Revelation
Title: Revelation
Author: lovesarequiem
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: vam
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the laptop I'm writing on. AU, obviously never happened.
Summary: Revelation: announcement, betrayal, communication, discovery, exposure, unveiling.
A slip-up in heaven means that the devout Margera family are mistakenly sent to Hell, but are Heaven and Hell as black and white as the family have always believed?
Chapters 1-13
Hey, I'm having a seriously annoying case of writers block at the moment but I churned this out and thought I should post it; sorry it's not as long as usual but what can you do? I figured I'd post it if I had it then get to work on the next part (which fortunately I do have ideas for, its just getting them out)
“No Jonne.” Ville was annoyed, Bam had gone to have a shower and he longed to join him but Jonne was being an ass about getting the shopping up to the apartment. “Its in ‘The Rules’, you know, the ones we wrote and swore would never be broken because you didn’t trust me to co-operate when it came to chores.”
“But I have Volleyball tomorrow! I’ll catch a cold and it’ll be entirely your fault!” Jonne was whinging now, eyes classically widened and watering as he sought to get out of chores.
“Then get some of your precious fans to do it because I certainly am not.” Seeing Jonne pout then suddenly brighten Ville pre-empted the blonde, after knowing him for centuries he usually knew the way his mind worked. “Neither is Bam. Get your lazy ass out there this instant!”
“Fine, no need to yell, just let me go change into something warmer.”
In an effort to stop himself from throttling Jonne, Ville lit a cigarette and took several deep drags as he paced the corridor. He was down to the filter in a matter of seconds and moved his hand up to remove it from his mouth and flick it on the floor when Jonne rolled out the room opposite him with a bang.
“-ckK!”
Cautiously Jonne crept from the door towards Ville; who was doubled over on the floor, one hand clamped over his throat.
“Are you alright?”
Ville looked up and focused on Jonne’s face, his eyes watering.
“D… I …loody l…k alrigh…?”
Ville’s voice rasped as he tried to form words and degenerated into harsh coughs for a moment.
“…wallow my cig…et.”
“What was that?”
Ville ignored Jonne and hauled himself to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and filling it with water he drained it in one go, refilled it, drained it once more then turned to Jonne.
“I said I swallowed my cigarette.” He fell silent as Jonne laughed, choosing instead to stare in a type of morbid fascination at the blonde demon.
“What are you wearing?”
Jonne grinned and looked down at the veritable rainbow of colour he’d become engulfed in. Taking a deep breath he launched into an explanation of exactly what he was wearing.
“Two long sleeved T-shirts, two normal T-shirts, a jumper, two hoodies, three pairs of socks, my absolute warmest trousers,” he paused to take another breath. “One and a half pairs of gloves, two scarves, a beanie and the earmuffs that match my wings.” Tapping said fluffy pink earmuffs he walked towards the door leading to the stairs.
“But aren’t you too hot?” Ville leant against the sink and placed his water glass on the work surface.
“You have to be joking.” Jonne, with some difficulty, crossed his arms and pouted, “It’s cold in there. Not hot. Cold! As in, opposite of hot.” That said, Jonne moved infront of the door and visibly steeled himself before entering the frigid tundra of the stairs.
Ville sighed; knowing Jonne as he did Ville mentally began the countdown before the ‘Rush’. Said ‘Rush’ always occurred the day before a serious volleyball match or tournament when the blonde demon’s nerves would get the better of him and he would practically inhale a mountain of junk food and drinks that were jam-packed with additives and E-numbers. Hopefully Bam would help with damage control; Ville had indulged in Jonne’s tradition once before and the next morning found he and Jonne lying in a crater that used to be a building and surrounded by inflatable flamingos and mouse traps, since then he’d acted as the responsible parent who’d be blamed if anything was broken
Phase 1 of the ‘Rush’ usually always saw Ville running round like a headless chicken as he sought to keep the exceedingly hyper Jonne from blowing up something important. Speaking of which…
Ville quickly ran to grab his things from the living room, particularly the Nightmare before Christmas and any other Tim Burton DVD he could lay his hands on. He dumped his things in a corner of his bedroom that he was less likely to walk over and as extra insurance tucked the Nightmare before Christmas behind one of his bookshelves.
Now, Phase 2… That really was a nightmare
Collapsing on his bed with a groan Ville buried his face in the pillow Bam had used last night. Speaking of whom… the bed dipped beside Ville and a slightly damp hand came to rest on the back of Ville’s neck, brushing aside the dark wavy hair in order to trace the black heartagram tattoo.
“Hey, are you alright?” Ville turned to see Bam leaning over him; droplets of water falling from his hair and onto the pillows, making the dark red fabric appear black.
Eyes widening at the realisation he’d forgotten to get in the shower with Bam while he had the chance, Ville pulled the mortal down for a soft kiss. Moving back from Bam’s lips he leant up to lick the shell of his ear and breathing into it.
“I’m alright but I’ll be so much better as soon as you get back in that shower.”
Within seconds they were tumbling into the bathroom as a resounding rash came from the kitchen followed by a weak call for “help”. Ville mumbled something in Bam’s neck.
“What?”
Lifting his head slightly Ville sighed; he was fed up of repeating himself today, once was more than enough.
“He’ll be fine, any second now we’ll hear another crash showing he’s perfectly alright…”
Nearly a minute of uncomfortable silence followed Ville’s proclamation, the only thing needed to complete the scene would be for a piece of tumbleweed to blow past.
Ville bit the inside of his lip as he struggled not to curse Jonne; eventually he managed to grind out something other than profanities.
“Would you go and help that idiot? I would… well actually no, I wouldn’t, as I can’t be bothered and find myself in real need of a shower.”
Nodding in answer to the first question and in agreement with what had been said, it was with reluctance that Bam turned his back on Ville and made his way to the kitchen.
Bam expected to see Jonne sprawled on the floor; however he couldn’t find any sign of him at first glance. An empty glass bottle that previously held coke rattled across the floor from behind the large fridge, eventually coming to rest after having bumped into one of Bam’s feet.
Cautiously Bam crept through the kitchen to where the fridge blocked his view. Peering round the fridge Bam was met with the sight of… nothing.
A hand clamped over his mouth wile an arm partially wrapped round him in an attempt to stop him from struggling. The only reason Bam hadn’t freaked out was for 2 reasons:
1 - The hand clamped over his mouth smelled faintly of strawberry bubblegum, and
2 - Studying the arm wrapped round him Bam could easily identify it as Jonne’s. For a second he’d been afraid it was an angel out for revenge but he reasoned that there was no way in Hell or Heaven that Nathaniel or one of his friends would ever wear sparkly lavender nail polish.
They remained in that position with Jonne’s hand cutting off anything Bam tried to say until the sound of the shower running could be heard.
“Ok,” Jonne whispered, finally releasing Bam and motioning for him to remain quiet. “Now don’t go calling for Ville, we’re gonna surprise him and have some fun along the way. This year I’ve thought ahead and bought him a bottle of absinthe as compensation.”
Jonne grinned as he filled Bam in on his near-legendary sugar rushes. Drunk or hyper people always craved company in one form or another and he was determined that regardless of what Ville said, Bam would be a perfect hellion of a hyper-buddy.
Half an hour later Ville stepped out of the bathroom with a content expression on his face; though Bam hadn’t been with him, the hot water of the shower pounding on his back was still incredibly relaxing. Walking into his room a worry of what happened in the kitchen blossomed as he saw no Bam waiting for him.
“Hey! Bam!”
Bam appeared round the door, a large smile on his face.
“Hey Willa! What’s up? Jonne was alright; he just dropped a looaadd of sugary stuff and couldn’t pick it up.”
“He has it already? Loath as I am to ask for assistance, I think I’ll need your help while he’s on his sugar high… Bam, are you twitching?”
“Yes! I mean no. No, definitely no twitching, shaking or sugar induced behaviour of any kind. None whatsoever!”
Ville raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe… just a little twitching but do you have any idea how hard it is to stop myself from jumping you? You look hot!” Ville raised the other eyebrow too and Bam fidgeted under the look, idly rolling his skateboard underfoot.
“While I like to think that I am indeed ‘hot’, it’s hard to miss the blatant attempt to soften me up. I’m gonna get changed now, tell Jonne that if anything is blown up before I get to the kitchen then game or no game, he is screwed.” Bam nodded quickly and ran from the room quickly followed by the sound of doors opening and closing.
A jolt ran through Ville as he realized several important things:
- Bam was hyper, no doubt Jonne’s influence.
- Two highly creative people (one with the ability to set things on fire or make them explode) had been reduced to no more than glorified 5-year-olds by excessive sugar intake. He knew how Jonne reacted to sugar and Bam would be no different.
- Usually Jonne would stay where he was and just create havoc on the street as he said it was ‘too much hassle to walk anywhere’
- He’d just let Bam walk out of the room with a skateboard.
- To presently 5-year-old minds a skateboard was a mode of transport.
- A mode of transport meant they weren’t technically walking anywhere
- It was too quiet
Add all those things together and you reach one hell of a bad omen for Ville.
Bolting out his room he skittered past the marginally open front door and with a growing urgency Ville burst into the kitchen to find it barren. There was a large bottle of what appeared to be Absinthe on the table with a note bearing one word:
Consolation
Hey could anyone help me with things about volleyball? Like are there set things I absolutely must know without wading through all the rules?
Its kind of bad that I don't know much about it but volleyball has always seemed like a cool sport, hence why I used it.
Its a proven fact that comments help me write better, so please indulge me
Author: lovesarequiem
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: vam
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the laptop I'm writing on. AU, obviously never happened.
Summary: Revelation: announcement, betrayal, communication, discovery, exposure, unveiling.
A slip-up in heaven means that the devout Margera family are mistakenly sent to Hell, but are Heaven and Hell as black and white as the family have always believed?
Chapters 1-13
Hey, I'm having a seriously annoying case of writers block at the moment but I churned this out and thought I should post it; sorry it's not as long as usual but what can you do? I figured I'd post it if I had it then get to work on the next part (which fortunately I do have ideas for, its just getting them out)
“No Jonne.” Ville was annoyed, Bam had gone to have a shower and he longed to join him but Jonne was being an ass about getting the shopping up to the apartment. “Its in ‘The Rules’, you know, the ones we wrote and swore would never be broken because you didn’t trust me to co-operate when it came to chores.”
“But I have Volleyball tomorrow! I’ll catch a cold and it’ll be entirely your fault!” Jonne was whinging now, eyes classically widened and watering as he sought to get out of chores.
“Then get some of your precious fans to do it because I certainly am not.” Seeing Jonne pout then suddenly brighten Ville pre-empted the blonde, after knowing him for centuries he usually knew the way his mind worked. “Neither is Bam. Get your lazy ass out there this instant!”
“Fine, no need to yell, just let me go change into something warmer.”
In an effort to stop himself from throttling Jonne, Ville lit a cigarette and took several deep drags as he paced the corridor. He was down to the filter in a matter of seconds and moved his hand up to remove it from his mouth and flick it on the floor when Jonne rolled out the room opposite him with a bang.
“-ckK!”
Cautiously Jonne crept from the door towards Ville; who was doubled over on the floor, one hand clamped over his throat.
“Are you alright?”
Ville looked up and focused on Jonne’s face, his eyes watering.
“D… I …loody l…k alrigh…?”
Ville’s voice rasped as he tried to form words and degenerated into harsh coughs for a moment.
“…wallow my cig…et.”
“What was that?”
Ville ignored Jonne and hauled himself to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and filling it with water he drained it in one go, refilled it, drained it once more then turned to Jonne.
“I said I swallowed my cigarette.” He fell silent as Jonne laughed, choosing instead to stare in a type of morbid fascination at the blonde demon.
“What are you wearing?”
Jonne grinned and looked down at the veritable rainbow of colour he’d become engulfed in. Taking a deep breath he launched into an explanation of exactly what he was wearing.
“Two long sleeved T-shirts, two normal T-shirts, a jumper, two hoodies, three pairs of socks, my absolute warmest trousers,” he paused to take another breath. “One and a half pairs of gloves, two scarves, a beanie and the earmuffs that match my wings.” Tapping said fluffy pink earmuffs he walked towards the door leading to the stairs.
“But aren’t you too hot?” Ville leant against the sink and placed his water glass on the work surface.
“You have to be joking.” Jonne, with some difficulty, crossed his arms and pouted, “It’s cold in there. Not hot. Cold! As in, opposite of hot.” That said, Jonne moved infront of the door and visibly steeled himself before entering the frigid tundra of the stairs.
Ville sighed; knowing Jonne as he did Ville mentally began the countdown before the ‘Rush’. Said ‘Rush’ always occurred the day before a serious volleyball match or tournament when the blonde demon’s nerves would get the better of him and he would practically inhale a mountain of junk food and drinks that were jam-packed with additives and E-numbers. Hopefully Bam would help with damage control; Ville had indulged in Jonne’s tradition once before and the next morning found he and Jonne lying in a crater that used to be a building and surrounded by inflatable flamingos and mouse traps, since then he’d acted as the responsible parent who’d be blamed if anything was broken
Phase 1 of the ‘Rush’ usually always saw Ville running round like a headless chicken as he sought to keep the exceedingly hyper Jonne from blowing up something important. Speaking of which…
Ville quickly ran to grab his things from the living room, particularly the Nightmare before Christmas and any other Tim Burton DVD he could lay his hands on. He dumped his things in a corner of his bedroom that he was less likely to walk over and as extra insurance tucked the Nightmare before Christmas behind one of his bookshelves.
Now, Phase 2… That really was a nightmare
Collapsing on his bed with a groan Ville buried his face in the pillow Bam had used last night. Speaking of whom… the bed dipped beside Ville and a slightly damp hand came to rest on the back of Ville’s neck, brushing aside the dark wavy hair in order to trace the black heartagram tattoo.
“Hey, are you alright?” Ville turned to see Bam leaning over him; droplets of water falling from his hair and onto the pillows, making the dark red fabric appear black.
Eyes widening at the realisation he’d forgotten to get in the shower with Bam while he had the chance, Ville pulled the mortal down for a soft kiss. Moving back from Bam’s lips he leant up to lick the shell of his ear and breathing into it.
“I’m alright but I’ll be so much better as soon as you get back in that shower.”
Within seconds they were tumbling into the bathroom as a resounding rash came from the kitchen followed by a weak call for “help”. Ville mumbled something in Bam’s neck.
“What?”
Lifting his head slightly Ville sighed; he was fed up of repeating himself today, once was more than enough.
“He’ll be fine, any second now we’ll hear another crash showing he’s perfectly alright…”
Nearly a minute of uncomfortable silence followed Ville’s proclamation, the only thing needed to complete the scene would be for a piece of tumbleweed to blow past.
Ville bit the inside of his lip as he struggled not to curse Jonne; eventually he managed to grind out something other than profanities.
“Would you go and help that idiot? I would… well actually no, I wouldn’t, as I can’t be bothered and find myself in real need of a shower.”
Nodding in answer to the first question and in agreement with what had been said, it was with reluctance that Bam turned his back on Ville and made his way to the kitchen.
Bam expected to see Jonne sprawled on the floor; however he couldn’t find any sign of him at first glance. An empty glass bottle that previously held coke rattled across the floor from behind the large fridge, eventually coming to rest after having bumped into one of Bam’s feet.
Cautiously Bam crept through the kitchen to where the fridge blocked his view. Peering round the fridge Bam was met with the sight of… nothing.
A hand clamped over his mouth wile an arm partially wrapped round him in an attempt to stop him from struggling. The only reason Bam hadn’t freaked out was for 2 reasons:
1 - The hand clamped over his mouth smelled faintly of strawberry bubblegum, and
2 - Studying the arm wrapped round him Bam could easily identify it as Jonne’s. For a second he’d been afraid it was an angel out for revenge but he reasoned that there was no way in Hell or Heaven that Nathaniel or one of his friends would ever wear sparkly lavender nail polish.
They remained in that position with Jonne’s hand cutting off anything Bam tried to say until the sound of the shower running could be heard.
“Ok,” Jonne whispered, finally releasing Bam and motioning for him to remain quiet. “Now don’t go calling for Ville, we’re gonna surprise him and have some fun along the way. This year I’ve thought ahead and bought him a bottle of absinthe as compensation.”
Jonne grinned as he filled Bam in on his near-legendary sugar rushes. Drunk or hyper people always craved company in one form or another and he was determined that regardless of what Ville said, Bam would be a perfect hellion of a hyper-buddy.
Half an hour later Ville stepped out of the bathroom with a content expression on his face; though Bam hadn’t been with him, the hot water of the shower pounding on his back was still incredibly relaxing. Walking into his room a worry of what happened in the kitchen blossomed as he saw no Bam waiting for him.
“Hey! Bam!”
Bam appeared round the door, a large smile on his face.
“Hey Willa! What’s up? Jonne was alright; he just dropped a looaadd of sugary stuff and couldn’t pick it up.”
“He has it already? Loath as I am to ask for assistance, I think I’ll need your help while he’s on his sugar high… Bam, are you twitching?”
“Yes! I mean no. No, definitely no twitching, shaking or sugar induced behaviour of any kind. None whatsoever!”
Ville raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe… just a little twitching but do you have any idea how hard it is to stop myself from jumping you? You look hot!” Ville raised the other eyebrow too and Bam fidgeted under the look, idly rolling his skateboard underfoot.
“While I like to think that I am indeed ‘hot’, it’s hard to miss the blatant attempt to soften me up. I’m gonna get changed now, tell Jonne that if anything is blown up before I get to the kitchen then game or no game, he is screwed.” Bam nodded quickly and ran from the room quickly followed by the sound of doors opening and closing.
A jolt ran through Ville as he realized several important things:
- Bam was hyper, no doubt Jonne’s influence.
- Two highly creative people (one with the ability to set things on fire or make them explode) had been reduced to no more than glorified 5-year-olds by excessive sugar intake. He knew how Jonne reacted to sugar and Bam would be no different.
- Usually Jonne would stay where he was and just create havoc on the street as he said it was ‘too much hassle to walk anywhere’
- He’d just let Bam walk out of the room with a skateboard.
- To presently 5-year-old minds a skateboard was a mode of transport.
- A mode of transport meant they weren’t technically walking anywhere
- It was too quiet
Add all those things together and you reach one hell of a bad omen for Ville.
Bolting out his room he skittered past the marginally open front door and with a growing urgency Ville burst into the kitchen to find it barren. There was a large bottle of what appeared to be Absinthe on the table with a note bearing one word:
Consolation
Hey could anyone help me with things about volleyball? Like are there set things I absolutely must know without wading through all the rules?
Its kind of bad that I don't know much about it but volleyball has always seemed like a cool sport, hence why I used it.
Its a proven fact that comments help me write better, so please indulge me