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@175days
they won't take u serious.
Their watchijg unikitty while Vax overshares about his day to Kuy
i haven’t posted😕
xav’s drive back to the base is quiet, his hands stay tight on the wheel, very obviously tense. he doesn’t turn on any music. he doesn’t want noise. his thoughts are already replaying everything from the day over and over.
“it’s fine,” he mutters once.
when he finally pulls into the driveway, he doesn’t get out right away. the engine is still running as he sits there, staring ahead, hands unmoving on the wheel.
then something shifts in the corner of his vision.
it’s small.
he leans forward slightly, blinking, and his voice comes out softer than he expects. “hey.”
the stray cat is there. the same one that lingers around the base, the one that always seems to find him. not really his but it’s close enough.
and the second it notices him, it runs over, like it’s been waiting.
something in his chest cracks at the sight of it.
he opens the car door and steps out, not even bothering to close it properly behind him. he moves slower now, when he kneels down, it’s careful and slow.
the cat reaches him immediately, brushing against him.
and that’s all it takes.
his head drops, shoulders shaking as the tears start to fall. at first they’re quiet, slipping out before he can stop them but then they come faster, heavier, spilling down onto the cat’s fur. his hand rests against its back, fingers curling slightly, holding onto it like it’s the only steady thing in that moment.
“i’m sorry,” he whispers to the cat.
the cat doesn’t pull away. it stays, leaning into him.
xav leans forward more, almost folding in on himself. he feels younger again.
“i don’t know what i’m doing,”
and for a moment, he really does feel like a little boy again, overwhelmed.
his breathing is irregular as he sobs, his forehead lowering as his arms loosely circle around the small, warm body in front of him.
“i can’t do this today,” he murmurs, almost like a confession.
slowly, his breathing begins to even out.
xav exhales softly, his hand resting against its back again, gentler now.
“thank you,” he whispered.
he’s still sad.
but it doesn’t feel quite as bad anymore
when xav died, one of the very few things he thought about was elara and yuk.
⸻
months later, when he finally breaks away from the jovial crew, it’s messy.
he doesn’t even know if yuk will want to see him. he has a feeling he won’t.
but he goes anyway.
⸻
the hyena base
the trapdoor slams open harder than he meant it to, climbing down the ladder miserably.
everyone turns in confusion,
xav barely registers them.
“…you look familiar..” sevena comments, “are you that one friend yuk used to bring over?”
“yes! i am! i- i just— i need to see yuk,” his voice cracks, breath uneven. “please.”
zip goes to get him.
those seconds feel longer than everything he went through before.
and then yuk steps into the room.
xav doesn’t think, he just moves, arms wrapping around him like he’s trying to anchor himself to the world.
“you’re here,” xav chokes, voice breaking. “i thought i’d never—”
yuk shoves him back.
hard.
the sound of it echoes in the room.
“don’t touch me, the fuck?”
the words hit harder than the push.
⸻
outside — the argument
it starts loud and only gets louder.
two hours of pacing, yelling, voices cracking, both of them too hurt to stop.
“you LEFT,” yuk snaps, eyes red, hands shaking. “you don’t get to just show up and act like everything’s fine!”
“i never said it was fine,” xav shoots back, voice trembling but firm. “i was drowning, yuk. i didn’t even know what i wanted- i just wanted the pain to stop for a second.”
“DO BEST FRIENDS LEAVE EACH OTHER?!” yuk yells, voice breaking mid-sentence.
xav freezes.
for a second he looks small again.
but then he swallows, jaw tight.
“do best friends only see their own pain?” he says quietly. “because that’s what it felt like. like there wasn’t room for mine.”
yuk talks over him, words spilling fast and messy.
“you think you’re the only one who was hurting? you think i wasn’t losing my mind looking for you?!”
“i know you were!” xav’s voice finally rises. “but i was hurting too, and every time i tried to say it, it turned into how it affected you.”
then the stuff he’s never said comes out.
“there were days i didn’t even want to be friends anymore,” xav admits, voice shaking. “because i was already getting pushed around by everyone else, and it felt like you just… expected me to stay strong for you too.”
yuk’s face crumples, then hardens.
and he snaps.
“FINE! then we don’t have to be friends anymore!” his voice is ragged, furious. “i’ve got my crew now anyway — and you’re with that dumbass crew i hate!”
xav’s voice goes small.
“so i was just… a second option?”
“yeah!” yuk shouts, tears streaking down his face, anger louder than truth. “i mean it!”
and he keeps going, saying things he doesn’t fully mean, but can’t stop.
“you’re annoying! and- and— IRRITATING!” yuk shouted.
pointing at every insecurity
until yuk shoves him.
“don’t come back.”
the door slams.
and xav just stands there, staring at it, like if he waits long enough it might open again.
⸻
the fight
later, when they’re forced to fight, xav doesn’t argue anymore.
he just looks tired.
yuk thinks he wants this.
yuk slams his notes angrily towards xav, treating him as an enemy.
xav dodges but never strikes hard.
never aims where it would matter.
finally, there’s one opening.
he could take the opening but he doesn’t
lets himself fall. he cant bare hurting yuk.
⸻
weeks later — the battlefield
the fight isn’t his.
he wasn’t supposed to be there.
but when he sees yuk about to take a hit from the chief, that’s too big, too serious-
he moves without thinking.
the impact shoots right through him.
he falls to his knees, yelling at yuk.
“i never wanted to leave you,” he says, words spilling fast like they’ve been trapped too long. “i never wanted to fight you! i just… didn’t know how to stay and keep hurting like that!”
his eyes find yuk’s.
still caring.
“i still care about you. i never stopped!!”
the chief lets him speak, plotting on this entire situation.
—
saving xav
months pass before anything changes..
so when yuk finally stands in front of the other chiefs, voice steady but hands shaking, it feels bigger than any fight.
“i can’t take him alone,” he admits. “i need all of you, help me save xav.” yuk says, dead serious.
⸻
the day of the raid
yuk breaks into the base,
he moves quickly as he can,
and then a voice comes from the hall.
“what do you think you’re doing?”
dulci stands there.
yuk’s jaw tightens. “move.”
dulci crunches on his lollipop, “you always were impatient…”
⸻
xav
xav doesn’t even feel himself being moved.
xav finally wakes up.
he sits up way too fast, his vision blurred and then—
and there’s yuk.
standing over him.
xav blinks hard, voice rough with sleep and disbelief.
“… yuk??.. was— were you— was it all just a bad dream?”
“save that for later,” yuk says, grabbing his arm. “there’s a raid.”
⸻
the battlefield
xav doesn’t even have his weapon.
but adrenaline is strong.
outside, it’s chaos. explodes across the grounds crews clashing, sound and movement everywhere.
martie skids to a stop beside him, breathing hard.
“you look naked without one,” he says, then hold out the chain mace. “borrow her.”
xav grabs the mace.
vyness.
even before anything between them, the weight feels right, and balanced.
he swings once.
the impact shakes up his arm but lands perfectly.
“yeah,” martie nods. “you got it.”
⸻
after
the battlefield quiets slowly,
xav lowers the mace, chest heaving. letting vyness go.
he looks around,
then at yuk.
“…we did it.”
yuk looks back at xav, grinning at him for the first time in years.
but his eyes drift past yuk, to vyness, shifting back to her original puppet form, rolling her shoulder like the fight was just a workout.
“hold on,” xav says.
he jogs over, a little awkward, still catching his breath.
“you were insane out there,” he tells her, genuine awe in his voice. “like — seriously. thank you.”
vyness smirks, brushing dirt off her sleeve. “you swung me right. that’s rare.”
xav laughs, shy, rubbing the back of his neck.
then he turns back.
yuk’s still standing there, already talking to the rest of the crew.
⸻
the make-up
“i meant what i said before,” he murmurs. “i never stopped caring. even when i was mad. even when it hurt.”
yuk and xav talk for a few minutes.
xav gives a small, crooked smile. “so… we okay?”
yuk rolls his eyes, but his voice is relaxed.
“yeah, i guess.”
the sky’s gone dusky blue, the last bit of sun sinking into the water like it’s being swallowed whole. the beach is quieter now. wind brushing over the sand, waves rolling in slow and steady.
xav’s sitting with his legs stretched out, palms pressed into the sand behind him. yuk’s beside him, knees up, cigarette between his fingers. he lights it, takes a drag, then holds it out.
xav takes it. inhales. exhales toward the ocean.
“…remember how we first met,” yuk says.
xav hums. “you were loud.”
yuk scoffs. “you were sitting there like a ghost.”
xav smiles faintly at that. “you were intimidating.. but when the crew left you, i thought you were gonna ditch me.”
“i almost did,” yuk admits. “you didn’t say a word.”
“…you kept talking anyway.”
they both chuckle, quiet.
the cigarette gets passed back. yuk flicks ash into the sand.
“you couldn’t skate for shit,” yuk says.
“i could,” xav argues softly. “just… not fast.”
“you ate pavement in the first five minutes.”
“…yeah.”
xav remembers it anyway. the concrete warm from the sun. the sound of wheels rattling. yuk laughing too loud. the way he offered a hand without making it a big deal.
they sit there, watching the water darken.
“we used to skate until our legs gave out,” yuk says. “no phones. no plans.”
xav nods. “we’d just… go.”
“…miss that,” yuk admits.
“me too.”
the wind picks up. xav pulls his jacket tighter. yuk notices, shifts closer without saying anything, blocking the breeze.
xav glances over. doesn’t comment. just leans back into the sand.
“…you ever think about how different we were,” yuk says. “back then.”
xav thinks for a moment. “yeah. but… i think we were quieter. lighter.”
yuk smirks. “you were still awkward.”
“…yeah,” xav says, smiling. “but i wasn’t tired yet.”
that lands.
they sit in it. the ocean breathing in and out.
yuk crushes the cigarette into the sand when it’s done. watches the ember die.
“…glad you didn’t bail, even when i did.. stuff,” he says.
xav looks out at the horizon, where the water meets the dark.
“…me too.”
they don’t say anything after that.
the night settles
it was always yuk who stayed.
lighting cigarettes he smoked.
they’d known each other too long for honesty to be easy.
the night it broke, it was raining. the crew was out that night, missions finished. noise finally gone.
xav was in the kitchen, washing a mug that didn’t need washing.
yuk watched him from the doorway.
“you ever get tired?” yuk asked.
xav paused. just for a second.
“…yes.”
“you don’t act like it.”
xav shrugged. “someone has to keep going.”
that was when yuk frowned. bitter. not amused.
“you always say shit like that,” he said. “like you’re already gone.”
xav didn’t turn around. the sink kept running.
“…i’m still here.”
“are you?” yuk snapped.
silence fell hard.
yuk stepped closer. too close, pressing xav.
“you let people use you. walk over you. hurt you. and you just— take it. like you think that’s all you’re good for.”
xav finally turned. his expression didn’t change, but something behind his eyes dimmed.
“…that’s not true.”
“then why do you never choose yourself,” yuk snapped again. “why do you never choose me.”
xav swallowed.
“…you didn’t ask.”
yuk stared at him like he’d been shot.
“i shouldn’t have to,” he said. “i’ve been here. every time you fall apart. every time you pretend you’re fine. i pick up the pieces and you don’t even look at me.”
xav’s hands trembled. just barely.
“…i didn’t want to need you.”
yuk scoffed. “yeah. god forbid.”
xav’s voice dropped. quiet. honest in the worst way.
“if i let myself… i wouldn’t survive it,” he said. “i already give everything to everyone else. if i gave you what i feel, there’d be nothing left.”
yuk’s sympathy drained out of him all at once. what replaced it was worse, he was angry now.
“…so i’m just another thing you deny yourself?!” he yelled angrily.
xav didn’t answer.
that was the answer.
yuk stepped back.
“okay,” he said. “then i’ll stop fucking waiting.”
the words shattered something in xav’s chest.
“…yuk—”
“don’t,” yuk said. “don’t talk to me, you bastard.”
he turned for the door.
xav moved without thinking, grabbing his wrist. not hard. desperate.
“…please don’t leave,” he whispered.
yuk didn’t look at him
“don’t fucking touch me.” yuk said. “you only ask when i’m already gone.”
he pulled free, aggressively
the door slammed loudly.
xav stood there long after the rain stopped, realizing too late that caring for yuk had never been the thing that scared him.
nothing ended,
yuk didn’t cut xav off. just stopped talking to him willingly.
the space between them grew in millimeters. harmless looking. lethal over time.
xav noticed it in small ways.
yuk stopped sitting next to him, always a chair away.
stopped asking
stopped lingering when conversations ended.
he still showed up. still answered calls. still fought beside him.
but the warmth was gone.
xav told himself it was fine.
days turned into a week, they learned new routines that didn’t include each other the way they used to.
sometimes, late at night, xav would hear yuk laughing in another room and feel something twist in his chest.
he wanted to go to him. say something. anything.
but the words never came out right in his head. they always sounded like need. and xav didn’t allow himself that.
the crew didn’t notice at first. then they did, but no one said anything. some things felt too fragile to touch.
one night, after a long mission, yuk came back hurt. not serious, but enough.
xav was at his side immediately, hands gentle, focused, familiar.
“hold still,” he murmured.
yuk instantly got defensive.
“i’m fine.” yuk pushed away.
xav didn’t look up. “no, you need help.”
“can you just— fuck off?!” yuk pulled away farther.
“but i-“
“can you just leave me alone, damn?!”
that made xav pause.
yuk frowned.
xav insisted anyway.
when xav finished bandaging him, yuk stood up.
for a second, just a second- xav thought maybe this was it. maybe yuk would stay. maybe he’d sit down. maybe the space would close again.
yuk hesitated.
then he left.
unc yuk and xav oneshot
yuk’s car broke down, xav and yuk are trying to figure out the problem with the car.
xav’s crouched by the wheel, socket wrench spinning like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“okay, so if i loosen this, the belt should realign,” xav mutters.
yuk glances over. “see? that’s what i was gonna say.”
“liar.”
“what? I DID.”
xav pulls the belt, adjusts it carefully.
yuk leans in. “did ya get it?.”
“yeah,” xav nods.
they work side by side, barely talking, just the sound of metal and clinks.
yuk breaks the silence. “remember when you tried to fix your truck with duct tape?” he cackles.
“it worked.”
“i could’ve fixed it, ya know?”
“it worked though. 🤷♂️”
xav tightens the bolt. “try it now.”
yuk hops in, turns the key.
engine starts smooth.
“damn. we did good, huh?” yuk says.
“team effort,” xav says quietly.
they fist bump, greasy hands and all.
“you’re not useless,” yuk grins.
“never was.”
they stand back, admiring their work.
yuk: “we should open a shop.”
“why not?”
“i hate people.”
“too bad lol”
now they’re just chilling, leaning against the car, sipping on sprite from the same cup, and yuk lights up his cigarette, ash falling to the floor.
yuk: “we’re like the best duo.”
xav: “always were.”
xav chuckles and sips the sprite quietly.
“let’s go get food, yeah?” xav says, confidently.
yuk grins, “hell yah, im hungry.”
unc yuk and xav oneshot
yuk’s car broke down, xav and yuk are trying to figure out the problem with the car.
xav’s crouched by the wheel, socket wrench spinning like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“okay, so if i loosen this, the belt should realign,” xav mutters.
yuk glances over. “see? that’s what i was gonna say.”
“liar.”
“what? I DID.”
xav pulls the belt, adjusts it carefully.
yuk leans in. “did ya get it?.”
“yeah,” xav nods.
they work side by side, barely talking, just the sound of metal and clinks.
yuk breaks the silence. “remember when you tried to fix your truck with duct tape?” he cackles.
“it worked.”
“i could’ve fixed it, ya know?”
“it worked though. 🤷♂️”
xav tightens the bolt. “try it now.”
yuk hops in, turns the key.
engine starts smooth.
“damn. we did good, huh?” yuk says.
“team effort,” xav says quietly.
they fist bump, greasy hands and all.
“you’re not useless,” yuk grins.
“never was.”
they stand back, admiring their work.
yuk: “we should open a shop.”
“why not?”
“i hate people.”
“too bad lol”
now they’re just chilling, leaning against the car, sipping on sprite from the same cup, and yuk lights up his cigarette, ash falling to the floor.
yuk: “we’re like the best duo.”
xav: “always were.”
xav chuckles and sips the sprite quietly.
“let’s go get food, yeah?” xav says, confidently.
yuk grins, “hell yah, im hungry.”
unc yuk and xav oneshot
yuk’s car broke down, xav and yuk are trying to figure out the problem with the car.
xav’s crouched by the wheel, socket wrench spinning like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“okay, so if i loosen this, the belt should realign,” xav mutters.
yuk glances over. “see? that’s what i was gonna say.”
“liar.”
“what? I DID.”
xav pulls the belt, adjusts it carefully.
yuk leans in. “did ya get it?.”
“yeah,” xav nods.
they work side by side, barely talking, just the sound of metal and clinks.
yuk breaks the silence. “remember when you tried to fix your truck with duct tape?” he cackles.
“it worked.”
“i could’ve fixed it, ya know?”
“it worked though. 🤷♂️”
xav tightens the bolt. “try it now.”
yuk hops in, turns the key.
engine starts smooth.
“damn. we did good, huh?” yuk says.
“team effort,” xav says quietly.
they fist bump, greasy hands and all.
“you’re not useless,” yuk grins.
“never was.”
they stand back, admiring their work.
yuk: “we should open a shop.”
“why not?”
“i hate people.”
“too bad lol”
now they’re just chilling, leaning against the car, sipping on sprite from the same cup, and yuk lights up his cigarette, ash falling to the floor.
yuk: “we’re like the best duo.”
xav: “always were.”
xav chuckles and sips the sprite quietly.
“let’s go get food, yeah?” xav says, confidently.
yuk grins, “hell yah, im hungry.”
chapter 1: the things we survive quietly
xav didn’t expect the new town to feel so… heavy. everything looked normal, but it didn’t feel normal. still, he tried. public school, new start, clean slate.
first day, he accidentally bumped into a guy at the community center.
“watch it,” yuk snapped.
xav immediately bowed his head. “oh— i’m sorry. really, my bad.”
yuk paused. he wasn’t used to that. most people argued back. he muttered, “whatever,” but felt weird about it.
the next day at school, some kids started whispering about the “new kid.” yuk, without thinking, shut it down.
“leave him alone.”
xav noticed. they didn’t talk about it, but after that, they stuck together.
first week goes fine… until science class.
group of three.
enter: haru.
awkward, nervous, eyes always darting. he overshared when stressed. people called him creepy. rumors everywhere. yuk instantly didn’t like him.
“no. not him,” yuk muttered.
xav side-eyed him. “dude… he’s just a kid.”
haru nervously smiled. “um… hi.”
xav tried to be friendly. “so, how was your day?”
haru hesitated, then blurted, “i found bones in the woods.”
yuk: 😐
“what.”
“like… human. i think. but i don’t know. i panic at blood.”
xav remembered finding haru once—bruised, bleeding after getting jumped. he’d helped him up that day. so now he felt responsible.
after class, xav guilt-tripped yuk into hanging out with haru.
“just once,” xav said. “please.”
“ugh. fine.”
xav warned him, “don’t bring your skate.”
yuk did anyway.
they went to the woods.
instead of bones… they found deer corpses hanging in a circle. in the center— a skull.
haru stared, fascinated. “we should report this.”
then—
a sound.
something ran.
huge. wrong. screeching.
they scattered.
yuk screamed like his life depended on it.
haru froze.
xav didn’t think. he threw haru over his shoulder and sprinted.
the thing chased them.
xav reached the road and threw haru forward, forcing momentum.
“RUN!”
they barely escaped.
yuk was shaking. hyperventilating. “we—we have to call the cops!!”
xav held his face. “no. they won’t listen.”
their parents called police anyway. they got detained. accused of drugs.
haru tried explaining. they brushed him off.
weeks later, a quiet guy approached xav.
rey.
apathetic.
“i heard about the woods,” rey said. “i think i can help.”
he showed xav a photo. evidence.
xav gathered the group. something was wrong with the city. missing persons. patterns.
they went back to the woods— everything gone.
cult signs. erased.
then yuk overheard his priest talking about killing teens.
he ran to xav’s house, crying.
“he said… they need sacrifices.”
the priest killed yuk’s grandpa. covered it up.
at the funeral, the priest stared at yuk.
“leave the past behind,” he whispered.
then rey’s sister died.
then xav’s mom.
xav snapped.
he beat the priest at the funeral. got arrested. haru bailed him out.
“we need to leave,” haru said.
rey knew a way.
but first— rey.
on the way, rey chased a dog that stole a photo, a photo of his sister. it led him to red-caped people in the same forest… chanting.
he overheard:
“haru. yuk. xav.”
their names.
targets.
rey ran to warn haru.
they lured them into church.
yuk was already in the church before rey and haru came,
haru slipped a note into yuk’s pocket during a fake fight.
they got separated.
locked up.
haru and rey tried signing.
yuk finally read the note.
rey stole a key.
called xav.
“we’re gonna die in a week.”
xav pretended to join the cult to get inside.
four days of psychological torture.
yuk almost broke.
haru whispered, “we can run. start over.”
yuk nodded.
night of the ceremony.
rey slipped the key.
they ran while chanting echoed behind them.
“sacrifice… sacrifice…”
they booked it to the train.
the cult chased them.
a woman ratted them out.
the train sped up.
xav jumped first.
then yuk.
haru barely made it.
rey slipped.
haru grabbed his hair and yanked him up.
xav grabbed rey’s arm and pulled.
they barely caught the cargo.
the train roared forward.
silence.
they were shaking. crying. laughing.
they escaped.
together.
the train didn’t feel like freedom.
it felt like a coffin on wheels.
no one spoke. their clothes were ripped, hands shaking, lungs still burning. yuk stared at the floor the whole ride, replaying the priest’s voice in his head. haru kept checking everyone’s pulse like he didn’t trust reality yet. rey sat stiff, eyes blank, counting screws in the metal walls. xav stared out the sliver of window like he expected red cloaks to appear any second.
they didn’t stop shaking until sunrise.
they got off in a random town. no money. no plan. no phones. just four kids who were supposed to be dead.
haru finally whispered,
“we… really left.”
xav tried to smile. it came out wrong.
⸻
news spread.
the priest was “murdered.”
people said xav did it.
memorials. candles. speeches about “a good man lost too soon.”
xav threw up behind a gas station when he saw it on a public tv.
“they’re praising him,” he muttered. “he killed my mom.”
no one knew what to say.
⸻
weeks passed.
they squatted in abandoned buildings. stole food. avoided cops.
yuk stopped sleeping.
every noise made him flinch.
one night, he snapped.
“THIS IS YOUR FAULT.”
xav froze.
“you made us go! you made me hang out with him! if we never went to the woods—”
his voice broke.
“my grandpa would still be alive.”
xav didn’t defend himself.
he just nodded.
“you’re right.”
that hurt worse.
⸻
haru started having nightmares.
he’d wake up screaming about deer hanging from trees.
about hands grabbing him.
about chanting.
he couldn’t look at churches anymore.
once, he saw a priest and threw up on the sidewalk.
⸻
rey found files online.
missing kids. past decades.
same pattern.
same pastor names.
same coverups.
“it’s bigger than our town,” he said quietly. “we were just… the ones who noticed.”
that made it worse.
they weren’t special.
they were next.
⸻
one night, police showed up.
not cult.
real cops.
someone reported “runaway teens.”
they scattered.
yuk tripped.
xav went back for him.
they hid in a drainage tunnel while sirens screamed overhead.
yuk sobbed into xav’s shirt.
“i’m so tired.”
xav whispered, “me too.”
⸻
they lost haru two days later.
not dead.
just… gone.
note left behind.
i’m sorry
i don’t want to be hunted anymore
i love you guys
they searched for hours.
nothing.
xav blamed himself.
rey punched a wall until his knuckles bled.
yuk didn’t cry.
he went silent.
⸻
weeks after, they heard rumors.
a body found near a river.
no face.
couldn’t confirm.
they never told yuk.
he still believed haru ran away.
xav didn’t correct him.
coward.
⸻
rey started getting followed.
same black car.
same street corners.
he said nothing.
until one night he didn’t come back.
xav waited all night.
morning came.
rey didn’t.
another note.
keep running
don’t look for me
they’re closer than you think
xav crumpled it.
it felt like dying slowly.
⸻
now it was just xav and yuk.
two ghosts.
no cult.
no home.
no family.
just trauma and guilt.
one night, yuk finally asked:
“why didn’t they take you?”
xav swallowed.
“maybe… they wanted me to watch.”
they sat in silence.
the world kept moving.
nobody cared.
the cult was still out there.
winning.
⸻
xav stared at his hands.
blood had dried a long time ago.
“i don’t feel like a hero.”
yuk laughed weakly.
“you’re not.”
pause.
“…but you stayed.”
xav nodded.
“i’ll always stay.”
even if it kills him.
xav and yuk rave
(pre timeskip)
the idea was yuks. obviously.
“trust me,” he’d said, already the pink nyan cat vest.
xav stared at himself in the mirror, tugging at the tac nayn waffle shirt, and cat ears on his head.“we’re going to a rave.”
“exactly.”
“people are going to look at us.”
yuk grinned, wide and unapologetic. “good.”
the warehouse rave was already feral when they arrived. bass rattling the walls, neon lights slicing through fog, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder. the second yuk skated inside, people LOST it.
yuk threw his arms up, rainbow trail whipping behind him. “MAKE SOME NOIIIISE—”
xav immediately regretted everything.
he hovered near the edge at first, hands in his pockets, eyes darting. but then the drop hit. the floor shook. lights strobed. and yuk grabbed his wrist and yanked him straight into the crowd.
“RELAX,” yuk yelled in his ear. “NO ONE CAN JUDGE YOU IF THEY’RE ALSO CONFUSED.”
that… somehow worked.
xav loosened up. just a little. nodding to the beat. shoulders moving. someone bumped into him and apologized, pointing at him like they’d just seen god.
“tac nayn goes hard,” the guy said.
xav blinked. “…thanks.”
yuk was already on a speaker by then.
that’s when shit went down.
a fight broke out near the bar, two guys shoving, drinks flying. security rushed in, but the crowd surged instead of clearing. someone tripped. someone screamed. the bass cut out for half a second and the tension snapped.
“oh no,” xav muttered.
glass shattered somewhere.
yuk jumped down from the speaker, landing clean, eyes sharp now. “stick with me.”
they moved fast. weaving through bodies, ducking flying elbows. someone grabbed xav’s sleeve, xav twisted free instinctively, pulling the person off balance without even thinking.
“sorry,” he said automatically, as the guy fell into a beanbag chair.
sirens wailed outside.
“EXIT,” yuk barked, pointing.
they bolted.
out into the cold night, lungs burning, music still thudding faintly behind them as security flooded the warehouse. they didn’t stop running until they were three blocks away, bent over, hands on knees.
silence.
then yuk started laughing.
like, cackling. hyena-level.
“DID YOU SEE THEIR FACES??” he cackled. “NYAN CAT CAUSED A RIOT.”
xav straightened slowly, heart still racing. he looked at yuk. looked at their outfits.
“…we almost got arrested.”
“worth it.”
xav hesitated. then, quiet, surprised, even to himself:
he laughed too.
soft at first. then harder. shoulders shaking.
yuk stared at him like he’d just witnessed a miracle.
“don’t get used to it,” xav said, breathless, wiping his eyes.
they walked home side by side after that.
aftermath, hours later:
xav washing glitter out of his hair at the sink.
yuk sprawled on the couch, still in costume, scrolling through videos already going viral.
“we’re trending,” yuk said casually.
xav sighed. “…i’m never letting you dress me again.”
yuk smirked. “next time, you’re nyan cat.”
“absolutely not.”
“…coward.”
xav and yuk fighting over food
xav had been quiet the entire ride back—hood up, phone balanced in one hand, thumb tapping with focus.
“okay,” yuk said, peering over his shoulder. “what’re you doing.”
“ordering food,” xav replied softly.
“for us?”
xav paused. “…for me.”
that alone should’ve been a warning.
twenty minutes later, the bags were spread out on the counter. fries. sides. drinks. some random stuff xav did slide toward yuk.
and then—
the wingstop bag.
xav pulled it closer to his chest like it contained state secrets.
yuk squinted. “…no way.”
“don’t,” xav said immediately, calm but firm.
“you shared literally everything else.”
“not that.”
“bro.”
“yuk.”
“just one—”
xav opened the box just enough to grab a wing, took a bite while making direct eye contact, and closed it again.
silence.
“…you’re evil,” yuk muttered.
xav shrugged. “i warned you.”
yuk waited exactly three seconds before lunging anyway, snatching a wing and stuffing it in his mouth triumphantly.
bad idea.
xav froze.
slowly turned.
“…did you just take one.”
yuk chewed, grinning. “mmm. lemon pepper.”
xav snapped.
“give it back.”
“already swallowed.”
xav swung first—more of a frustrated shove than a hit—sending yuk stumbling back into the couch.
“OH it’s like that?” yuk barked, laughing, immediately swinging back.
they collided in the living room—xav trying to guard the wing box with one arm while batting yuk away with the other, yuk ducking and weaving, hands flying.
“YOU CAN’T FIGHT OVER WINGS—”
“YOU ATE IT AFTER I SAID NO—”
“IT WAS ONE—”
“IT WAS MY ONE—”
they knocked into the table. fries hit the floor. the wing box slid—
both of them dove for it at the same time.
they crashed down hard, tangled, breathless.
long pause.
xav stared at the ceiling. “…i’m not ordering you food next time.”
yuk wiped sauce off his mouth, still grinning like a menace.
“worth it.”
(yuk belongs to @puncktoria)
(xav is my character)
im bored so yuk and xav fight
the base is already loud when xav steps inside.
too loud.
metal clanging somewhere. voices echoing. yuk pacing like a caged animal, talking too fast, moving too fast like always. xav’s jaw is tight before yuk even notices him.
“you’re not supposed to be here,” yuk snaps, turning around. “are you stupid or just bored today?”
xav exhales sharply. he’s already exhausted. already irritated. already holding too much.
“i don’t have the time for this, yuk,” he says flatly.
yuk scoffs. “you never do.”
something in xav finally breaks. just a bit—but it’s enough.
he steps forward and shoves yuk once. not hard. more frustration than force.
the second his hands leave yuk’s chest, xav freezes.
“fuck—” he blurts, backing up immediately, hands lifting. “i’m sorry. i— i shouldn’t have—”
yuk doesn’t hesitate.
he shoves xav back—harder.
xav stumbles, barely catching himself against the table behind him. he looks up, startled more than angry.
“shit… yuk, i’m sorry,” he says again, quieter. honest. “i didn’t mean—”
that’s when yuk loses it.
he lunges, and swings, just angry. xav doesn’t fight back. he doesn’t raise his fists. he just blocks what he can, takes a hit to the shoulder, another to his side.
“yuk—” xav breathes, strained. “i don’t wanna fight.”
yuk sneers, breath heavy. “then why’d you start it? huh?”
xav straightens slowly despite the ache in his ribs, eyes steady but tired.
“call me whatever you want,” he says. “i’m not going to fight you, yuk.”
that makes yuk pause.
really pause.
his hands shake for a second, fists clenched, chest heaving—then, just like that, it drains out of him. the anger evaporates as fast as it came.
he clicks his tongue, rolling his shoulders like nothing happened.
“…okay,” yuk says casually. “so what do you wanna do now?”
xav just stares at him.
then he sighs, rubbing his temple, voice exhausted but calm.
“i don’t know,” he mutters. “sit down, maybe.”
yuk grins like the last five minutes didn’t exist.
“see? that wasn’t so hard.”
ozric didn’t yell.
that was the worst part.
he just stared at xav, eyes cold, calculating, like he was weighing whether xav was still useful.
“you’ve been leaving base,” ozric said flatly. “off-grid. lying to your crew.”
xav swallowed. his hands were clasped in front of him like a kid caught stealing.
“…yes.”
ozric stepped closer. “with him.”
silence. then a nod.
the air went sharp.
“yuk is a liability,” ozric continued. “an enemy. a weakness. and you—” his voice hardened, “—don’t get weaknesses.”
xav’s chest ached. “he’s not—”
“you will cut him off,” ozric snapped. “no calls. no visits. no messages. if i find out you disobeyed me—” a pause. “you won’t be the one paying for it.”
that did it.
xav’s shoulders slumped.
“…okay,” he whispered.
⸻
yUK’s POV
at first, yuk thought xav was busy.
then annoyed.
then dead.
messages unread. calls unanswered. the usual quiet from xav turned into something worse—nothing.
yuk told himself he didn’t care.
said it out loud, even.
“whatever,” he muttered, pacing his base. “he’s got his little human life. not my problem.”
but nights stretched. days blurred.
every time the door creaked, yuk looked up.
it was never him.
anger crept in after the hurt. loud, sharp, defensive.
“fuck him,” yuk said one night, kicking a chair. “i don’t need anyone.”
his voice echoed back at him.
⸻
weeks later — XAV’s POV
xav couldn’t sleep.
he hadn’t been sleeping well for weeks, but tonight was unbearable—like his ribs were tightening around his heart.
he sat up in bed, staring at the wall.
enough.
he didn’t grab his jacket. didn’t bring a weapon. just slipped out, heart pounding, guilt screaming in his ears with every step.
by the time he reached yuk’s base, his eyes burned.
he knocked.
nothing.
he knocked again, harder.
the door flew open.
yuk stood there, eyes sharp, posture defensive, anger already loaded.
“…what,” yuk said. not a question.
xav opened his mouth.
nothing came out.
his hands shook.
“i— i’m sorry,” xav finally said, voice cracking. “i didn’t— i didn’t want to ignore you. i was forced. i swear i was—”
“oh, so now you show up?” yuk snapped. “weeks, xav. weeks. you don’t just disappear on me like that.”
xav’s vision blurred.
“I know,” he whispered. “i know. i hate myself for it.”
yuk scoffed, looking away. “you should.”
that broke him.
xav stepped forward suddenly and wrapped his arms around yuk’s neck, pulling him into a hug—tight, desperate, like he was afraid yuk would vanish if he let go.
yuk froze.
completely.
ten seconds passed.
xav’s face pressed into his shoulder, breath hitching, tears soaking into fabric.
“…i’m sorry,” xav choked. “i didn’t want to lose you.”
yuk swallowed.
“…okay— okay!” he said, voice louder than necessary, hands hovering awkwardly before finally settling on xav’s back. “calm down. you’re— you’re getting snot on me.”
but he hugged him back.
firm. real.
xav clutched him like a lifeline, crying quietly, shoulders shaking.
yuk sighed, rubbing a hand up and down his back.
“…you’re such a mess,” he muttered.
xav’s first day at his new california school already felt too bright. too loud. too many people staring when he walked into homeroom with a quiet posture.
he kept his eyes down, backpack held tight, and took the first empty seat. he hated attention— but everyone always notices the new kid.
for a minute it almost felt normal. kids talking, teacher shuffling papers.
then the classroom door slammed open.
yuk walked in with his crew— three loud guys who were already laughing about something stupid.
xav looked up for one second.
“…he looks cool.”
that was his first thought. just an observation.
yuk saw him staring and smirked.
during class, yuk and his friends kept whispering fake compliments loud enough for xav to hear:
“bro look, german exchange student— that’s sick. say something in german, man.”
“nah he probably doesn’t even understand english.”
“no no, he looks smart, right? like a lil professor.”
every line sounded friendly on the surface, but the tone? mocking. sharp. the kind of “joking” meant to get a reaction.
xav tried to ignore it. he really, really did.
after class, yuk walked right up to him with that fake-friendly smile.
“hey, new kid. how’s california, bestie?”
his friends snorted.
xav didn’t get it at first. he just mumbled, “it’s… fine,” and tried to leave.
yuk leaned in, voice low:
“don’t walk away when someone’s talking to you.”
the guys laughed. xav realized too late they weren’t actually trying to talk. they were trying to embarrass him.
his face fell instantly. sad in a quiet, heavy way, and he walked off fast.
⸻
lunch
xav sat alone outside at a table no one used. he picked at the cafeteria food, not eating it.
he didn’t notice yuk until a shadow dropped over the table.
“hey guys, look— he’s eating by himself,” yuk announced like he discovered something hilarious.
one of his friends snatched xav’s lunch tray. another shoved his shoulder “playfully” but way too hard.
the last guy grabbed xav’s notebook and flipped through it, laughing at his handwriting.
“bro he writes like a granny”
“nah he writes like a serial killer, look at this.”
yuk didn’t even need to touch him. he just stood there grinning, enjoying the power.
xav didn’t fight back.
didn’t yell.
didn’t push.
he just quietly reached out for his notebook with a shaky hand and whispered,
“please give it back.”
they laughed harder because of how soft he was.
eventually they tossed his stuff on the ground and walked off, still talking shit.
⸻
after school
xav made it home, face blank, eyes dull.
he dropped onto his bed without changing clothes.
he wasn’t crying, he wasn’t even angry.
he just stared at the ceiling and thought:
“…i have to do this again tomorrow.”
california felt nothing like a fresh start anymore.
part 2 later😜
it’s stupidly late… like 2:47 a.m. late. yuk’s base is quiet except for the little buzz of the old fridge and the tapping of his lighter. he’s on the couch, jumpsuit half-off, looking half-awake, half-bored.
then the base door clicks.
yuk doesn’t even look up at first.
“..that better not be xav,” he mutters, because xav is supposed to be on shift tonight.
xav steps inside anyway, hoodie on, mask off, hair messy like he threw it together on the way over. he closes the door slow, trying not to make noise.
“why’re you here?” yuk rasped. “bro, aren’t you supposed to be with your crew?”
xav shrugs, dropping onto the couch next to him like it’s his house.
“told them i was busy.”
“with what?” yuk raises a brow.
“this.”
then he grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and throws it over both of them like he owns the place.
yuk freezes.
“did you seriously lie to ditch them?”
xav nods, totally calm.
“they talk too much.”
yuk scoffs. “and i don’t?”
xav just hums, this soft “mm.” yuk can’t tell if that means yes or no, and that annoys him more.
they sit there for a minute, sharing the blanket. xav pulls his knees up. yuk pretends the closeness doesn’t bother him at all.
“…you good?” yuk finally asks, low.
xav thinks for a second, staring at the wall like he’s choosing his words carefully.
“yeah. just tired of… everything.”
yuk doesn’t say anything, but he shifts the blanket more over xav’s shoulder.
xav notices. doesn’t comment.
“you ever get like that?” xav asks quietly.
“every day,” yuk says. “but i don’t dip out on my whole cre- i mean, myself— to come cry at someone else’s base—”
xav gives him a side-eye.
“i’m not crying.”
“you sound like it.”
“yuk,” xav says flatly.
yuk snorts, sitting back.
“…okay fine. you don’t.”
they sit in that peaceful silence again, but this time it’s not awkward, just weirdly warm.
xav leans his head back and lets out a quiet exhale, one of those breaths people only do when they finally relax.
“kinda nice here,” he admits.
yuk tries not to react, but his ears definitely perk up.
“yeah, well… don’t get used to it.”
“too late,” xav says, closing his eyes.
there’s a long pause.
“hey,” yuk says suddenly, softer, “you can… come here whenever. you know. if you want. i dont know why you would, though,”
xav opens one eye, looks at him, and there’s the tiniest smile.
“i know,” he says simply.
and yuk, for once, doesn’t argue.
the blanket shifts again, and this time they both stay under it like it’s normal.