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10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat · 3 years

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Pairing: Commander Fox x GN!Reader Pen Pal Fic

Premise: based off this post I made a while back where I mused on the concept of a clone/reader insert pen pal fic. Starting off with Fox based on a suggestion by @istanmyman

Word count: ~3.9k

Rating: G

Other notes: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, apparently I can only write Thorn as Fox’s best bro and nosy wingman

When you heard the news that the Grand Army of the Republic was starting up a correspondence program for troopers and civilians to connect and communicate, you immediately signed up for it. Not that your friends and family weren’t enough for you, it was just that you itched to learn more about the galaxy and what it was like to live and travel among the stars. Enrolling in the program was the closest you were going to get until you were able to travel yourself.

(That, and you were curious to learn more about the clones who were fighting for the Republic.)

Around a month after signing up for the program, you learned you were matched with CC-1010, also known as “Fox.” A few days after learning about your match, you received your first message from him.

Hello,

I am Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard. I am stationed on Coruscant, where I oversee the security of the Senate, manage operations at the military base on the planet, and coordinate with local authorities to maintain public safety. My fellow Guard Commanders and I are participating in this correspondence program to connect with Republic citizens we have sworn to protect and defend. I look forward to communicating with you.

Regards,

Commander Fox

His opening message was … something. It read like he didn’t want to be in the program, like his fellow Commanders may have forced him to do it with them. You also supposed he may have not known how else to introduce himself, and that was the best way he could think of to make a good first impression.

Regardless of the reason for his overly stiff and formal introduction, you wrote up your first message to Fox:

Hello Commander Fox, it’s nice to meet you!

I live on Naboo, in a small town in the lake country. I have a job in my grandmother’s tea shop. It’s not nearly as exciting as guarding Senators or catching bad guys, but it’s quiet and peaceful. I’m saving up to travel the galaxy one day, and until then the next best thing is talking with people like you who live in different places.

I do have some questions for you: what’s it like living on Coruscant? What do you do in your free time? Do you have any exciting stories about saving Senators from Separatists that you can share?

Hope to hear from you soon!

You signed with your name and sent the message.

A few days later, Fox sent his response. He greeted you by name in his opening line then went on to say:

Coruscant is loud, crowded, and messy. Feels like the planet never sleeps, with all the noise and lights at all hours of the day. My troopers and I live in barracks on the surface, and we don’t get much free time. Some of the boys like to go to this bar called 79’s that a lot of clones frequent. It’s not my favorite place, though. When I have free time, I like to relax with a good book, watch holodramas, or catch up on sleep. The work we do is important and a great service to the Republic, but a quiet peaceful life on Naboo with no excitement would be a welcome change of pace compared to my current station.

I haven’t rescued any Senators in the line of duty, but I did help Senator Amidala arrest Ziro the Hutt at the beginning of the war. I like Senator Amidala, she has a good head on her shoulders.

(She’s your Senator, isn’t she?)

I hope that’s what you were wanting to hear.

Looking forward to your response,

Commander Fox

You smiled to yourself as you read his message, and you imagined him in full armor laying back in a bed reading a book. Quiet, restful moments that you took for granted in your quiet life must have been sacred to a man like Fox.

The following day, you hiked out to the nearest lake to take pictures. You made sure to capture the lush green grass surrounding the lake, the colorful wildflowers growing along the shore, the sparkling crystal blue waters, and the majestic waterfalls that poured water into the lake. You made sure to include the pictures in the next message you wrote to Fox:

Senator Amidala is indeed from Naboo. She was our Queen too, back when I was younger. Everyone in my town loves her, and my grandma even has her royal portrait on display in the shop.

Not much has really happened since I last wrote to you. But I did go out and take some pictures of a nearby lake! The pictures are included with this message. I hope they can give you a small taste of my quiet life here.

Three weeks went by, and you hadn’t received a message from Fox. At first you figured he was busy with his duties. Then you worried that your pictures of the lake soured his mood, reminding him of something he couldn’t have. Then … you feared the worst.

One day after work, you went home and checked your message inbox on your computer. There was a message waiting for you from Fox. You breathed a sigh of relief as you opened it and read:

I’m sorry it took me so long to write you back. There was a bombing that took out the Senate’s power grid, and then a hostage crisis with bounty hunters, and then Ziro the Hutt escaped from prison. When I haven’t been scouring the city for Ziro or his accomplices, I have been neck-deep in paperwork.

Ironic, how right after I brag about helping bring Ziro into custody, he escapes.

I appreciate the pictures you sent me. Naboo looks like a beautiful planet. I would love to visit someday.

~ Fox

You took note of how he signed off with just his name, not his rank, and then you leaned back in your chair to mull over what to say to him. Your first idea was to invite him to visit Naboo once the war was over, but who knew when that would be. Unable to think of anything to say, you decided to come back to it later as you went about your evening.

The next day while you were at work, you served a customer some herbal tea that was supposed to have a relaxing effect. The customer didn’t stick around long enough for you to see if it worked, but you took a tin full of the loose-leaf tea home with you after your shift. You reviewed the rules of the correspondence program, confirming that it would be appropriate to send a package to Fox, and then you packaged the tea up and took it to the shipping depot to send to Coruscant.

Stars, shipping items to Coruscant was expensive. Fox better like that tea, you thought.

Hello Fox,

I don’t mind that you wrote late. I’m just glad that nothing happened to you.

That really is some rotten luck, Ziro escaping. I hope you or the Jedi catch him and take him back to prison. In the meantime, remember to rest and take care of yourself! Coruscant needs a great Commander like you looking out for it, and I like having you as my pen pal.

I sent you a package with some tea from the shop. It’s a relaxation blend. I haven’t tried it, but it’s popular with customers. It should arrive in the next rotation or two. Hope you like it.

Three days later you got his next message:

The tea is wonderful. I had a cup of it an hour before going to bed, and I had the best sleep of my life. Thank you.

~Fox

Short and sweet, but you couldn’t ask for more.

Over the following weeks you and Fox continued to exchange messages. The two of you discovered that you shared a common interest in a holodrama series and dedicated several messages to discussing it and predicting what might happen in the coming episodes. You sent him more pictures of the countryside and of your village, and he sent you pictures of the Coruscant skyline at sunset: the way the golden light of the sun glinted off the shining chrome towers was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen, and it moved Coruscant up a few spots on your list of places to visit.

At one point you looked up pictures of the clones on the Holonet to get an idea of what Fox might look like. However, the only pictures of the troopers you could find showed them with their helmets on. The closest you could get was a ten-year-old picture of Jango Fett; Jango was ridiculously handsome, so it would stand to reason that Fox would be too.

Fox gradually began loosening up, and he shared stories about growing up on Kamino or shenanigans his brothers got into. He hinted at there being some interpersonal drama among some Senators, but he didn’t name names since he knew the supervisors of the correspondence program read his messages before sending them to you, to make sure he wasn’t divulging information he shouldn’t be.

Fox also asked you more questions about your life. You told him about your childhood, your relationship with your parents, how you got your job at your grandmother’s shop, about your friends that moved to Theed for work or university studies, and all the places in the galaxy you wanted to visit.

You mentioned wanting to see Felucia, and in his next message Fox included pictures of the planet’s colorful trees, plants, flowers, and shrubs – including a few at night, when the vegetation gave off a bioluminescent glow.

One of my fellow Commanders spends a lot of time doing missions on Felucia. I asked him for pictures to show you and he took these and sent them to me.

I’m trying to get him to join this correspondence program too, but he won’t agree to it. He spends a lot of time with his Jedi, maybe that’s enough for him.

I’ve had a lot of mixed feelings about not having a Jedi. I think about how some of them seem like a pain to work with and that it might not be worth the trouble, but then I see other Jedi treat the men under their command as friends or even family.

Which is why I’ve come to appreciate your messages. When I get them, they’re the highlight of my day. For a brief amount of time I feel like a normal person. I’ve never met you face-to-face, I don’t even know what you look like, but I consider you a friend.

~Fox

Getting pictures of Felucia from Fox made you feel all warm and fluttery inside. What he said about feeling like a normal person did as well, but it broke your heart at the same time. You wanted to stow away on a ship to Coruscant to give him a hug, and then go kick the behinds of anyone who ever made him feel bad about himself. Especially since he and his brothers worked so hard to keep people safe … it was a crime that they weren’t getting the recognition they deserved.

You snapped a picture of yourself to include in your next message, making sure the lighting and angle were just right so you looked your best. It also helped that you just happened to be wearing a color that you thought you looked good in.

Thank you for the pictures of Felucia! When I look at them it’s almost like I’m actually there. Please pass my gratitude along to your brother who took them.

I think of you as a friend too. I’m grateful to have you defending the Republic, and I’m glad to have you as my pen pal.

I don’t have much to offer you right now, other than a picture of me. At least now you can know what I look like.

You sent the message with the picture, leaned back in your chair, and watched the monitor of your computer. You knew that Fox wasn’t going to write back that same night, but you imagined him opening the message, reading your words, seeing your picture, and smiling the way his message made you smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Were you developing a crush on him?

…

Then again, so what if you were? You didn’t have to tell him, you could hide it. He was parsecs away on another planet. And he was a clone; would he even be allowed to date if he wanted to? Nothing would or could come of it. If a crush was forming, with any luck it would go away on its own. But that didn’t stop you from double-checking how many credits you had in your savings and comparing that number to the cost for a ticket to Coruscant.

Four days went by during which you went about your usual business, often distracted by thoughts of Fox how his day might have been going. Maybe he was chasing Separatists or criminals around, or maybe he was buried under another mound of paperwork. You wondered if he caught the newest episode of the holodrama you both liked; you couldn’t wait to talk about it with him. That little crush you were sure would fade away wasn’t going anywhere, and it both delighted and frustrated you.

The first thing you did after you got home from your shift was check your messages. It had become routine at this point, especially since a new message from him easily became the highlight of your day. However, the message in your inbox – presumably from Fox – was not what you thought it would be:

Greetings, Fox’s Pen Pal!

I don’t know if you’ve noticed yet, but Fox has it BAD for you. I’ve been watching him write these messages to you and hemming and hawing around the barracks and his office making sure he gets every word just right. He’s got your pictures of the lakes and fields on Naboo framed on the wall of his office, he drank all that tea you sent him and he still keeps the tin on his desk right next to your selfie. And if you knew the amount of favors he had to cash in to get our brother Bly to get those pictures of Felucia for you! (it’s a lot, trust me)

Anyway, I thought you ought to know. I told him to make a move and be honest about his feelings but he’s shy. So even though I might be overstepping some boundaries, I feel like it’s my brotherly duty to intervene on his behalf. If there’s a chance you might feel the same way, you should tell him. If you don’t, proceed how you will but please go easy on him.

If it influences your decision-making process at all, I included a picture of him. He’s a good-looking guy if I do say so myself, although he’s not as handsome as me 😉

Yours truly,

Commander Thorn

PS – please don’t tell Fox that I wrote you using his account.

You sat at your computer, staring blankly at the words on the screen, taking minutes to process what you just read … and then you remembered there was a picture attached to the message, so you opened up the attachment.

Jango Fett may have been handsome, but Fox was gorgeous. He looked like he was in his early- or mid-twenties, although there were wisps of gray hair above his ears by his temples. His hair was cropped close along the sides and longer on top, and you took a minute to admire his curl pattern. He wasn’t smiling in the picture, his face wearing a more neutral resting expression that showed off the scar running along the corner of his mouth. Finally, you noticed his eyes: framed by dark circles, his irises were a deep, inviting shade of brown. What would it be like to look into his eyes in person, or run your hands through his hair, or trace his scar with your thumb before you went in to –

You stopped yourself. You were getting carried away. Heat rose up the back of your neck and across your cheeks.

For the rest of the evening you mulled over what to do next. You knew you wanted to tell him that you liked him too … but doing it over a message didn’t feel like enough. Turning up unannounced was a bad idea too. Would he even want you to show up in person? And since you didn’t have his contact information outside of the correspondence program, you didn’t have a way to call him for a face-to-face talk via holotransceiver.

Unsure of what to do, you fired off a message as soon as the fleeting idea for it popped into your brain. Would you regret it? Maybe. Only one way to find out.

Hi Fox,

I want to come visit you on Coruscant. When will you be free?

It only took a few minutes for him to respond, but it felt like hours. The entire time your heart pounded furiously in your chest, and you bounced your leg up and down since you could barely contain your jitters inside your body. There was a chance he would say no, Thorn did say he was shy after all. But when his message came through, you opened it immediately, and all the jitters melted away.

I see you got Thorn’s message … lucky for us he’ll be available to cover for me when I’m off-duty to host you. Let me know when you’re coming.

Your mouth instantly spread into a grin … you could hardly believe it. It hardly seemed real, even as you opened up a Holonet page to book a roundtrip ticket.

Four rotations later, your transport came into orbit around Coruscant. A shuttle took you from the transport down to the planet’s surface, and you were in awe of the densely-packed constellations of lights twinkling up from the planet’s surface. Descending into the atmosphere, those lights morphed into buildings, and lanes upon lanes of speeder traffic, and seemingly endless grids of buildings. At one point you saw several buildings whose architecture differed from the others; the pilot pointed them out and said they were the Senate Complex and the Jedi Temple, respectively.

You disembarked from the shuttle and paused to look around. Coruscant was nothing like Naboo. Not a speck of green in sight, no signs of nature, just duracrete and grays upon grays as far as the eye could see. And it was loud, just like Fox said it was, with the revving engines and blasting horns from speeders breezing by above your head.

You checked your wrist chrono, seeing that you had two hours until you were due to meet Fox at 79’s. Next, you pulled a datapad out of your bag that contained a map of the planet’s surface and studied how to get from your current position to the hotel you booked for your stay. The hotel was only a couple of blocks from the bar – not that you had certain expectations for this trip or anything, you thought it would be easier to stay nearby.

All in all, it took one hour and fifty minutes to get from the shuttle landing pad to the hotel to drop off your things, and then another eight to get from the hotel to 79’s. In your rush and panic as you navigated Coruscant’s taxi and public transportation systems, you didn’t have time to be too nervous about meeting Fox in person for the first time. But as you walked up to the entrance of the bar with its painfully bright neon signs and the muffled music spilling out from inside, it all hit you.

You took off to a strange planet by yourself to see a man you only knew through messages. If your grandmother had her way she would have stopped you from going. What if he didn’t like you after the trip … what if you didn’t like him? What if something went wrong?

But then you saw him standing by the entrance to the bar, recognizing him by his red-painted armor and the gray hairs above his ears and the thick curls on top of his head that you admired so much. He was surveying the area with a soldier’s laser-sharp focus, perhaps looking for your arrival, and he clutched a small bouquet of colorful flowers to his chest. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up with a smile, the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Your worries seemed to matter less as you broke into a brisk jog to meet him.

“Fox?” you asked, smiling yourself.

“Indeed,” he responded before he handed the flowers to you. “I- uh- I got you these.”

“They’re beautiful, thank you,” you said. No one had ever gotten you flowers before; in the past it didn’t seem like anything to miss out on, but now that you held a bouquet in your arms, you felt special. Treasured, even.

“And, uh, as for the venue ….” Fox’s voice trailed off as he glanced over his shoulder at the bar’s garishly bright neon signs.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” you said, trying to be reassuring.

“I’m not allowed in most places, even when I’m off-duty … and I would have liked to take you somewhere nicer ….” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck. You could hear in his voice just how nervous he was.

“Because … well … you’re special to me. In a way no one else in my life is.”

You smiled at him again, and then wasted no time in leaning forward and pressing your lips to his cheek. It felt right to kiss him like that, but when you pulled back and saw him staring at you in shock and awe, you worried that it was too much too soon.

“C-can I …” he stammered. You nodded, and he angled his face so he could return the gesture. His lips were surprisingly soft against the skin of your cheek, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel or taste like on your own lips.

There would be time for that later, you reminded yourself, if all went well.

“Does this place have food?” you ask him.

“Yes.”

“Drinks?”

“Well it is a bar … they have non-alcoholic drinks too, if that’s what you prefer.”

“Then it’s got everything I need. I don’t know what I would do with myself at a fancy restaurant anyway.”

“I imagine a restaurant would be quieter and allow for some proper conversation … but Thorn told me about a spot inside where we’ll be able to talk and hear each other without having to shout over the music.” Fox added.

“Sounds perfect,” you said with a smile.

Fox offered his arm to you and you took it, wrapping your hand around his bicep just above his elbow so he could lead you into the bar. Throughout the evening any time your eyes met his you felt safe, like you were the only person in the universe, and that you needed to figure out a way to make regular visits to Coruscant.

No matter what, you would always be glad you got Fox as a pen pal, and that you came to visit him. Especially since it was more fun to rant and rave about the newest episode of the holodrama in person.

#reader insert isn't my forte so I hope this is okay XD #commander fox #commander fox x reader #commander fox x you #clone trooper x reader #clone wars #star wars #my writing

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migleefulmoments · 5 years

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Crisscolfer Strategy #1

I stumbled upon this 2017 post from Abby and I was struck by the first 2 paragraphs because she lays out her strategy for finding cc proof- nothing is surprising but to see her admit the simplicity of the 3-prong approach is breathtaking. For someone who spent a lot of time claiming she knew more than she could share, it’s impossible to imagine where that type of knowledge fits into this simplistic strategy. The rest of this writing covers satangate- I did make some comments but you can skip it if you want:

(X)Anonymous asked: I've been out of the CC game for a while since I moved but I still ship them. Basically I want to know if there's been any recent interaction between Chris and Darren cuz I can't find anything but I saw Darren's tweet about if you insult his you insult him and it really shocked me I've missed so much!

ajw720 answered: Hi anon. Darren and Chris have not publicly been seen together since the end of Glee. They both did the march in LA last week. But we’re a block or two apart. Fact is. Ours is not an easy ship to sail. To believe. You have to look at everything from the clues on social media. To the messages in chris’ books. And the ones in the lyrics of songs Darren talks about. Some clues are overt, like My Chris Col-Fur, some more subtle like a reference to Flounder a few days after the Little Mermaid. (Here she sums up her strategy and it looks as pathetic as it is. To believe in CrissColfer you have to look for clues on social media, find the messages in Chris’s books and Darren’s song lyrics-not songs he writes but songs he talks about as if he is Blaine breaking into song to express himself at Dalton. That’s it! That is the cc recipe for finding CrissColfer clues: hyper-analyze social media, read Chris’s children’s books, and hyper-analyze song’s Darren talks about.)

To be here and believe. You have to be smart, observant, thick skinned, resilient and patient. And you have to be willing to overlook the many lies that have been told. (Now she sets expectations- they spent years bragging about how smart and observant they are. That has stopped in the last year or so- I guess the wedding she didn’t see coming even after Darren, Mia, Chord and a bunch of StarKids all headed to NOLA and Vera Wang posted on IG about a special wedding shook her enough to stop claiming she was observant. Smart? If you spend 5-10 years believing Darren’s life as told only through gifs, screen captures, and anon stories than you are not very smart. You have to be thick-skinned because Abby loved Darren and finding Darren and Mia together was very difficult. You have to be resilient and patient because there isn’t much cc evidence to find. This was written in 2017 - two years post-Glee so she knew that very little evidence was to be had and that the days of Chris and Darren hanging out bts or at work events were long over. The last line is the most. telling “you have to be willing to overlook the many lies that have been told”. Of course, the “lies that have been told" are actually Darren’s truth.)

But honestly. There’s enough. 2 years later and the clues are plentiful. And frequent. And we have the help of Team Beard who thankfully are horrific at their job. Plus. Chris truly is the captain. He can say what he wants about fandom. But he gives to ours a lot. (This is very disingenuous- there weren’t many clues at this point. The clues were in Chris’s books and Darren’s song. Mostly they were still skating by reblogging the cc evidence collected during Glee but that was getting very tired and stale).

Satangate. Not a lot is known to be honest. It was after the DC pops concert. A young fan, said to be about 15 years old, uttered the word Satan. The sound was caught on video. The word was said. No one. No one knows who it was directed at or why she said it. After that Darren left.

Allegedly he returned shortly after. Said fuck you to the young fan. But what’s interesting. No one. Not one single person out of what I understand to be about 10 people caught it on film. So we don’t actually know, do we? Do I think Darren is innocent? Not completely. I’m guessing something occurred. But how bad it was, we have no idea. (This argument is so stupid- Darren walked back in and yelled- it probably took 10 seconds total. The 10 fans were already dispersing and didn’t expect Darren to waltz back in and yell at them. Nobody had any reason to have their phones out or to start recording and it was over in an instant. This was the first time I remember Abby needing “photographic evidence or it didn’t happen” but only when she didn’t like the story. If it was cc-positive- it didn’t matter who or where the evidence came from).

Subsequently there was the disrespect tweet on twitter. No doubt that was posted by Ricky or beard herself. Both of whom were present. (See-no proof required. She just knows it wasn’t Darren who posted the words on his Twitter than matched the message he gave to the small crowd of fans. She doesn’t like the Tweet and she doesn’t like Mia so that is all he proof she needs- Mia did it)

The fall out. Darren got so much hate and for a prolonged period. It appears he called out a young fan for saying the word Satan. Do not get me wrong. No one should be calling names to someone’s face. I don’t agree with that and I think you all know my personal feelings about the people who surround Darren. That is disrespectful. But this was handled terribly and it appears that a young fan was shamed. Not just in person but on social media. By an adult.(Darren does something wrong but it’s everyone’s fault but his-this is a common theme in her writings)

My opinion? I think a bad situation was made worse by the toxic people in Darren’s life. I think he was pressured and didn’t handle it well. I also think it was greatly exaggerated to show him in a bad light. And I think he regretted it. And Again. The tweet is separate and I’m confident they were not his words. (Besides the outrageous excuses she makes for something he did that she didn’t like, she has to add the part about how he felt. There is no way she could know how he felt. It is comments like this that should worry Abby’s sister and anyone who follows cc because of Abby) .

The one good thing. She was banned from fan events for quite sometime. She’d didn’t go to We day in London. Nor was she present at the next 2 pops concerts. And the one in NYC included an after party with Darren and any member of the audience willing to pay the price of admission (to support the pops).

Darren isn’t always perfect. Nor would I be in his shoes. But he tries to learn and correct himself. And, I have said this multiple times, something happened to him the week he was in London. He was off the radar for a week. Officially we do not know his travel companion but can absolutely confirm she wasn’t there as she was tagged by friends in LA multiple times over the week. And well. It’s convenient that chris was completely off the radar that week. Darren came back with a renewed energy. And a renewed spirit. The NYC concert was the Darren we love.(”He tries to learn and correct himself” -again not something we know. It’s something she hopes and wants to be true but not something Darren spoke about readily. Every time Darren was not on social media he was “off the radar”. In truth, he was only off Abby’s radar. Chris is off the radar most of the time as he doesn’t publicize the events he does attend and he doesn’t do fan photos very often).

And I have noticed a difference in the bearding since then. A Major difference. We get heavy chunks of it. But there have been some deliberate choices made and I think Darren has been protecting himself more. She’s limited when he’s working. It was very evident during hedwig when there was little interaction between the two. (In Jan 2017 she was so observant that she noticed a “difference in the bearding” yet he was engaged by Jan 2018 and married by Feb 2019).

So I do think he learned from that event. And I do think changes were made. And I think that’s the important take away here.

#CrissColfer #Darren Criss #Crisscolfer lol #CC #Abby speaks #CC Strategy

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rosesisupposes · 5 years

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Fall to Rise

Part 11 of Another Goddamn Hero Story

read on ao3

Chapter Relationships: Romantic LAMP; Familial LAMPT; Background OC pairings;

Chapter Warnings: Memories of trauma; questioning memories/reality; mentions of past death/murder; cadaver mention; Human experimentation; nonconsensual experimentation; cryogenic freezing; mention of blood loss

Word Count: over 7,600 i’m so sorry

Taglist: @residentanchor @royally-anxious@bewarethegrammarpolice @jemthebookworm@arandompasserby @sparkly-rainbow-salt @astral-eclipse@thelowlysatsuma @monsterinatophat @turtally-pawsome @um-yes-hi-hello @idkaurl @potestessemagishomosexualitatis@hawthornshadow

a/n: yeah, it's been a minute. i started law school, things got hectic. here’s a Lot of Things

D.R.E.A.M. Index #337501 [UPDATED] Classification: M.1.iv [Primary Tier Neutral, Unknown] Name: Agent Whisper Status: INACTIVE /////////Reason: Reformation-In-Progress, Enrolled Civilian Name: [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Thomas Sanders Affiliation: Neutral Partners/Sidekicks: DI#A-4894 - Team Left Brain; DI#A-4895 - Team Right Brain; /////////The two teams volunteered to oversee his reformation Primary Foes: None Powers: Pathokinesis - Broad Spectrum; Illusions - Broad Spectrum; Self-Healing/Rejuvenation - Broad Spectrum; /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] There have been multiple edits to this entry, and I’ve no idea why, and I can’t see the history. Can you check this? - Joan Costume: Black t-shirt with a skull that can change between white and floral, jeans. Age: 19 Height: 5’10” Pronouns: He/Him H.E.A.R.T.S. Class: Enrolled Note: Brother of DI#337437 - Gale Force; Presumed killed in IR15-Z-0632, apparently self-healed; Unclear if powers were created by [REDACTED], or if they were always present and [REDACTED]. /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Talyn, what’s going on? Why can’t I un-redact these phrases? /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] I have no idea - these details weren’t added by me. It makes no sense. The note was added, and then edited and redacted. But from the code it looks like both changes were from… Logan?

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D.R.E.A.M. Index #337413 [UPDATED] Classification: Class A.2.iii [Secondary Tier Hero, anomaly] Name: Crimson Marauder Status: ACTIVE Civilian Name: [TOP SECRET] Roman Fitzroy Affiliation: Hero ///////// H.A.T.C.H. Status: On Call Partners/Sidekicks: member of DI#A-4895 - Team Right Brain; Works with DI#A-4894 - Team Left Brain; Primary Foes: N/A Powers: Psionic Construction; /////////Able to manipulate color of constructions along the red spectrum, unless it is a previously-created object being stored in a psionic pocket dimension; Constructs that have persisted need less energy to maintain; complete lack of consciousness can deconstruct Costume: Black Suit with Red Blocks, Gold Belt, Black and Red Cape with Gold accents; Black and gold mask Age: 25 Height: 5’ 11” Pronouns: He/Him H.E.A.R.T.S. Class N/A Note: Formerly known as Scarlet Prince, see DI#337321; Origin and family unknown

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D.R.E.A.M. Index #337437 [UPDATED] Classification: A.1.iv [Primary Tier Hero, unknown] Name: Gale Force Status: ACTIVE ///////// H.A.T.C.H. Status: Blackout Only Civilian Name: [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Patton Sanders Affiliation: Hero Partners/Sidekicks: member of DI#A-4895 - Team Right Brain; Works with DI#A-4894 - Team Left Brain; Primary Foes: N/A Powers: Air Manipulation - Broad Spectrum; Costume: Grey calf-length tunic, slits up to waist with loose sleeves over loose white trousers; light blue belt; matching blue symbol of a hurricane across chest. Does not wear a mask. Age: 21 Height: 5’10” Pronouns: He/Him H.E.A.R.T.S. Class: Enrolled Note: Highly volatile, responsible for deaths of DI#265351 - Commander Eagle and DI#337236 - Silver Sparrow, see IR15-Z-0632; First appearance at Harmony City Foster Care; Origin and family unknown. ///////// Changed affiliation after unmasking of DI#337501 - Agent Whisper revealed to be his brother. Still unclear if he is an anomaly or if the Sanders bloodline is super, particularly because of DI#337501’s involvement in [REDACTED]. /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Talyn, it’s happened again here! Has Logan been messing in our files? /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Joan, this is really troubling - some of the edits have been made while I know Logan has been in the field. DREAM may have been hacked. I’m going to have to suspend all access until further notice.

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“Pat, are you sure about this?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll catch you.”

“This just feels like the superhero equivalent of a whoopie cushion. Or ‘down low, too slow.’”

Patton hugged his brother around the shoulders. “I mean it, Tommy Salami! You won’t be hurt.”

“It’s a long way down, though,” Thomas said, eyeing the edge of the roof nervously.

“Never fear! Your knight is here!” Roman announced, landing gently by the brothers with a smile. He bowed gallantly to the teen. “Sir Roman Fitzroy, on official Safety Net duty!”

Thomas smiled shyly. “You’re sure?”

“Of course, my Very Special Agent! Even if you can’t fly naturally, you’ll feel just like a bird,” Roman said, gesturing off the roof with a flourish. Floating in mid-air was a giant red cushion, soft, plush, and downy.

Other students at HEARTS were mingling around in various levels of trepidation and excitement. Some were confirmed flyers, ready to practice more and to build up their reaction time. Some were like Thomas, testing for latent abilities in a controlled environment. And some knew they couldn’t fly, but were here for the experience anyway.

“Ready?” the teacher called. A ten-year-old wearing what looked suspiciously like a beloved blankie tied around their neck like a cape clapped their hands and nodded. “Here we go!”

The teacher scooped the little one up and tossed them onto the trampoline, launching them into the air in a burst of surprised giggles. Their cape fluttered behind them as they bounced, eyes squeezed tightly shut. When they finally opened them, it was to realize they were floating about fifteen feet above the heads of their classmates.

“I doned it!”

“Yes indeed! You did it!” one of the older students said as their classmates clapped and cheered. The elder girl floated up serenely to their level. “Can you get down yourself?”

The child frowned and focused on their feet. Slowly, they lowered down to the ground once more, sparking another round of applause as the next student stepped up to try.

Finally, it was Thomas’ turn. There were rounds of encouragement from the crowd, though more subdued than they had been for the others. But the youngest students didn’t flinch or waver, just cheered as Thomas offered his hand to the teacher. Patton floated just by the edge of the roof, Roman at his side, ready with the enormous cushion to catch him should he go awry.

Virgil glided up beside the two just as Thomas was tossed onto the trampoline. He bounced high into the air, making a strangled yell that grew louder as he immediately started to plummet. But in a breath, air wrapped around him and he was gently deposited on his feet by Patton’s side.

He smiled shakily at his brother. “I guess you got the ginger and the flying genes, Pat.”

“You okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Thomas said. He looked over at the other students. The ten-year-old who’d gone first was going for a second turn, keeping their eyes open this time. “I think I’ll leave the flying attempts to the experts though. C.C. was right - they said they weren’t sure I’d like it.”

“Who’s-” Patton started, but one of the students walked over with impeccable timing.

“Hi! I’m CC! I’m in Thomas’ class.”

Patton grinned and shook their hand. “I’m Patton, Thomas’ brother.”

“And you’re also Gale Force,” CC said with a nod.

“Only when I’m in uniform! I wouldn’t want you all to think I’m full of hot air,” he replied with a wink.

They laughed brightly. “Ooh, can I add that to my list? I’m documenting super school, you see. The conversations here are so much fun to overhear!”

Patton agreed willingly, and asked about their favorites and classes, watching with pleasure as they drew Thomas into the conversation too. Not everyone was so comfortable with his brother, the shadow of his past still lurking in their minds.

CC smiled suddenly at the brothers, interrupting the conversation. “Did you know? You’re going to be happy.”

“Is that another prediction?” Thomas asked them. He slipped a hand into Patton’s, a tic of seeking reassurance that had been carrying them both through their school days.

CC shook their head, smiling softly. “It’s a guarantee.”

Only feet away, Virgil tugged Roman towards him, fidgeting with the papers in his other hand. “Hey, could you come over here for a second?” Roman looked nervously at Pat and Thomas, not wanting to leave them. Virgil smiled in understanding. “We won’t go far - I’ll help you keep an eye on them. I just want to be safely out of earshot.”

Roman followed him to the the other half of the roof, where the building rose up into the elevated classrooms. He was intrigued by whatever Virgil had to say, but still took the opportunity to slip a hand into his back pocket to squeeze his ass.

Virgil turned with a smile, bringing them chest to chest, and leaned down to steal a kiss. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Depends, is it working?” Roman asked with a wink. The past month had seen them all maintaining a laser-sharp focus on Thomas and his recovery, leaving only the occasional night and stolen moment for them to solidify the affections they’d finally expressed in so many words. Virgil, Logan, and Roman all cared far more about supporting Patton in his reunion and joint recovery with his brother than escalating their relationship - but there were still the occasional moments where they couldn’t, or didn’t want to, restrain themselves.

Virgil drew back smirking, one brow raised. “Up to you, Princey. We can get distracted in the closet right around the corner, or I can share the surprise with you.”

Roman exaggerated his pout, circling Virgil’s muscled waist with both arms. “How dare you pit my love of your kisses against my love of surprises. Can’t I have both?”

Virgil kissed Roman’s temple. “Here, read this first, and maybe there’ll be time for distraction after.”

He handed Roman the sheaf of paper he’d been twisting in his hands. Roman smoothed out the crinkles and glanced over it. He did a double take and looked over it again, reading closer, mouth falling open as he went.

“A new foster home?”

“Not just any foster home,” Virgil said, a smile slowly stretching across his face. “One that’ll allow supers to stay together with non-supers. One that’ll work with HEARTS without making kids leave their home to learn.”

“For them?” Roman asked, glancing back across the roof at Patton and Thomas.

Virgil nodded. “For them and everyone like them. And if a kid is staying there, there won’t be a cost to go to HEARTS. I’m working on Joan to allow the normal foster allowances to go towards school fees.”

Roman smoothed the paper again with hands that shook slightly. “For me,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question, but Virgil nodded all the same, resting a comforting hand on his boyfriend’s waist.

Roman’s eyes filled slightly as he smiled up into Virgil’s dark ones. “Virge, this is wonderful . Where’s it going to be? Who’s gonna run it?”

Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling slightly. “My family’s house, actually. It was my moms’ idea. I already have to talk them out of adopting every single friend they meet - what if I just… didn’t talk them out of it? And I’m hoping that this means Thomas won’t ever have to be on call. His detail can just be protecting the kids, maybe keep Pat with him too-”

Any further words were cut off by Roman tugging his head down to silence him with enthusiastic kiss after kiss. “You wonderful, brilliant, beautiful man,” Roman said in between kisses. “You’re so considerate and sweet and smart!”

The packet of papers were discarded as Virgil responded with equal enthusiasm despite a spreading blush. Roman summoned a discreet wall around them, preempting any students stumbling by.

They could tell the others the news later, at a less interesting time.

~~~~~~

That evening found the brothers Sanders taking time away from the other students again. Mealtimes were fine, but the atmosphere after dinner, where teens and kids and young adults all mixed and played in the common areas still had twinges of uncomfortable familiarity.

So Thomas sat instead with his brother on the roof of the school in the setting sun, staring out at the reflection of the clouds on the harbor. The light bathed his face in blood-red tones as he listened to the crash of waves and call of gulls.

“Patton, I’ve been meaning to ask,” he started, then paused with a nervous laugh. “I don’t know that I really want to know, but I have to find out sometime. How do I know when it became real?”

“What do you mean, kiddo?”

“I spent so long hallucinating in what I think was the facility. But I saw myself escaping almost every day. When did I do it for real? When did I start infecting everyone else with my visions?”

Patton turned to look at his brother. The boy looked scared, but his face was set, even as he refused to make eye contact.

“It was a bit over a month ago that the first attack came,” Patton supplied.

“What happened in that one, Pat?” Thomas asked. His voice was strained and distant.

“Are you sure you want to know, Tommy? You didn’t know what you were doing, you can’t blame yourself-”

“Yes I can, Patton!” Thomas interrupted. “I have to! I didn’t know it was real, but I still chose to attack innocent people, even if I thought they were just illusions. I could have stayed nonviolent, I could have just tried to hide from it all, but I just… it hurt, so much, every time I watched the home collapse around me, every time I had to feel the fire and bricks blasting through us, and I lashed out. I need to know what I did. How else will I ever make up for it?”

Tears leaked out of Patton’s eyes. “You’re… Thomathy, I know you will make up for all of it. We both will. I lashed out, too. We’ll work hard, and we’ll become the heroes we needed when we were younger. We’ll help.”

Thomas grabbed Patton’s hand, squeezing too tightly. “I still need to know, Pat. What did I do that was real? What happened that first time?”

Patton sucked in a shaky breath. “How many of our friends do you remember, from before? From when we were kids?”

Thomas closed his eyes. “I remember… I remember Leo. And Derri and Dahlia. And… Ms. and Miss Parson.” He opened his eyes, looking anxiously at Patton. “Am I right? Were they real?”

“They were real,” Patton confirmed. “They were our Hundred-Acre Wood friends and our moms, or the closest we got.” He steeled himself, breathing in deep. “Do… do you remember Damien?”

Thomas frowned, responding slowly. “Yes, I think I do. He was older than me? He left, early. There was… something happened. An accident?” He looked for confirmation.

“Sort of. The experiments weren’t an accident, but the fire in the lab was. Dam’ got adopted and then the man who’d taken him turned out to be not very nice.”

Thomas stiffened at the mention of ‘lab’, but he squeezed Patton’s hand tight and forced himself to relax. “I… yes, I remember. Did he…?”

“He survived, but we didn’t know it. I only learned he was alive recently… the day of your first real attack. He was transformed, given powers, so he got sent here instead of back home.” Patton gestured to the brick school underneath them. “Tommy… do you remember who was with Damien when he left?”

Thomas spoke sadly, eyes fixed on the horizon, staring off into distant haze of remembrance. “Val. Valerie. Kanga. She… we lost her too.”

Patton swallowed. “She… was in the same place as Damien.”

“And the same thing happened to her?” Thomas turned to look at Patton, his eyes searching for confirmation. At Patton’s nod, he looked off, eyes flitting as he poured through his twisted, unclear memories. “I dreamed about her a lot. I saw her so many times. She kept coming back, sometimes the same age I remember her, sometimes older. One time she brought me Teddy. But usually she just hated me. She blamed me for letting her go and letting her get hurt and... I could never help, never enough.”

Patton squeezed his brother’s hand. “What was the last time you saw her?”

Thomas frowned. “I… the day I hurt Roman. She was there, angry with me, telling me that Roman was the reason she was so hurt. She had burn scars from his light powers, and dark bruises all over.” He looked up. “What that real?”

“No, it wasn’t, kiddo. Roman never met her,” Patton said. Tears were coursing down his face, and his voice was thick. “The last real time was three days before that. She… she was given powers too, like Damien, but they were painful. She had feathers growing out of her skin, purple and black ones…”

Thomas scrambled to stand, backing away from his brother. “No. No, you’re lying! That time wasn’t real, it couldn’t have been!”

Patton stood too, grabbing Thomas’ hand before he walked off the roof by accident. Tears continued to fall down his face. “I’m sorry, Tommy. It’s real.”

“But that means that I-” Thomas choked out, and then the sobs took over as he crumpled to the ground. His entire body shivered and convulsed as the reality of his actions took hold.

Patton knelt with him, trying to hold as much of him as possible, crying into his shirt. “You didn’t know,” he whispered. “You didn’t mean it.”

“But I did it anyway!” Thomas wailed. “What have I done, Pat? What kind of monster am I?”

“The one you were made into,” his brother said, voice hardening despite his grief. “The one the world created, leaving you behind. Like they left me behind.”

“The world didn’t create me, Pat,” Thomas responded. “People did, and I did.”

Now Patton looked at him in confusion. “The heroes? They created me too. They’re part of the world.”

“No, Pat. The people in that facility. The lab. Whatever it was.”

Patton hesitated. “I don’t want to make you talk about it, but… what do you remember of that place? Do you remember faces?”

Thomas wiped his eyes. “No. Maybe I did once, but I- no, I don’t want to remember. It’s too much. Too much pain and fire and…” He curled in on himself again. “Please don’t ask me to remember them, ” he asked in a tiny voice.

Patton wrapped his arms around as much of him as he could, holding him close. “I won’t. I’m sorry, Tommy. It’s okay now. You’re here. You’re safe.”

Thomas reached up a hand to bunch in Patton’s shirt, gripping tightly. “Is this real?” he whispered.

“Real, Thomas. It’s real.”

~~~~~~

Things weren’t always great. Logan had learned to be okay with that. Thomas had nightmares, waking in cold sweat and anger, lashing out at anyone who got close. But slowly, he was recognizing them all faster, seeing them as safe. Recovery would be a long road, but they were all on their way. Virgil had started therapy, partly at Logan’s urging and partly as encouragement for Roman and the Sanders to go too. Logan came sometimes for group sessions, more a supporter than a patient. Roman and Patton had nightmares too, but they always woke to the tangle of limbs in the enormous bed that now dominated most of Virgil’s apartment bedroom. They had a good arrangement, even if Logan was finding that he became far too easily flustered by Roman and Patton’s much more overt forms of affection. It was new and intriguing, but the frequency with which he blushed now was, frankly, embarrassing.

He had time to discover all the new shades of red he was able to turn because the level of super activity had also dropped sharply. Virgil and Logan hadn’t been called since that last attack, and they’d been reveling in their newly-free time by exploring the city as civilians, bringing their boyfriends and Thomas out to the Skylar home in surburbia, and taking them on leisurely flights above the cloud cover. When Logan received a call one morning to go see the mayor at City Hall, he was more intrigued than alert.

“Virge, wanna come?”

“Hm, I didn’t get the call, you think I could?”

“Why not? It’s just Joan.”

“You’re right. C’mon, starlight. Want a lift?”

They walked into the office together, stopping short as they realized the alert hadn’t been quite the casual call they’d assumed. The windows were blocked out with heavy shades. The table was covered in printout and status reports that threatened to drown a very frazzled-looking Talyn in paper.

“Joan, Talyn, what’s going on? You needed to speak with me?” Logan asked. “I brought Virgil, I hope that’s okay…”

Joan paced backed and forth, their normal worry lines looker much deeper than normal. They paused one or twice, about to speak, but glanced at Virgil and Logan, then around the room, and away as they resumed pacing. Finally, they sighed and asked, “Can we go to the roof?”

The roof of City Hall was the same graceful style as the rest of the Neo-Renaissance building, with swooping arches and balustrading that made it stand apart from the marble of the other government buildings. The roof had a cupola that had clearly been designed to make it even more distinctive. Now, it functioned as an entrance for flying supers into the building, one that Virgil preferred if he was arriving without Logan. But that wasn’t its only purpose.

“I’m going to turn on the dampers,” Joan told them bluntly as they filed into the small space from the stairwell.

Logan stiffened in shock, glaring at the mayor.

Virgil reached out a gentle hand to rest on his boyfriend’s back. “I trust it’s for a good reason?” he asked Joan drily.

The mayor nodded. “It’s not about you two. It’s to keep other powers out. I really, really don’t want anyone to overhear.”

Logan sighed, his shoulders falling from their tense position. “I know you wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important. Go ahead.”

Talyn quickly tapped in a PIN on one of the columns, then a now-glowing button. Walls of light blinked into being around them and sealed over the entrance to the rest of the building. Virgil flexed and stretched his free arm. Knowing that his strength and durability were being neutralized wasn’t a comfortable feeling, even if he understood that it was sometimes necessary. He kept the other hand solidly on Logan’s lower back, feeling the man tremble slightly and offering comfort.

“What’s so important that needs all this secrecy, Mayor Stokes,” Logan asked, voice clipped.

Talyn came over with their tablet in both hands. “It’s the database. DREAM’s been compromised.” There was a slight tremor in their hands as they showed Logan the screenshots from the most recently-updated records. “I created this tool, and Joan is the highest-ranking official in the city, and neither of us can read these edits. All we know is that according to the system, you were the one making them.”

Logan took the tablet, staring hard. Finally he looked up. “I didn’t make these changes.” Three pairs of eyes looked back in concern. “But,” he continued, looking at the screen in confusion, “I think I know who did.”

“And who would it be?”

“Drs. Atticus and Portia Lancaster,” Logan said. “My parents. I- it looks like it might be related to their work on the origin of powers. They’ve been hinting at some more exciting experiments.”

“Hold up,” Joan interjected. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

“It was all under the umbrella of EANSC 2.0, and my understanding was they weren’t sure there was anything to find, let alone brief you on. If you didn’t read the full reports, you might not have noticed,” Logan said, removing his glasses to rub his temples. His fingers shook, but his voice remained steady, if a bit detached. “I don’t know the full details myself. If I’d known you hadn’t been informed, I would have procured a summary for you.”

“Lo, we need to get these dampers off and go talk to them,” Virgil said. “If they can tell us more about how to help Thomas, we need to know sooner rather than later.”

Logan replaced his glasses. “Yes. Yes, of course. I- Yes. We shall do that. Yes.”

Virgil paused in his pacing and came over, cupping Logan’s chin in his hand. “Lo? Are you alright?”

Logan looked up at him and attempted a smile. “I… I am trepidatious. I am unclear as to why they would have neglected to inform me, if they made a breakthrough like this seems to imply.” His voice sounded oddly formal and strained. “Let us go discuss with them at once. And, Virgil, if you would - permit me to take the lead, as it were. I am quite confident there will be a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. We need only ask without accusation, and it should be all revealed to us.”

“Logan-” Joan started, but Logan just shook his head. Talyn typed in their PIN again to deactivate the dampers.

“You’ll at least let us know what they say?” Joan asked as Logan and Virgil stepped to the edge of the cupola.

Logan took a deep breath and looked back. “You’ll be the first.” He stepped off the edge, becoming a blur as he did so.

Virgil nodded to both Joan and Talyn before leaping out to follow his partner.

~~~~~~

“Logan! Virgil! What a lovely surprise!”

The Drs. Lancaster were both in their lab at the university, and Portia greeted them both with a smile and a little wave. Her red hair was pulled back into a bun, but wavy strands had popped free, held back only by the headband tied into a bow. Virgil had asked, once, how no one ever recognized the former public face of Harmony City’s Heroes, even if she had changed her last name. The doctor had winked, tapping her frames, and said, “It’s all in the glasses.”

Her husband was able to pause his work too and came over smiling. Virgil had always liked the Docs - they’d welcomed him into their home as his ‘City Family,’ once it became clear he couldn’t commute out to his mums in the suburbs as much as he would have liked.

He really, really hoped that Logan was correct.

“What brings you ‘round, big guy? It’s been months!” Atticus asked, going for a hug. Virgil didn’t so much hug back as he patted the man’s shoulders awkwardly, glancing meaningfully at Logan.

The young man cleared his throat. “Mom, Dad, I have a question for you.”

Atticus’ eyes lit up, looking at Virgil and back to his son. “Are you asking us for our blessing, finally?”

Logan did a slight double-take. “Beg pardon?”

Portia chuckled, slinking an arm around Atticus’ waist. “Your father here has been hoping you’re going to make an honest man out of Virgil soon.”

Virgil blushed deep crimson at that. “I- uh. Our boyfriends might object if we got married without them?”

Logan elbowed him. “Virge, I hadn’t told them that yet-”

“Shit-”

“Boyfriends? Multiple? Are you starting a collection?” Atticus asked, blinking. “Is it like a butterfly collection, are you collecting taxonomic details?”

Logan cleared his throat. “No, Dad. I- Virgil and I have started mutually dating Roman and Patton. All four of us as equal romantic partners.”

A slight crease formed in Portia’s forehead. “Roman and Patton? Have we met them?”

“Not as such, no,” Logan said, not meeting either parents’ eyes as he fiddled with his glasses.

Atticus and Portia stared in a mixture of confusion and concern. Logan shot Virgil a pleading look, linking their fingers together.

Virgil flinched. This conversation was far more personal than he’d been prepared for, but he’d gotten them into this mess in the first place. “You may know them by their super names - Crimson Marauder and Gale Force.”

Logan squeezed Virgil’s fingers so tightly that he would have bruised, if he ever bruised.

Portia pursed her lips, the wrinkle in her brow becoming more pronounced. “Weren’t you fighting them, dear?”

“Yes, Mother, I was,” Logan started. “But things, ah, changed. And they’re reformed now.”

Virgil wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Atticus’ face in something that had to try so hard to taken as a smile. “But they’re villains, Lo?”

“They were villains,” Virgil clarified. “They both went through-- god, they went through some rough shit, and the anger from their experiences made them more villainous for a while there. But they really are wonderful men, and they’re nonviolent now.”

“Well. I suppose such a thing is possible, hypothetically,” Portia replied. She tapped her lips with a long, elegant finger. “If trauma was so involved in their moral failings, what on earth could have shaken them enough that they’re now attempting to erase them?”

If Virgil had been a cat, he would have hissed. Instead, his shoulders and back stiffened even as a chill ran down his spine. He exhaled slowly, making sure he didn’t accidentally squeeze Logan’s hand back. Feeling like this, he might hurt him inadvertently.

“Actually, Mother, Father, the answer to that question is the very question we have come to ask,” Logan said. He stood ramrod straight, meeting his mother’s eyes levelly despite the difference in their heights.

“What’s with the fancy-talk, Lolo?” Atticus asked, chuckling uncomfortably. “We’re all family here.”

“Speaking of family,” Logan continued, “Patton and Roman found their perspective on what makes a hero or villain dramatically changed by the events of the last several months. This was largely to the reappearance of Patton’s brother, Thomas Sanders.”

Virgil had never quite determined if his acute awareness of others’ body movements was part of his powers, or if it was just the natural power of anxiety. But it was enough for him to notice that both the Drs. Lancaster blinked in a way that looked a lot like recognition.

“That may be another name you have not heard, I am aware,” Logan continued. “But I am quite confident you know who he is. His alias was Agent Whisper.”

Portia gasped. “Goodness, how upsetting for your friend that his brother was such a terror upon our city! No wonder he was so upset. Such a reveal, and losing even an evil sibling would be terrible, I’m sure.”

“Dr. Lancaster,” Virgil cut in, “Patton didn’t lose his brother again. Thomas is also in reform. I thought you knew.”

“How would I know, dear?”

“Because you’ve been in the DREAM Index,” Logan replied, taking back the thread.

Atticus smiled, round cheeks crinkling. “Lo, you know she doesn’t have access to that anymore! They can’t let just anyone see all the supers’ data!”

“But you two do. You asked for my information, when I handed off my dissertation. To cross-reference, you said.”

Portia pursed her lips. “We did, didn’t we. It must have slipped my mind.”

Logan frowned. “Mother. Please. One of you has been making edits under my name. I’d like to know why, and what it has to do with Thomas.”

“That was me,” Atticus said. “I was preserving the integrity of our research. You know how important that is.”

“Which research was being implicated?” Portia asked conversationally, as if her only son wasn’t still staring her down.

“Project Charcoal.”

“Ah, a good call, my love. That’s far too sensitive to be revealed.”

“Even to the mayor?” Virgil asked innocently. “Because not even they could see past the redaction.”

Atticus walked over to the lab bench. “Lo, come sit. No need to be so suspicious - you know we’ll tell you everything.”

Logan looked to Virgil automatically, who shrugged in response. Are we ready to do this? Do we have a choice? They squeezed their interlocked hands and sat across the bench from the doctors.

“So. My dissertation became Project Charcoal,” Logan stated.

“Yes, that’s what it came to be called,” Portia said. “EANSC 2.0 was too much of a mouthful, and lost accuracy.”

“And you didn’t tell me this sooner because…?”

“You never asked, kiddo,” Atticus said with a smile. “We were telling you about our experiments - the refining of the dampener field, the RNA sequencing, that’s all under the project!”

Logan frowned. “And yet, there is clearly more that you neglected to mention.”

“Well, yes, but we didn’t want to distract you. Your hero work was more important,” Portia explained. “We were continuing our research on side-effects of EAs on civilians and it ended up being merged together, that was really the only big change we didn’t tell you about.”

“...the side-effect research?” Virgil asked quietly.

“It started after the Mystic Magician,” Logan explained. “He managed to succeed, in a terrible way. The Viper is proof of that, and the Condor was too. But it rocked the conventional understanding of enhanced abilities. My parents and the larger genetic research community started looking into whether or not civilians were affected by being exposed to active abilities.”

Atticus nodded. “We wanted to minimize collateral damage beyond what could be seen. Were bystanders being slowly mutated? Was the density of supers here self-fulfilling? So we looked at both demographic data and autopsies of casualties from super fights. We started seeing the beginnings of patterns, but nothing definite. And then we hit a wall completely when Logan was about nine years old.”

“And then, in a fluke, we discovered the EANSC - the Neutralization & Stasis Chamber. And the dampening field,” Portia said, eyes alight. “An electromagnetic field that affected the use of powers. For the first time ever, there was the idea that abilities could actually be affected externally. We had a whole new way to conceptualize the side-effects and to focus our research. And only two years after we perfected EANSC enough to implement, Logan joined us in studying just how the emotional effects of the dampers were connected to the use of abilities.” She smiled fondly at her son. “If we hadn’t been inspired before, getting to work with you was what really did it.”

Logan smiled back, relaxing. “Thanks, Mom.”

Virgil was frowning, though. “But what were you looking for?”

Logan grinned at his boyfriend, squeezing his hand. “We’re scientists, Virge, isn’t it obvious?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow.

Logan opened his mouth to speak at the same time as his mother did the same.

“A greater understanding of the world!!”

“A way to stop supervillains forever.”

Logan whipped around, jaw going slack. “What?”

Atticus nodded. “Loberry, don’t be naive. We don’t get these kinds of resources just for being lecturers at the university. We don’t get highest clearance in the city for teaching undergrads how to run a simple gel electrophoresis. We’re on a direct research mandate from the State. Why do you think your mother thought this work was more important than remaining an active-duty hero?”

The blood was slowly draining out of Logan’s face. “I- she was taking time off for us, for me and Bea and Jem, right?” He looked at Portia, who smiled.

“Of course, dear, that too. But I’d been fighting for almost 20 years. I was practically a senior citizen in hero years. And I was so tired of fighting villains, over and over, knowing there would always be more. So when we were asked if we’d like to work towards ending the fight once and for all, I couldn’t very well say no!”

Virgil looked sick. “You- and what, you’d unmake villains? Like the Magician tried to make them?”

Atticus laughed. “Of course not! The Magician was so ham-handed, it was sloppily done and clearly had painful results. We wanted a painless way to remove the risk. Like declawing a cat.”

“Declawing a cat isn’t painless, it’s mutilation,” Virgil snapped. “It leaves them entirely unable to fend for themselves. Was that the plan? Non-heroes left defenseless?”

“In captivity, preferably, until we were sure they could re-enter society,” Portia said with a shrug. “It’s more humane that the life sentence they get now, except for those who break out.”

Logan had released Virgil’s hands, instead gripping the table until his knuckles had turned white. “You never told me,” he said to himself quietly. Shaking his head to clear it, he looked up. “You know more about Agent Whisper than you’ve admitted, too. Tell me. Now.”

Atticus made eye contact with Portia, who inclined her head.

“We examined bystander casualties directly after some incidents and were able to find electromagnetic signatures in the brains that resembled damper fields, but different in a very key way. They were equal and opposite. If the fields correspond to suppressed emotions, then these brains had their emotions intensified, instead.”

Virgil shivered at the thought, reaching for Logan once more under the bench. Without looking, Logan moved a hand to link their fingers once more. He kept his gaze fixed on his parents.

“If there was a heightened effect happening as collateral in bystanders, we thought, there was a chance we could recreate it deliberately,” Portia continued. “And if it persisted enough to show up in autopsy, that modulation in both directions could potentially be made permanent. We could replicate dampers without the tech! But we needed to look at side effects first. We had to wait for more casualties with exposure to extreme ability usage.”

Virgil felt a headache starting to drum in his temples, the ache of anger and tears that he refused to let fall as the pieces connected before him. “And you got the fucking golden opportunity, didn’t you. At the foster home. All of Pat’s rage and grief just created the goddamn ideal specimen.”

Atticus blinked at the venom in Virgil’s voice, but responded calmly,. “It was a tragedy. Heartbreaking, of course. But tragedy breeds emotion, and emotion is the lifeblood of your abilities.”

“We were only trying to use the fields to affect the brainwaves that hadn’t yet petered out,” Portia said, as if that excused it. “We shocked when we picked up a renewed heartbeat. But the brainwaves hadn’t changed. It was still brain-dead by any measure.”

“He.” Virgil’s voice was iron and blood as he spat out the correction.

Logan was paler than Virgil had ever seen him, even when he’d needed treatment for blood loss back in the earliest months of their heroing. “And you kept going? What happened to only experimenting on organ and science donors?”

Atticus smiled in confusion. “Lo, that was never the case. We didn’t perfect the EANSC with cadavers, we had villains to test with.”

“I’m sure they agreed to be lab rats, too,” Virgil accused.

Portia just shrugged. “Anyway, we kept the body in cryo except when running more tests. It still appeared to be brain-dead, right up until the day it- sorry, he,” she corrected exaggeratedly, ” He escaped. And started killing people.”

Logan looked ready to yell, his face yet, but he stopped and took a deep breath. “Are you familiar with his powers? Have you heard about what his memory of that time period is?”

“I’ve read the Index entry,” Portia replied blandly.

“He relived his entire life hundreds of times, and the accident at the foster homes thousands more,” Virgil said quietly, dangerously. “He saw everyone he loved die, then alive and loving him, then dying again. And when the memories were done replaying, new ones started being created. All emotionally charged, extremes of elation and sorrow and fury.”

Atticus looked at Virgil, eyes glinting with interest. “So you’re saying the prolonged exposure to the modified dampers actually created this power? Fascinating!”

“What the fuck, Dad?” Logan spat out. “This isn’t some mere curiosity! This is someone’s life. You destroyed the psyched of a real, living, breathing kid and all you care about is what it means for your fucking research grant?”

“Logan, there’s no need for such language,” Portia chided. Virgil shot a glare in her direction. She looked back, eyebrow arched. “It’s just research.”

“Research that you’re going to stop, correct?” Logan asked.

“When we’ve just gotten confirmation of the biggest breakthrough to date?” she asked incredulously. "We’ll take more precautions going forward, of course, but by no means will we stop. That would be illogical.”

Blood pounded in Virgil’s ears. “I’m sorry, what? You’re going to keep going? Hell fucking no.”

Portia narrowed her eyes. “Virgil, be serious here. This is too important to let a tantrum get in the way.”

“Oh, you want a tantrum?” Virgil rumbled. He stood, bracing himself in a fighting stance. “Let me show you what a tantrum looks like.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going to fight you,” Portia scoffed, though she stood too. She looked over at her son. “Either of you.”

“So you agree to end the program then? Because it’s one or the other,” Virgil snapped. He tapped his watch decisively. “The mayor is hearing about this. Now or never, Professor Polarity . End this madness, or get ready to see your precious EANSCs up close and personal for the foreseeable future.”

Portia’s metal hair tie popped out of her bun, letting her hair fall free as the tie flew into the air beside her. She lifted her hand, and a metal apparatus flew from the back bench to her grip. “Don’t be stupid, Virgil. I’m immune to it. It’s an electro magnetic field. You, however, aren’t so lucky.” She flicked a switch on the machine, bringing it to life. The familiar glow of dampers show out the front.

“I’m sorry, Lo!” Virgil shouted, and dove at Atticus, easily manhandling him and trapping him, one arm around his neck. “Don’t try it, Portia. I don’t need powers to be able to cut off his air. You turn that on me, you won’t like what happens.”

“You see, Logan?” Portia said, not turning as she scowled at Virgil. “You see what happens? Virgil’s spent so much time with those villains that he’s resorting to their tactics. It’s a contagion. This is why they can’t be forgiven. What reformation can there be, when their lack of morals spreads so?”

Logan was frozen, eyes flicking between his boyfriend, who had his father caught in an uncomfortable chokehold, and his mother, who was pointing a weapon at his boyfriend.

“You don’t exactly have the moral high ground here,” Virgil growled at the former hero. “Unless torturing a child is considered a virtue now.”

“Use it, Porsh!” Atticus rasped around Virgil’s arm. His fingers scrabbled to get a grip, but Virgil’s muscles were unmovable. “He’s bluffing!”

“Am I?” Virgil asked. “You said it yourself, I’m clearly infected by the influence of my other boyfriends. Who knows what I’m capable of, now? I know you love your experiments, but you just might want to not put this particular hypothesis to the test.”

Portia sneered, her face managing to look lovely even when twisted in scorn. “Atticus, dear. I love you very much. I apologize in advance if the max setting hurt you, too.” She aimed the damper squarely at Virgil and hit the switch.

Except she didn’t. And her arms were tied behind her back with pure rope, nothing metal. And the damper was secured in a plastic bin at the corner of the lab. And Logan was standing between his mother and his boyfriend, chest heaving.

“Mom,” he said, voice breaking. “How- how could you? Why?”

“I’m a hero, Logan,” she replied, as steadily as someone who'd just been bound by a family member could be. “I serve the greater good. I thought I’d taught you that, but clearly I failed.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, my love,” Atticus interjected. Virgil had released his neck, though he kept his arms twisted up behind his back. “We both tried. It turns out he wasn’t as much a Lancaster as we’d hoped.”

“Shut up,” Virgil snapped. “I’m tired of your bile, both of you.” He turned to the window, seeing the reflection of flashing lights.

Logan had his back to them all. Virgil saw the quiver in his shoulders and knew he was crying and trying to hide it. He quickly grabbed a stray zip tie and secured Atticus by the wrists to the lab bench. Then he crossed to Logan and wrapped his arms around him.

He didn’t speak. He just let Logan turn and cling to him, face buried in his chest.

Let it out, love. I’ll keep the world at bay.

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D.R.E.A.M. Index #265345 Classification: A.2.i [Secondary Tier Hero, Legacy] /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Do we update this? - Talyn /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Let’s archive this one. Save the legacy. We can record the truth in clearance for now. We can at least save Logan some heartache. - Joan Name: Professor Polarity Status: INACTIVE /////////Reason: Retired /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Reason: Jailed pending trial Civilian Name: [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Portia Lancaster née Portia Price Affiliation: Hero ///////// H.A.T.C.H. Status: Blackout Only ///////// [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] H.A.T.C.H. Status: Inactive Partners/Sidekicks: DI#A-2305 - Forces of Nature Primary Foes: DI#265333 - The Mystic Magician; Powers: Magnetokinesis Costume: Jumpsuit patterned in red-and-blue rectangles; blue cape with Ampère model of a magnetic field; gold belt with a buckle in the shape of a horseshoe magnet Age: 54 Height: 5’6” Pronouns: She/Her H.E.A.R.T.S. Class of ‘82 Note: Mother of DI#337255 - Dr. Vectorious; Co-inventor of the Enhanced Ability Neutralization and Stasis Chamber (EANSC) now in use at City of Harmony Enhanced Ability Containment Center (CHEACC). [Hall of Fame notes archived]. ///////// [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] As architect of the covert Project Charcoal, she attempted to discover a ‘cure’ that would strip supers of their abilities. Involved in reviving and creating DI#337501, see IR19-Z-0001

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a/n: It’s been over a year since I started this story, which is insane. So much has happened since I woke up with an idea of “what if royality were villains.” Thank you so much for reading and leaving kudos and commenting and particularly for theorizing. I’ve been in love with this idea, and knowing that anyone liked it too gave me incentive to finish it.

One last epilogue coming up. I promised the boys a happier ending.

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straykidsnerd255 · 5 years

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Halloween Tour: Youtuber Star Reader x Jinxx

Band: Black Veil Brides

Pairing:Jinxx x youtube star! Reader

Song:Wake up: Black Veil Brides

Warning: Fluff. Just pure fluff

Title: Halloween Tour

Jinxx woke to the sound of your voice singing one of their songs. Checking his phone, he noticed that it was exactly 8 in the morning. He stretched his arms and walked to the bathroom. He brushed his unruly hair and his teeth and head downstairs. He noticed that your office door was closed with the sign, “Recording in process, don’t disturb.” hanging on the door handle. Jinxx smiled and walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee when he noticed the day. “Shit. It's two weeks till Halloween!” He yelped before covering his mouth. He heard the music stop and he knew what was coming. You stepped out of the office and stretched your arms over your head. He waited for you to scold him for yelling when you were recording but it never came. “Hey Jinxx, do you want to do a video with me? I planned on doing a little Halloween tour before Halloween comes and I wanted to see what my followers think would be the best Halloween costume for me to wear.” You said walking over to him and hugging him. Your ear pressed against his heart to hear his heartbeat.

“What about the song?” he asked. You looked up at him and smiled. “I was just doing a sound check for later but yes, I will be singing that song.” You said smiling. He returned the smile and bent down to kiss your forehead. You smiled softly and nuzzled into his chest. You loved Jinxx with your whole heart and the fact that he chose you to date him made your heart soar. You were a YouTube star and he was a rockstar. How did you get so lucky. Jinxx moved so he could see your face and couldn’t help but smile. “Your so beautiful you know that right?” He said. You turned your head to the side and puffed your cheeks out. A dark red blush covered your face. Jinxx laughed and hugged you tightly. “Alright. Let’s get the video going so I can post it today.” You said taking Jinxx’s hand and heading back to your recording office. After finishing up the video, you posted it to YouTube and had your notification running so you could read the comments. She moved to her social media and smiled when the results from all the areas she posted at came back.

“Hey babe! Looks like I’m going with skeleton face paint.” You said showing home the photo. Jinxx smiled brightly. “Maybe I should wear my war paint and we can be a skeleton duo.” Jinxx said pulling you into his chest and laying his chin on your head. “Are planning on doing your Halloween tour now though?” He asked looking at the wall with photos of you and him from your first date, to your third year anniversary. You smiled. “Of course! I plan on having it on Halloween to make it an actual Halloween Tour. It's not really like your guys your, but, since vid-con isn’t for another year or two, plus I need to announce it on YouTube and all my socials. So if I like doing this, I figured I would try one out for Halloween and see how it goes ya know?” You said tilting your head up and Jinxx tilting his head down so you two were looking at each other. “I’m excited to see how many fans come though.” You said leaning your head back against his chest. Jinxx hugged you tightly and close to him as if he would lose you at any second.

{Time Skip: day of tour}

Jinxx and the rest of his band sat in the audience in disguise as they waited for to stand up on stage. The stage grew dim and the amount of people that were seated in the stadium that Y/n had to rent out was packed. He was so proud of her. “I can’t believe she has this many subscribers and followers.” Andy said leaning over close to Jinxx. Jinx nodded his head and smiled. “Did she tell you that she’s singing one of our songs?” He asked. He turned to look at them and saw all of them staring at him with wide eyes. “How?! She has such a delicate voice I’m afraid she might lose it.” Jake said. Jinxx just smiled and turned back to the stage. The rest of the band turned their heads towards the stage when they heard the music started blasting through the speakers. Andy’s eyes bugged out of his head.

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, wake up

All we know is time

That's slipping from our lives

A world that kept the truth

Hidden in the lies

Standing on a stage

Bleeding out our youth

Create a holy war

And sell it back to you

We'll shout it from the tallest building

We won't let them turn away

We'll show them what they've made

We'll be here when their heart stops beating

We, the nation of today

Our hopes that never fade

We'll be here when their heart stops beating

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, wake up

See it in our eyes

That we were never blind

I will fight for you

Until the day I die

We'll shout it from the tallest building

We won't let them turn away

We'll show them what they've made

We'll be here when their heart stops beating

We, the nation of today

Our hopes that never fade

We'll be here when their heart stops beating

We won't let them turn away

We'll show them what they've made

We'll be here when their heart stops beating

We, the nation of today

Our hopes that never fade

We'll be here when their heart stops beating

We won't let them turn away

We'll show them what they've made

We'll be here when their heart stops beating

We, the nation of today

Our hopes that never fade

We'll be here when their heart stops beating

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, wake up

Jinxx was on his feet clapping as the song ended. Y/n smiled brightly and bowed. “I have to say,” she mumbled out of breath in the microphone. “Credit to Andy Black for practically ruining his voice day in and day out to make these songs so full of emotion.” She said. Andy blushes at her comment but smiled brightly nonetheless. She continued to walk around on stage and goofing around before she got serious. “Alright. I have a confession to make.” She said sitting down on stage. The minute she did though, a figure stood behind her and placed its long sharp fingers on her shoulders. “I have something following me.” She said. The crowd started panicking as the creature wrapped its arms around her. “It won’t let go. It won’t leave me alone.” She said.

Out of nowhere, a loud howl erupted from somewhere causing everyone to jump and look around. A massive wolf moved from its spot in the shadows and moved towards the stage. It jumped up onto the stage and moved towards the creature and Y/n. She held her hand out and smiled as the wolf nuzzled into it. “I may not even be human anymore.” She continued to say. From what Jinxx knows, she is good at scaring the living shit out of her fans by doing weird things. He was used to it. He lived with her after all. He watched as his friends where practically shaking in their seats as she continued. The lights went out and a sudden scream left her lips. The lights flickered back on. Her make-up had seemed to melt from her face. The show continued for a good four hours and Jinxx fell more in love as he watched her goof around on stage.

{time skip to after show}

Y/n sat on the stage and signed pictures or even album covers from her days of doing covers of songs. When the last group came up, Y/n did a double take as Jinxx was standing there with his friends. You smiled brightly. “You said you couldn’t make it.” You said standing up to hug him. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. This is your first kinda tour remember.” He said winking and you laughed. “I gotta say Y/n. You were spot on when singing. You hit every note perfectly.” Andy said smiling like an excited child. You returned the grin and just sat and talked with them till it was time to go home. You stretched your arms and moved towards the stairs on the stage. “Well, as I had a successful “tour” I say we all go out for dinner with earnings.” You said grinning taking the cases the manager handed to you.

“How much did you make?” Jake asked looking at the massive box in your hand. You looked down at it. “I don’t know. My tickets didn’t go for much but they were sold out the minute I had put them up but, we can see.” You said. On the top of the lid, there was a paper that would show the price of the tickets and how much was sold. “So your tickets cost 30 dollars. You had what 5 hundred tickets sold right?” Jinxx said. You nodded your head and turned back to the box. You slowly opened the lid and another paper was placed neatly on top. Writing is beautiful cursive, $15,000 dollars stared up at you. “Holy shit. That’s a lot of money.” Jinxx said. “And just for her first tour too.” Andy said staring at the paper. “That’s amazing!” Jake and CC yelled out. You grinned happily. “Well, lets head out to dinner.” You said heading back stage to grab your things. Jinxx ran over to your side and grabbed your hand. You looked up and smiled before you both walked back stage. You grabbed your things and headed back to the front.

“Everyone ready?” Y/n asked. They raised their eyebrows. “Shouldn’t this be something you and Jinxx do?” CC asked confused. You shake your head. “Nope. Me and Jinxx talked about it and we want you to come with. You all do much more than I do and you have gone on more tours then I can count. This is my first tour that happened to be a success. And in loo of a successful tour, I want all of us to celebrate. Not just for me but for all of us.” You said smiling happily. Jinxx squealed and hugged you tightly and spun around. “I can’t handle how cute you are!” He yelled happily. You and his band started laughing. He placed you back on the ground and smiled. “It’s time for dinner!!!” Jinxx and CC yelled racing to the bus. You and the rest of the band start laughing. You were proud of your Halloween tour. It was fun, and you planned on doing it again next year as well.

#fluff #cute #reader #one shot #black veil brides #Jinxx #halloween

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sanderssidesstuff · 7 years

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Hecate's Fate - Chaper 4

Summary: Patton's Chapter! He gets his weapon and you get understand how his powers work. Plus actual plot!

Warnings: Food, weapons (tell me if I missed anything)

Words: 4,037 (I didn't even realize it was this long)

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Notes: Uh so like I'm friends with a lot of optimistic people so Patton is like the easiest to write, also like side characters are great

Patton woke up the opposite of Logan. When he awoke, the entire cabin as up getting ready. Patton was in a set of grey silk pajamas that one of his new siblings gave him. His new glasses were on a little nook by his bed, the colors threatened to overwhelm him, before he put on the glasses. Patton stretched and got off his bed with a smile. Last night flashes through his mind, getting claimed was interesting, but the colors disappearing was amazing. He never thought of seeing the colors as a curse, but they did tend to overwhelm him sometimes. He silently thanked his mom for the gift and got out one of the Camp Half-Blood shirts and tan pants that he was given yesterday. He looked around for somewhere to change and saw nothing.

"Hey!" Someone above him shouted, "Patton, right? Are you looking for somewhere to change?" He nods and the person jumps down, "You can either change on your bunk or in the bathroom. We have two so take your pick. I’m going to look for our head councilor, bye." The person grabs a blue bracelet along with a white beanie and walks into the crowd of kids getting dressed.

Patton finds the bathroom empty and changes. His face still looked like it had on makeup and his hair was perfect despite the fact it almost always looked like a rats nest when he wakes up. He takes off his glasses and stares at the blurry shape that is him.

Without his glasses, Patton is legally blind, the main reason for that is the colors. The colors, or auras as they are more commonly called, had been in Patton's life as long as he could remember. No one else in his family had this power and no one but his mom knew that he could see the colors. After a few years, Patton figured out what the colors were and how to use them as an advantage.

The colors were what people felt, most people had red, blue and yellow on a daily basis. He saw pink sometimes with couples and black with people who had depression. Patton figured most of it out himself, but some colors still confused him, colors like gold, sliver, and periwinkle specifically. After that major revelation, he had quickly learned he could influence other people’s emotions. Patton didn’t do it often, he just made people happy, but the cost of changing their emotions was great. He’d get whatever he’d change, if he gave someone happiness, he’d get the sadness. He only changed emotions in moderation, and the emotions he changed were ones he could deal with. Staring at himself, Patton saw no colors, he knew that he couldn’t see his own emotions, but he still hoped he could, eventually.

Knock! Knock! Knock!, "Hey hurry up we’re heading to breakfast soon." Patton quickly put back on his glasses and changed his shirt. He walked back to his bunk and put the pajamas back in the chest he was given. Looking at the chiton in the chest, Patton thought about his new mom. Aphrodite didn’t have the best stories about her, she was often jealous and only really had relationships because of lust. Having two moms wasn’t a surprise to him, his mom is pan, but his mother falling in love with such a women like Aphrodite was new. His mom looked for kind women and looking at all the people around him, which totaled to about 15 kids, he didn’t think that it was the type of person he wanted to be related to.

"Hey Patton," someone says, snapping Patton out of his musings, "You good?"

His smile was back on when he answered, "Yes, of course. Did I send mixed signals? Do I need to change the channel?"

"Ok, most half-bloods have a hard time adjusting to having a nice bed and food all the time. I don’t know your living situation, so I had to ask. Oh I’m Gretchen by the way, CC said I could lead you around today. I’m using they/them right now, but that could change so just ask if you have any questions." Gretchen held out their hand and Patton shook it. "We have breakfast first, after we will get you a weapon. You have to have a weapon, before you say anything. Monster will find you and kill you if you don’t kill it first. Now let’s get to breakfast." Gretchen leads Patton to a table and leaves him with the rest of his siblings. Gretchen runs off to another table and kisses a person with glasses. Their aura turns pink and spreads to to other people, then some one pushes them over and says something to them that Patron can’t hear. Gretchen walks back over, still pink, and sits next to Patton.

"Who was that?" Patton questioned after they had sacrificed some of their food to the gods.

Gretchen glances in the direction of the person they kissed and blushed, "Oh yeah. That’s my boyfriend, Joseph. People have been shipping us for years before we got together, he just makes my life complete." Their pink aura grows pinker and Patton realized something. He could see the aura with his glasses on.

"Whoa, you’re pink! How cool!' Patton squeals, "Is it because you love him so much? Because that is sooo cute!"

Gretchen looks down at their hands, "Sorry, usually I can reign it in. Yeah, downside of our mom is that, when I experience extreme emotions, I glow. I can control it sometimes, but I guess Joseph distracted me today. Is that all you’re eating?"

"That’s usually what I say! Does it drive you bananas? Did I catch your grape?" Patton grabs an apple along with some eggs. With the two new things added to his plate, the oatmeal he’d been eating looked small.

"Good." Gretchen musied his hair, then sighed, "Forgot about Aphrodite's blessing. For the next two days up to a week, you won’t be able to mess any of that up. Mine lasted three days and it was terrible. I hate having my hair styled. How about you?"

"It was weird to not wake up with my hair in my face, but I look so pretty! I how the eye shadow makes my eyes pop! And the fact that mom mad my freckles glow! Did you see that yesterday? These new frames also match up perfectly with Logan's! This is all so cool!"

"Wow, I don’t think anyone has said that about their first day of camp. Most are still scared and really want to leave." Gretchen had finished eating by now and was messing with a knife that had appeared out of no where. All around people start to stand up and walk back over to the cabins.

"Is breakfast over?" Patton questions as Gretchen stands up.

"Yep." The p popping. "Now to get you a weapon, judging by your build and height. I think you’d be good with a small weapon, maybe a short sword or a dagger? You’ll know your weapon when you see it. Follow me." Gretchen leads Patron towards the cabins and behind a grey building to a small shack. They open the door to show weapons lining the walls. Bows were near the back now, swords were near the front. Looking at all of them, Patton attempted to grab a spear that glowed sliver. Gretchen stretched out their hand and stopped him.

"Not that one." Their eyes wetted a little, but no tears fell, "That belonged to a brave man and I can’t see anyone else, but him wielding it."

"Who?" Patton stared at Gretchen as a dark blue light started to radiate from them.

They wiped their face and the glow recedes, "No one that you need to worry about right now. Anyway let’s get you a weapon. How about this one?" They point at a sword that was shaped like a leaf. Patton shook his head no and kept looking. After a while of Gretchen pointing out different weapons and Patton saying no, he saw it. It was bronze with a leather hilt. On the side was some writing,

"Loloi" Patton read.

"It means there is always love. It’s fitting for you, as a son of Aphrodite, we always try and find love everywhere." Gretchen translates.

"I love it! This is my weapon. I’m sure of it." Patton looks over at Gretchen who’s face showed that they didn’t think it was the best idea.

"It is a nice dagger, but if you were to fight, you’d have to get in really close to your opponent. You’d have to be quick and agile. Are you sure you want it?"

"Yes." Gretchen sighs and gestures Patton to walk out the door. "

"Put that in the sheath that it came with and strap it to your pants, you got it? Ok, let’s go back and see what the rest of the cabin is doing. Only the Athena cabin really sticks to a schedule, the rest of the campers just go wherever.

Patton stares at everything as they walk over to the basketball courts. He sees some fields in the distance, a few kids making the strawberries grow and goat men playing what looked like a bunch of sticks tied together. Some campers were playing volleyball and Patton saw Roman with a sword, fighting a person with two swords. Roman was not doing well and fell. Patton winced as the sword Roman was holding, cut his arm slightly. The other person stopped automatically and gave Roman an arm to help him up. Gretchen was getting father away so Patton couldn’t see the rest of the exchange. Patton thought he saw Logan talking with Joan when they passed the building that Thomas said was the crafts hut. Gretchen waved at a little girl who was tending to a fire in the middle of the he cabins and led Patton over to Big House. Gretchen stopped suddenly and turned around.

"Oh right! Sorry I forgot I was taking you somewhere." Gretchen says nervously and touches rubs their wrist. "Uh, guess I’ll do my thing later. Let’s go find the rest of our siblings and stand next to me, I get a little scatter brained when I’m left with my thoughts."

"Are your thoughts that a-maze-ing?" Patton asks.

Gretchen snorts, "No it’s more along the lines of… uh. I don’t know what I was going to say, lost my train of thought."

"It fell off the tracks?" Patton giggles while Gretchen just sighs, smiling.

"Are you known for your puns? No don’t answer that, I love puns. I’m not very good at them though." More people pass by and Patton hears a sound, "Looks like it’s time to rotate." The person who checked Patton over yesterday walks by and Gretchen asks him a questions, "Hey! Will, do you know where the Aphrodite cabin is supposed to go?"

"Uh I think you are learning first aid today? Wait Patton, why aren’t you wearing the brace I gave you? Did Aphrodite make it vanish? Here wear this for the next few days," Will pulls out another brace out of nowhere, "if you don’t I will find you and force you to wear it." Patton nods and puts on the brace. "I think Austin will be teaching, with the new kid, other Roman. Unless he’s pouting, he’s really mad that he can’t use a sword. He wants to attack, but his build makes him a perfect archer."

"Ah, where are we going to be, you know the girls will want to sit outside." Gretchen replies helping Patton to make sure the brace is on properly.

"I know, that is why you are learning by the strawberry fields. Austin knows and is waiting. I just dropped off the supplies." Will looks directly at Gretchen and smirks, "You are learning how to treat burns."

"You are such a gorgon. Come on Patton, I’ll show you the strawberry fields." Gretchen walks briskly away from Will and Patton, after he waved goodbye, follows, practically running to catch up with them.

"Why are you so mad about burns? What did they ever do to you?" Patton questions once he catches up with Gretchen.

"They made me miss three weeks of practices and it still hasn’t healed. I walked with a limp for about 18 of those 21 days. I know how to treat burns and Will knows it." They mumble some words that Patton would never repeat. They give Patton an apologetic smile and start to speak, "Sorry, it’s just embarrassing to think about how I got my own burn." They lift up their leg and point at a part of their leg that was discolored. "We’re not going to discuss this ever unless I bring it up. Ok? Coolio, Let’s go!" Gretchen led Patton to where the rest of the Aphrodite cabin was next to the strawberry fields.

Patton focused some what on the lesson, but mostly he was focused on making sure he was smiling. He knew he had a problem with feelings, despite the fact he couldn’t see his own feelings, he would always bottle up the 'bad' feeling of sadness and anger and only feel the one he though were good. He didn’t do it in purpose, he just hid his feelings. When Virgil, Roman, and Logan found out, they had an intervention. They would help him learn to actually express his emotions, and he would tell them if he had a bad day. The only thing was now that he was at this new place, surrounded by all theses new people, he was sure if he could. Emotions were never his strong suit and, despite his wonderful mom helping him, he still wasn’t sure what he felt half the time. He was snapped out of his thoughts when someone tapped him on his shoulder. He looked up to see Gretchen telling him something.

"Whatcha say, Gretch?" Gretchen’s face darkens and they pause for a second.

They growl back, "Don't call me that. That is not my name and no one calls me that." Patton shrinks back and Gretchen realizes what they just say, "Sorry, that is not my name. If you want to call me by a nickname, Goober is a good choice. Anyway time for lunch come on."

"Okie Dokie, then! What are we having for lunch? I hope pizza! I’m a vegetarian, but I love cheese pizza! Are there going to be cookies? Also what are we doing after lunch, anything special?"

"We are going to sit and talk about our feelings for the next hour." Gretchen said with a straight face.

"Well, I’m gonna need a lot of cookies then." Patton started to mentally tally how many cookies it would be, however before he got to one he heard laughter.

"Sorry, dude. Wait are you cool if I call you dude, bro, brother, man, or anything stereotypically masculine." Gretchen looked concerned for a second.

Patton answers with a smile. "I’m ok with it, kiddo!"

"Ok, good, gotta ask. Anyway, do I need to work on my sarcasm again? I thought I was getting better at it. To actually answer your question, we have the crafts hut, lava wall and/or training then a break before dinner. We might not have cookies at lunch, but I know a guy who can get us some." They wink and hand Patton a cookie that they made appear.

"Amazing! You should always eat a cookie when you get stressed, and when your are super stressed," Patton whispers in their ear, "eat a second cookie."

"Whoa, slow down there getting a little excited. Let’s go and eat." They lead Patton to the dinning area and sit down. To Patton’s delight there was pizza and it was vegetarian! Patton at two slices before he got too full to eat.

After the lunch he ate, Patton was ready to sleep, however it was time to go to the craft huts and he was inspired to make some art. The entire Aphrodite cabin walked as a group, gossiping about who’s dating who and the newest fashion trends. Patton focused intensely on everything they say. Apparently, Thomas and Joan were really close friends, but most people thought they were dating, the thing is Talyn and Joan were also being shipped together, so some wars were happening (what boats had to do with people, Patton had no idea). Some kid named Connor, son of Hermes, had a crush on a girl named Katie, daughter of Demeter and Chiron was considering reinstating three-foot races. Patton tried to keep track of each name that was mentioned and decided to figure out what name went to each face. One of the boys, Micheal, kept pushing Lacy to ask out a girl she said she liked, but Lacy just wanted to go slow. Lacy pushed Micheal back and asked him why he wasn’t asking out Karolin, apparently the girl he was obsessed with. CC, the head-camper, put the two of them on opposite sides of the group (somehow they ended up right next to each other again and gossiped some more).

Eventually they made it to the crafts hut and everyone split up to do their own projects. Patton floated to and from each group to see what they were doing. Korbin was painting a portrait of his dad, a famous actor that Patton had never heard of, and Sam was making a clay sculpture of a dragon, she giggled the entire time she painted it (purple, white, grey, and black). Patton saw everyone working on their own projects, so he walked around staring at all the different types of materials that went into each masterpiece. Patton eventually walked over to a desk full of art supplies that no one was working on. He sat down and started to draw, he didn’t know exactly what he wanted but that didn’t matter, he’d find someone to give it to.

He heard a sound that was similar to the conch he heard last night. CC tapped him on his shoulder and directed him towards the exit. She stuck her left hand out, put out her index finger and rubbed it with a fist, her face scrunched up in a questioning expression. Patton gave her a confused look and looked around at everyone else, hoping for someone else to explain. CC sighed and grabbed the closest person to her. She pointed at Patton and moved her hand away from her face, her index finger hooked. Korbin nods, looks at Patton and starts the speak.

"Do you want to climb on the lava wall or do you want to train with your dagger? Sorry, we forget that not everyone knows sign language."

Patton nods energetically, "I’ll train! That’s so cool! Does everyone know sign language here? Or is it just this cabin?"

CC laughs and Korbin answers, "Everyone knows enough to talk to her, but all of us knows more than the rest of the camp so we can talk to her without her staring at out lips."

"Amazing!" Korbin directs Patton towards the arena where someone was stabbing a dummy with a sword that was glowing gold, "Who is going to teach me to use Loloi?"

Korbin pulls out a sliver dagger and slashes at a dummy that wasn't being used, "I am. We'll start with the basics and then go on from there. Let’s start with holding it, first you…" Patton focused on everything Korbin taught and quickly got down the basics.

By the time the conch sounded, Patton was tired and just wanted to sleep. He walked with Korbin back to the cabin and saw Gretchen was grabbing something off their bed.

When they saw Patton they put on a smile, "What’s up? Did you have a nice day? Sorry I had to disappear after we got to arts and crafts, I just needed to do something. He/Him by the way."

"It’s cool, kiddo! I made something really awesome in crafts, I can’t show you it yet, it’s a surprise." Patton’s voice had dropped when he said that last part. "What about you? Doing anything interesting?"

"Nah, just practicing." Gretchen faced Patton and stared before speaking, "You look dead on your feet. Sleep, someone will get you up when it is time for dinner." Gretchen pushed Patton on to his bed and tucked him in. He also took off Patton's glasses and put them on the nook by his bed.

He quickly fell asleep and dreamt about something weird. In his dream, a young lady stood over a cauldron whispering something in a langue that Patton couldn’t understand. A second lady, who looked to be pregnant, came over and put something in the cauldron and waved her hands around it, speaking in the same langue as the lady before her. An old lady came over and did the same as the one before her. The three ladies looked over at Patton and spoke in unison.

"Young one beware, your gift will be needed soon and you must be prepared."

The younger one spoke, "The path my son chose will not be easy, do not despair.

The old lady spoke next, "You and the others will play an important factor in the battle." The pregnant one disappeared and the other two looked worried, "The mother has gone missing and you must search for her." The old lady explained

The two spoke together, "Chiron will get the news in a fortnight and you must be a part of the quest. You will be given time to train, use it wisely. Now wake and warn my son, the son of Athena, and the son of Apollo. Wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP!" Patton snapped up and hit someone in the forehead.

"Ow!" The person exclaims, "Patton, man, you are so hard to wake up." Patton searches for his glasses, his eyes shut so he doesn’t overloads his brain. He put them on and opened his eyes to see how he hit.

"I am so sorry, Lacy! You surprised me! Is it time for dinner?" Patton asks stretching.

"Yes! I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes, you kept whispering something about a missing lady. Are you ok?" Lacy looked genuinely concerned, but Patton pasted a smile on his face.

"I’m okie dokie! Let’s eat dinner!" Patton hoped out of bed, thanking Aphrodite for her blessing, making it easier to leave the cabin quickly.

"Ok? Dinner already started, but if we hurry, we can still get some good food." Lacy spoke, leading Patton to the mess hall. Patton keeps the smile on his face despite the inner turmoil. He guessed the lady was Hecate, he also knew that Vigil would freak out if he told him, Roman would want to rush off and do the quest, and Logan would want to analyze everything that Patton saw. He was conflicted, if he said something, he’d ruin any joy that the other three had found, but if he said nothing, he’d mess up any advantage that they would have. Gretchen must have noticed something on Patton face, because he sat next to Patton and stared.

After a few minutes of staring Gretchen spoke, "Patton, something is wrong. What is it?"

Patton mentally debated wether or not to tell him anything, "I had a dream and now I’m worried. I have no idea what to do and it’s stressing me out."

"Ok, what was the dream about? Most half-bloods have prophetic dreams, is the end of the world happening again? That would suck, we just finished a war like 6 months ago."

Patton's eyes widen, "Nope, not saying anything. Please stop asking." Gretchen looked at Patton surprised, but didn’t say anything. Patton stood up and walked to the cabin, determined not to tell anyone till he needed to. When everyone came back from dinner, he pretended to be asleep. Someone poked his shoulder, but he didn’t respond. Eventually the chatter died down and everyone went to sleep. Patton fell asleep and didn’t have any dreams like .

#patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ocs #pjo au #angsty boi #i love my sons boi #smart boi #extra™ boi #food #joan writes

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Candy Apples

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 14 | lunarxylop vs. @meg-wayward-af

Prompt: Hallowsgiving — cranberry sauce and/or candy apples

Ship: Becky/Sam (Rosechester)

Word Count: 1086

Summary: Becky cooks a lot when she’s nervous, and she has a tendency to get nervous a lot, especially when she’s meeting her boyfriend best friend and family.

Becky was walking on Main Street on her way to her job at the library when she saw someone she thought look like Sam Winchester. It wasn't the first time. When she was feeling lonely or after particularly bad dates, she would think about him, Sam Winchester, in the same way, she used to when she was just a girl carrying a massive crush on her neighbor, the kind and smart boy and his sweet smile. She had been thinking about him so much lately that it didn't surprise her when she started to notice people sharing a resemblance with him on a crowded place.

But by the following week, everyone was talking about it, when she was working at the library when she was buying her morning coffee, even when she was at the grocery store for her weekly trip. Her hometown was seething with excitement, golden boy Sam Winchester was back and Becky still feeling like the clumsy and awkward girl she was when it came to Sam Winchester did her best to avoid him. It worked for two weeks before she ran out of luck, which was a miracle in itself and a lot of hard work considering how small her hometown was. She was on her weekly trip to the grocery store when she heard Dean Winchester loud and deep voice, he was talking to his brother. While trying to avoid the Winchester's Becky found herself in front of Dean panicking to grab the first thing that came to her hand before trying to leave, but Dean had already recognized her.

"Hey Becky"

"Dean, Hi! "

"How are you?"

"Fine! Fine! " Becky answered still putting boxes of chocolate chip cookie baking mix in her shopping cart.

"Do you mind," Dean asked pointing the baking mix Becky had in her hand. "Cas sends me to buy one.”

Becky gave the box she had in her hand, looking at Dean's hands, afraid to cross his stare.

"Bye Becky!" Dean said while leaving.

Becky angry at herself looked at her shopping cart and wondered what the hell she was doing with a dozen of cookies baking mix. She was going to put them back on the shelf when she realized how good of an idea it was for the kid reading programme after all. Now she just needed to buy a ton of eggs and butter, she would be cooking all night, but it was a nice distraction for Sam Winchester. She paid for all her food, glad to have succeeded in avoiding Sam Winchester once more, congratulating herself when she literally ran into him. Sam, as kind as he always had been, apologized for the whole incident, with a smile on his face when he recognized his old neighbor. He even invited her for a cup of coffee, the next day at the town coffee shop for old time sake. Becky dazzled by him as she always been could say anything but yes to Sam Winchester.

After cooking all night that day she realized that cooking was very soothing for her nerves. And that how the cooking spree started. Now every time she was overly nervous, Becky cooked to calm herself down. Now four months later, Sam and Becky were officially in a serious relationship, and Becky was known as the town new baking lady.

When Becky wake up that morning, she was a bundle of nerves because tonight was a bit of an unusual pizza and movie night. Sam was introducing her as his girlfriends to his brother Dean and his husband Castiel, but also to his best friend, Gabriel. Having Dean and Castiel as guests tonight, wasn’t what she was worried about even if Dean was a gruff man who liked nobody but his brother and his husband, Castiel was sweet enough for the both of them and already considered Becky as a friend.

Becky was anxious about meeting Gabriel Novak. Gabriel Novak, whose opinion Sam value more than anyone else but his older brother. Gabriel Novak, who was his ex-boyfriend as they mess around and had sex before even if Sam never considered him as such. Gabriel Novak who was a world-renowned baker; a little fact that she wished she knew before offering to baker dessert in his stead. But Sam never called him anything else than Gabe. Castiel was the one who told her and after a long conversation on the phone, and now she knew he was obsessed with candies and sugary goods.

Yet she still had no idea of what she was going to bake for dinner, she asked Sam for advice, and Sam half laughing answered her that if she baked apple candies, Gabriel would probably love her for the rest of his life.

So Becky went to the grocery store, bought two pounds of apples, several pounds of sugar and way too much vinegar, food coloring and sprinkles. She went back home and spent her whole afternoon baking, burning her fingers making homemade syrup, and having fun with the food coloring and the sprinkles, like a little girl, totally forgetting what she was anxious about in the first place.

"Babe!”

It was Sam voice who woked her up from her cooking gaze.

“I'm in the kitchen. Baking” Becky answered loudly for him to hear

“Your door was open.”

“That because I knew you were coming.” She replied rolling her eyes, her back to Sam, getting a batch of apples out of her fridge. She always let her door open when she knew he was coming, and despite the fact that it seemed to annoy him every time, she had no intention to stop doing it.

“What's all that?” Sam asked looking at her kitchen island.

“Candy apples. you said I should bake some, that Gabe like them …”

“Yeah, a couple, maybe 5 or 6. Not ... How many have you made?”

“I stopped counting after I reach 20.”

“You stopped counting after …”

“It was so much fun. I was nervous, and I think I kinda went a bit overboard.”

“Well, Gabe is gonna love you for sure now,”

“You really think so because I still have some …”

“Becky stop, he was gonna love you anyway, because you're amazing. You're a little clumsy and have an obsessive behavior toward certain things, but you're important to me.” Sam said before taking his face delicately between his hands and kissing her. “Now we better hide some before he got here because he will make himself sick trying to eat them all.”

#spnrareshipcc #sam/becky #rosechester #meg-wayward-af #lunarxylop writes #domestic fluff #baking spree

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migleefulmoments · 5 years

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CrissColfer Strategy #2

This piece was posted on 2/19/20 but it is originally from 2018 prior to LM/DC. It’s always amusing to read their theories about big upcoming changes in Darren’s love life in light of the fact that Mia has been a steady force in Darren’s life for 10 years.

Here they are debating whether Lea will be Darren’s new beard- a theory that required them to ignore both Mia and Zandy. In this post we see justcantgetenoughcc using the “trust me I know more than you do but I can’t share it” strategy. Honestly, this is the one that baffles me the most. While I can see the slow-motion gifs for what they are- pure manipulation, I know that TLOS isn’t the Klaine bible they want it to be and I can understand how other’s can be conned with that evidence. What I can’t understand is why anyone would trust someone who continues to say “I know more than you do but I can’t share it with you...just trust me”. Those very words are literally the exact words that should raise one’s caution flag. Mommas, the one thing you should teach your children is to never trust someone who claims to know the truth but can’t share any evidence. Especially if that story goes on for 5 or 10 years.

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ilikesomedistance There was a discussion many years ago, that they (PR and F/ox) wanted to bring Lea and Darren together. But it never worked out for many reasons.

Guess it’s happening now.

stopandimaginelove But whyyyyyyyyyyyyy 🤐

justcantgetenoughcc Interesting question.

The primary reason was always to break Chris and Darren up.

RM/Ricky all playing together. AB imo not that invested but to a degree (at least initially). Even beard (she realized what she can have by getting rid of Chris and why she too is very much part of the game now). Each had their own reason for being invested, as Chris and Darren in love and united as a team, made it difficult to manipulate Darren. In a way, that - Darren and Chris in love - was also their Achilles heel. Each put the other ones’ interest first - and got manipulated in giving up their autonomy. Chris had nothing to hide as he was already out. Why would he even need a beard? They were so young and so naïve to Hollywood’s manipulation tactics. I don’t think they had anyone with industry experience, with their interests at heart, to advise them or look out for them. It was too late and they were in too deep, by the time they realized what they had agreed to. They still tried to back out of some of their worst mistakes. Some day… they will tell those stories or it will turn up in Chris’s books.

Initially people assumed that all that proximity and playing boyfriends onscreen - and no doubt their amazing chemistry - must be why they were together. I am sure they thought it will never last or they will get over it or get tired of it and move on to others once the itch was scratched. Like most young guys (as young gay guys - not my opinion at all - but a lot of people believe that).

But it didn’t happen that way. They didn’t break up. Instead they went and got engaged over Dec 2012/NYE 2013 (that was from when we have the pic of Chris looking at his ring standing next to his suitcase at an airport). They were serious from the get-go. They were ‘IT’ for each other. They were even living together (even before Glee Live 2011 - in Chris’s first rented apartment in LA). I think it was Joey who once commented that he saw Darren only when he needed more clothes (Don’t quote me on it though. Ha). When Chris bought his first home in Laurel Canyon, guess who moved in there with him? It wasn’t W as most of the fandom was led to believe. There’s enough proof in their own words and since this is going to be a long post, I am going to leave some of those details out of this. And some I can’t reveal.

Why do you think LU Tour happened? It was another attempt to break them up and also to get Darren to declare his longtime gf of a hundred years. There was no way Darren would agree to it when Chris and Darren are together. And so his team came up with the clever “DIVIDE and CONQUER” tactic. Get Darren away from Chris and break him down.

Nothing ELSE came out of LU tour and so I am right in my assumption here.

A Darren who missed Chris on the road, who was mentally and physically exhausted from his days on the tour… gave in… WITH TEARS… a heartbroken Darren was FORCED to declare a gf - reading from a script, answering questions from a script, at the Toronto Radio Interview - WHILE he was already ENGAGED to CHRIS. There are many ways I can cement the claims I am making. But they are NOT mine to share.

If you doubt me, that the intent ALWAYS was to break them up (come on guys! connect the dots!), so much has been exposed in the last two years, especially in the last six months.

Why were they forced to have beards? It wasn’t FOX (in fact there's a story not known to many that FOX was going to let Chris and Darren come out (heck they even knew of their engagement - again stories that I cannot reveal) but others disagreed/disapproved of that move and stopped it). Some of the old fandom crowd know of this. Why were their beards ALONE always allowed access to the glee set? Why were M and W paraded so much on the sets? Why was the beard woman given a job at FSO (where she did nothing really but was given free credit for work others did). Chris was already OUT. He was a grown up guy who always took care of himself even when he was much younger.

During 5.14 filming in NYC, it was clear that the film crew took care of Chris and Darren. All their needs on the set was met along with the rest of the cast present (Amber, Chord, Kevin, Lea and Darren). Even holding up their winter coats for them to slip their arms through. W didn’t do anything other than obstruct the filming (and there were a lot of complaints about W and he had to be told many times to move out of the crews way). Do you think Chris paid for W to accompany him to NYC where he wasn’t needed at all? Who had the most to gain from that decision to have W there?

The beards were ALWAYS meant to WEAR THE GUYS DOWN. To create discord between them. To grate on their nerves. To be a thorn in their side. You get the drift. It still didn’t work. Those two guys still stayed strong.

Yes, there was an attempt to END KLAINE early in S6 and use Darren/Blaine as Lea/Rachel’s LI and have them be the prime couple who got married to each other (instead of a Finchel wedding that RM always talked about) at the SERIES Finale. That didn’t work either. That story is known to many in the fandom. But is not mine to tell.

Look at all the attempts made to prevent Darren and Chris coming out. Since 2015.

I have repeated this so many times since 2015 and am going to repeat it ONE LAST TIME for the people who have joined the fandom since 2015.

Glee was filming the last season. Beards were barely on the set even with all the heavy make-out scenes (heavier Kliss scenes, emotional scenes, the elevator scene, the wedding, future Klaine etc). Guess everyone felt bearding was ending too as Glee only had a few more months left. We got the NOW FAMOUS BTS interview from the ranch - the day the Klaine wedding was being filmed - where Chris and Darren were interviewed by Leanne Aguilera (and not M). Where they admitted so much and looked radiant and vibrant. Best of all they admitted to being good friends in real life.

Then we got the Ellen Show where Darren and Chris interacted and wrote each others names (not to mention the incident where Chord slipped up and mentioned meeting Chris and Darren. Nothing dramatic happened by way of reaction or retaliation from PR). Then came the Paleyfest and the Mario Lopez radio Interview - where Chris was present with Darren and Mario in the recording room. We counted Chris’s laughter interspersed - at least five times. It wasn’t edited out. We rioted over all of those events repeatedly. It was like the CC drought was finally over. They were allowed to breathe free. And acknowledge each other. Say they were good friends with each other.

[We have proof on several claims I make here and are known to a lot of people but we can’t share them yet].

We knew they went on a European vacation that ended in Paris where Darren had to attend the CON with a few other Glee cast. Darren alone didn’t stay at the hotel where the CON was held, where the rest of the cast stayed. Ask yourself why. Darren returns to NYC and starts rehearsing for Hedwig Broadway that starts mid-April. Everyone was happy and there were several SM follows of both Darren and Chris back to back by Hedwig Crew and BTS crowd. Lot of happy tweets and fun stuff.

It felt like Darren had a few more months left to freedom. Chris plans his TLOS4 book tour around Darren’s closing show at Belasco - so that he can sit in the audience and not watch from the shadows as he did during the first 119 days of the run. Alla Plotkin, Chris’s publicist, allowed it and supported it (if there were any known contracts or clauses that prohibited Chris’s presence at the closing show, Alla wouldn’t have /couldn’t have allowed it) and planned the whole tour accordingly with Chris.

So close to freedom and to coming out… and then out of the blue, Darren’s perfectly written Broadway BIO was edited to a mess of a BIO and ‘xos to mia’ was included. Overnight Darren’s personal life got hijacked by a scheming woman and Darren’s manager. Eleni who was a longtime good friend of Jeff Jernigan, was appointed as Darren’s assistant (watchdog) at Belasco. Darren who hadn’t even seen or heard from the beard for many months, and Darren who had never displayed any real closeness to the woman - posts a dressing room kiss (long story about that too. (Read mleigh69’s post on how the Belasco kiss was staged).

From there on, everything went to hell in a hand basket. All their hopes and plans were dashed.

From that time to the present, how closely Darren is monitored and watched and babysat…is ridiculous. Darren has more people on his secret service detail, sometimes more than even the President himself (it feels like). He sang 4 songs in Utah recently and he had Ricky, AB, Jeff Jernigan, Eleni, beard and Ken Sunshine (the boss of Sunshine Sachs) with him in Utah.

All their attempts to coming out was thwarted. Chris wasn’t allowed to attend the Hedwig closing show even though he had timed it to end the day before, giving him time enough to fly to NYC from LA. Chris who had never made a career misstep, chose to put his reputation as a children’s book author on the line by acting drunk - just so he could get on a plane to NYC. He had to watch the closing show from the shadows but am sure that was preferable to being beaten or giving in to two conniving people.

Even the ENCAGE was partially to stop CrissColfer from coming out. See what the encage did. All of Darren’s commitments and obligations were OVER AND DONE with by then… except for the NOOSE called the encage now. That was pretty timely, wasn’t it?

Why is Darren going on a tour with Lea Michele when Lea’s album was poorly received and didn’t do well at all? All her shows failed. She really has nothing much going on. Hmmmm…

If am guessing, let me be wrong for one last time… WHAT IF IT IS TO KEEP CHRIS AND DARREN APART? As all their attempts and excuses to prevent Chris and Darren FROM COMING OUT ARE EXHAUSTED?

So now there are tours and MORE TOURS… where Darren's TEAM THINKS he has to remain NO HOMO for the tours to sell. They quickly got him committed to a LONDON concert while ACS was still airing.

Now ACS is over.

And sure enough, just as the ENCAGE IS COMING APART AT THE SEAMS… we have THE LM/DC TOUR!!!!

tahtah678

#crisscolfer #debunking cc lies #Lea as the new beard

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