A Fellow Adventurer

Illinois (AHWM) from Not As You Know Them Illinois Harrison - written by @altegos

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Illinois lockscreens!

Suggested by @smolmaliciousmuffin, please reblog or like if you use!

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It's not perfect but it took waaaaay too long not to post. Plus, I am pretty happy with it overall!

Hope you all enjoy this little rendition of Illinois in the orchard, based on my last fluffy fanfic!

[altegos]

Help me decide what to work on [can vote for multiple]

Something from Counter Verse (Silver - @silverdxrk | Colonel - @needsxlittlemxdness | JJ - @magicxmute | Dan Wickes - @danxwickes universe)

NAYKT 2 main plot : The Devil You Know

NAYKT 2 side fic : Through the Looking Glass

Ego’s End - post apocalypse-ish with 2nd gen egos (somewhat related to NAYKT) - @askegosend

Everlocked - Poisoned Chalice sequel - Escape the Night

Body, Mind, and Soul - Loceit Soulmate fic (glowverse)

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Dating Illinois be like: exploring and trying local treats.

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The boys with crystals.

Illinois has orange quartz. It is believed to assist in overcoming fears and restoring self-worth. Yancy has amethyst. It brings groundedness, tranquility, and calm.

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got bored and made a thing :]

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two good bois

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“You’re as cool as a cucumber.

I like that.”

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Dreaming of you, wherever you are, my brave adventure man.

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Trying something new

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The resolution of all the fruitless searches… Oh, I want to be that complete I want to touch the light …I see in your eyes

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I’ll be with you until the e n d

| The Sound of Winter by Bush |

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From @incorrect-quotes-egos cause this is peak sibling energy

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Oh!! This is amazing, I absolutely love how you draw them! 

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NAYKT - Update 167

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“Yancy!”

The Host is on the floor, nose bleeding, probably broken as Illinois drags his brother off the poor blind guy. It’s a struggle to hold the former inmate back, there’s a lot of strength in those muscles of his, but Illinois manages to shove him back, placing himself directly in the way and pointing to the door.

“Out.”

“But he-!” Yancy starts, but Illinois just points harder.

Yancy looks to the Host, honestly wondering if it’s worth the fight to throw another punch. Nah. Not worth it. He heads for the door, punching at the doorframe before he passes through.

The Host is shocked, though given how many times he’s been punched lately maybe he shouldn’t be. There’s something of a pattern emerging amongst the people around him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re not off the hook.” Illinois turns on the Host, grumpy parent voice still in full effect. “Until I find out what happened you’re just as in trouble as he is.” Sure. Blah, blah. Innocent until proven guilty, but that applies to Yancy as much as it does to this guy.

The adventurer steps forward as he sees the Host shifting to stand up again. He may be mad but he’s not a dick. One arm on the elbow, and taking the man’s hand, Illinois hoists him to his feet. The Host has a tight grip on the hand, not letting go for a moment but it’s alright. Illinois has no problem in him waiting until he’s steady.

Taking a deep breath, the Host turns towards him. “I may have startled Mr Sharp while your brother was in the bathroom, and he ran off.”

Illinois rolls his eyes. Of course. Protective prick.

“Go back to the others, I’ll sort this out.” This is a family issue. No need to include the gaggle of weirdos they’ve found in this place. Besides the Host probably ought to get his nose looked at.

Outside, Yancy is pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath.

“Hey punchy!” Illinois calls out. “Do you want this place to go up in flames?” He steps into the way of his brother’s pacing, taking his arm and sternly turning him away from the building.

“I’m fine.” Yancy grumbles.

“Sure you are. Breathe.”

Yancy rolls his eyes but takes a slow deep breath in. Since joining Siren’s tour, the brothers have been working on things to help keep Yancy grounded. Mostly breathing, some yoga. No freezers. It helps. A few more breaths and Yancy is calmer. Still pissed, but less likely to take someone’s head off.

Illinois pats his brother on the back. “Let’s go find him.”

Yancy takes the upper floor, gentle exercise will help him keep his cool. Illinois meanwhile takes the lower floor. Every door he finds he opens, but there’s no sign of Sharp. To be expected. When he wants privacy, which to be fair isn’t all that often, he tends to be good at making sure he gets it. Every room is empty, until Illinois opens a door to see Remus stood in the middle of the room with his back to the door, looking at the walls.

….

“….What are you doing in here?”

“Checking the local real estate.” turning he gestures to the barren, vandalised, unfurnished walls, “Can’t you just see me living somewhere like this?”

Illinois stares at him.

“If you see Siren give a shout.” he steps to move on but pauses and turns back. “Don’t kill him.”

“God.” Remus crosses his arms, “You try to kill someone one time.”

Illinois nods, “That’s all it takes.”

The door closes. Remus watches the door, listening carefully as Illinois’s footsteps continue down the corridor.

Privacy of the room returned, his eyes scan over the ceiling. Three holes, one looks likely to get bigger if messed with, one difficult but not impossible to access, the last one in the corner.

Licking his finger he holds it in the air, checking something before clapping his hands and taking a running leap at the wall. As he hits, he scrabbles to push himself up and hooks his arms over the ceiling.

“Aah!” Siren yelps, hidden rather well in the space between the ceiling and the floor above. He’s curled on his side and looks like he’s been crying.

Remus gives him a smile, legs still dangling through the hole.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

[altegos]

My Brother’s Keeper masterlist

Summary - Illinois’s adventures have taken him all across the globe, but when he goes back to find his younger brother incarecerated in Happy Trails Peniterntiary, where none of the inmates ever want to leave, could his luck finally have run out?

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Is there a way you could possibly organize all of My Brothers Keeper? I would like to read it, but I can’t seem to find all the parts. But I may just not be looking hard enough. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.

Dear Nonnie it is none of your fault.

I have a very weird fic posting system. Most main characters have a blog, and when the update is primarily from their POV I post it on their blog. Illinois, Yancy, and Siren are my newest blogs so aren’t as ‘integrated’ as the others and it strikes me now that I’ve not reblogged the master list on any of them.

Here are the tumblr links to updates for your use

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Also if jumping about tumblr posts isn’t really your style

>>it’s also posted over on AO3<< where you can also find everything from this universe if it should tickle your fancy.

Hope this helps nonnie

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My Brother’s Keeper - Part 7

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Song: The Greatest Showman - The Other Side  --  [film clip with subtitles]

The crowd is electric, shouting along with a song they clearly don’t know the lyrics to. Dancing and jumping and vibing to the beat, everyone is living for the performer on stage. Everyone, that is, except for Illinois Harrison.

Though he had snuck out to a few concerts in his teen years, that was always more about rebelling than ever really enjoying the music. Honestly, he’s never really understood the connection a lot of people seem to have with it, and this guy is no different.

Illinois glances towards his baby brother. Yancy is clearly uncomfortable, hands buried deep in his pockets as he does his best to keep out of the way of those around them. Still, just like everyone else, he’s looking at the singer with awe. If he didn’t know any better, Illinois would be worried his brother might be under some kind of spell.

Siren Sharp, as the posters proclaim him, stands front and center on the stage, dressed entirely in black. Black t-shirt, open black button up pushed up at the sleeves, black jeans, black converse, and heavy blue eye make up; all topped off with short black hair. It’s too much.

It’s obvious he’s not new to this. No one works a crowd like that without having some experience with it. The guy’s a born performer. Every vocal kick, every spin, every reach towards the audience as he cradles the microphone; it’s all a ploy to draw them to him and make them believe he loves them. And Illinois seems to be the only one who doesn’t buy it.

He doesn’t know who this ‘Siren Sharp’ is but he’s bad news, and after a couple hours, as the last notes of the night finally play, Ill grabs his brother’s shoulder. The sooner they leave the better. Yancy glares at him and pulls away, instead pushing through the crowd.

“Yancy!” he hisses trying to follow, though he’s not quite as nimble at getting through. When he does catch up, they’re near a door guarded by a member of security.

“Oh no! No!” Illinois throws an arm in front of Yancy and points at him. “You are not going backstage.”

Yancy just stands, one eyebrow raised at his brother, hands still in his pockets. “Is dha’ so?”

“Yancy and guest?” The doorway is open and a young woman stands there, looking at them expectantly.

“Dha’s me.” Yancy scoffs at his brother, easily pushing past him and heading straight through the door. With a groan, Illinois has no choice but to follow, though he pauses in the doorway, sticking his head out again and addressing the member of security.

“You heard me tell him ‘no’, right?” The security guy shrugs. “Helpful.”

The backstage area is pretty hectic, everybody dismantling that what they can get away with while Siren gives his typical goodbye speech on stage. More than once Illinois has to dodge, stop, or catch something as he follows after his swiftly moving brother. He doesn’t know where they’re going, but he has a sneaking suspicion. And boy does he hope he’s wrong.

Sure enough, they wind up by the changing rooms. Their destination, the door at the end has a piece of paper blu-tac’d to it with the name ‘Siren Sharp’. Being so far behind, Illinois actually comes in half way through a conversation.

“-finkin’ of changin’ it.”

“Uh-uh.” The singer peels off the button-up shirt and throws it into the corner of the changing room stretching his arms and adjusting the t-shirt underneath as he turns. “You are forbidden. And this,” he gestures to the strapping man who’s just walked in, “must be your brother.”

“How-?” illinois looks back towards the stage, “How did you beat us here?”

Siren gives a shrug as he runs a hand through his hair. “A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“I thought you were a singer.”

“Steven!” Siren ignores him, bellowing to the open doorway.

“What?!” comes a distant reply.

“Less hair gel next time!”

“Noted!”

Patting his cheek, the singer turns and perches on the edge of his dressing table as he looks between his guests.

“Well you definitely got the looks.” Siren winks at Yancy who bites his lip trying not to smile. Illinois glares at them.

“Why are you flirting with him?” he points between them.

“Well I’d flirt with you but you have these grump lines,” Siren points to the edges of his forehead, “right here. Not really my thing.”

Yancy snorts while Siren smirks and Illinois raises his finger ready to put this punk in his goddamn place. Instead he pauses, takes a deep breath and sighs.

“We’re leaving.” Grabbing his brother by the arm, Illinois tries to pull Yancy towards the door, but the inmate resists.

“I ain’ leavin’.”

“You’ve been out for less than a week and already you’re messing around with a con artist.”

Siren frowns as he crosses his arms. “None taken.”

“I wanna stay!”

Illinois scowls at him but doesn’t let go of his brother, giving a yank to try and make him move. “What do you even think can happen with this, Yancy? You’re a criminal!” The last word is shouted and he watches as it hits Yancy like a freight train, the his younger brother’s face dropping. Illinois immediately regrets it. “I didn’t….”

When Yancy pulls away, Illinois doesn’t fight, letting go of his arm. That’s not how he meant it, but it’s sure what it sounded like. No getting away from that.

“I just,” the adventurer speaks slowly, “want to keep you safe.”

There’s a click from the doorway and the brothers turn to see Siren stood in front of the now closed door. The sound from outside is significantly quieter, though the three of them can definitely hear some kind of music.

Illinois raises an eyebrow at him. “Why did you close the door?”

“For some privacy.” Siren tries to reassure him.

“You best not be trying to kidnap us.”

Yancy isn’t paying either of them much attention, instead glancing around, confused at the increasing sound of music around them. “Do youse guys hear that?”

“I’m trying,” Siren pinches the bridge of his nose, “to offer you a job.”

“And you had to lock the door for that?”

Siren slams a fist against the doorframe beside him.

“Right here, right now

I put the offer out.

Don’t got to chase you down

To make you see it.”

He lowers his hand to lay it against his chest.

“You run with me

And you can keep him free

from all that history, those walls he’s been in.

It’s not quite typical, don’t be so critical

It may sound crazy, you need a little crazy

You can play it ‘sensible’.

Capture eventual.

Or you can come and work for me.”

Siren steps forward, seemingly unbothered by the highly confused looks the brothers are giving him as he looks between them.

“You’ve got a record. I can respect that.” he gestures towards the door, “Half my crew have their own pasts, but it doesn’t matter. In my crew we look out each other.” he pins them both with a firm glare. “We’re family.”

Siren looks to Yancy and continues as he walks towards the inmate,

“Don’t you want to get away

From the same old part you’ve had to play?

Cause I got what you need so come with me and take the ride

I’ll help you live on the outside

So you can do you like you do,

Or you can stick with me

Stay in your cage, or finally take the key.

Oh-!”

Siren has almost reached Yancy when Illinois’s hand on his shoulder cuts him off, forcefully pulling him away.

“Okay my friend let me just cut right in. I hate to tell you but that won’t happen.

So thanks but no,” he shoves the singer away and purposefully steps between them, “It’s time for us to go. We can survive the life you say we’re ‘trapped in’.”

Turning, he tries to take Yancy’s arm again, but the inmate is incredibly confused. Siren is singing, and his brother is talking weird, and frankly he doesn’t want to be near either one of them right now.

“Yancy can-!” Siren begins but Illinois rounds on him, finger raised and slowly advancing on him.

“Now I admire you,

and that whole show you do.

You’re onto something.

Really it’s something.”

He thumbs over his shoulder to Yancy.

“But my brother, he’s got me.

He don’t need you to cut him free.”

Illinois raises his hand to shoo the singer away.

“Go find some other guy to woo.”

The room is silent.

Siren stares at Illinois, mouth partially open in shock. Illinois’s eyes widen slowly as it dawns on him what has just happened. Yancy stares between both of them, genuinely concerned at what the hell he’s just witnessed.

“Are youse guys okay?” the inmate asks.

Siren points at Illinois, “You sang back.”

He shakes his head. “No I didn’t.”

“Why the fuck did you sing back?”

“I didn’t sing!”

“Youse were bof singin’.”

“STEVEN!” Siren shouts to the door and within seconds a frustrated Steven throws the door open.

“For god’s sake Si, I’m-!” his anger dies pretty quick as he sees the worried looks staring at him. “What?”

“It happened again.” Siren says.

“It what?”

“It happened again and this one-” he angrily jabs a finger into Illinois’s chest. “-sang back.”

The adventurer bats his hand away. “Stop saying that!”

“Fuck’s sake.” Steven grabs one of the bottles of water sat just outside the door and head straight for Siren, half-shooing, half-pushing Illinois away. “Why were you singing?”

“I don’t know!” Siren cracks the bottle open and throws it back, swallowing half of it way quicker than he probably should, “I was, I was offering them jobs, and my head felt like...weird and-”

As Illinois steps back, Yancy takes his arm and pulls him back a little, the two of them watching the singer and his friend. The two of them are talking like this isn’t the strangest thing they’ve seen, which somehow makes it seem even weirder.

“Why were youses singin’?” Yancy mutters, not wanting them to overhear.

“I don’t know.”  Illinois isn’t sure how to explain. It was like an instinct, only more base. It hadn’t even occurred to him he was doing it until after it was over. There was no thinking, no questioning, it just happened and honestly, it kind of left him feeling a little exposed. “They don’t seem to either.”

Both Siren and Steven are hissing at each other in not-quite-hushed voices, but there’s definitely a panic to their tone as they glance to Illinois. When their eyes meet, they all look away.

“Ill.” he turns to Yancy, his brother seeming a little conflicted as he speaks, “Maybe havin’ a job ain’ such a bad idea.”

Illinois inclines his head. He’s loathe to admit it, but Yancy’s right. Even with luck on their side, there’s only so far the two of them will get before some kind of authority, whether cop or bounty hunter, catches up to them. That is an encounter that won’t end well for anyone. Hiding in plain sight could serve them pretty well. Who knows? Maybe that luck of his brought them here for exactly this reason.

Illinois turns to the others.

“Sharp,” he calls, drawing both their attention to him,  “Tell me about these jobs you’re offering”