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GO FOLLOW THEM AND GIVE THEM LOTS OF LOVE BECAUSE THEY DESERVE IT AND THEY'RE ART IS FUCKING AMAZING
MAKE SURE TO @ THEM IN COMMENTS IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT THE ART BC THEY NEED TO KNOW HOW AMAZING THIS STUFF IS AND IF YOU DONT THINK ITS GOOD I WILL FUCKING FIGHT YOU

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TRIGGER WARNING : aNgRy aF tRaShY rAt MaN, talks about stuff Corruption did to Evan

HERE HAVE SOME ANGSTY REVAN FLUFF

Evan POV
I ran my hands gently through Remus's hair. For the first time since I got here, I felt content.  Despite the parasite sitting tied up to a chair in the kitchen.

I'm still shocked that Quinn was really a parasite. Even though it happened last night, I still can't wrap my mind around it.

But Deceit is doing even worse. He's loosing his mind and keeps aggravating the wound because he keeps trying to get up. He's restless because he has a chance to get Quinn back, but Logan won't let him go until he heals.

But at the moment, things had calmed down. Patton and Deceit were healing, neither now infected with the parasite. It's getting late, so everyone had already retired to their rooms for the night.

But Remus still refuses to leave my side. A part of it bothered me because I didn't want to be babied. I understand I'm already a shy fragile person and that the parasite has made it worse, but I think I can take care of myself...

Oh who am I kidding? I love that Remus is babying me. I like that he's always making sure I'm okay and that he's gotten really protective of me. I find it cute.

If only it were under better circumstances.  I'm still weak beyond belief, and I'm still in a lot of pain.  I haven't gotten any better, but I haven't gotten any worse either.

Because of this, I was finally able to lay on my back. All the wounds had scabbed over, except the parasite one. But it seemed to be dormant for now.

Remus was sprawled out on the couch, his head resting on my stomach. He was just wearing neon green boxers and a black hoodie.

I got to finally change out of my dress this morning. It was more than relieved to finally be out of it.  Now I was wearing a clean pair of boxers and one of Remus's sweatshirts. 

It was kinda awkward because I can't put any weight on my feet.  So changing in the living room was difficult and Remus had to help me out of the dress and with the hoodie.  Remus literally growled at everyone when I was changing to keep them away from me. 

But he refused to leave.  He turned around because he respected my privacy in some sense.  But he kept muttering something under his breath about wanting to fuck me but he couldn't because I was too precious to ruin?

I don't know what that means.  I hope it's something good.  Nobody will tell me what fuck means, so I plan on just screaming it until someone tells me once I get my voice back. 

I think I figured out why I can't talk.  The demon girl from the afterlife did say there would be consequences to coming back.

I think I basically traded my voice for my life.  But honestly, I'd do that a million times over so I can stay in this life.  I have Remus now and that makes me so happy. 

I think I'll be able to get my voice back. I had a seizure earlier today and was able to scream. Logan thinks if I do speech therapy that I might be able to regain my voice. So him and Patton have been working with me on that, it have them something to do.  To take their minds of Quinn and Corruption.

I let my mind drift as I mindlessly kept brushing Remus's hair with my hand. It was tangled and greasy, making it difficult. But he was asleep and he couldn't do anything to stop me.

I know some people don't really approve of us.  That's it's wrong for us to be dating because of what we represent.  I think Patton and Logan are the most against it.

Logan just because him and Remus don't get along in the slightest.  But Patton has taken on fatherly role to me and while he supports it, I can tell he doesn't think Remus is good enough for me.

But I don't care what they think.  I'm happy with Remus.  And I know he loves me.

I absentmindedly reached up to scratch my neck, but only to be reminded that the collar from Corruption is still on my neck.

No one can figure out how to get it off. It's been magicked or something similar to that. But no matter what anyone tries, it just won't come off.

It's a beautiful silver and white chunk of metal. But it's itchy and it drives Remus insane. He has tried almost everyone to get it off but to no avail. He's tried ripping it off with his own hands to taking a knife to it.

He doesn't like it because it shows that I belong to Corruption. It was a constant reminder of what he did. He broke my hand and shattered my dreams of playing music. He called me names and I don't know what they even meant. Remus won't tell me what they mean. He infected me with the parasite and is trying to get me killed.

The thoughts brought tears to my eyes. I hate this. I hate this so much.  I hate the feeling of not being in control of my body.  That I'm being destroyed from the inside out.  That no matter how far I run, I can't escape Corruption. 

Before I knew it, I was sobbing.  I'm being such a baby.  At least I'm home, safe, and with Remus.  I need to stop complaining.

But it all hurts so much.  My body just aches and hurts all over.  And than there's the mental damage.  The thoughts that can't heal and fade with time. 

My crying woke Remus up, probably because of how I was shaking so much.  I tried to hold back the sobs, I didn't want him to worry.

"Baby what's wrong?"  He asked me, his voice groggy with sleep.  He moved so that he was resting his elbows on either side of my stomach. 

I didn't answer since I couldn't.  I just stared at him with tear filled eyes. 

"Oh wait, you can't talk,"  He mumbled. "I'll be right back."

He gently kissed my forehead and then moved off me. He went into the kitchen, sending a glare at the still unconscious parasite.

He returned with a pen and a pad of paper.  He handed them to me, which I took gratefully.  It'll be hard to write with only one hand, but it's better than nothing.

Remus sat down at my head now, putting my head in his lap.  I started writing something on the paper while Remus ran his hand over the collar.  I could sense it was making him angry just seeing me in it.

I'm scared. I wrote, showing Remus the paper.

"Of what?" He asked, worry growing on his face.

That we won't defeat Corruption. That my hand won't heal and I'll never be able to play any instrument again. That I'll never get my voice back. I wrote sloppily, my hand shaking as my sadness grew.

Remus stilled my hand and held it in his. I dropped the pen and paper and just held onto Remus.  I held his hand tightly, like it was a life line, holding it to cheek.  It was trying not to cry, but a few strangled sobs escaped me. 

I hate this. I hate this so much. I just want to be normal again. I want to be able to say 'I love you' to Remus again. I want to be able to sing and play music. 

"I will murder Corruption for this,"  Remus vowed lowly.  "No one hurts you and gets away with it." 

Sorry for worrying you.  I wrote with shaky hands. 

"You aren't,"  He told me.  "I worry cause I love you.  I worry because people think they can hurt you and get away with it.  I worry...I worry that I won't be able to protect you.  That...I won't be able to save you."

I know you can.  I trust you.  I believe in you.  I told him, desperately trying to convince him this.  Remus just smiled softly at me. 

"I love you, you know that?"  He mumbled.  "I'll do anything for you."

Even murder Corruption? I wrote in a joking manor.  Remus laughed a bit. 

"I thought you were supposed to be the good one,"  He snickered.  "But yes, I will rip him limb from limb and torture him so that he can pay for what he did to you.  Maybe I'll throw him I a fire and than make a sandcastle out of his ashes next to the lake in the Pit.  That'd be fucking ironic."

Why won't anyone tell me what fuck means?  I asked.  Remus burst out laughing. 

"I'm not telling you and no one ever will,"  He said with a laugh.  "You are too innocent.  But in the mean time, I'll teach Patton how to cuss."

Logan might literally kill you if cussing is as bad as everyone acts like it is.  I joked, smiling now. 

"I'd like to see that nerd try,"  Remus laughed.  I let out a yawn, exhausted after being up to much. 

"Why don't you take a nap,"  He suggested.  "You need the sleep to get better."

I reached my arms up and made grabby hands.  Remus smirked and pulled me gently up into his lap.  He repositioned us so that he was on the bottom and I was laying on top of him. 

I moved to give him a deep kiss, despite the pain that shot up my back.  I moved back down so that I was resting comfortably on his chest. 

He gently ran his hands up and down my arms and the unscathed parts of my back.  It felt soothing to me and I liked it. 

I cleared my throat, multiple times, trying to do the thing that I've been practicing with Logan and Patton whenever Remus wasn't around.  Which wasn't much time, but I think I can do it. 

"L...ov....y...u..."  I mumbled, my voice incredibly soft and scratchy.  I poked his chest were his heart was and than booped him on the nose. 

My voice was softer then a whisper and was barely coherent, but the way Remus's face lit up made me so happy. 

"I love you too Buttercup,"  He told me with a huge smile.  "I'm so proud of you."

I smiled and buried my flushing face against his chest.  I love Remus so much.  Which is weird, but I do. 

"Rest baby,"  He told me.  "Sweet dreams and whatnot."

It took a while, but eventually I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.  The pain made it hard to sleep, but the thrum of Remus's heat eventually lulled me to sleep.