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FIC MASTERLIST

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(^^Art commissioned from @almaadst!!)

Who am I? I’m @i-prefer-the-term-antihero, and this is my side blog where I post my fanfiction!! (See the end for more of my blogs!)

I mainly write for Pandora Hearts (manga), Castlevania (animated series), Tangled (the Series) (cartoon), but I’m in a ton of different fandoms and write for all sorts of things! If you like anime/manga, cartoons, webtoons, and/or video games, I may have written something for a series you like!

I mostly write platonic and familial relationships/stories, but very occasionally try my hand at romance too. My writing also leans towards angst and internal monologue.

I’m a huge fan of villainous characters with redemptive qualities, as well as heroes with villainous qualities, so you’ll see lots of fics about those types of characters.

(Are you interested in a physical version of my fics ^^? You may be in luck! Please take this survey to let me know you are interested!!)

Below the cut is the masterlist of all my fics, and the links to where they’re posted!!

mochiiniko

how could she, a doll, an echo herself, know what it meant to be good?

(hi @antihero-writings! hope you dont mind the ping, i just wanted to show some art i made of the offspring of a dream because i read it earlier and holy shit it was so good i had to make something immediately)

antihero-writings

Having someone on the internet draw art of one of your fics, unprompted and uncommissioned, just because they liked it that much, is just about the best compliment a fic writer could ever receive.

It’s something I always longed for but, over the years, kinda gave up hope it’d ever happen.

So, needless to say…this means a lot to me. Thank you so so much for this early Christmas gift

P.S. Might I use this as cover art for the fic? I’ll credit you wherever I can!

#bloodborne #antihero writings #offspring of a dream

Waving Through the Veil (Ch 1)

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen (Book and Musical)

Summary: Evan is haunted by Connor. No, literally haunted. His ghost shows up after hearing Evan's lie about the Orchard, and Evan can actually see him. But, as weird as this situation is, maybe this is how they can become real friends after all.

Note: The one thing I’ve always wanted to see from this franchise, ever since first watching the musical, but even more so after reading the book, is the ghost of Connor being able to have a relationship with Evan. So...I decided to write it! This is written in the style of the book, and will probably mostly follow the book, (I even include some passages from it), but I will probably draw from the musical at times too, depending on what portrayal of something I like best. For those of you who have read the book, the fic begins in the middle of the first scene of chapter 9. I hope you enjoy!! If you do, please don't hesitate to leave a comment to let me know!! It's your comments that fics like this going <3

Chapter 1: All we See Are Ghosts

I didn't bother turning the light on as I flopped down on the couch with the signature groan of a man who’s hit rock bottom. Well maybe not rockbottom, but sediment bottom at least. I think we learned about that in science class; it’s where the fossils are get stuck…That’s pretty much how I feel at the moment.

I'm not sure why I keep reporting back to Jared after every new disaster. I never feel better after our chats. Jared has a way of highlighting my errors so they seem even worse than I first realized.

But I'm so lost right now, sitting alone on the couch in my dark living room. Jared is the only person in the entire world who has even the slightest appreciation for where I am.

I bring Jared up to speed with what happened at the Murphys. We end up texting for a while, and, at this point, my stomach is still churning from the conversation, especially the prospect of making fake emails. Fake emails...to continue the lie I didn't intend to start.

What is wrong with me? Seriously. Why do I keep fooling myself into thinking that the worst that could happen has already happened? Things always get worse. It's guaranteed. That's how life works. You're born and you keep getting older and grayer and sicker, and no matter what effort you make to reverse the process, you die. Every single time To repeat: worse, worse, worse, and then death. I have a long way to go before the worst. This is only the beginning.

And these emails...I'd be giving them what they want—what they need. I'd be helping them.

It's tempting. It really is. But it's also...sick? I can't keep doing this, deceiving these poor people. I'm not cut out for it.

At one point tonight it felt like I was sweating from my eyes—that's how anxious I was. Had I perspired another drop, I might have mummified. I can't go on like this. I'm all drained out.

I turn my phone over so it's facedown. The light from the screen waves over my cast. The memory of the story I conjured up for the Murphys hits me anew. They were talking about the orchard, and I guess the way they were talking about it made me think of Ellison Park. And I can no longer think of Ellison Park without thinking of the tree, and my fall. Connor wasn’t there that day, of course. But I guess...he could've been. when I was telling the story…it was almost like he was. Suddenly thinking of him being there to come get me…everything felt okay. Or at least not not okay. And 'not okay' is how I usually feel.

I’m considering going up to my room when I hear a voice speak:

“So you took my advice after all. It was a nice story, I’ll give you that. No racist-punching, but better than the truth at least.”

#dear evan hansen #evan hansen #connor murphy #deh musical #deh #heidi hansen #musical fandom

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When the Smoke Clears

Fandom: Moriarty the Patriot | Yuukoku no Moriarity (Manga)

Summary: “All that’s left is to wait and see if he’s got the will to wake up.” The ride to America is lonely without Liam. Sherlock talks to Billy about their relationship, and his worries, over a smoke. Written for A Moth in the Archive’s prompt “Sailing the Stars.” (Discord | Youtube Channel | Twitch)

Sherlock’s dreams kept ending in falling lately.

A desperate hand.

An aching heart.

A blade in his shoulder.

A fiery crash.

A dark sky, the stars struggling to break through.

The bridge, struggling to hold them.

A friend, letting go.

And then the fall.

Through the stars and into the dawn.

He’d wake up before they hit the water.

Hearing the sound of the waves, feeling the rocking of the boat, he’d remember where he was. That the fall was real, and all that came before. That he was lucky there was an afterwards.

He’d always look at the other bed, always wondering if this time he’d find Liam awake. If this time the bed would be empty, and Liam would be breathing in the salty air above, looking towards the shores of America, smiling once again.

Instead Liam would be just as he left him: still, but breathing. Still bandaged, bruised, and half-blinded.

Still not waking up.

Sherlock needed a smoke.

#sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #mtp william #mtp sherlock #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mtp #ynm

When the Smoke Clears

Fandom: Moriarty the Patriot | Yuukoku no Moriarity (Manga)

Sherlock’s dreams kept ending in falling lately.

A desperate hand.

An aching heart.

A blade in his shoulder.

A fiery crash.

A dark sky, the stars struggling to break through.

The bridge, struggling to hold them.

A friend, letting go.

And then the fall.

Through the stars and into the dawn.

He’d wake up before they hit the water.

Hearing the sound of the waves, feeling the rocking of the boat, he’d remember where he was. That the fall was real, and all that came before. That he was lucky there was an afterwards.

Instead Liam would be just as he left him: still, but breathing. Still bandaged, bruised, and half-blinded.

Still not waking up.

Sherlock needed a smoke.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #billy the kid #mtp william #mtp sherlock #ynm

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Uninvitation

Fandom: Pandora Hearts

Summary: Shelly's funeral was very nice. Everyone said so. Break isn't so sure. As he stands at her grave, an unwelcome visitor shows up. Written for the Pandora Hearts Month 2023 Prompt: "Grave."

It was a very nice funeral. Everyone said so.

As if funerals can be nice.

Sure, the sun was shining, the snow was sparkling. Maybe that made it nice. But should the “niceness” of funeral be measured in the kindness of the weather, and the youth of the flowers?

Then again, of course it was nice; Sheryl had spared no expense; the ceremony, the food, the flowers, the decorations were each extravagant in their own ways. Shelly surely wouldn’t have cared about pomp and circumstance, but nice plates and vases were all Sheryl had, so the rest of them weren’t about to stop her.

Sheryl always stood tall, but one day Break found her hunched over Shelly’s things, holding tight to one of her dresses, smiling softly, weeping. When he sat beside her, even though he didn’t ask, she told stories of when she was a child, murmuring old proverbs about how mothers shouldn’t have to bury their daughters.

So, no. They weren’t going to stop her.

And as she sat telling him stories, she had had the audacity to pause, look up, and ask, “Xerkkun, how are you faring?”

#pandora hearts #phmonth23 #xerxes break #sharon rainsworth #reim lunettes #Rufus barma #sheryl rainsworth #pandora hearts fic

The Uninvitation

Fandom: Pandora Hearts

Summary: Shelly's funeral was very nice. Everyone said so. Break isn't so sure. As he stands at her grave, an unwelcome visitor shows up. Written for the Pandora Hearts Month 2023 Prompt: "Grave."

It was a very nice funeral. Everyone said so.

As if funerals can be nice.

Sure, the sun was shining, the snow was sparkling. Maybe that made it nice. But should the “niceness” of funeral be measured in the kindness of the weather, and the youth of the flowers?

So, no. They weren’t going to stop her.

And as she sat telling him stories, she had had the audacity to pause, look up, and ask, “Xerkkun, how are you faring?”

#pandora hearts #phmonth23 #Xerxes break #sharon rainsworth #reim lunettes #Rufus barma #sheryl rainsworth #pandora hearts fic #pandora hearts fanfiction

Lucid Remembrance

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Summary: "You're so worried about you. You know what I've dealt with? Every night for more years than you could know... the last thing I see before sleep is the image of you—You and me over that pit, your hand... wrapped around mine. And then you open your grip. And as I fall away, all I can see is your face. Choosing all...this...crap over me. Letting me go." The first night's always the worst. (Written for Tale Foundry's prompt "The Monster of Your Stories.")

Baelfire lie beneath a tree, hugging his cloak tighter around himself, feeling cold, and hungry, and lost. He shut his eyes, trying not to shiver, trying to fall asleep.

The stars were different here.

The leaves barely protected him from the rain…but, for now at least, it was better than being in that village. It was too loud, and too bright, and too strange.

He thought, without magic, this world would be simpler, gentler. But this world was too much. Too much to bear.

Too much to bear…alone.

If he’d had his father with him, he thought he could handle all the loud noises, bright lights, and strangeness.

But he didn’t.

So he couldn’t.

#once upon a time #rumplestiltskin #baelfire #Neal cassidy #ouat rumple #ouat #ouat fanfiction #ouat fic #ouat fandom

Learning to Walk

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Summary: Hiccup and gravity have been enemies for as long as he can remember. Most people have to learn to walk only once, but, many times throughout his life, Hiccup has had to learn what it means to stand on his own two feet. My fic for the @oncethereweredragonszine!

The world was too big. And Hiccup, a year old, was too small within it. Could he stand it? Stand in it? He wasn’t sure.

After all, there were dragons out there.

Surely a weak thing like him couldn’t survive the heat of flame, the prick of teeth, so maybe he shouldn’t try to stand.

The Earth quaked when he attempted to get to his feet...and that was before the flames and the teeth came.

Night came with a fury that sent water to his eyes.

He cried…a lot. He cried when the big man—“dad” was his name—left to fight the teeth and claws. He cried when the house burned—it did so rather often. He cried when he was hungry, and thirsty. The world turned too fast.

Too big. Too fast.

Perhaps, greedy thing, he ought stop asking for so much.

“That’s it, just a little bit further!”

#how to train your dragon #httyd #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup #hiccup & toothless #hiccup angst #httyd2 #httyd3 #toothless #stoick #stoick the vast #httyd stoick #hiccup and stoick #hiccup and toothless #httyd 2 #httyd fanfiction #httyd zine #zine fic

If Everything Breaks

Fandom: Pandora Hearts

Summary: Break doesn't like to dance…but maybe just this once || A tale of Break as he grows accustomed to his life with the Rainsworths. My fic for the Chained Pandora Hearts Zine! Written to go alongside @paraffinegg’s art!!

For a while I’ve had some headcanons on how Break picked his new name, and I thought, what better time to write about it than my zine fic!

When Kevin opened his eyes, the light was too bright. No…not eye-s. Just the one. The other’s empty socket throbbed like mad.

As said eye adjusted, vague shapes became clearer: the bed he was on, the tables and chairs around him—(too lavish a room for him)—and finally a person.

“My name...is Alice.”

He shot up, knocking his head against the headboard.

She laughed...an oddly bright sound.

Framed in sunlight, a woman was smiling at him.

“Where am I?” he demanded, voice hoarse.

She raised an eyebrow. “It’s rude to address a duchess’ daughter so informally, you know.”

His eye widened. This unassuming lady was a duchess’ daughter?

“I am Shelly Rainsworth. ...You showed up at our door covered in blood. ...Quite an entrance, I must say.”

The Rainsworths? He searched his brain but couldn’t find record of the name.

“And you are?”

#Xerxes break #pandora hearts #break pandora hearts #kevin regnard #kevin legnard #pandora hearts break #pandora hearts fic #pandora hearts shelly #shellly rainsworth #shelly pandora hearts #sheryl rainsworth #sharon rainsworth #reim lunettes

The Crownless Prince

Fandom: Tangled the Series

Summary: Edmund is sure baby Horace will grow into a big, strong prince one day. On the day of his and Rapunzel's wedding, he comforts him that that's exactly what he grew up to be. (My fic for the Wind in my Hair Zine)

He was the most beautiful thing Edmund had ever seen. With those big blue eyes, and that goofy smile. Edmund was sure he’d never seen anything more exquisite in his life. He wanted his son to know that.

The king knelt down beside the crib, folding his arms along the edge and looking serenely at him. He reached down and picked up a rattle from his son’s feet, jiggling it over him. The baby prince reached for it in vain, smiling all the same, and his father returned the expression.

“Hello Horace.” He said softly, then in an almost joking way, “It’s me, your dad. You know me, don’t you?”

The baby cooed.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

Edmund let him have the rattle, looking out the balcony at the darkening sky.

Once he had the rattle safely in his grasp, the infant prince became disinterested in it, and began reaching with all his might for something else.

Edmund looked around, trying to find what might have caught his eye but, after a moment, realized it was something on his person. His first guess was the shiny, purple pendant around his neck, which he held up between his thumb and forefinger. “Is this what you want?”

This was clearly not his desire; he stared at him, and promptly spit up.

#tangled the series #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzels tangled adventure #flynn rider #rapunzel #tangled #tangled the series fic #varian #lance strongbow #king edmund #tts #rta

hi, i don't know if you still take prompts but i was wondering if you mind writing some hurt/confort between Adrian and Trevor. It is hard to find gen fanfic with them

Hi!

I don’t know if you meant to send the ask twice, but I appreciate that you did! XD Because it means I can chat before writing anything.

Ive been taking a break from fanfiction lately, and have also been quite busy, so I can’t promise I’ll actually succeed at finishing something. However, I absolutely love your prompt, (and it seems doable as something short), so I’d love to try! You're right, there isn't a whole lot of gen fics for them, and I'd be happy to provide, if I can!

I was wondering, do you have any more details? Is there are specific scenario in which you want the hurt to occur? Or would you like me to just roll with wherever my brain takes me? XD

(You can send another anonymous ask if you have more details!)

#castlevania #prompts #ask #adrian tepes #alucard #trevor belmont #castlevania fanfiction

Hiya, I hope you and your loved ones are doing well 🐥 your writing is 🤌 Im just in love 💛 I was wondering if there is any updates on ‘Before it Kills You Too’, I’m just sooo addicted to it 😅 I’ve red it like 31 times 🥲 Anyway my lovely, just know that I’m appreciating you works or art and take care of yourself 😘

Hi! I'm so sorry this response is so goshdang late. I haven't been looking at this blog much in the past few months.

As such, I've been kind of taking a break from Fanfiction lately. So...unfortunately I don't have any updates for you. (At least, not since this one.) However, I do intend to finish it. Just not sure when that will be, hehe...

I'm just struggling a bit on how to finish it. I want to end it on a happier or neutral note after Zeus has been taking care of her but...it's hard to figure out how to get the piece there/what scenes specifically to write, besides a short summary of him nursing her back to health. (Do let me know if you have any ideas of your own!)

But anywho! I'm so very happy you like the fic so much!!! These are such huge compliments!! Thank you so much for the support!! I really really appreciate it!! <3 <3 <3

#lore olympus #zeus #before it kills you too #lo zeus #lore olympus zeus

So I’m watching My Little Pony Friendship is magic (I watched through S4 when I was a teenager but stopped, and I’m finally getting around to watching more, just started S5) and…I was wondering, was anyone else disappointed with both Discord’s reformation, and Twilight’s turning into an allicorn? (I think those were the end of S3).

Don’t get me wrong, I really really like the premises of both. I absolutely adore the idea of Fluttershy being the one to reform Discord, and Twilight finishing Starswirl’s last spell is a neat idea, as is everyone’s cutiemarks being switched.

But twilight becoming a princess and Discord being reformed are huge events for the series as a whole, and I felt like both were super rushed. If any season finale should be a dramatic two parter, it should be the one where twilight becomes a princess. The two premises don’t really fit together but I almost feel like both are two-parter-season-finale material.

Anywho. The reason I’m posting this on my writing blog is I’m contemplating writing fics rewriting those two episodes—either as separate episodes/ fics, or combining the two episodes somehow.

And I was wondering, does anyone have any ideas for things I might change or include to improve those episodes? Anything you wish was included yourself?

Right now all I can think is “slow both down” but that doesn’t really give me a lot to work with. I can pretty easily make Discord fight the reformation for longer, but I also need a more satisfying catalyst for him to realize that Fluttershy’s friendship actually matters to him. And I think I can expand on Starswirl’s spell and how it works, and make it a bit harder to finish but…I’d love some suggestions on more specific things I could add, subtract, or change.

(Also, I might make both episodes a little darker so don’t hesitate to suggest some darker things too)

(My apologies if this has been done before, I’m super duper new to the fandom)

#my little pony #mlp fim #mlp #my little pony friendship is magic #discord #discord mlp #mlp discord #twilight #twilight sparkle #fluttershy #mlp twilight sparkle #mlp fluttershy

The Boy with the Unspeakable Name (Ch11)

Fandom: Harry Potter (and the Chamber or Secrets)

Fic Summary: Tom Riddle may have won his battle with Harry in the Chamber of Secrets, but there were a few unforeseen consequences; loss of Tom’s memory being the most obnoxious of them. Is it possible to stop Tom’s past from becoming his future? Or is the young Tom Riddle doomed to repeat his mistakes?

Notes: Alright everyone I'M BACK ...And I'm so so SO sorry that I took so long to update. Over the past few months I took my first real break from posting fanfiction overall in a long time.

Before I posted this chapter, I actually ended up heavily editing some of the previous chapters, which I'd like to inform those who read the originals about first. (Currently only the Ao3 version, and the reblog version of this fic with the picture on top are up-to-date.)

* I made Tom overall more polite. I was of the belief that his politeness was not an innate trait, and without memory, he would be a bit more unpleasant, and then we could see him grow with time. I do still believe it's not an innate personality trait, but a couple things made me realize he really should act differently in my fic. * I made Snape treat Tom better in the interrogation chapter. Both at the beginning and end. I liked the ending with the Levicorpus spell, and I do kinda miss it, especially because it informed Harry's reactions, but I think it was just too mean, especially because of something I'm going for later. * I added a conversation with the other boy in the hospital wing. (By the way, if you go back to read that and can think of more things they should talk about, don't hesitate to let me know!)

...I think those are all the big things! Feel free to offer feedback on the changes if you read them!

I'm so sorry to everyone who was hoping for faster updates. I truly do appreciate your comments and support deeply, and hope that you will continue to read and still enjoy it. I would still love to hear what you think!! <3 <3

Chapter 11: The House of Books

“The summer? With you? And Harry Potter?”

Tom had been examining the objects Snape had brought him—objects which had apparently once belonged to him—and blinked, raising his head to look at him.

“Believe me, I am not thrilled about it either.”

“No, it’s not that—well, it is—it’s just…” He paused, running his fingers along the clothes laid out on the bed before him, then squinted up at Snape. “I’m trying to discern why this is a good idea.”

#harry potter #tom riddle #Severus snape #Harry Potter fanfiction #the boy with the unspeakable name #hp #hp fanfiction #hp fic #hp fanfic

My fic for this prompt on my ph & vnc blog, as well as @phmonth2021's vnc countdown, Day 2: Misha | Mikhail and/or Luna!

(This might function as my Day 1: Vanitas fic too...I don't really have any fic ideas for him right now. Might do art instead, if I have time. If you do have Vanitas fic ideas, send em over!)

Here was the original prompt:

"Can I also request vanitas & misha please. But from misha’s pov...Maybe something on misha liking that vanitas has long hair even though misha hated having long hair. and misha playing with vanitas’s hair. It can be during their time at Moreau’s? Some fluff during the angst."

Misha never had any brothers. No sisters, or a father, or even friends, really. Just him, and his mom, and the men who came and went. He wasn’t quite sure what friends or brothers, or all those sorts of people were made of. And what that made Number Sixty-Nine. As he sat next to him on the bed, Number Sixty-Nine leaning his head back against the wall, Misha wondered:

Were they friends? Were they brothers? Were they…what was that word again? Quaint-something? Were they merely two bodies to be broken and tampered in this lab? Were they just numbers after all, not just to the doctors, but to each other? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what he was made of. But he did know he was the only warmth after the cold tables and needles, the only quiet after the screaming, the only smiles after the tears. He knew Sixty-Nine was the sun and the stars to him, and that must make him at least somewhat special. He was the first person who actually cared if he got hurt. Not just cared, tried to stop the hurt. He didn’t know there were people like that. He was softer and warmer than the pillows he fell into when his mother hit him. He wasn’t sure what mothers were supposed to do, but he never liked it when his mother hit him. Did all mothers hit their children? What that what mothers were made of? Bumps and bruises, and shouts, and being cut and shaped into what she wanted you to be. That’s what his was made of, at least. He never liked hiding under the bed. He never liked hearing his mother moaning in the night. He never quite knew what the noises above the bed meant. She sounded like she might be in pain. But she told him never to get up when she had one of her men over. She was in pain. Then afterwards, she gave that pain to him. Only the vampire made her happy. And he never liked having long hair. Though he didn’t like the doctors either, he did like that they offered him that small kindness. Though they may strap him to tables, and put strange things into his body, and make him hurt too, that small kindness always made his body feel a little more like his. Not some imitation of a girl. Not some imitation of what his mother wanted him to be. His mother who hurt him. No. Sixty-Nine. Who tried to stop the hurt. He never liked having long hair, but taking strands of Sixty-Nine’s hair between his fingers, like dark water across his skin, he found he didn’t mind it on him—(whatever they were to each other). Sixty-Nine noticed him staring, and raised an eyebrow at him. Misha gave a little giggle. “Say, do you like having long hair?” Sixty-Nine raised his eyebrow further at the question. “I’ve never really cared much.” He looked away. “I suppose I must…since I’ve kept it this way.” “Well, I like it!” Misha threw up his hands. “I like it on you, at least.” No. Sixty-Nine looked a little embarrassed at that, he moved his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Thanks I-I guess.” “May I play with your hair?” “Uhh...Sure I guess.” Then he murmured under his breath, “I guess you don’t have much else to play with.” And Misha knew he was talking about things he didn’t understand again. Misha began taking the strands of Sixty-Nine’s hair and tossing them over and under each other, braiding them together. His mother often braided his hair, but it was something she’d made him learn too. He never liked doing it in the mirror. But it felt nice now. “Say…what are we?” He asked after a pause. “What are we?” He looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “We’re human. Why is that a question?” “I know that, Silly! I mean what are we to each other?” “Huh?” “I’ve never had friends before—I don’t think. Are we friends?” He curled a strand around his finger. “Are we…what was that word? Quaint-aunts-es? Are we lovers?” And this last one caught in his throat a little: “Are we brothers?” “We’re not lovers, I can tell you that much,” he snorted. “And it’s ‘acquaintances’. I—“ Sixty-Nine sighed. He always seemed so tired. He either seemed so tired, or energy burst out of him. There was an anger to him, he knew. Though he didn’t know why, where it came from. (Not that he ever knew. He didn't really get angry much himself). An anger that was different from his mother’s. It wasn’t an aspect of him, a piece of clothing he wore that Misha wished he would take off, something that made him hurt others sometimes. It was like the anger was written in his very being. And he never hurt anyone. “I don’t know. I guess we

can be whatever you want us to be.” “Well…what’s an acquaintance?” The braid wasn’t looking quite right, so he brushed it out and restarted. He sighed. “An acquaintance is someone you know, but not well. Someone you know casually, or met once or twice. Like…a friend of a friend.” “Well we must not be acquaintances! We’ve met much more than twice!” He chuckled a little. “Fair enough.” “What’s a friend?” “A friend is someone you do know well. Someone who you enjoy being around, and want to be around and talk to often. Someone you’re close to.” “That sounds like us!” “What’s a lover?” Sixty-Nine scoffed. “I don’t really know. I won’t say I’ve ever been one, but a lover is someone who you love more than a friend. Someone who you don’t just want to be close to, but you want to be close to constantly.” He stuck his tongue out in disgust. “Oh, that sounds like us too! I want to be around you all the time!” “You don’t love me,” there was an ice to his words, a bite to the cerulean gaze now directed at him. “Not like that.” Misha ignored this. He was reaching the bottom of the braid. “Well anyway, what…” his voice grew quieter now, and he sat back on his knees. “What’s a brother?” “A brother…a brother’s a little more complicated. A brother is generally someone who you’re related to. Someone who is also a child of your mother and father, but… isn’t you. There’s also half-brothers who share either your mother or your father but not both. It’s a bond closer than that of friendships, or even lovers, in a way. Your parents blood runs through their veins so, in a way, your blood does too. It’s like you’re…pieces of a whole. You’re family. You live together, you eat, and sleep, and cry, and laugh, together. “But, at the same time…you can call someone your brother, even if you’re not related, if they’re as close to you as a brother would be. If you’re family. If you live together, eat, sleep, cry, and laugh together. Or perhaps better yet, if you go through something together that makes you closer than you are to your friends. Something that makes you... pieces of a whole.” Misha finished the braid, but he had nothing to tie it off, so he simply admired it for a moment, then released his grip, and let the bottom fall loose. “I think I get it now,” Misha grinned, meeting his gaze, “Brother.”

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For @phmonth2021's vnc countdown, Day 4: Chloé and/or Jean-Jacques/Gevaudan!

A little poetic-prose Jean-Jacques character-study piece for you!

I might try and write something longer/more of a scene for this/him later, but this was what I came up with for now! I hope you like it!

His parents loved him. At least…he thought they did. They had at one point.

Then he was rewritten.

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