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[probablyyesnt]

Wind Around the Willow - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 is now out!! I love writing this silly little fic, it's so fun. I hope you guy's enjoy the new chapter, and, as always, here's a sneak peak!

  It’s weird to wake up in the ruins of what used to be the centerplace of his coven. The reveal of the core four vampires must’ve been recent, because none of them are bothering to hide their inhumanity from Legundo. Scott’s actually pretty sure he saw Owen rip into a raw steak in the middle of one of Legundo’s rants about healthy lifestyles, and the exhausted sigh Scott had watched visualize in the man had to have been the funniest thing his entire waking stay thus far.   There was one very, very, very awkward moment where Shelby had brought him a bottle of blood, and Scott had to grimace and politely decline her offer.   That’s how Scott ended up where he is now, sitting stiffly at the uncovered dining table with the entire coven–yes, Cleo and Apo both sitting appalled as they stare at him–and Legundo tensely passing him a baked potato.   “You’re Scott,” Cleo drawls slowly, eyes following his movements as he takes a slow bite of the bland meal, “And you’re from the future. And you, with blood readily available, are eating a baked potato.”   All he can really bring himself to do is nod silently, slowly eating more of the food he’s been given.   Cleo just mumbles the word “right” to herself a few times, anxiously leaning back in her chair and glaring up at the sky like it’s the reason Scott is here right now. It makes him miss his Cleo a little. She’s a lot more fun to hang around in his time, even if he mourns the version of her that he’d lost when she died. At least she’s still the same Cleo compared to the other reincarnations, just with some memory loss and dead skin.   “And nobody else is shocked because…?” She asks, turning to pointedly stare at the rest of the coven. Scott’s younger self sends a biting glare in his direction for a brief second.   “Legundo discovered he was human before he had even woken up.” He tells her curtly, rolling his eyes and scoffing under his breath before he takes a swig of his blood bottle like it’s whiskey. Huh. Scott kind of wishes he had some right now, maybe the stuff he’d drink with Gem and Impulse during Secret Life off times.

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[devinerot]

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stupid lil fic I did as practice

Scotts and Jimmys first meeting was,, silly, atleast silly to look back at cause to them? it was horrid, well as horrid as a first day of middle school can be for such small immature children.

Scotts and Xornoths parents dropped them off for their first day of school, dressed all fancy like they usually are. but i guess this time was a bit more special so they cranked up the fanciness for the day. they both went to their respective classes. Scott sat through a boring speech about how the schools gonna be, the lessons, teachers and after a while it was time for the children to start introducing themselves.

when the turn got to a boy with dirty blond hair who's attire was already covered in dirt, who was taller than the other children and stuck out like a sore thumb and wore a weird little cod hat, Scott wondered how he already got dirty, would his parents be mad? why would he get dirty if his parents would be mad?

the boy said some things about himself that scott wasnt really paying attention too, the introductions arent that important anyways, you can always get to know your classmates later on.

after they were done introducing themselves came a school tour, the teachers took the children around the school covering the more important places like the nurses office, principals office etc. then came the schoolyard, unfortunately for most - it rained the other day and the ground was still wet with a bunch of mud puddles everywhere so the children were told to be careful not to step in them.

youd think it's a fairly easy task, unless you're that strange cod boy who loves jumping in puddles, and unfortunately for scott he was standing a bit too close to the splash zone so when Jimmy ran for that puddle like his life depended on it he got caught in the crossfire, or to say it better - got absolutely covered in mud.

the teacher called out a bit too late so the only sound that followed the loud splashes was well, no sound. everyone was dead silent.

tears welled up in Scott's eyes - what will his parents say? what will they think? getting his brand new white clothes stained in mud. he saw the way they yell at his brother, he was scared of them.

Jimmy turned around to see why everyone was silent, to see if he was in trouble. the pure fear and shock on his face when he faced his classmate covered in mud, tears streaming down his face. he knew he was so gonna get yelled at when he gets back home.

and this is how the tale of Scott despising Jimmy for quite a couple years started.