prince snaps away the water as quickly as he can. “Keep your slimy pets where they belong!”

“Don’t be mean,” the duke says, patting the head of the massive tentacled beast with its head flopped onto the shore, “he’s just saying hi!”

Patton looks at V, who…isn’t afraid of the massive head now lying beside him. Instead, he looks almost…curious?

As the prince and the duke continue to bicker, V slowly reaches out his hand toward the creature. The creature inclines its head, letting V stroke along the strange bumps. Then it huffs loudly, spraying all of them with a viscous green goo.

“Ah!” The prince cries out in horror as he’s splattered. “Duke!”

The duke is too busy laughing to answer. Patton sighs, taking off his glasses to snap away the gunk. He puts them back on his face to chide the duke when he sees V.

V’s laughing.

It’s a quiet laugh, more of a slight hum than anything else, but V’s smiling and it sounds warm and rumbly and amazing and Patton can’t help muffling his happy noise at seeing V laugh. The prince seems to have the same reaction, stopping midway through his tirade and smiling softly at V.

The duke promptly falls off the back of the creature in shock. Then his head pops back above water and he grins.

“That means he likes you!”

“I like him too,” V mumbles, still smiling as he examines the gunk on his hands, “…not so much this.”

“Everyone’s got their opinions,” the duke shrugs, getting out of the water and shaking himself off like a dog, much to V’s amusement and the prince’s dismay, “but we should probably get you cleaned up, hmm?”

“I-if—“ V’s gaze darts around to Patton— “is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, V,” Patton smiles, “why don’t we go back to your room?”

The prince leads them back, stopping once they’re in front of V’s four walls. He taps V’s less gooey shoulder gently. “Do you remember what L and I said about your room?”

V nods hesitantly.

“Would you like any help?”

V glances around at them and Patton smiles encouragingly.

“N-no.”

The prince smiles and gives his shoulder a gentle pat. “Okay. That’s perfectly okay. If you change your mind, which is also okay, just knock on whoever’s door you want, okay? We’ll know it’s you and we’ll come.”

“…thank you.”

“Of course, V.” The prince deliberately turns around, snagging the duke by his shoulder and taking Patton’s hand. Patton gives V one last wave over his shoulder before the prince pulls him back through his door.

L and J look up when they enter, standing from their seats. J’s hands are still worrying themselves a little and L adjusts his tie.

“What did you tell him?” The prince’s tone makes Patton’s ‘paying attention’ glasses snap on real quick.

“Not everything,” L says, “I was waiting for you.”

“Can someone tell me what’s going on, please?” The duke nods enthusiastically.

The prince and L exchange a glance before the prince gestures to L. L motions for them to take a seat.

“I’m sure it will not come as a surprise to you that the…mortals who were unkind to V controlled his access to food and water very rigorously,” L begins, “nor will it shock you to learn that V is not used to any modicum of privacy.”

It doesn’t, that doesn’t mean it’s any easier to hear.

“We—“ L gestures between himself and the prince— “did our best to assure him that his room is his own space; none of us will enter it without permission and he reserves the right to send us out at any point he wishes.”

The prince nods sharply. “And that he’s always allowed to say ‘no’ to things if we ask him.”

J raises an eyebrow. “Please tell me you gave him access to food.”

“Of course we did!” L nods in agreement. “He’s got a small garden and a tiny cupboard that connects to the pantry.”

“So I can refill it from here?”

“Or he can refill it himself.”

Patton nods in approval.

“That’s also what happens to his clothes,” L says, motioning to the other part of Patton’s space, “they’ll get deposited here when he wants them cleaned. We gave him some other clothes too.”

“I’m sure you explained all this to him too, right?”

L and the prince exchange a soft smile. “He asked for some of it,” L says, still smiling, “or at least brought up his concerns.”

Patton claps happily. “Oh, good for him!”

“Yes,” the prince murmurs, quickly sobering them with his low tone, “especially considering…”

“Right.” L takes a deep breath. “Surely you know this will not be as easy as simply giving him these things and expecting everything to work out.”

Patton tilts his head to the side. “It…it won’t?”

“No,” J says smoothly, “it won’t. It will take time. Mortals can be…remarkably hard to alter once they’ve been so used to something.”

A horrible sick feeling settles in Patton’s stomach again. He knows mortals are fragile, he knows that V has been hurt very, very badly, but the thought of it staying that way? When he doesn’t need to?

“He doesn’t know that yet,” J says patiently when Patton expresses as much, “and it’s going to take time for him to realize that. You said it yourself, we can’t just go in and fix everything. We need to let V do that himself.”

“At the very least,” L adds, “we’ve been trying to give him the tools to start.”

A soft thump makes them turn. Patton spots a small heap of dirty cloth on a nearby surface. He walks over and picks it up, fingering the worn stitches and the holes in the fabric.

The duke peers over his shoulder. “It’s V’s clothes.”

“He must be having a wash,” the prince says, “good. You absolutely drenched him.”

“That wasn’t me! It was Oliver!”

“What did you give him to wash with,” Patton interrupts. The prince shrugs.

“Modified version of the basins we use. Plenty of water, hot and cold, soap, things to clean with. Towels. Drains by itself too, right into the garden.”

“We gave him a proper room,” L assures, “a proper bed, a proper space.”

“You should’ve seen him,” the prince mumbles, “I never thought I’d see someone get so worried about being told they were allowed their own space. Especially a mortal, all the ones I’ve known have been so obsessed with taking.”

“You remember why, though.” As L speaks, the prince’s face darkens. Patton glances worriedly between them.

��What?”

L sighs. “It appears that…the mortals somehow convinced V that they were doing him…favors.”

Patton barely has time to blink before the duke is feral again. He reaches out and wraps his arms around the writhing mass of tentacles, joined quickly by the prince and J, muttering softly to the duke until the tentacles retreat.

L adjusts his glasses. “Quite.”

“That’s why he freaked out when Pat asked what he was thanking him for,” the duke growls, “the sick fucks probably made him be specific too.”

“Our priority,” L interrupts before the duke can convince the rest of them to go feral too—honestly, Patton’s already halfway there— “is to help V feel safe.”

Patton nods, only partly listening as L keeps talking, turning the tunic over in his hands. It’s worn, very worn, and so thin that Patton can feel his fingers grind together when he rubs the fabric between them. Is this all V had? For how long? It looks so old…

Wait. Is that…

Patton lifts the tunic a little, rubbing at a dark stain. His eyes widen. J catches sight of it.

“That better be blood.”

At the mention of the word ‘blood,’ L stops. Slowly, he walks over, holding out his hand. Wordlessly, Patton hands it over. L takes it in his hands and if Patton looks very, very closely, his hands tremble.

L takes a deep breath and hands the tunic back to Patton.

“We cannot push,” he repeats with practiced calm, “we must make V feel safe first. And that means we must trust him.”

Patton doesn’t like it. None of them do. But they know L is right.

“And…with any luck,” L adds, “a good sleep and a regular meal should start helping him some more.”

It should.

It doesn’t.

For a while, almost nothing changes. V still holds his food in a bag when Patton gives it to him. His eyes still dart around wildly whenever he goes on a walk with the prince or the duke. He still prefers to hide away in his room, coming out when they request, denying them access with a tinge of fear.

His clothes still come back with stains.

Patton would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. This isn’t how mortals should be, they should be sleeping, they should be eating. But V seems to doggedly stay the same, still as tired and fearful as the day he stumbled into the garden. When Patton confronts L about it, L says that if he didn’t know any better, he’d say V wasn’t sleeping.

Patton doesn’t want to push, doesn’t want to shatter this tenuous bond, not now, not ever. But he’s worried.

There’s always a faint buzz in Patton’s chest that tells him where V is. He tries not to pay attention to it, give the kiddo his privacy, make sure he feels like he can come to Patton when he wants to, not when Patton wants him to. He takes care to watch how he talks around V, moves around V, is as gentle as he can be. The faint buzz seems to settle a little better whenever V’s around him.

Then one day it spikes. Horribly.

Patton doubles over, pressing a hand hard to his own chest as the whine sharpens, pushes, threatens to snatch his breath away. Instantly, he looks for it, trying to find it, comfort it, come on, kiddo, tell me what’s wrong—

Where’s V?

Patton rushes out of his door, only to see V’s door wide open. With trembling footsteps, he slowly approaches, his heart in his throat, one hand still pressed firmly to his chest.

“V?” He calls softly, over and over, not wanting to intrude, but getting no response. “V, kiddo?”

He hesitates at the threshold. This is V’s space. They promised. He closes his eyes. Concentrates.

The pain isn’t coming from here.

He opens his eyes and focuses. There.

It’s one of those horrid little black clouds, buzzing away from a path leading deeper into the forest. Patton follows the noise until he’s wading through the clouds, pushing them out of the way, swatting the ones he can, until he sees V.

His heart aches as he takes in the absolute swarm threatening to choke the poor thing, curled up as he is at the base of a big tree. Patton gets a little closer, then crouches down and carefully, oh so carefully, pushes.

“V?”

V’s head jerks up, his eyes as wide as a startled fawn’s, his head jerking around until his gaze lands on Patton. Patton holds up his hands, smiling softly.

“Hey, kiddo,” Patton murmurs, still pushing at the swarm, “it’s okay. You just look at me, okay? That’s all you gotta do, just look at me.”

V looks. The swarm rushes in, trying to get between Patton and V but Patton focuses, the few clouds that come in between them disappearing into quick plumes of smoke. With each one that vanishes, the others seem wary, leaving V free to stare at Patton.

“Good,” Patton murmurs, “you’re doing really good, kiddo. Can you take a deep breath for me? In…and out…in…and out…good job, kiddo, just like that.”

The whine in Patton’s chest starts to die down, the rest of him aching to reach out and take V in his arms. The poor thing looks so scared…

“P-Pat?”

“Yeah, V,” Patton says instantly, “I’m right here, you want me closer?”

V reaches out a trembling hand and Patton doesn’t hesitate.

V clings to his cloak like a lifeline, still curled up in a ball, just his one hand sticking out. Patton lets V tug him close, huddling around him at the base of the tree, softly murmuring to him.

“Shh, shh, kiddo,” he says, trying to center his shield to keep the worst of the swarm out, “you’re doing so good, you just keep breathing for me, okay?”

It takes a long time. Much longer than Patton would like. But eventually, when the last of the whining has faded to a confused buzz, V’s hand relaxes, the fabric still all bunched up from the force of his grip.

“S-sorry,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to apologize, kiddo,” Patton soothes immediately, “you did the right thing.”

V looks up at him, eyes wide and rimmed red. “…I did?”

Patton smiles. “You did. You did so well, you breathed, you asked for what you wanted. You did so well, kiddo.”

And oh does it hurt to see how much just that one little piece of praise means to V, and how little he must’ve received.

Patton knows he’s not supposed to push. But then V reaches for him again with trembling hands and he can’t help himself.

“Come here, sweetie,” he murmurs, pulling V into a gentle hug, “there you go…you just breathe for me, okay? You don’t have to talk, you don’t have to worry, you don’t even have to think if you don’t want to. You just breathe…”

As he rocks V gently back and forth, he runs his hand down V’s head, across his shoulders, down to his back. V hisses and tenses when Patton’s hand touches something.

“…V?”

“Don’t be mad,” V stammers instantly, pulling away, “d-don’t be mad.”

Patton raises his hands. “I’m not mad, kiddo, I promise. I’m not mad and I’m not going to hurt you.”

The whine sharpens again as V tugs the tunic tightly around himself. Patton watches, concern written plainly across his features. He waits. Waits. Waits. Until…

“…I need help,” V whispers, his head almost buried in his arms, “please.”

“Of course,” Patton coos instantly, “of course, V, I’ll help you, what do you need?”

“C-can we go to m-my room?”

“Yes, sweetheart, we can go to your room. Do you feel up to walking?”

V clutches himself tighter. “…in a minute.”

“Take your time, kiddo, I’m not going anywhere.”

In a moment, V lets his head fall back against the tree and takes a deep breath. In another, he pushes himself to his feet. A few more and they’re standing outside V’s door.

“You can change your mind, kiddo,” Patton says gently when V hesitates, “I won’t be mad.”

For a moment, he thinks V’s going to say no, Patton can leave, please, then he clenches his jaw and reaches out to take Patton’s hand. He grips it firmly and lets V pull him into the house.

“…can you shut the door?”

Patton does as bid, having a quick glance around, making a note to commend the prince and L for their job. It’s a very simple house, but it’s cozy. He refocuses on V, who has his back to him, clutching the sides of his tunic.

V’s shoulders shake. “…it hurts, Pat.”

“Where,” Patton murmurs, “where does it hurt?”

“My…my back.”

“Your back, kiddo? Can I come look?” V nods, bowing his head. “Thank you, V.”

Patton walks over slowly, making his footsteps loud and obvious, so that he won’t surprise V. “Can I touch you, kiddo?”

“…please don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t, sweetie,” Patton murmurs, “I promise. Can I lift up the back of your tunic?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Thank you.” Taking the material gently in hand, Patton starts to lift it up slowly.

“W-wait!”

Patton freezes. V’s breaths grow ragged, clutching himself tighter.

“I can leave if you—“

“No!”

V breathes. Breathes. Patton’s heart stays in his throat, holding still, trying to project as much safety as he can. It takes a few more heart-wrenching seconds before V shudders.

“O-okay. You can lift it up now.”

“Thank you,” Patton murmurs, starting to move again. He manages to tuck the end of the tunic around V’s collar, exposing his back.

And the scars.

Patton knew some whipped other mortals, knew that cruel mortals used their horsewhips liberally, but never had he seen the end result. Certainly not like this. Gruesome comets streak across V’s back of red and silvered white. The skin wheezes and stretches as he breathes. Some looked old. Some still wept, crying sluggish and lumpy tears of blood.

“S-sorry,” he hears V mumble, “I’m sorry.”

“V,” Patton says quietly, “V, I need you to listen to me for a moment.”

V nods.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Patton says firmly, “not for this. Never for this. This is not your fault, it will never be your fault. And I will never be angry at you for it.”

V’s back shudders with the weight of Patton’s words. Then his hands slowly drop to his sides. Patton lets out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding.

“I can’t reach them,” V mumbles, “I…I need help.”

“Thank you for letting me help,” Patton says, lifting his hand and letting it glow, “these won’t take a moment to heal, you won’t be able to—“

“No, don’t!” Patton pauses as V cries out. “Don’t heal them, please, not completely, I need—I need to have them.”

Patton’s blood runs cold. “Why do you need to have them, V?”

“I—I—“

Patton glances around, spotting a stool. “Here,” he murmurs, summoning it quickly, “sit down, honey, you’re shaking.”

V sits, hunching over, bearing his back for all to see, the scars wincing horribly as he does so. Patton stays close, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder, just so V knows he’s there, that nothing will startle him.

“You don’t have to explain in detail if you don’t want,” Patton assures, “but…I would like to know why you don’t want them healed all the way.”

V mumbles something. Patton squeezes his shoulder.

“I can’t quite hear you, is it okay if I come a little closer?” At V’s nod, Patton crouches next to his head. “Thank you. Can you say it again for me?”

“If…if I don’t have them,” V whispers, “it’s like—it’s like it didn’t happen. It’s like I’m—I’m crazy, I’m wrong, I don’t—I can’t—“

Oh. Patton swallows. “You need them to remember,” he says softly, “to remind yourself that you survived.”

V nods.

“Oh, sweetie, thank you for telling me. I won’t make them go away, I promise. Would you like to at least make them stop hurting you?”

V nods again. “I…I can’t sleep. They hurt.”

Patton, who had stood up and begun lightly running his hand to close the wounds, frowns. “What about sleeping on your stomach or your side?”

V shakes his head quickly. “Can’t. It’s bad. I can’t—can’t do anything then.”

Right. Being on his stomach would put him in such a vulnerable position…and if he doesn’t want to…

“V,” Patton says, gently stroking an unmarred patch of skin with his thumb as he works, “do you not feel safe enough to sleep here?”

V’s back tenses under his hand and Patton rubs a soothing circle into it.

“It’s okay if you don’t, kiddo,” he says softly, “I’m not angry, I’m just curious.”

“…sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetie, you haven’t done anything wrong. This is still new to you, you’re still coming to terms with the fact that you’re safe now, you’re somewhere else, away from them.”

“B-but…” V shudders again. “Y-you’ve been so nice and you haven’t hurt me at all but I can’t help feeling like—like—“

“…it’s only a matter of time?”

“…yeah.”

Patton hums, thinking as he finishes. He takes a damp towel and softly asks V if he can clean him off a little. As he rubs the soft towel in soothing motions, he says, “I can’t make all your fears go away, kiddo, nor can I tell you you shouldn’t be afraid. It’s okay that you’re afraid, really. We’ll be here to help you.”

“Y-you will?”

Patton gives him one last pat before he gently lowers the tunic and lays the towel aside. He walks around to the front and crouches, tucking a hand under V’s chin and gently encouraging him to make eye contact.

“Yes, V,” he promises, “we’ll be here.”

V’s gaze, so horribly unsure and scared, has just the smallest bit of hope in it, and that’s enough for Patton. He smiles, only grinning wider when V hesitantly smiles back.

“You also don’t have to sleep here,” Patton says, “you can sleep anywhere you like.”

An adorable wrinkle forms between V’s brows. “Really?”

“Yeah, kiddo.” Patton gestures around. “We made this so you could have your own space, but it’s okay if you don’t feel like sleeping here. It’s okay if you never want to sleep here.”

He reaches up and gently rubs at V’s chest, right over his heart.

“You sleep wherever you feel safest, okay, kiddo?”

“Okay.”

Patton smiles. “Good. Good job, kiddo, you did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

He stands, guiding V’s chin up too until he can lean down and lightly kiss his forehead. “Do you want anything else?”

“N-no,” V mumbles, “I’m good. Thank you.”

“Always.”

Patton leaves V’s room, carefully shutting the door behind him, before opening the door to his own and going inside. As he goes, he finds the latest bloody tunic and washes it personally.

Slowly, he dips the fabric into the water, scrubbing persistently at the stain. No more. No more. Never again. Never again.

No one will touch V again. Nothing will ever make those wounds on his back bleed. Not on his watch.

“Pat?”

“In here,” Patton calls, hanging up the tunic and going to meet the others. L stands in the corner, J by his side. The prince swings around quickly when he enters, pulling up the duke by his shoulder. “Thank you for coming so quick.”

“Of course,” L says instantly, “it was important.”

Patton tells them what he’s learned, leaving out any parts that V confessed to him personally. He won’t tell V’s story for him, just tells the others about things he learns to take care of him. As to be expected, they’re not happy about it.

“What else can we do,” the prince cries, “to make him feel safe? Are we not—are we not doing enough?”

“We’re doing all that we can,” L says, even as he nervously adjusts his tie, “but…it will take time. The fact that V feels comfortable enough to tell us this already speaks volumes. We must…simply continue being patient.”

“But if he’s not sleeping,” the duke argues, then—

“L is right,” Patton says, even as the duke grumbles, “we just have to…be patient.”

J reaches out, taking one of their hands in one of his. He squeezes, draws them closer. They wrap their arms around each other, buzzing gently. Patton knocks his head lightly against the duke’s and rests his head on J’s shoulder.

They knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He’s not sure they realized just how hard it would be. But they’ll figure it out. They will. For V.

As it turns out, maybe they’ve made more progress than they thought.

The prince sends out a call the next morning, saying V’s not in his room. The duke tears off around the forest, J heads for the garden. L makes for the lake, Patton stays behind in case he comes back. But just as he’s grabbing a sack of food to give to V just in case they find him, he hears something soft in the pile of clean, dry clothes. He frowns, walking over, only to see—

Patton’s breath catches in his throat and he smiles so wide his cheeks ache.

V is curled up in the warm pile, clinging to one of J’s cloaks and one of Patton’s shirts draped around his shoulders. For the first time since Patton’s seen him, his face is slack, free of any stress or tension. He looks young, peaceful.

It’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

Yeah, he thinks as he lets the others know he’s found V, everything’s okay, we’ll figure it out.

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (3/?)

A/n: this is a long chapter. Hope you guys like it. In this chapter I referenced @hoodoo12 fic Inked

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Chapter 3: Do You?

"Are you having a good time?" he wondered as you were picking at your meal, and drawing faces in it.

"It's been pleasant enough." you admitted; shifting in your seat to sit up properly. "You've certainly made it easy on me."

You appreciated how the time passed so easily with the chemist's want and eagerness for conversation. He was well-spoken, and nothing lacked but whether it was you or your wandering mind, you had the feeling of wanting to go home; to relax on Rick's couch and watch a silly movie, but the night would go on. Intrigued by your earlier statement, V'gha studied you for a moment, not so unlike the way Zeta-7 would. Flexing his thick fingers, and smirking as though he had found the secrets of the universe and not intending on sharing it, he rested his chin on his now clasped hands."Would you care to elaborate?"

"Sure. I believe it's because, despite our differences, you're not so bad. I was worried that you were going to be overly serious, but it's been fun chatting with you."

"Well," he started, "I hope you won't be offended by me saying this, but I thought you were going to be more Neanderthal."

"You know," you giggled. "I get that a lot."

It never occurred to you to expect anything to really happen right now, but through half-lidded eyes, there were flecks of melancholy along with another emotion you couldn't quite detect. It passed quickly as light amusement colored his voice. "Is self-deprecating humor common among your kind? It doesn't matter. You nonetheless contain an intellect that I can only describe as affable. Are all humans this way?"

"I don't know, I can't speak for my kind, but I can speak for myself. I think in my case," You considered with seriousness, trying to refrain from sharing too many details. "it's what happens when you live as I do; close to a mad genius who enjoys his work as much as his garden. No really," you paused, playing around with your cloth napkin. "it's nothing special. I wish I could give you a highly detailed explanation, but I don't consider myself much of an intellectual. I do learn something new everyday. I think that counts for something."

Nodding in agreement, he made an attempt to consume his meal of fried klema paste, but could only manage a small bite as he too gave up on trying to believe it was halfway edible. "If I would've been in my lab, I could've shown you a recipe for a formula that attracts insectoids large enough to feed a family for a month. Even the bitter, old, beetletoids would taste better than what we've been served tonight."

You had a feeling that the meals were chosen by a machine that couldn't determine what would be better; pleasing the taste buds or feeding the vitamin deficiencies; it seemed to be the latter.

"I'm sad to tell you that I don't eat insects or insectoids. Though," you smiled. "I appreciate the sentiment. Where I'm from, you either love them or despise them. There isn't much of an in-between. For my part, I admire them. Like, there's these cute little guy's called roly-polys. They kind of look like little pills and they hang out in dead leaves and stuff. Oh, and don't even get me started on iridescent insects. They're just so beautiful, like living jewels. Too bad I don't have an eloquent explanation to give you."

"Do you mean to say that insectoids or insects as you refer to them, are minuscule creatures where you're from? How fascinating. And stranger still," he gestured at your outfit. "I was just thinking that you appear somewhat iridescent yourself."

He must've been referring to the sequins on your dress which were mildly reflective and multichromatic. "That was the point," you joked readily. "to look as though I could fly away at any moment. At least that's the story I'm sticking with, but don't tell anyone I left my private jet at home."

"Well, it does suit you. Has anyone told you that?"

If he meant either your dress, attitude, or both, then Rick had but you weren't going to tell him that. "No, but thank you."

"Really," he insisted. "I mean it. I…..I can't help but feel as though I know you." Leaning slightly forward, though not so much that it would violate the law, and squinting, he wondered. "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

The multiverse thing was another classified subject on the infinite list of what you weren't allowed to talk about. For all you knew, he might've met another version of yourself or met you in passing in your travels with Rick. "No, we haven't. Maybe I remind you of someone."

Realization struck him, and he dug around in his pockets and pulled out a blank white card. Laying it out on the table, he pressed the corner of it, and it produced a hologram; it was a Salamandrian with vibrant coloring and stripes that made you wonder if they glowed in the dark. "That's why I've been perplexed. You remind me of her; an old colleague of mine."

"She's beautiful."

"Yes, I thought so too. We used to work in the same lab together and were close to a breakthrough which could've assisted with premature aging which my species are prone to, but it wasn't meant to be. We ran out of funding and while working on another project, she collapsed. Before I knew it, she succumbed to rapid aging. Cha'thxa was amiable like yourself and loved to joke around. I believe that's why we were good friends."

"It's always the good ones. I'm sorry."

Replacing the card back into his pocket, he sobered. "It's alright. That was half a lifetime ago, but it's odd how events can trigger these recollections. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For these interactions of ours. It made me feel youthful."

What? Now that couldn't be right. If it hadn't been such an odd thing for him to say, you wouldn't have given a second thought to how he had spoken and carried himself. Really, you thought he was younger than yourself. "How old are you exactly? You don't look mature."

Taking a long sip of his beverage, he admitted with amusement. "Let's just say that the equivalent in human years is roughly 64.322 years old."

"What? No way. I wouldn't have ever guessed, but it shows what I know."

Though you weren't an expert on reptiles either, so how could you have known?

"Would it have really mattered? The only difference it would have made was perhaps in the way you would've treated me. I don't enjoy being treated as though I'm feeble-minded and will collapse at any moment."

"I promise, I wouldn't have."

"If only it were that simple. I've done the same, except I did the opposite and discriminated against someone far younger than I was and believed them foolish, but now that I've seen more of the world, and have familiarized myself with the universe through my travels and mostly through my studies, I realize how wrong I was. These days, I intend to live out the rest of my life to the fullest and to not be ashamed of it. And keeping in mind with that," he paused, ruminating on what he was about to ask. He continued. "I hope this isn't presumptuous of me to ask, but I'd love to invite you to my home planet." And with that winning, sharp-toothed smile, he explained. "Warm bodies are now allowed to visit and I would love to show you my dwelling. I believe you'd enjoy the view of the river. You seem to be the type that would never tire of good company."

It was a shame that he was such a fascinating creature, for you two might've been able to be good friends in a different life. "I do enjoy good company and most likely I would love the river, but under my current circumstances, I'm sorry to say it probably wouldn't be a good idea."

Calmly, he wondered. "Is it because of that human we saw a few hours ago is your mate?"

"Yes," you answered without hesitation. "I would consider him so."

"Forgive me then, for I didn't know, but I should have come to that conclusion." he remarked sheepishly. "You reek of him and your hormones changed every time I asked you about him."

"Look," you sighed, feeling a little embarrassed at the series of events which led up to this. "it's alright. I think it's the guidelines of this event that prevent us from being in each other's presence, but even if it's a crime, I wish he was here. I'm sorry if I acted out of place otherwise."

Giving you a wink, V'gha rose and gently took your hand; not only was it against the law, but against his character. You were going to pull away, but he said in Rick's voice. "Terminate simulation."

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You removed the headset you had forgotten you were wearing. "Oh no, did I mess up again? Would I have died of food poisoning? Dysentery? I swear this is harder than the Oregon Trail."

"N-no, you did alright." he said at first, thoughtfully tapping at charts across his multiple screens set up. "Every time you were presented with a-a challenge, you followed the protocols and procedures just as you were instructed, but it's when you depart the ship which has my calculations going all over th-the place. Gosh, I now realize that it - it doesn't matter which of the guests are assigned as your companion. There is a 33.682% chance that they'd take a romantic interest in you, while there's only a 7% chance of you taking interest in them."

"Ricky, what in the world are you talking about?" You were sure that all of it was simply meant to be a learning experience and that none of it was real. However, considering it was meant to be a realistic simulation, the possibility of romance was there, despite how minimal the chances were. "I thought the reason we were going through the simulation was so that I wouldn't jeopardize the mission. Am I to understand that you don't want me to go because you discovered there's a small chance that a guest or two might fall for me?"

He scratched the back of his neck, wary to meet your questioning gaze. "Gee, I wouldn't have phrased it th-that way. I just....I-I don't like it."

"Oh my goodness," you couldn't help but exclaim. "Rick, are you jealous?"

It was always surprising when he was for it happened so rarely, and when it did you were more flattered then concerned. You continued. "I thought these scenarios always end the same way. You know I only want to be with you, even at the risk of my life. Why these aliens would take an interest in me, I'll never know, but it's cool that the people I'm assigned to are fascinating characters. Doesn't it prove that I'm ready for this mission? I kept the sharing of valuable information to a minimum, and I got along with mostly everyone."

"Gee, I don't know. Y-you're almost ready. However," he pointed at his computer screen. "there are anomalies in some of the earlier models which are concerning. In scenario 3, 7, and 15, the chances of my extermination were 18.475% because I-I allowed myself to get distracted from the mission. In scenarios 17, 19, and 25, there's such a minuscule change that we can forget them altogether. Yet, in the last five scenarios, especially this last simulation, it jumped to 42% and I ended it before things w-would've gone sour. Golly, studying the patterns between them all taught me that you're attractive t-t-to multiple species."

"What can I say, must be my animal magnetism." you teased as you wiggled your eyes brows.

Thoroughly worried, he sighed. "It appears so."

"Come on Ricky," you softened. "I'm only kidding. Listen, why don't you disguise yourself as V'gha, while one of your robot clones handles the mission? Out of all of them, V'gha was one of the nicest. We can knock him out temporarily."

"That could work, but that's highly risky."

"How so?"

"Because staying alive means I-I can't do this."

Wrapping an arm about your waist, the beginnings of a smile were taking place. "For this, I'd get my arms chopped off. It's due t-to the fact that centuries ago a war broke out from a single incident that occurred b-between two rivals who fought for the love of a Milleannos grounds protector whose sole purpose was to guard and tend to the bud that would never bloom in their lifetime. So, this kind of behavior between us is a big no-no. At least as non-royals of Petram Viridios IV." And pressing a kiss to your temple, he chuckled. "I don't know what'd happen to me if I did that, but I-I wouldn't want to find out."

"Do the inhabitants of that planet learn their traditions through tall tales?"

"I-I don't know, but it doesn't seem that far-fetched. It's um - it's possible that over time, they've needed t-to learn sets of skills in order to survive in the once harsh terrain, but seeing how they were able to preserve their culture for hundreds of thousands of years, they must be doing something right. Still, knowing all this, I-I doubt I could keep my cool and stay away from you. Apparently, the simulations tell me the same thing."

"In that case," you softened. "I might have to remove myself from this mission. After all, I don't want you to think I'm trying to woo a few strangers."

"Boy, I-I didn't mean it t-t-to sound that way."

"Of course not, but you told me the truth. And you're entitled to it in some respects. Though, while you spoke of data and calculations, you didn't ask me how I felt. Why not dear? I'm not ashamed to tell you."

Yet, he seemed ashamed to ask. "Did - did you feel anything?"

Smoothing out the lines about his mouth and eyes with your fingers, you confessed. "I felt flattered by their attention, and their company wasn't that bad. I felt……well, like a person in society, who meets and meets dozens of people, and only really takes interest when the conversation is somewhat comfortable and familiar, but I wanted you there to enjoy it too. " Pointing towards the monitors, you continued." If you take a closer look at the data on my brain waves, changes of hormones, and heart rate, then you'll see where my mind and heart truly was. In nearly all of them, I saw parts of you. Not so much physically, but there were personality traits that were so much like your own, I almost didn't feel so lonely. Yet, I never stopped searching for you in them, and in the world around me, in silence, in smiles over knowings, and in reminiscences, hoping you would come and could be in my reach."

Resting his hand atop yours, he sighed. "Th-that explains a few things."

"Does it? I know you were watching as it played out. And don't think I didn't know what you did this time around. I know it was you on that stage, veiled, and far away. Was that also part of the simulation? It…it felt so real. Somehow our souls were closer then they'd ever been."

"I added the possibility of being asked t-to play the Tremen orb bush. When played, it does induce a trance-like state, but during that part of the simulation, I-I tried to keep you calm because y-you were in the beginning stages of a panic attack."

It must've been because of the claustrophobic feeling of being in a chamber. So you hadn't been alone. "Dear, did you hold me and keep me safe?"

"In a manner of speaking. Y-you weren't in any immediate danger, but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. So I - I moved my chair over, held your soft hands," he confessed shyly. "and talked to you for a little while. It must've helped for soon enough your vital signs were back to normal."

Yes, he was that sort of man; the kind who'd want to take care of you, and make sure you're alright; who'd give up a day in his garden to spend a dozen ensuring that within dreams you'd live to see another. What did you ever do to deserve him?

"I see. You know Rick, despite not bringing it up, I'm sorry that I had to pretend not to know you."

"That's okay."

He understood, way too easily did he understand. Digital planes with hundreds of foreign figures, blades of grass duplicated to fill in spaces, dreamland feelings which were wisps of real ones, he withstood them all. Slipping in and out of realities were preparations for the real tests which had and would continue to come your way. You admired his fortitude because till now he's dealt with the hardships incurred purposely and accidentally.

"Even if it was potentially part of the mission, and you knew I had to do it, it didn't feel good. How….how could I hide the fact that I have such a wonderful friend? You've been one of the dearest, closest friends that I've ever had."

Leaning down, he touched your forehead with his; releasing a breath you didn't know he had been holding. "El mayor - el mayor obstáculo para el amor es… es el temor s-secreto de no ser dignos de ser amados."

"But you are worthy." you reassured him.

"So I am." he accepted.

"Dear, in trying to protect what we have, lying was necessary. Yet, I don't want to pretend that we aren't anything. I love you too much to do that. I don't have any sign or mark of belonging to anyone, and that could've been one of the reasons there were misunderstandings. With V'gha and the others, I was only being friendly."

"I-I know."

"Even if you know, I'm still going to remind you." Resting a hand on his chest, his nervous heart seemed to dance. "Underneath my hand, lies the kind heart of an emotional, passionate genius, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

Holding you a fraction tighter, his breath ghosted your cheek. "Really?"

"Mhm."

"Can I-I tell you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Everyday with you is better than the last. If we lived on Venus," he chuckled. "our days would've been 5,832 hours long. That's th-the equivalent of 243 Earth days."

"That's a long time. Hmm," you sighed, relishing in the nearness of him; breathing in the scent which wafted off his sweater and labcoat. You thought to yourself, this is how it should always be. "I wish I could've been born sooner so you wouldn't have had to be lonely. If I could've done that much, I would've been able to repay you. Still, despite my disbelief about our relationship at times, it's one of the reasons I carry the necklace. You know, the one you had given me on that memorable day that you were…" you paused as you felt him sag into himself, pulling away from you slightly as though he were ashamed. You continued on. "on that day when those Guard Ricks came because you were needed on the citadel. I regret that I put you through so much stress that day, but I'm glad you don't resent me for it." Pulling out the necklace, you couldn't help but tear up a little. "I look at this beautiful gift every time I need to be reminded that you always believed in me, adored me, and was part of your world."

"Y-you're not part of it, you are my world."

"And you are mine. There's no way I'll ever forget you."

Though, there was a chance you could or that he could have your memories erased; there were things you weren't supposed to know, but did. There had been stranger cases before, and just in case, you had made copies of your memories. "Why, if you ever have to use that memory eraser thing on me or on yourself, I promise I'll remember for the both of us. So please," you urged, giving him a half-impatient, half-loving shake. "don't think that what we have is so easily broken, because I love you and believe in what we are together."

Neither of you spoke for a while after that, but he gave your hands a good squeeze when he came to a resolution. "What if….what if I gave you a sign?"

"I'd think of an Ace Of Base song," you lightly teased. "and then I'd wonder what you could mean."

Rubbing your back, he said above a whisper. "I mean t-t-t-to say, do you…..¿Quieres casarte?"

"What? Did you just…can you repeat that?"

"D-do you want to get married?"

Pulling away from him, you wondered. "Wait, is this real?"

He nodded. "Y-yes."

"And I'm not in a lotus-eater machine right?"

Smoothing out your hair, he confessed. "N-no, I hope not."

After spending days going through multiple simulations, it was easy to assume that everything wasn't real, and was still part of another simulation within a simulation. You pinched yourself and saw that everything was in place. It's not that you weren't happy, it was just that this was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. For his part, he studied you and found that he liked what he saw and pulled out a little box. "I had wanted the moment t-to be perfect, but I don't think that's possible. I can't…..I don't want to be without you anymore."

"I think I need to sit down for this."

Leading you over to the computer chair, you took a seat while he stood before you; antsy and ready to confess. "Mi corazón, I have wanted to do this for so long, but I - I was too afraid t-t-to ask. I think now, I finally can."

Removing his labcoat, and setting it down, he pushed up the sleeve of his sweater; displaying the tattoo he had gotten a few years ago; a single sunflower with such detail it almost looks three dimensional. If it weren’t for the curve of his arm, it would appear that he took the bloom, shrunk it down, and simply laid it on his inner forearm. "When I got this, I wanted something as beautiful as you with me, always, and - and sunflowers are your favorite. You told me they were the epitome of happiness."

You nodded. "My best memories are associated with them."

"I suppose that still holds true, so I'm going to put my faith in that. To explain, I would like to tell you a few things concerning happiness. Everyday I-I go to work, I look forward to the moment I get to see you when I return. Though, when I come home, and the house is quiet, it's easy to remember that I live alone. However, when I see that the pillows have been rearranged in a way I um - in a way I hadn't left them, or find a mug in the sink, or piles of books that hadn't been read yet, I know I'm not alone; that y-you've been here. Gosh," he sniffled, doing his best not to cry. "when I see your sleeping figure on the couch or in the hammock outside, I think to myself that I want this t-t-to be my life. T-to be our life. You're what's missing in th-the equation to my happiness. When I met you, it's like the sun finally came out and I could finally bloom. We might carry bits of - of happiness, but I-I feel incomplete without you by my side. And I think y-you feel the same."

Taking hold of your left hand, he kissed it and his voice was colored with happiness again. In earnest, he wondered. "So, my beautiful little sunflower, as far as getting married is concerned, do you - do you want to?"

Tbc

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sonofanumbranwitch · 4 years ago

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Tristin Saints X Barnaby Fluff Alphabet

For everyone who follows me for my Hogwarts Mystery content, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been kind of distracted with other projects of late and have gotten a bit out of habit of playing the game. That being said I am getting back in, slowly but surely and am hoping to have more things to post about soon

But to tie you off until then, have some pure unadulterated fluff about two dorks in love. Warning, the following is made out of pure 100% sugar, ingest with caution.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about each other?)

Tristin: Physically, the first thing Tristin noticed was Barnaby’s Broad shoulders and big muscles. He also really loves Barnaby’s handsome face. As they get older Tristin starts to notice other ASSets his boyfriend has. He loves that booty though *w*. Personality-wise Tristin just melts at just how sweet Barny is. Barnaby can just say something in a way you can tell he’s not even trying be flattering, he just genuine thinks these wonderful things about Tristin and it makes him melt into a puddle.

Barnaby: Barnaby loves Tristin’s face, and his smile. Tristin doesn’t actually smile that much but Barny can always bring it out and it makes him feel special. Barny also really likes that Tristin is a bit smaller than him. He likes picking his boyfriend up and carrying him around. Personality-wise Barny likes how smart Tristin is. Well it’s less how smart he is and more about how Tristin gets really passionate and lights up when he talks about the subjects that fascinate him. Barny might not understand anything he’s saying but he’s just so happy watching Tristin talk about what he loves he could just sit and listen for hours.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Tristin: Tristin is a bit more hesitant. He doesn’t really like children, and is much more comfortable with people his age and older, as well as creatures. But his home life with Barny is just so full of love, that if his boyfriend wanted to, he could be convinced with time.

Barnaby: Barnaby hasn’t really thought about kids to be honest. He’s good with kids, but having some of his own? It’s something he’d have to sit with more, but he’d probably be very down to have a little one running around calling him “papa”.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Tristin: Tristin’s favorite position is resting his head on Barnaby’s chest with an armed wrapped around him. Tristin can just drift to sleep listening to Barnaby’s heartbeat.

Barnaby: Barnaby loves to be the big spoon. He really feels like he’s protecting Tristin when he’s wrapped around him. He loves to fall asleep with face resting in Tristin’s neck.

D = Dates (What are dates with them?)

These two dorks were the most awkward daters. They would often over plan and over think everything to the point things usually go astray one way or another. But as they got more comfortable in their relationships just about anything was considered a “date” so long as it was the two of them. Going to Hogsmeade? That’s a date. Studying in the library? That’s a date. Dueling each other? That’s a date.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Tristin: You are my bowtruckle, fierce and brave.

Barnaby: You are my niffler, smart and cute.

F = Feeling (When did they know they were in love?)

For Tristin the feeling had been creeping up on him for a while. His chest would get a little tighter and his face a little warmer when he saw Barnaby, and being so young Tristin wasn’t sure what this meant. He and Barnaby had been together for a while and friends even longer why was he suddenly getting this flustered just at the sight of his boyfriend? It all culminated after a long adventure of vault hunting and dealing with the typical magical dangers of Hogwarts. The Curse Breakers were all tired out from their latest escapade and Tristin would make his way down to the lake to try to catch some air. And there Barnaby was, sitting under the tree by the lake almost like he was waiting. Tristin sat down next to him not even saying anything, he doesn’t have to. Barnaby wraps an arm around him with a smile and Tristin rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. And just a feeling of safety, and contentment washes over him. A feeling like even if everything in the world goes to hell, so long as he has this it’ll all be okay. He looks up at Barnaby whose looking back smiling softly, and Tristin just knows. This is it. This is love

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

People see how big Barnaby is and expect him to be ruff handed, but he is the single most gentle giant you could find, except maybe Hagrid. Barny will just hold Tristin when there sitting together under the trees by the lake. If Tristin falls asleep somewhere, he’ll pick him up and carry him to bed without ever waking him up. And Tristin loves to hold Barnaby’s face in his hands while gently rubbing a thumb over his cheek.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Fingers interlocked. They’ll often bring the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it, sometimes kissing each finger trying one-up each other in the affection department.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Tristin: “Oh no! He’s cute! And I’m gay!” Barnaby just flat out telling Tristin he was spying on him was a bit perplexing, but darn it if Barnaby wasn’t the cutest thing Tristin had ever seen. There was no way this sweetie was really in the same league as Merula in terms of nastiness. He had to get to the bottom of this.

Barnaby: “He can’t be as bad as Merula says he is can he? He’s so nice!” Barnaby had his first impression a little tainted but Merula’s interference. But when he actually talked to him Barnaby was kind of taken back by how nice Tristin was to him. Everyone else had only noticed him for how tough he was and told him what to do. Tristin actually seemed to be interested in what Barnaby had to say.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Tristin: Tristin has kind of had to get used to people ogling his boyfriend. I mean, it’s hard not to notice that face, and those shoulders. But there is a line that can be crossed. If someone has the nerve to flat our flirt with Barnaby, especially if Tristin is right there, you can just imagine his hair rising in anger anime style.

Barnaby: Barny is bit too sweet to get jealous. He knows his kniffler loves him and isn’t going anywhere. If someone is flirting or bothering Tristin the big guy just has to wrap an arm around his boyfriend, say “what’s up babe?” and whoever is messing with Tristin usually sees the mass of muscle and backs away slowly.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Because these two are absolute dorks, their first kiss was bit of a mess. Neither one really took the lead ,they just moved their faces together too fast and ended up slamming their mouths together. But once that monstrosity was over, they both immediately wanted to improve.

As they got older it was a lot gentler. It typical starts with Barnaby wrapping his arms around Tristin’s waist and Tristin wrapping his around Barnaby’s shoulders to pull himself up. The trials of having a boyfriend who is so much taller than you.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Barnaby. Barnaby says it on one of their star watching dates, and he does it so suddenly as Tristin is pointing out a shooting star the latter almost doesn’t hear it. Tristin nervously asks his boyfriend to repeat himself, and Barnaby just gently says “I love you.” And Tristin.EXE just stops responding for a minute. Barnaby tries to shake his boyfriend out his trance, but Tristin is just staring into space. Finally after rebooting Tristin lunges at Barny with their roughest kiss since their first and says “I love you to.”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Tristin: Tristin’s favorite is all of his memories of Barnaby in Care of Magical Creatures class. That’s where he really just falls hard for Barnaby watching him loving and caring for all the different creatures.

Barnaby: His favorite is really all the adventures they’ve had together. From exploring the cursed vaults, and the forbidden forest, to just about all the other crazy things that tend to happen at Hogwarts.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Tristin and Barnaby both come from prominent pure-blood families. As such both of them are in a position to spoil each other, but it’s never really an issue. They both are rather simple in the things they want and can often just get it for themselves.

That being said if there is a special occasion and the other notices they’ve been eyeing something, they will usually surprise them. But usually the two are very vocal if they want something.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Tristin: It’s kind of hard not to associate Barnaby with Green. Not just because of his house colors but there’s also his eyes. Tristin also associates Barnaby with bowtruckles cause they’re both brave and fierce. So any kind of bright, forest green makes Tristin think of his sweet, brave bowtruckle.

Barnaby: Tristin usually has on his Ravenclaw blues, but Tristin likes a lot of dark colors like blacks and purples. Tristin has green eyes as well so Barnaby has a bit of a wider color palette to associate with his smart and cute niffler

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Tristin: Pet names include, but not limited, babe, baby, honey, darling, barny, barnykins, bowtruckle, and my big strong man

Barnaby: Per names include, buy limited, babe, baby, honey, tristy, trist, tristypie, niffler, sugarcube, and my cute little man.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

They love traveling together and finding quaint muggle villages. They love seeing all the different building and just the feel of town with building that have been around for decades if not centuries. They often take vacations to these towns and will stay in local inns. They love any town that has a lot of wide landscapes for them to hike around and sight see at.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Tristin can usually be found curled up by the window with a light and a book. Barnaby usually shows up with hot drinks, depending on the time of year either tea, coffee, or hot coco, and a blanket. The two shift around until they’re all cozy and can just sit and listen as the rain drizzles down the window.

S = Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

Tristin: Barnaby has a lot of guilt about his brief stint as Merula’s henchmen and even more insecurities about his intelligence compared to others. But Barnaby mostly gets upset when he sees his friends fighting because it reminds him of home. Tristin usually just takes him aside and tells him what he’s really worth to him. He give him kisses and asks “Whose my brave bowtruckle?”. And Barnaby smiles and blushes while answering, “I am.”

Barnaby: Tristin some times goes into depressive states when he’s overwhelmed. He gets quite and curls into himself. His friends try to help but usually only stresses him out more. Barnaby will grab him as soon as possible and take him somewhere quiet. Barnaby knows he doesn’t have to say anything, he just holds Tristin softly until he starts to come out. Then Barnaby offers kisses and asks if Tristin is ready to head back. If not they just stay in hiding until he’s ready.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything. Whatever is interesting them at the time. And the other is always happy to listen. But what is without a doubt their favorite thing to talk about is magical creatures. Barnaby is a savant with them and Tristin loves them to so they can talk about them for hours. Everything from the large and ferocious to the small and adorable and everything in between.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

As students they have a bunch of little things to help them relax after classes and vault hunting. They’ll head down to the lake together for lunch and have a little picnic. Barnaby loves seeing the giant squid rise and drift along the top of the lake.

Tristin can usually be found in one of many nooks around the castle reading some kind of adventure story. Strangely, reading about other people endangering their lives for a change is kind of relieving. Barnaby usually finds him and just rests his head on Tristin’s lap for a nap while his boyfriend keeps reading.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Tristin is a excellent flyer and he isn’t afraid to show it. He’ll zoom past the castle windows doing flips and loops for days. His most dangerous one is where he takes his broom up high into the sky before going into a free fall. He lets himself get real close to the ground before pulling out and shooting off like a rocket. He does this a lot less since Barnaby told him it scares him.

Barnaby is a bit too sweet to really brag or show off per say. But he knows he’s tough, and strong. And he isn’t afraid to show someone up in a duel. Sometimes he’ll be in dueling club and just to show off he’ll wink or blow a kiss to Tristin while he’s dueling someone else. He usually gets hit by something doing this, but again Barnaby is built like a brick house and brush a lot of things off before getting back in the fight.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

It’s the summer after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. News of Lord Voldemort’s return are spreading and Barnaby and Tristin have both already been recruited to the Order of The Phoenix by Bill. Dark times are coming and soon. So Barnaby takes Tristin out for another stroll through the woods to get their minds off it while they can

They find a little cove with a river running through it. Magical creatures are all about and Tristin just takes a moment to breathe it all in. This peace will soon be gone if what they’ve been told is true. And honestly he’s a little scared. But he tenses even more when he hears the rustle of the grass behind him. He turns and see Barnaby down on one knee.

“What are you doing?” Tristin asks, with both panic and excitement in his voice.

“Tristin Joshua Saints,” Barnaby had never used Tristin’s middle name before, “I’ve known you for so long. You are the bravest, smartest, most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Barnaby pulls out a little box from his robes and Tristin places his hands over his mouth already unable to breath as the tears build in his eyes. “I know there are dark times ahead for all of us. But in the darkness, you’ve been my light, and I want to face all the hardships with you from now on until forever.” Barnaby opens the box and inside is a glistening silver band, carved with the outlines of forest trees in a dark cobalt. “Tristin Saints, will you marry me.”

Barnaby doesn’t get an answer… not right away. Tristin pounces on him knocking him to the ground, already smothering him in more kisses than could be imagined. They’re both laughing on the ground and Tristin is hiding his face in Barnaby’s shoulder so he can’t see how hard he’s crying.

“Is all that a yes?” Barnaby asks as he smiles and holds Tristin’s face in his hands. Tristin laughs and cries as the same time as he shakes his head.

“Yes. Yes I’ll do it. I’ll marry you.”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

St. Patrick- PVRIS

“I know it’s chemicals that make me cling to you, you are a miracle I’ve got to stay with you, and I’m not spiritual but please stay. Cause you’re a glimpse of bliss and a taste of heaven.”

https://open.spotify.com/track/7nt0UGUluM18eNRHIxrZix?si=mbMlaCEzTCizAtSSnBC23w

Love Like You- Steven Universe

“I’ve always thought I might be bad. Now I’m sure that it’s true. Cause I think you’re so good, and I’m nothing like you. Look at you go, I just adore you. I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special.”

https://open.spotify.com/track/3z9OnsnvM6SFN2dzrSDdVO?si=lSsghMjZRxyipVo16zQewQ

Rather Be- Clean Bandit

“If you gave me a chance I would take it. It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it. Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me. When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be”

https://open.spotify.com/track/3s4U7OHV7gnj42VV72eSZ6?si=J2vnEhvAQCmm8MYN9RyZ3g

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

(Feel like this one should have come before the wedding one, but oh well.)

If some one mentions the idea of marriage to either Tristin or Barnaby the two just get really flustered and start stammering. A recurring theme in their relationship is they’re both kind of dorks who don’t really know what they’re doing but they make it work. So for something like marriage to come across their minds is like imagining diving into the deep end when you’ve only been waddling in the kiddy pool. But as they get older the idea gets less scary, hopeful even. Tristin is just concerned with the state of the world. With all the dark wizard activity building up he doesn’t know if now’s the right time to be thinking about marriage. But Barnaby has different plans.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

If? If? IF?! Their home is a magical zoo! They have bowtruckles, they have crups, they have thestrals , they even have an abraxan! They had to buy a home with the biggest plot of land they could get and even then they need to use interdimesion charms on their home just to have enough room for all the creatures they had. It got so bad Penny had to write to them.

“My dearest Tristin and Barnaby,

NO! You cannot keep a chimera in your home!

Your dearest friend (and had better be bridesmaid!) Penny.”

“Our most darling Penny,

Mind your own business.

Lots of love (and of course you will be) Barny and Tristin.”

#Harry Potter #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #jacob's sibling #barnaby lee #barnaby x mc #barnaby x Tristin #Tristin Saints #fluff alphabet #pure unadulterated fluff

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Hi!~ you can just call me Alex, please!~ I would like to be anon if that is ok lol the fandoms I want are A3!, Haikyuu!!, and Naruto! 🥰 SFW and NSFW is alright with me! 😉 whatever is comfortable lol

Alright so, intro info! I’m a Capricorn sun, Sagittarius moon and Virgo Ascendant. My modality is Cardinal 53%, Fixed 37%, Mutable 11%. My elements are Earth 51%, Water 36%, Fire 10% and Air 3%. My MBTI is INFJ. I’m also a HuffleClaw with a bit of Slytherin. I have was born with Turner Syndrome. I have ADHD, Autism, Anxiety and Depression. I am agender and I use they/them pronouns though she/her are alright since I’m used to those pronouns lol I am still exploring my sexuality, I am very open dating anyone of any gender so I would say I’m bi/panromantic, however I do strongly connect with the asexual spectrum since trust is a big deal for me lol

I had a coarctation or narrowing of the arota at 6 days old and was pronounced dead on the way to Children’s Hospital. I had open heart surgery soon afterwards. My grandmother was told that with all the mental health issues I could have due to TS, I could be super smart or I wouldn’t even be able to remember my own name. The doctor’s said I would be bad at math. My parents divorced when I was 10 and my little brother was 6. Both of them remarried, my dad once and our mol several times. Though, I won’t go more into that lol just to save you the details, our grandparents raised us and life was -is- really messy ahah

I’m currently going to college. I was supposed to graduate last semester, but I changed my major several times in the last 2 years lol 😂😂 I was a biology major and wanted to work in marine bio/ wildlife conservation and start my own rehab places for marine/terrestrial mammals. I am now a Middle School Education major with areas of concentration in science and language arts with a minor in TESL ( Teaching English as a Second Language). I want to teach English in Japan! 😊 As far as grade school, I always made As/Bs witout even trying and I loved to read, so much so that I got an award for it in 5th grade! I was quiet yet loud and super awkward as a kid 🤣🤣 I actually loved science a lot and even took AP courses until highschool because the teacher I would have taken in highschool was a really bad teacher who if he had family members and didn’t like them, he wouldn’t like you. He taught my father and his sister and didn’t like them, so least to say young and impressionable me noped out of that fast 😂😂

For a while, I wanted to be a Forensic Antropologist like Temeperance from Bones! 😊 however, we didn’t have a anthro major at my college, only chem lol so, when I started taking upper level courses, I quickly found I much prefer bio to chem 🤣🤣 I still dislike math as I have my whole life, but since I got to college, I’ve only made below a B in one math related course! 🥰

Ok sorry for a lot of random info 🤣🤣 onto other things! So, I’m very shy and quiet at first, but when I get comfortable around someone, that’s when the wierd comes out 🤣 I’m very passionate about education and science! I am a Christian and am very passionate about equality. I also firmly believe in redistributing millionare/billionares’ wealth.

I grew up watching anime and still love it to this day. I have strong connection with Japanese culture because anime was the gateway into learning about it and anime will always have a special place in my heart because of it! Japanese culture and really most if not all Asian cultures resonate with me because of the morals anime had taught me. I firmly believe in balance and hamrony with nature! I was introduced to kpop in middle school and have been a fan ever since lol 🤣 I also like pop/alternative music lol I like P!NK, Linkin Park, Adele and a few others lol

As I mention with wanting to be a marine biologist, I really love animals!~ 💕💜 my favs are otters, foxes, cats of all kinds, dogs, wolves, dolphins, and honey badgers! I currently have a Korat named Lila (li-lah like lilac) she is a very unique cat 🤣 she’s super curious and sorta a crackhead lol I did have a yorkie terrier named Sarah and a miniature schnauzer named Star, but since last June, we had to put both of them down 🥺 Sarah got cancer suddenly late last year and a few months ago Star had congestive heart failure. They were 13 and 14 respectively. They were amazing dogs! Sarah loved to swim and hunt little creatures and was the energetic one while Star was the grouchy old lady 🤣🤣

I also love anything fantasy/superhero! I love HP, LOTR, and Marvel! My fav genre of anime is shounen obvi lol 🤣Lol I also love learning other languages! I took French in highschool and two semester of Mandarin in college lol ( I need to brush up on both 🤣🤣) I am currently trying to learn Japanese! I wanna also learn Korean, Welsh, and Irish! I hope to go teach English in Japan via the JET program at my college! 🥰 I will more than likely stay in Japan after I stay the 5 max years through the JET program!

I also really love video games! I wanna play Persona 5 soo bad 🤣🤣 Horzon: Zero Dawn, the Legend of Zelda series, the Pokemon series and Animal Crossing: New Horizons are some of my favorites lol

Hmmm… what else to say? 🤣 I am typically the mom friend of the group ahaha oh! I am 4’9” and weigh 140 so I’m kinda chubby 😅 I am very self concious about my body. I have green eyes and I wear small, black rectangular glasses. I have moles and freckles all over my body. I have a dyed blonde bob with a brunnette undercut. I don’t have any piercings yet but I do have one tattoo on my inner left ankle!

I am stubborn, passionate, caring, empathetic, understanding, loving, loud, quiet, awkward, hyper, enthusiastic, curious, and I can procrastinate at times due to my ADHD lol I also love to have plans lol I like things to be organized and clean, but I don’t mind ‘organized chaos’ sometimes lol I am also very loyal to my friends. I prefer having a few super close friends than having tons of aquaintances.

Ok so dating lol um I’ve never actually dates anyone before 🙈 I’m also a virgin lol trust is a big issue for me, like aforementioned my parents divorce affected me a lot and I have a strained relationship with each of them due to the divorce and the events over the years afterwards. Plus, as a Capricorn, school/career is my main focus. I’m so busy with college and trying to figure myself out, I haven’t got time for dating ahaha so my irl soulmate will need to be a hell of a person and have the patience of a saint to deal with me 🤣

Even though I have never been in a relationship, out of curiousity and wanting to be knowledgeable, I have researched BDSM lol 😂 I am definitely not into slave/master, whipping, or anything super hardcore at all lol though, mild stuff like toys, handcuffs, spanking, biting, dirty talk, brat/tamer or daddy (mommy)/ little girl and blindfolds would be stuff I’m willing to try out lol basically, some light pain, toys and anything where I can be submissive and cast my cares away while still being able to be sassy/defiant suits me 🤣

Oh! For the purposes of this matchup, just male characters is fine lol like I said, I’m still trying to figure myself out so, for simplicities sake, assuming heteronorms is alright lol

Hmm as far as a type of guy I like, I can give you some anime examples 😂 Portgas D. Ace from One Piece, Itachi/Kakashi/Shikamaru from Naruto, Roy Mustang (also shoutout to Solf J. Kimblee as a guilty mention 🤣) from FMA!B, Kisuke Urahara from Bleach, Zuko/Sokka fron ATLA, Gintoki/Kamui/Takasugi/Shinpachi/Hijikata/Katsura from Gintama, Daisuke Kanbe from The Millionare Detective- Balance:Unlimited, Shinso Hitoshi/Shindo Yo from BNHA/MHA, Levi/Beel from Obey Me!, Itaru/Omi/Sakyo/Misuki/Tsuzuru/Kazunari/Banri from A3! And many more 🤣🤣 sorry for the long list lol basically to sum it up my type is kinda laid back, a lil perverted, confident, dominant, funny, teasing/flirty, caring, intellgent, mysterious, passionate and stubborn lol

Well, I hope that was enough info to get a good in depth matchup 🤣🤣 I feel like I gave too much but I wanna try to make it as detailed for y’all as possible so you can have an easier time with the matchup ahah thanks a lot, I love your blog and keep doing the good work you are doing! 🥰❤️💜💕 be sure to take care of yourselves and I hope y’all have a great weekend!! 🥰

( I apologize for sending it a second time, but there was some stuff I wanted to add that I forgot to mention until I after I sent in the first one 😭 again, I sincerely apologize!)

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I choose Kiba to be your Naruto boyfriend! when he first sees you, and how quiet and shy you are, Kiba will definitely want to bring your inner playfulness out! And when he sees that you do have some playfulness in you, he will see that you became comfortable enough around him that your inner weird came out! And that would really pull at Kiba’s heartstrings! Kiba will also find it fascinating that you like different types of culture, and how the world works via science and education! He isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he will definitely appreciate how you think, since he wants harmony in the world too! He will love the fact that you love animals and he will love the fact that you want to be a marine biologist! Being an animal lover himself, he will marry you right on the spot, just for that!

Since you are the mom friend of the group, you can totally take care of Kiba! It might not be the best, but Kiba would really love and appreciate you taking the time out of your day to do stuff for him, even if he didn’t ask for it! He will love your buddy, it being curvy and easy to hold onto, if you know what I mean wink wink. He will find your little beauty marks to be charming and I see him poking your moles and freckles every so often when he is bored! And when you tell him that you want to get tattoos, hell yeah! He will want to be there for when you get your first one!

Kiba will love the fact that you are passionate about your studies, and you main focus is school and your career! He will love the fact that you are don’t want anyone to mess up your future, and where you want to go in life! He may be a bit on the impatient side, but when he is with you, he will understand the need for patience and why it is important! He will also love the fact that you are so loyal to your friends! He doesn’t want to date anybody who isn’t loyal or isn’t compassionate to the people around them, so that will definitely be a plus in your book!

For the spicy stuff, Kiba at first would not know what he is doing but once he figures it out, ho boy, you are in a for a treat! Biting, lots of biting, and him being just very dominant, wanting to please you and make you feel like you are on cloud nine! He will let you do what you want, if it means that you are going to like what you guys do in the bedroom! From the biting to the dirty talk, he is up for anything!

I choose Sakyo to be your A3! boyfriend! Sakyo will see your shy and quiet persona and think nothing much of it, but once you get comfortable around him, enough so that your inner weirdness comes out to play, he will be surprised that you were hiding such a fun and cheerful person away from him! He will also like the fact that you are passionate about science and education, since Sakyo himself is definitely one to go to science for something that can’t be explained, and he is one to like education too, since it gives you wisdom on subjects you didn’t know about before! He will love the fact that you love his culture so much, from the anime to the actual history of Japan. He will feel that you super educated on the subject, and will be appreciative of how much you love where he is from!

Sakyo will find it adorable that you love animals, and he find it admirable that you want to become a marine biologist! It is a hard job, learning about all kinds of animals, and then discovering new ones! Yeah he will find it very impressive! And if you were to ever tell him that you want a dog or some kind of really cute animal, he will never able to say no to you! So you should use that to your advantage! As for video games, he isn’t one for the, but if you ever try to get him to play with you, he will have a hard time saying no! It will frustrate him though, that you’d keep beating him at all of them!

As for appearances, I feel Sakyo wouldn’t care about what you like, it’’s all about what is on the inside, and when he sees that you are a passionate, loving, caring, a mother figure to your friends, loyal to them, and empathetic to the people around you, he will just know that you are the person for him! Seriously, yeah he might like your curvy body, but what will really give make him like you is the fact that you are just a really nice person for people to be around! He will definitely understand the sentiment of having just a few close friends, than having like twenty acquaintances.

Sakyo will love the fact that you’d rather focus on your studies than have a boyfriend that could distract you from your future career! He would be glad to wait for you to accept him, until you are stable in your career and would be able to start dating you like he wants! And for a little spicy time, he would be a dominant as all hell. Like he would be so into dirty talk and taking you to heaven with his mouth. You might tell him you want to some like spanking and biting, and he might be into the biting, but the spanking makes him feel a little weird, so he might do it as often. But! If you ask, him he will have no reason to say no! So you better have fun with him!

I choose Iwaizumi as your Haikyuu boyfriend! Much like Sakyo, Iwaizumi will see you shy and timid demeanor and think nothing of it, and if anything, he will think it is kind of cute, but would have an inkling that you are more than you put out. And once Iwaizumi sees that, yes, you are more than shy, that you have your weird quirks and can be quite loud, he will find you even more cute, what with the way you act around him and not the others! He will find it so cute that you only act like that with him and nobody else! And much like Sakyo, he will find it awesome that you like his culture so much! From the anime to the language, and everything else! He would even offer to help you learn the language and such, to help you better understand his culture! Iwaizumi love the fact that you like superheroes and practically anything fantasy! I suspect that Iwaizumi also love Marvel and such! I also feel like Iwaizumi is extremely good at video games, so when he plays with you, make sure you try your best to win against him!

Iwaizumi will feel a bond with you being like the mom friend, since he has to constantly watch over Oikawa like he is his child! And for appearances, much like Kiba, I feel as though Iwaizumi will see your blemishes and your curvy body and think it is just uniquely you! Something that he associates with you alone! And the uniqueness will definitely get him to really like you! But I feel like he will really like girls in glasses so that is a definite plus for you!

Iwaizumi will love the fact, like the others, that you are a loving and caring person. Someone that is passionate and driven! And the fact that you have all your plans thought out and organized in your own way? Oh yeah, he would definitely like that! And the fact that you are so passionate about your future that you’d much rather focus on that instead of being in a relationship! He’d understand, would he hate that fact that he has to wait for you to be stable in your career? Yes, he wouldn’t like it one bit, but he wouldn’t leave you because of it! Will he wait for you? Most definitely!

For the spicy stuff, ahahahaha Iwaizumi. He is like. A dominant bottom, he’s okay with essentially whatever you want to do, as long you both are having a good time, and you guys are feeling good! As for the biting and the spanking and all the kinky things you want to try out, he’d be into it, he’d just wouldn’t know how to go about it, so it would be a learning experience for the both of you! In the end, Iwaizumi would be into a lot of things you guys tried! So beware what he has in store for you in the future!

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