Don't stray from the path. Travis's life was already planned for him. Whether he liked it or not. it was set in stone. Destiny couldn't be changed...Or can it? After a certain conversation in a bathroom with a blue-haired boy, Travis's life turns upside down, for better or for worse. Struggling with accepting his crush and soon learning of old family secrets that were hidden for a reason, Travis tries to survive. Cross-posted on Ao3!

"Its just I hate myself sometimes and I really hate how I act. I'm so fucking mean to everyone, especially you and your friends, and I guess it's because your happy and I'm not. I've been jealous of you since you got here. Your perfect." "I've never been perfect, no one is. I just know which parts of myself to hide and which parts to show." ~ Travis Phelps was never much of a social person. Never had any real friends. Never had a real support system. That was until him and Sal Fisher form an unlikely friendship that makes Travis question his life and everything about it. ~ 18/41 chapters edited ~ TWs Psychical/verbal Abuse Drugs Mentions of Alcohol Implied eating disorders Religious Trauma Homophobia Slurs Suicidal thoughts/ideation (Rated mature for the above, No smut/NSFW) ~ 3/13/2023 - 8/3/2024 ~ Ranked 3 in #salvis as of 11/21/24 ~ I Can't find the credits to the cover send them to me if you know them. ~ Inspired by @Snopera 'Butterfly Weed'

While it was true that Sal had virtually offered Travis refuge from his strict father, he hadn't expected him to take the offer for verbatim. Needless to say, Sal was a bit surprised when the boy showed up at his door. sal x travis STARTED: APRIL 26, 2021

People at Nockfell high have rumored that Travis Phelps was a homo, a fag. When A beating goes too far and a young mind breaks down in a unfair world, nobody could help him... Or so he thought. (all characters are owned by the portable moose company, credits to artist on first page, I do not know who you are but this is amazing artwork, and I do not claim it as my own.)

The last person Sal thought he'd end up falling for was Travis Phelps, but as he'd learned time and time again, the unexpected was to be expected. WORD COUNT: 160,833 STARTED: NOVEMBER 12, 2021 FINISHED: DECEMBER 27, 2022

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.

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.