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drev-the-procrastinator · 1 year

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I followed you here from your hands, grasping fic on AO3 and was hoping you could please point me to the additional context that you mentioned. Thanks so much! - Jagodzianka on AO3

P.S. I also wanted to thank you for commenting on some of my fics a while back. Rereading your comments absolutely helped me get through some writer's block and l am incredibly grateful!

Aaaaaa my goodness! First of all THANK YOU SO MUCH for the lovely comment you left on the fic!! That and this ask were so nice to wake up to!! Especially when they're coming from such a talented and amazing writer as yourself!! I'm really glad my comments were helpful, and let me tell you every word of praise was very much deserved uvu But oh yeah of course! Though it's less "point to" and more "tell you right here" because thus far the context has just been living in my google docs :D So it happens directly before the fic itself, because what happened was I came up with one scene, but then for some unfathomable reason when I wrote it down I only wrote what hands, grasping has?? And not this?? Instead I wrote this later, and by then the fic itself was already in a whole different style, and it was a whole mess. But yeah, here it is! (It's from the google doc so sorry for the lack of proper punctuation!) _

Further context: maybe a couple of days after they go through the portal in thanks to them, the group’s looking for something, someone, anything, and have made their way to the head, or whatever remains of it now. perhaps a part of the place they were exploring collapses and luz and hunter are separated from the rest.

they try to find a way back to the others, but something happens - maybe it’s some sort of beast that tries to attack them, maybe it’s a trap belos had set to keep unwelcome visitors from his portal that’s somehow remained intact, idk, but there’s a moment where, be it a fight or a trap, hunter takes a hit heading for luz and while she neutralizes whatever caused it, he’s kinda. flung over to a fun little cliff that’s the edge of a chasm that had appeared when the collector was remodeling the place, and luz just barely manages to grab his hand as his grip on the edge fails, and thus where we’re at now

"It… it can't hold us both." his breaths are not fast and panicked - he is making a visible effort to keep them even, but the terror is otherwise crystal clear. his voice shakes as he speaks. she sees him observe the strained vines gripping her legs; the cliff she can feel crumbling beneath her. there's an underlying note of something like resignation in his voice. she doesn't get it, until his eyes flicker to her hands gripping his and back to her and then she does.

"N-no", she says, commands almost, like by just saying it she could will it into existence and banish that thought out of his head. she doesn't have the strength to try to pull them up anymore - she can only hold on. her eyes burn. "But- but what about Flapjack? He saved your life for a reason! You can't just… give up!"

"Maybe it was for this reason", he says, his voice somehow so small and his eyes wide and afraid, chest heaving with shallow breaths, and in that moment all she wants is to hug him because he looks so young-

and he has the gall to, for just a split second, smile a trembling smile even through the terror, as though he was fine with it, as though giving his life for someone just like that was a victory, and the words are almost even as he swallows and says: "If it was, I'm… I’m glad."

(but then - the mindscape, the countless cracked masks - maybe to him it was, to one made to be used and to die and to be replaced, maybe it was a victory to die for something he chose himself, something that mattered, for someone important to him—)

(all that the fear in his eyes, the shallow breaths, the tremble in his smile, the way his hands desperately grip hers, white from the pressure, fingers digging into her skin, all of it screams I WANT TO LIVE—)

a horrible crack echoes throughout the cavern and dust rains down. his eyes flit away, to whatever cracks have appeared into the rock, but she can't bring herself to look away from his face. it blurs behind a stinging film of tears. _

And then hands, grasping follows directly from here. There is also a little bit of what happens after, but I won't add it here, it's long enough as is ajdsafas. Please don't hesitate to ask more about it though, I love talking about my fics haha.

Thank you for the comment, the ask, and I hope you enjoyed! :)

#toh #toh spoilers #toh fanfic #drev's fics #sorry i took so long asjfaskjf i had a university assignment and then today was independence day but!! it's here #thank you again!! getting this ask made me so happy!! i also read the longer fic you wrote and i will leave a comment!! i promise!!#i am just a tad bit caught up rn but i will #it was really good though!!!#also i'll put a link to the fic itself in the rb if by chance someone finds this in the tag and gets curious haha

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snortlaughs · 2 years

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getting to know each other

fandom: the owl house

pairing: none! please don’t tag as ship!

characters included: ler!amity, lee!hunter

word count: 1,601

genre: fluff!

warnings: none

author’s note: in this fic, hunter is still the golden guard, but he is basically a double agent and tells the owl family what belos is doing so they can prepare to retaliate if needed. basically, he and the owl family are buddies — thus, why he’s hanging out at the owl house!

amity and hunter sat on opposite sides of the big, worn-out sofa in the living room of the owl house, looking away from each other.

they were doing their own things; amity was messing around on her scroll, and hunter had just lulled flapjack to sleep in luz’s bedroom.

flapjack lived with luz for a while before she found hunter, so she feels the most comfortable resting in her bedroom.

anyways, amity and hunter were the only two people in the house — luz, king, lilith, and eda went out to the night market to get apple blood, and hooty was sleeping.

they were the two kids who still didn’t really get along. hunter and the the owl family were cool now, but the same couldn’t be said for him and amity.

he did fight her… and took the portal key from her when she was just trying to help him…

urgh…

hunter massaged his temple with his pointed finger and thumb. he was going to get a headache if he thought about that any more.

he felt guilty, but he was never going to say that.

electronic beeps came from amity’s scroll every few minutes, and she giggled like a child every time.

texts from luz, of course.

hunter rolled his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest.

“you see her every day, blight. i doubt what she’s texting you is so cute that you need to squeal constantly,” he huffed.

amity growled as her cheeks warmed up with embarrassment.

“shut up, man. you don’t know what it’s like to date someone! every time they text, it feels super exciting! it’s worth squealing about.”

hunter looked towards the purple-haired witch and then the rug on the floor.

“you don’t know that i don’t know what it’s like to date someone,” he said quietly, shifting uncomfortably at his own comment.

“oh~?” amity said, her ears perking up as she looked at the blonde boy on the other end of the couch. “well, do you?”

crap.

poor move, hunter.

“um… no, not actua—”

before the poor kid could even finish his sentence, amity burst out into a fit of laughter.

“i knew it! i kneeeew it~!” she teased as the boy’s face and ears turned red.

“you didn’t know anything!” he whined, burying his face into his palms. “i was just saying that you couldn’t have known before i told you! you don’t know anything about me!”

amity wiped a tear of mirth from her eye and put her scroll down on one of the orange sofa cushions, preparing herself for what she was about to say.

“you know what? i don’t really know much about you. you’re right. do you wanna ask each other questions and get to know eachother a little…?”

she turned her head away when hunter looked up at her, a baffled expression on his face.

“are you being serious…?” he asked, slight hesitation in his voice.

amity still didn’t look back at him, but nodded.

“…why?” hunter said inquisitively, readjusting his position on the couch. a small crease had formed where he was leaning into his spot, which made him slouch a little.

“because luz forgave you. eda forgave you. they all forgave you…” amity started, meeting hunters eyes. “i think i’m ready to, as well.”

she abruptly realized how serious she sounded and quickly added an extra sentiment to the end:

“i still think you’re a huge idiot, though.”

hunter chuckled.

he sounded a bit… relieved, actually.

“yeah, i’d like to get to know you a bit better.” he said, a toothy grin appearing on his scarred face. “also, you’re a huger idiot!”

amity playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

“i’m going to pretend you didn’t say that and just start asking you questions. let’s take turns.”

hunter nodded in agreement and stuck a thumb up.

“okay, sooo… oh, okay, i have one! what’s your favorite thing about your palisman?” amity asked, scooching towards hunter so she could see and hear him more clearly.

hunter’s eyes lit up when she asked him this.

“what a good question! there’s so much that i love about flapjack! but i think that my favorite thing is that she’s just a really good friend. she was here with me when i didn’t have a whole lot of people by my side.”

flapjack twittered happily from another room in the owl house.

he nodded after he finished talking, as if he was proud of his answer.

“aww, that’s really nice,” amity said, smiling at the sweetness of hunter’s words. “but now it’s my turn! my turnnnn~!”

hunter dramatically sighed with feigned annoyance.

“fine, fine! calm down! ummm… let me think… oh! what’s your favorite azura book?”

amity gasped at his question, which seemed to surprise him. nobody ever talked to her about azura besides luz!

“ohhhh! book two, for sure. it’s probably one of the worse books in the series, to be honest. it just has sentimental value, so i love it anyway!”

hunter made a noise of what amity thinks was agreement before she asks her next question.

the question.

“okay, ummm… oh, oh! are you ticklish?”

hunter felt his heart skip a beat. however, his nervousness didn’t show on the outside at all.

he didn’t know how he managed to stay so composed, but he did.

thank titan.

“no, i-i’m not.”

his voice cracked piercingly, which completely blew his not-ticklish cover.

NO.

“i thanked the titan too soon…” he thought, beads of sweat pricking at his forehead.

amity raised her eyebrows and couldn’t help but smile.

“you don’t sound too sure about that,” she said bluntly.

hunter took a second to focus on his voice in an effort to make sure that it didn’t come out… like that… again.

“i am sure about it!” he said with fake confidence in his voice, hoping that he sounded convincing enough that amity would believe his ruse.

“i’m the golden guard! the golden guard doesn’t have a weakness as futile as tickling!”

amity scooted a bit closer to hunter and put her hand on his shoulder, which was enough to make him jump. he was lucky that he didn’t giggle at her touch — he could already feel the anticipation in the air.

“okay, sure, the golden guard isn’t ticklish. but is hunter…?”

he didn’t expect to hear that question. his eyes widened, but he said nothing.

“wellll~?” amity cooed. “is he?”

hunter grunted and turned his head away from the witch beside him.

he was in too deep to lie.

“maybe a little.”

amity’s expression grew more excited by the second, unable to control her smiling at the idea of getting this kid to crack and enjoy himself a bit.

“only a little?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “we’ll see about that.”

hunter’s “i’m only a little ticklish!” claim was instantaneously debunked when amity pounced onto him and skittered her fingers into his ribs, resulting in immediate belly-laughter and lots of thrashing.

not thrashing hard enough to make her stop, though — despite the fact that he was definitely strong enough to physically make her stop moving her stealthy hands.

amity noticed this, and tucked it into the back of her mind for later.

“AHHH! blihihihight!” he said through hiccup-filled laughter. “plehehease! nohohohoooo!”

his eyes squinted shut when he laughed, and his face, ears, and neck were a bright red color. the gap in between his front teeth was on show as his giggles continue to bubble out.

his smile was so youthful, despite all of his hardships.

“‘ple-hee-hee-heease!’ you sound like a little kid when you plead like that!” amity teased meanly. “what are you even begging for~? do you want more tickles, perhaps…?” the limber girl said, moving her hands up the helpless boy’s ribs and towards his underarms.

her fingers stopped on his top ribs; it seemed as if his underarms were going to have to be the final act. going near them, even a little, made him screech.

he snorted and laughed uncontrollably, rendered completely unable to hide any of his reactions to this tickle monster’s torturous touch.

“NOHOHOOOO! (snort) I DOHOHOHON’T!” he cried. “I— (wheeze) I—”

“you what~?” amity giggled, completely unphased by his intense reactions to her tickling tactics. “use your words!”

hunter shook his head roughly in response; he felt as if he had melted into a puddle.

“I CAHAHAN—”

his sentence was abruptly cut off with loud, colorful laughter when amity finally struck under his arms, his death spot.

he was now completely incapable of articulate thought; all he could think about was how much everything tickled.

once hunter’s laughter eventually went from intense snorts to silent wheezes, amity finally let up.

hunter laughed and laughed, even after amity had finished.

“why didn’t you stop me? you totally could have.” amity said, resting her back against her side of the sofa once again. “i think you may have had some fun with that, golden guard.”

too tired to be sassy, hunter nodded and looked at amity.

“yeah, that was nice. but don’t tell anyon—”

however, amity was already speedily typing a text to luz about how ticklish hunter was.

hunter immediately knew what she was doing, and, despite his wobbly knees, quickly crawled over to her side of the sofa and tried to grab the scroll out of her hand.

but, to no avail.

amity lightly poked hunter’s side and wiggled her finger a bit, which immediately made him lose his balance.

“SENT~!”

needless to say, the owl family saw hunter’s genuine smile and heard hunter’s genuine laugh a lot that night.

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llendrinall · 4 years

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That ask about Ministry Spy Percy, do you think you could write it in the Pov of the British wizarding world please? Im curious how it all goes down.

I’m not sure about British wizarding world but I can tell you it goes down with Bertha Harrendal thinking about murdering Percy Weasley herself.

Not that she is much of a danger. Bertha was never good enough with charms to qualify as an Auror. Instead she entered the Winzegamot Administrative services, one of the many peons needed after the war to put the country back in order, at least the wizarding part. It is gruesome, tiring and necessary work. They can’t afford to make the same mistakes of the past, the people sent to Azkaban without trial, innocent people, while many guilty ones walked free claiming imperius. This time they are doing things right. They owe it to themselves and to the country. They can’t have another war in twenty years. They are going to be better and they are starting now.

Also, bloody Harry Potter, hero extraordinaire, comes every single day to the Wizengamot, every day, even on weekends, to tell them about Sirius Black.

(They are not supposed to work on weekends but they are all coming anyway because the work is immense and it keeps growing, lines and lines of names and heinous acts, people disappeared and murdered and people who did the disappearing and the murdering and it is only them to tell who is who).

Eventually Irene Necker who, legend says, fought a Death Eater with a stapler, snarls at Potter that Sirius Black is dead but the people in her considerable pile of files are not so she will bloody see to them first and isn’t that what Potter wants? To ensure that every file is reviewed, every person given a chance to talk?

It is, and Potter looks adequately taken aback at Irene’s fury and exhaustion. He keeps coming every day because Potter is punishment incarnate, but at least he brings chocolate flapjacks with him. From time to time he has some useful comment like “Malfoy says the Ipswitch attack was Bella Lestrange” or “Malfoy says Gibson is too stupid to be imperiused.” Always Malfoy this and Malfoy that until, finally, he brings with him Malfoy himself, looking insultingly beautiful in his healer’s robe. Malfoy answers all their questions and they even get him to agree to testify under oath and veritaserum once Irene offers him a full tray of flapjacks and Thomas, who hasn’t left the Ministry in three weeks, has a small breakdown that ends with him sobbing on Malfoy’s robe and mumbling incoherently that his hair is very shiny.

There are times when Bertha wants to do like their predecessors, draw a quick line of guilty and not guilty and be done. When she started in the Wizengamot she was horrified by Crouch’s cruel disregard. Now she is horrified by her understanding and almost sympathy. People demand justice and revenge and answers and reparations and none of that can be done quickly. It can’t. Rushing is dangerous.

There are two new newspapers now, in addition to The Prophet and The Quibbler. Even though The Prophet tries to take itself seriously, their reputation is too damaged. The Quibbler was the herald of truth during the war, but it is still The Quibbler. Last week they had an article on wendsing sightings on the Ministry and they all know that was just Rupert leaving the gen’s loo. There is a need for proper reporting, so new media has sprouted. This is good, except for how the journalist are camped by the Winzegamot’s door pestering all of them.

Irene has been wearing the same robes for the last three weeks. They know because someone in The Albion Post pointed it quite rudely. Thomas is working diligently from the nest he has built under his table and refuses to come out. He has a lock of Malfoy’s hair pinned on a drawer. Bertha doesn’t want to know what kind of oddity she has, but she is sure she is not unscathed. She might have chewed half of her wand, she is not sure.

Then on August, 20th, Bertha will remember the day the rest of her life, Potter comes with Granger bringing a clay pot full of silver mist. Dumbledore’s memories, he says. If Malfoy can help them find the guilty, Dumbledore will help them find the innocent.

On Thursday, Anna McAllister notices that most of the innocent (like Black and Snape and Lupin who was under Ministry surveillance for helping Black) are dead. The whole office begins to cry spontaneously and can’t do anything else for the next three hours. The war has ended but not for them. They are living in it every day, going after every atrocious act, every tragedy. At some point Malfoy come around, still in his undeservingly well—fitting healers robe, casting cheering charms and giving them calming potions. Thomas grabs him by the neck of his robes and plants a big sloppy kiss on his mouth. Malfoy’s look of utter, dumbfounded, confusion together with his posh “there, there, man, put yourself together” does wonders for Bertha’s mood.

And then they get to Percy Weasley, loyal collaborator of Thicknesse’s Ministry, suspected Death Eater, BLOODY UNDERCOVER SPY FOR DUMBLEDORE WHAT? Bertha goes all the way to the top floor of the Ministry, goes outside, and screams for a full minute (scaring a couple of pigeons). Then she realizes that she can’t remember when was the last time she was outside, so she goes home walking slowly and blinking at the white sky.

The next day, Anna McAllister tells her that she, Bertha and Thomas have been put in charge of the Weaesley Investigation (it is written like that on the blackboard, with far too many es), and that it is even worse than they thought because apparently Percy Weasley wasn’t just a spy, he was the spy and he was involved in everything. And they are the unfortunate sods that have to make some sense out of it.

Saturday is Percy Weasley came with the idea of Snape assassinating Dumbledore.

Sunday is Percy Weasley side apparating a whole family, including the dog, right when Dolohov was casting a killing curse.

Monday is Percy Weasley contacting the goblin London clan and saving them from being rounded up and killed.

Tuesday is selkie day. Apparently the selkies were very grateful that Percival Weasley had saved two dozens of their kind (when? They can’t find any mention of it) and they offered their services to pass information to the continent.

Wednesday is Percy Weasley telling Dumbledore off for raising Potter for the slaughter. This had nothing to do with any of the open investigations, but they all like to watch it.

Thursday is Percy Weasley finding MacNair, duelling him, disarming him, causing a permanent injury to his right arm, evacuating a family of goblins and then returning to MacNair, blurring his memories and implanting a spying charm on him before sending him back to Voldemort. The spying charm seems to be an adaptation of one of Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes products.

Friday, they have Fred and George Weasley down to ask them about the products, their involvement in the war and their brother Percy. Their presence puts everybody in a good mood. Then they say they don’t know where Percy is, he disappeared right after the Battle of Hogwarts and hadn’t been in touch since then. Thomas grabs George Weasley by the front of his robes and screams “I will eat your face” at the top of his lungs.

Suddenly it’s September and Bertha has not been to her house since the Percy Weasley reveal. She is crying on Rita Skeeter’s lap, saying that if Rita and all her ilk like questions so much they should ask themselves where the bloody hell is bloody Percival Ignatius Weasley, one eighty centimetres, blue eyes, red hair, glasses, no recognizable marks or scars. Please. It is not fair that bloody Rita and Reggy and, sorry, I don’t know your name Magical Times girl, they all keep asking her questions, but Bertha has questions of her own. The Ministry is looking for Percy Weasley in relation to 56 open investigations.

Bertha takes back every unkind thing she had ever said about Harry bloody Potter. Potter comes to them with a tub of ice-cream and the suggestion that perhaps the press could render the Ministry a service by helping them locate war hero Percy Weasley. The world deserves to know Percy’s story, and this is a great chance for people to see how the diligent Wizengamot clerks are working tirelessly in their quest for justice and reparations. He actually says “diligent” and “quest”. He has such a heroic aura that Reggie, from the Albion Post offers to swear an unbreakable vow right there and then to share with Bertha Weasley’s whereabouts and any and all information gathered about him just as soon as it has gone to the press. The others follow suit and Potter says magnanimously that he bears witness and their word is enough for him so they don’t actually swear an Unbreakable Vow.

Thus begins the hunt for Percy Weasley, which is an absolute failure because the power of the press amounts to nothing. They ask and ask and Bertha shares all she knows and every day they print a full page about Percy’s exploits, but they give back nothing.

In early October, George Weasley comes to the Winzengamot and informs them from the door that Percy Weasley is in a Greek island and doesn’t want to be contacted, further inquiries should be directed to Oliver Wood, the one found Percy.

But Oliver Wood is a very successful quidditch player and his coach protects him and the rest of the team like a mother dragon. No one is to bother his delicate players, not even Ministry officials doing official business.

They have to sic Thomas at the coach (“give me answers or I will pluck my own eyes!”) while Anna pretends to ineffectually contain him so Bertha can sneak into the locker room and talk to Oliver Wood.

It is a testament to how tired Bertha is that she doesn’t register that she is in a locker room with four handsome, very handsome, men in different states of undress. She doesn’t care about their chiselled abs. She just wants to find Percy Weasley so he can clarify his involvement in the Eynsham incident.

(Five hundred lives saved that day by their most careful estimations. Five hundred. And neither Thickness nor Voldemort realized a thing).

“I understand you are tired,” Oliver Wood says. Nice man. Seems very supportive. “So is Percy. He needs some rest.”

“I just want to close one file,” Betha begs, sitting on the floor. “We have 78 open investigations and they all involve him.”

She has personally written seventy-eight formal letters requiring Percy’s assistance and testimony. Seventy-eight, like that, 78 looks too short. It’s seventy-eight.

In fact, Bertha has actually written eighty-five letters. There are the seventy-eight formal ones and the seven demented informal letters in which Bertha let out all her frustration and exhaustion in the form of increasingly bizarre threats. It was very therapeutic. It is obvious Weasley is not reading any of them so he doesn’t know about Bertha’s promise to take the Order of Merlin, first class, and personally shove it through one of his orifices. The man has saved over a thousand lives. He shouldn’t have to read that kind of abuse.

“There, there,” says Oliver Wood, patting her on the head. He smells like a summer day.

XXX

On January, Potter drops by the Wizengamot, as always, and Irene screams at him as soon as she sees him, as always, because Potter is awful. As soon as Irene had closed the file on Severus Snape (acquitted of all charges and posthumous Order of Merlin awarded) Potter had coughed and said “So, Regulus Black,” and Irene had come close to achieving what the Dark Lord couldn’t.

Potter comes bearing donuts and some leftovers from Mrs Weasley’s famous fruit cake. He also comes with a present: a piece of one of Mrs Weasley’s tablecloths with a signed account of what happened in the Eynsham incident.

“Ron’s birthday is in March,” Potter says. “I can get you another piece of testimony then. Do share this with the press, will you? There is a dear. I saved this piece of fruit cake just for you.”

It takes Bertha eight years and ten months to close all the files. She hopes the press makes Percy’s life unbearable for just as long.

#asks #percy weasley #verse: percy ministry spy #harry potter #Anonymous

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mother-snake · 4 years

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self preservation

@idkanameatall enjoy the angst!

to everyone, ask and the next story i write i shall tagg you if youd like so you dont miss out!

(sorry for this lengthy boi. Also, my cat missy says hello

Word count- 3769)

angst. very angsty and i dont know what else to put as a warning cause i wrote 90 precent of this around two weeks ago... please say if there is something im missing... :P

- janus helps the others but can they help him, thast baiscaly the plot-

The first person to get a slight feel for Janus’s intentions was Logan.

He had huddled himself into his room for a couple days, trying his best to make a schedule that he knew would just end up being forgotten by the others. his computer screen was blank. He hadn’t even started. The knowledge of the fact that it wasn’t going to be used stopping him. Why should he do this if it will just be disregarded? he knew they wouldn’t listen to him I he just asked for them to try and stick to the plan. They would only ignore and apologise. He’d forgive them and it would continue like that.

His eyes were heavy. He hadn’t felt like this in a long while. Not since Thomas was a teenager, when he was always being worked overtime.

He was fine. He was going to be okay. They would listen this time.

It was then that he sensed the other presence in his room. He didn’t need to turn to know that the deceitful side was there. It was six, he would always visit around this time every other day.

But when he looked at the time, he knew it was for another reason. It was three in the morning, and he had visited yesterday. so why was he here?

“lying to yourself I see Logan,” he let out a sigh, “get some rest, you’ve been in here for four days,” “I can’t, I need to get this done,” Logan muttered to himself as he stared at the screen. “Logan, your over worked, you’re tired. Continue this tomorrow, it will still be here when you wake up,” the scale covered side closed over the computer screen and stared at the logical side with a small smile.

It was then that Logan realised he had actually started crying.

Janus held a hand out to the other who took it thankfully. His legs shook as he tried to stand up. the bed looked enticing to him. He was hit by a wave of pure tiredness.

He didn’t remember falling asleep? he felt something giving off a small amount of heat and tucked himself closer. He heard a small chuckle. That wasn’t normal. he cracked his eyes open to be met with Janus smiling at him. Oh… he forgot about the other side.

He locked gazes with the other side for couple seconds before looking away with a small blush. “how do you feel?” Janus asked. “I… don’t feel anything” he stated. “that’s a lie, try again Logan,” “I… I feel better,” he did feel better, just a little bit drained but not as much as he did yesterday.

Half an hour later they were downstairs in the kitchen. Logan being the earliest up wouldn’t be a surprise to the others, but Janus still lived over in the dark side. he had always wondered what it was like over there. He wondered if it looked anything like the light side’s commons. How many other dark sides where there.

For the first time as the kitchen light flickered on, he caught something familiar the other side was wearing. Several things actually.

“is that Virgil’s old hoodie?”

The back hoodie was one he wouldn’t forget. The green fabric around his neck acting like a scarf he recognised as Remus old sash. It was bizarre to see. But he didn’t mind.

“yes, he gave it to me when he changed his outfit,” Janus spoke as he grabbed two bowls from the coubard.

“so, the scarf I take it was Remus old sash?” he only got a nod in response.

The deceitful side put a bowl of chocolate pebbles in front of Logan who sat down at the table. The other side had a bowl of krispies. Oh, he hoped that roman didn’t think it was him that stole his cereal again.

The two ate in silence. Both found it quite pleasant, but for two different reasons.

One because he hated how loud the others could get, the other because he had some company, something he hadn’t had in a very long time.

By the time the others had come down the stairs, Janus had long gone knowing they wouldn’t take too well to his company. A small part of him was upset that the other wouldn’t stay longer.

Patton had been the first to arrive. He smiled as he saw Logan sitting at the table. the next two to come down were the twins. Both giving a loud hello to the others in the room. the last one up was Virgil. Upon entering the room, he could feel the slightly heightened anxiety coming from the logical side. He gave Patton a quick look. He must have sensed something too.

Logan looked round the now busy room and made his way over to the exit. He was aware that Virgil had left after him. So when he was tapped on the shoulder and turned to see the anxious side he just stared. “you okay specks?” “what do you mean Virgil?” “well… I can feel your anxiety coming off you for one and second you were staring at the door for a while,” “oh, I see. I didn’t mean to stare, just have a lot on my mind, still got the schedule to finish,” his voice ending in a whisper.

Virgil looked at the other. He rarely showed emotion, this must have been affecting him.

“well, take a break and watch a movie?” Virgil began, “ill let you pick,”

It wasn’t noticeable, but a small smile appeared on his face, “that sounds reasonable,”

If he had arrived in his room, he would have caught deceit sitting at his desk for a while with a smile on his face. He could feel the others emotions falling back into place from there.

The next was Patton. He had been known for stress baking. Every night instead of sleeping he would bake cookies. The unfortunate part of that today was the fact he had enough cookies to feed a small village.

He grumbled as he looked at the enormous pile of chocolate chip cookies, peanut flapjacks and muffins. A thought crossed his mind.

Thus, he picked up a tuber-ware box and began to fill it as much as possible.

When he knew he could get no more into it he proceeded to make his way somewhere he hadn’t thought he would ever go. the door to the dark side was black with one panel of yellow glass, but it was to blurry to see anything on the inside. He could hear however what sounded like a movie playing.

He gave the door a quick knock. The noise stopped and replaced by shuffling, the door creaked open and he was met with a yellow eye. “why aren’t you here Patton?” the voice was smooth. “I brought you something, I hope you don’t mind,” he scratched the back of his head as he lifted the rather large container up a little.

The other side looked surprised before he opened the door the rest of the way and gestured the other to come inside. he gingerly made his way and was immediately hit with the smell of fresh bread and coffee. It was a welcoming smell.

“would you like some tea?” the other asked.

Not wanting to be rude he gave a small nod. “just set it down on the coffee table, I’ll be back in a minuet,”

True to his word he came back with a cup of tea. It was also then that Patton had seen what he was wearing. A smile appeared as he saw the dark sides toothless wonzie. It made sense, he was half way through the second movie. “you like how to train your dragon,” Patton grinned “what gave it away?” he passed the tea over and opened the box of goodies pulling out a muffin.

He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over the both of them. Patton smiled at the gesture. Soon the movie was back on. as it continued, he could hear Janus mutter almost every line that played. Then when the credits came, he sang the song. the third movie was put on. He could feel the others emotions. It was mainly happy but he could feel a deep sadness. “you okay kiddo?” he whispered. “of course, just don’t like the fact it’s the final movie, knowing it’s going to end hurts I suppose, but at least I can reply the movies,” Patton pondered that for a second.

When the movie ended Janus and Patton were both in tears. But both eventually calmed themselves. “I must ask Patton, what was the real reason you’re here?” Janus asked to the other. “don’t tell the others, but I tend to bake when I can’t sleep and I made far too much today,” Patton said. he shifted his gaze away from the others inquisitive gaze. “well the, perhaps next time if you’d like, we could do this again?” Janus spoke. “would you be alright with that? I don’t want to wake you by accident,” Patton responded. “it will be perfectly fine Patton, now I suggest you head to bed and try to get some sleep,” the window behind the tv showed that sunbeams were beginning to peak over giving the room a slight yellow huge. “alright kiddo, same goes for you, you need some sleep too,”

A couple minuets later he was back in his room. He practically collapsed as he made his way to his bed. The softness of the sheets lulling him to sleep.

Roman was the next. he hadn’t spoken to Janus since that incident around a month ago. it was two days after then that Remus had moved his room. But the two had connected together. Remus right now was in the imagination. Leaving him sitting in the shared room.

A sigh left his lips as he looked around the room. He just didn’t know. He wanted to apologize for making fun of the others name. but he didn’t know if he was ready to face the other. Logan, Virgil and Patton were busy as of right now, so he could easily watch some Disney for now.

That is how he found himself staring in the light sides living room at a familiar figure watering the few plants that lay around the room. he stood still for a couple second. this was fine.

“I could hear that lie from over here,” he groaned, “don’t worry ill leave if you want me to,” his voice was softer than normal, his gloved hands picked away at the bottom of his lose shirt.

“its fine, actually I would like to speak to you, if you don’t mind,” roman spoke.

Janus just sighed in response and sat down on one of the armchairs. roman sat near on the sofa, not really sure where to start. “well… I suppose I should say sorry,” roman began hesitantly, “I’m sorry I made fun of your name, that wasn’t my best moment,”

Roman shifted as the other stared at him.

“you shouldn’t be the one to apologise roman,” Janus muttered,” I was the one who manipulated you, I pushed you further than I should have. I also apologise for what I said after, I know that it was a dirty move,”

The two sat there for a while. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. But they both felt slightly better. Not as good as before but still better none the less. the silence was interrupted by Remus yelling. He was coming close. “well then, best be on my way,” Janus smiled at the other weakly. “id like to talk to you later if you wouldn’t mind Janus,” roman said, “I’d like to try out some scripts?”

The deceitful side nodded, and as soon as Remus was in the room, the other side seemed to vanish.

Later that night, they were setting up the table. Roman stared at the table. A couple seats were empty. Not enough people to fill them up. he stood still for a couple seconds too long. Logan and Patton who had been cooking and were just beginning to put the food on the table looked between each other with worried looks. “are you okay roman?” “yes, I was just wondering if we could perhaps invite our resident snake?” their shocked looks didn’t go unnoticed. “you two have talked then,” Logan stated, getting a nod in response. “very well the, go quickly,”

Roman excitedly made his way down the halls of the mind palace. He didn’t forget where the door was. He remembered when he was younger, he used to sneak here to play with Remus.

Then the door was there. The door had changed. Instead of three different coloured glass panes there was only one.

He quickly knocked on the door. It opened a couple seconds later with Janus standing looking confused at the other. Mildly confused as he was grinning.

“I am here to invite you to dinner my good sir,” roman said as he outstretched his hand. “do the other know you’re here?” “Logan and Patton do, if that’s what you mean,” “fine, but I can leave if I want to,” he took the others hand.

The walk was silent. The noise from the kitchen getting louder. He could feel deceit start to freeze up. he gave a quick squeeze as they continued on walking.

They arrived there sooner than they imagined. Patton noting deceit gave quick wave, Logan did the same and gestured for them to sit. the previous dark sides hadn’t been facing the two so when they turned to see the scales of the other, they immediately went silent watching his every move.

Janus sat down in an empty seat next to Logan, but opposite to roman. The ex-darks only sent sharp glares to the scaled one.

The dinner was quiet, no one spoke, the tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. Eventually Janus stood up, he gave a quick goodbye before he left. Virgil let out a sigh of relief as he left the room. Remus relaxed as well. Logan looked at roman with the same expression with one another. The plate that Janus had been eating from was barely halfway eaten.

The two seemed to have a small eye discussion before Logan stood up and left as well.

The day went on semi normal from then on. Roman glanced back to where the logical side had disappeared.

It was the next day that he saw the logical side, he was sitting in the kitchen once again. A book he hadn’t seen before in his hands. The words were covered but he did manage to find a name ‘the maze runner’.

He wasn’t normally up this early, Patton would be up before hand most days, but occasionally this ended up happening.

Thomas was the next. This day was different than normal. He had meant to go on a date. But when he had arrived there was no one there, two hours later and no one had arrived.

So now he was sitting in the living room watching steven universe trying to ignore the feelings that were creeping up on him. so he was rather surprised when he felt a weight sit down next to him. He had thought it was Patton so he didn’t really mind. But if had turned to look he would have seen a figure in a black wonzie.

He was just staring at the screen, not really watching. He felt and arm wrap around him and the figure pulled him close to their chest. His eyes felt heavy as he leaned into the soft comfort of whoever I was. soon he was fast asleep.

When he woke up, he was still lying on the sofa. It was then that he realised there was someone he was using as a warm pillow. as he cracked his eyes open, he tilted his head up to meet the face of a sleeping snake boi. to say he was surprised was an understatement, but he didn’t move in fear of waking the other side up accidentally. Thus, he stayed unmoving for another thirty minutes. it was when he felt the other shift did, he realise the other had begun to slowly wake up. Thomas sat upright to give the other some space. it was then that he realised the other was waring a wonzie as well. A toothless one that seemed to be one size to big. he smiled as the other muttered a quick good morning.

“how long were you there Janus?” Thomas asked. “since last night, you were unknowingly lying to yourself and summoned me,” he yawned. “oh sorry for that then,” “no need, I wasn’t really doing much in the first place.”

Thomas stood up and clambered over to the kitchen and took two bowls out of the coubard. When he turned to ask the other what he wanted, he found no one there. he looked at where the other had previously been and began to worry. A small part wondering what the other was planning… but another part happy that he had been there for him. maybe in the future he could repay that.

Remus… oh how he missed his friend. He was angry at himself for messing up what once had been a chaotic friendship. he knew his words would have an effect on the other the moment he would hear the words that had been spat like venom.

Virgil, he wouldn’t be surprised if his mother and son relationship had been torn beyond repair. He missed his dark shadow. Wished he could take those words back from their final meeting. But alas, the other wouldn’t even bat an eye in his direction anymore.

And that’s how he found himself curled up on his bed crying silent tears. He had been doing this well… it was the only thing he could do. He barely had anyone. The light sides were only just warming up to him along with Thomas. and yet his room unlike the others stayed still. And he knew why.

Virgil and Remus, they believed that the others had accepted them. They knew they had been.

Janus knew he wouldn’t be. No matter what was spoken. No matter who said the words. He was deceit. Lying was always wrong. His scales were hated. He was hated.

Then the tug. That tug he had never felt before but Virgil had described it long ago. he was being summoned. He ignored it. He wasn’t wanted. They were just going to throw his ideas to the ground and say he was lying.

Then the tug came back a little stronger. And again, and again.

He tried his best to compose himself as Soon he couldn’t block the feeling anymore and could feel himself being pulled into the real world. He appeared in a spot next to the stairs. Logan was next to him looking at the other with a slight worried look. One you’d find if you payed close attention.

He took a deep breath before it hitched as he looked around the room. Everyone was looking at him. “may I ask why you weren’t so insistent on summoning me?” he said. “we were wondering if you were okay, we hadn’t seen you in a while and we were getting concerned,” Thomas stated, worry laced in his voice. “I’m fine, I assure you,” Janus said staring at the other.

“see I told you snake face was fine,” grumbled Virgil on the stairs. Janus winced at the harsh words. They had all seen it however, the small flinch as Virgil verbally attacked his scales.

“Janus?” Patton mumbled. “I’m FINE.”

Everyone looked wide eyed at the others outburst. Even Remus and Virgil. It wasn’t often they had seen this type of emotion coming off the other. Virgil could feel the intense spark of anxiety that had filled him as he spoke.

Remus heard his thoughts. His mother figure… god if he could stab everyone other than Janus then he definitely would.

Patton could feel the sadness roll of him the moment he had appeared. But now it was so visible it made him take a breath that he hadn’t realised he had been holding.

Logan looked at the other with wide eyes. Not expecting the only other functioning braincell to have such an outburst.

Roman just felt guilt. He knew that this was long overdue. He knew the other wasn’t fine. He knew how easy it was to hide under a facade of fake emotion. That sooner or later it would overwhelm.

“I’m sorry,” Janus whispered. he had begun to sink down when I hand caught his arm. His eyes snapped to see the logical side before being pulled into a hug by him. His embrace was tight. Janus only cried at the warmth and comfort of the other. then he could feel another join. He didn’t look up. but only cried harder. He hugged Logan back ad best as he could.

Soon he was sure that a couple more had joined in the cuddle pile.

His eyes were heavy, but he was waking up? his eyes opened, he was sandwiched between Logan and Virgil. The ex-dark had his head tucked in the crook of his neck. Logan had an arm wrapped around his waist.

Patton and roman were on the other side of the couch. Thomas was lying with his head in Patton’s lap. Remus was spread like a starfish on the floor.

He mentally freaked out for one or two minuets before the events of yesterday came pooling into his mind. ah, they had fallen asleep watching how to train your dragon.

Everyone else was still asleep. And he knew he couldn’t move. But one thing had crossed his mind. A happy thought he hadn’t been able to think in months. was he accepted? Well, he would wait for now.

And if later he had gone back into his room and open his door, he would find a hall filled with other multi coloured doors. Well, he would smile wide and join the others for breakfast and attempt to strike a conversation with Logan, and it would lead to Virgil and Remus laughing so hard that they would fall to the ground in tears. Patton and roman would only look on in confusion. But they would still be smiling.

After all their famILY was complete.

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