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those five years (a collage so dear)

Alternate Universe: Manifest (Time Warp)

Tropes: Tattoo Artist!Nick, Grunge/Goth-ish/Punk!Nick, Older Brother!Nick, social media, vlogging, 10k+ words

Trigger Warnings: just some uneasiness between the three of them due to circumstances, discussion of missing persons + assuming two of the triplets are dead (they're not but y'know), angst with a happy ending

A/N: This fic is based around the *premise* from the show Manifest, which is that a plane takes off and it's a normal flight for everyone on it but when they land, they're told that five years have passed. The show revolves around solving the mystery and it's fine, but this fic is focusing on the idea of the triplets being separated by this five year gap and nothing else. 

Like, you just have to accept that some time warp fuckery happened and leave it at that, because that's as far as the fic explains it. Suspend your disbelief and enjoy purple-haired Nick Sturniolo! 

also this fic idea came while listening to a song i discovered through spotify called "we made it." by david hugo. The fic title was originally a lyric from the song "it's hard but each breath's a breakthrough" before I changed it, feel free to listen to the song while reading because I think it works miracles in terms of immersion. 

okay that's all, have fun

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"I overheard them talking. They're talking about moving some people to a later flight and putting the rest on the original flight, which still isn't ready." 

"Really?" Nick groaned, looking over to his brother as he walked back towards him and Chris. Their flight had already been postponed multiple hours, and now this? 

The only good thing about it was the fact that it letting Nick catch up on editing. 

"I'll call Mom, tell her we'll take a bit longer to get back to Boston." Matt offered, pushing himself from the chair and to his feet, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie for his phone. 

"Yeah, okay. Love you." The blonde agreed easily. 

Before Chris or Nick could say anything else, the airport employee that had been answering everyone's questions stepped forward towards the waiting area. "Okay, everyone! There's a plane ready, but it can't fit everybody. We'll need five people to move to a later flight." 

Nick and Chris looked to each other, shaking their heads in near unison. No one else in the room volunteered, either. 

"We're offering seven hundred dollars to those willing to move." 

That got people talking amongst themselves. One, two, three, then four hands went up. The worker motioned for them to come towards the front desk before addressing the room again, "C'mon, one more person?" 

Nick shifted in his seat, looking to Chris. He shrugged, considering it, "Seven hundred bucks is seven hundred bucks." 

"Bet." Nick sat up, raising his hand as he sat up, "I'll take it!" 

He'd come to regret those words more than he could ever know. 

"Wonderful. Boarding for your guy's flight will begin soon. Thanks for the patience and cooperation." The worker smiled, letting out what seemed to be a breath of relief. They motioned for him, so he stood up and began gathering up some of his things. 

"Alright, bub. Love you." Nick told Chris, who hummed, 

"Love you too. I'll tell Mom you're why we got home on time." Chris joked, earning a small chuckle as the pair hugged. Nick looked to Matt, who was still on the phone. They locked eyes, and Nick motioned to the front desk, earning a nod and a thumbs up from his other brother. "I'll tell him you said to have a good flight. Go on."