This was honestly really fun to write.

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A little on Revan’s past: The Piercings

Revan, age 15

Nao(brother), age 32 (deceased at 28)

Trisha(sister-in-law), age 31

Lena(niece), age 10 (deceased at 9)

Graci(mother), age 52

Adrian(father), age 54 (deceased at 45)

Monta(boyfriend), age 16

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Sitting on the carpeted floor of the hotel, was Revan and Monta. Well, Monta was laying on his back, feet planted on the ground and letting his knees bend to where they pointed towards the ceiling. An alright little support for Revan’s back where he sat, leaning against them.

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A glance sent towards Revan, an eyebrow raised. He didn’t look over for a good while, keeping his eyes on the ‘kit’ that he was holding. Really, it was just a bag holding two sterilized safety pins, cotton swabs, a small thing of rubbing alcohol, and two identical stud earrings.

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“You sure ‘bout this, Rev?”

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His eyebrows knitted, eyes staring at the disposable piercing kit. And then he shrugged, placing the kit down next to him, looking over at Monta. “Might as well. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

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And if either of them winced at the accidental harshness in his tone, neither of them mentioned it. Just as they always did, every time. Monta snickered though, “Of course I know what I’m doing, dumbass. I did all of my own piercings, remember?”

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Revan rolled his eyes, watching as Monta pushed himself up to sit. “Whatever. At least I won’t be complaining about lice due to laying down on the hotel carpet.”

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“Nah, instead you’ll cry like a damn baby with the piercing.”

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Revan lightly shoved Monta, huffing. “Oh shut up. I don’t cry.”

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Silence lapsed, time continued on. Monty scoffed, flicking Revan’s forehead. A mumbled defeat, “Mhmm…”

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Monta grabbed the kit, pushing Revan a bit. “Now move your ass so I can stab your ears.”

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He gave Monty a questioning look for a moment, and then shifted so that his boyfriend could more easily reach his ears. “Don’t mess it up too much, Monty.”

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“I won’t. You know, as long as you don’t fuck it up by moving too much, Rev.”

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“Whatever, just do the piercing.” And he heard the slight hum in response, the sounds of the kit being opened.

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While waiting, Revan sat there. Thinking. Trying to convince himself the piercing was going to be worth it. Which he was already fairly certain of. After all, it’d piss off his mother even more. A sour cherry on top of the sundae that was stealing her card and renting a whole ass hotel room to do it in. Trisha would be mad too…

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When something cold tapped against the lobe of his ear, Revon shifted instinctually away from it.

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“Didn’t I literally just say not to move?”

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Revan rolled his eyes. “Maybe give some warning next time?” A huff was all he got in return, and a hand coming up to hold his head in place. The cold came back, and he assumed it was the makeshift needle.

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Just as quickly as it had tapped his lobe, pressure was being applied to get it through. Not using anything to numb his ears was probably a dumb idea, but the pin was through his lobe relatively quickly. And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t dealt with worse pain before… The pin was closed, “Aight, one down. One more to go. And then we got to keep the pins in for like- 15 minutes.”

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The Aftermath (aka a time skip to after The Piercings)

Warning for homophobia and transphobia

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Going back to the house was a complicated experience. At least for Revan. The mix of emotions made him want to turn around, go back to the hotel. Simultaneously, he also wanted to go face the storm waiting for him.

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Either way, he still reached the door, only one car in the driveway. Revan didn’t really care who it was, both of the options sucked. Tris couldn’t bear to look at him half the time, and his mother… He felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up and over at Monta. “Should I expect to be able to see you tomorrow?”

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Well, he thought about it. And then shrugged with a roll of his eyes, “Probably. Not like they could actually stop me.”

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Monty nodded with a grin, giving him a peck on the cheek before turning and making his way off. Revan looked at the door again, and made his way inside.

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To find his mother in the front stairwell, apparently having been making her way downstairs. Revan grimaced, she scoffed. She opened her mouth to speak, he made his way down the hallway. Whatever she had to say, he didn’t want to hear it. He never did.

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She still followed him, “And where do you think you’re going now?”

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Revan rolled his eyes, continued walking. He really was getting better at ignoring her. To be fair, he wasn’t really set on where he was going. He’d planned on just going to his room, but that was upstairs, and he hadn’t wanted to deal with her.

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“I asked you a question.”

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He gritted his teeth, “Away from you. Obviously.”

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“Do not use that tone with me. You’re the one who stole my card and used it to take yourself and that girlfriend of yours to a hotel.”

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He clenched his jaw, biting his tongue, stopping where he was and turning towards her. He fished the card out from his pocket, “You want it back? Then here, fucking take it.”

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Within seconds it was no longer in his hand, “Do not curse in my house, and again with that tone. I will not be disrespected in my house, by an immature child who decided street filth is a proper choice to bring into the family. Though I suppose you’re a well fit for each other, if this is what you wear out in public. Are you trying to stain the family even more or does it simply come naturally for you?”

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Revan scoffed, “Fuck you. At least I’m not some pretentious, piece of shit bitch like you.”

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The air froze, his mother going stiff. And then he was stumbling back, hand going up his cheek, eyes switching between the face of his mother and her hand slowly returning back to its place at her side.

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She wasn’t looking at him, not really. Her hand raised again, he tensed. She grabbed his ear instead, pulling him closer. “Did you pierce your ears?”

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He shifted, trying to pull away, her grip tightened. “Do you want people to think you’re some- Some fag? Do you want to put that onto this family too? I have a hard enough time erasing the other stains you’ve made! I’ve had a hard enough time trying to keep the public from finding out about your filth girlfriend! About all of your failures and shortcomings!”

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She let go of his ear, hand reeling back. When it connected this time, he stumbled back and to the side, almost directly into the wall. “Have you not caused this family enough grief already? Have you not stolen enough away already? From me? From Tris?”

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His breathing seemed too heavy, his throat tight, he couldn’t move. Frozen. He couldn’t speak. Silence lapsed. “I am getting sick and tired of you ignoring me. Of all of this behavior. It is the behavior of a worthless, pitiful burden.”

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Revan stared at the floor, unable to move his eyes. He couldn’t speak. He could barely breathe. “I suppose the behavior shouldn’t surprise me then though. You’re dismissed, go to your room. I’ll decide when you can leave it again later.” And he heard her turn, walking away.