Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

If a flap of a butterfly's wings causes a hurricane,,, What does a hurricane do? Sal Fisher, a boy diagnosed with severe depression who listens to metal. Most people think he might have gotten his life together. Travis Phelps, got diagnosed with depression as soon as he was able to leave nockfell. Most people hope he just died. What do they have in common? They both seemed to disappear right after graduation.

It is common knowledge that family values and an eventual future in the Church are the only things that matter to the infamous Travis Phelps. Trapped in an endless void of misery and self-hate, a mysterious young man with pigtails and a freaky mask catches his attention and shakes up his life. He can't take his mind off him. ･ﾟ:* STORY WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, self-harm, depression, explicit sexual content, murder and suicide. *:･ﾟ [ Cross-posted on Archive of Our Own ] 02/05/2023 - #1 in Salvis 02/19/2023 - #1 in Sallyface

Travis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight. Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore. spanish version on profile ! cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.