there will be no miracles here

Going cross-country had been a dream of mine ever since elementary school, and now I actually had a reason to go. But the first problem was which way to go. My worst fear was that Nick had moved out of the country and become a monk in the Netherlands like some of those rumors had said. But that wasn't likely - Nick's family had never been religious in the slightest, and the move had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, seemingly. Half of their furniture was left in the house, food still in the fridge, posters still on Nick's bedroom wall.

 

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Joick, of course.  

After being forced to do the unthinkable to his first and last sub, Joseph Delaney has spent the last two years of his life alone, holing himself away in his workshop and emotionlessly teaching classes at the First Academy of Magic and Spells. He was the best student they've ever seen, and therefore is the best master. He has countless subs knocking on his door, willing to bend over backwards to learn from him, but he's sworn to never take one on again.

Nicholas Jonas, an orphan, has been living at the First Academy since he was a child, making his way to the top of his class. 'The next Delaney, they call him. He's smart, enabled, and he wants to learn. After breaking it off with his first manipulative master, he's eager to actually learn something from someone.

After constant nagging from his brother, Joe finally agrees to meet this boy. He couldn't have ever imagined the connection instantly created between them. But both boys' pasts are dark and painful, and we all know that the past never really stays in the past.

Author's Notes

This story is set in a setting with magic. Where being able to make things disappear and fly are like being able to make ice. The First Academy of the Craft of Magic and Spelling is where children learn such skills, usually starting in sixth grade and attending it until graduation (along with regular highschool, of course. The two are completly seperate.)

Once having graduated, the student is awarded the title of 'master', and often goes onto the Second Academy, which is like college. As they attend classes there, it i customary for them to take on a 'sub' - a student in a lower grade who wishes to learn more. Like an apprentice. Subs commonly wear collars (that might have various spells on them to go along with their studies), for being a sub is a rather honorable position. The relationships are usually no more than a tutoring arrangement, but as with everything, more sometimes comes out of it.

This story includes sexual content including a little bit of BDSM and rape, language, abuse, and such like. Joick with a few secondary pairings.
This fic also currently does not have a title.

 

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Name: Joe Delaney (Master)
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual
Job: Teacher at the First Academy of the Craft of Magic and Spells, shopkeeper.
Education: High school diploma
Magic Education: Six years at the First Academy, four years at the Second Academy.
Past relationships: Had a few romances in highschool - nothing significant, but enough to know that he's 'on the fence'. Mastered a boy named Tyler for almost two years.




 Name: Nicholas Jonas (sub)
Age: 18
Sexuality: Confused/Undecided
Job: none
Education: High school diploma
Magic Education: First Academy graduate with six years.
Past relationships: Was collared by Greg Garbowsky, was his sub for a little under a year. Hasn't had any 'action' other than that.

 

 

 Name: Gregory Garbowsky (Master)
Age: 28
Sexuality: Bisexual
Job: Car dealer, runs a secret potion/drug buisiness.
Education: Ninth Grade
Magic Education: First Academy graduate with five years
Past and current relationships: Mastered Nicholas Jonas for under a year. Currently the master of Demetria Lovato and Logan Lerman.

 Name: Demetria Lovato (collared sub)
Age: 23
Sexuality: Straight
Job: none
Education: Ninth grade
Magic Education: Two years at the First Academy.
Past and current relationships: Collared by Greg Garbowsky, was the 'school's slut' at both the Academy and her academic school.






Name: Logan Lerman (collared sub)
Age: 24
Sexuality: Straight
Job: none
Education: Tenth Grade
Magic Education: None
Past relationships: Collared by Greg Garbowsky, never been in any other relationship.













 

 

"He's brilliant, Joe. The most brilliant student I believe I've ever taught. I look at him and I see a mini you. But the school only teaches them the basics - doesn't give them the opportunity to go any further. You don't have a sub. Why wouldn't you want him?"

The dark haired male groaned as he squinted down at the words on the page before him through large lenses. "Kevin," he growled, adjusting the dorky glasses on his face, "I am trying to study."

"The great [i]Joe Jonas[/i] still sudies?" Kevin gasped with mock amazement, approaching the desk where the man was seated. Books were scattered around him, journals and loose-leaf papers with scribbled notes stacked in crooked piles, pens and papers here and there. A small ledge on the front of the desk acted as a shelf and held jars of various things, cups of pencils, a few boxes of breath mints with assorted amounts left in them, a half empty cup of coffee that hadn't been taken back to the kitchen, and a box of tissues turned on its side. Bookshelves went from floor to ceiling in the room around him, two of them holding books, and the third one holding bottles and vials of different colors and shapes. The whole room was a mess, but Joe always magnaged to find exactly what he needed.

"Honestly, I don't know how you find anything in here," Kevin said, walking to the desk and righting the box of tissues. Joe's head snapped up and he whacked Kevin's hand away.

"Don't touch anything! I know where everything is. I'm working on something important - if you move [i]anything[/i] it could all be ruined."

Kevin moved backwards, raising his hands in the air dramatically. "Alright, alright. I'm not touching anything. You could use one of those breath mints right now, by the way. Have you been up all night?"

Joe huffed in annoyance and opened one of the tins, popping one into his mouth. At the reminder of how tired he was he rubbed his eyes under his glasses, fixing them afterward and flicking a bit of crust off his finger."Yeah."

Kevin sighed. "Will you eat least meet this kid? He wants a master. He wants to learn. And he has enough potential to be [i]your[/i] student. You haven't had a sub since--"

"Kevin, I-- I just can't, okay? After what happened with my... last one..."

"Tyler was using you. He was corrupt, and no one could have seen it beforehand. He was a danger to everyone, and you did what you had to do."
"Then why do I feel like a monster? What right did I have?"

Kevin sighed, going to the side of the desk and carefully sitting on the edge, looking down at his brother. His eyes were still furiously pouring over the text in front of him, giving him something else to concentrate on instead of those horrid memories. "Joe, it was one undeserving life or hundreds of innocent ones. Maybe it would have been thousands. You... extinguished him-- before he could use his powers for more evil."

"You make it sound like some stupid comic book," Joe said defensively, marking his page and closing the heavy book in front of him. He pulled his glasses off his face, closing the temples and setting them down on the little shelf.

Kevin reached forward a bit tentatively, resting his hand on top of Joe's. The wizard was shorter and skinnier, and his brother's hand covered it like a turtle's shell. "It isn't your fault, Joe. Only a handful of people can be trusted with the powers that you have and handle the responsibility of them. That's why we want you to take on these subs... to teach them a few things, to see if they'd be fit. This world needs more people like you to keep it safe, and if it means getting rid of people like Tyler... so be it."

He heard the truth in Kevin's words. Pulling his hand free, he rested his elbows on the table and his forehead in his palms. "So this kid..."

"Well, he's not a kid. He's eighteen. An orphan, actually - been living in the residential hall at the academy since he was a kid. His parents--well, he doesn't talk about them. I don't know what happened, but Crosby might."

"Uh huh..." Joe looked up at him, pushing some of his long bangs aside, wishing he would cut to the chase. "And what makes this kid so special?"

"Well, you can really tell which ones are dedicated and interested in the true craft of magic, and who want to just to make shit disappear and fly. Nicholas is one of those rare gems who are the former. He's got amazing control over his abilities, he's one of the hardest studiers and most naturally brilliant kids I've ever seen. Ask any of his teachers. I never see him at lunch or durring free periods without his nose in a book, studying or simply reading for pleasure. He often complains that he can't reach his full potential at the academy, learn all the things he'd like to learn, and he's right. You'll see when you meet him..."

"Who says I'm going to meet him?"

Kevin's eyebrows raised, as if amused, and then they furrowed. "You have to meet him, Joe. He needs you. And, frankly, you need him."

Joe opened his book again and replaced his glasses. "There are other teachers," he said dismissively, looking back down at the text.
Kevin closed the book forcefully, almost crushing Joe's fingers between the covers, taking his glasses off and setting them aside. "There aren't any as great as you. You need to get over this, Joe. You're depriving this child of learning - depriving the world of someone who could bring about great change, as you have. And you're keeping yourself trapped in this bottle. You're pretending it never happened, but at the same time you're letting it take over your life. Tyler was a monster, okay? He would have killed people if - Joe, [i]look[/i] at me - if you hadn't gotten rid of him--"

"Stop using these fucking analogies! I [i]killed[/i] him, okay? I killed him. Just [i]say[/i] it."

Kevin let out a breath, remaining calm. "Killed. If you hadn't killed Tyler, he would have hurt many innocent people. Everyone agrees. That's why they didn't take you to court. But you need to get past it. You love magic, Joe. It's your passion, your skill, you calling. You, with your knowledge, have a res[i]pon[/i]si[i]bil[/i]ity to pass it on to someone worthy. Will you just meet him?"

Joe lets out a breath, staring at his brother for a long moment. After a few long heartbeats, he puts his glasses back on his face and opens the book again. "I'll meet him," he says gruffly, "but right now, you've got to leave."

I get too many of these cute little plots late at night. When I'm not writing anymore, too. hrrng...




They were a simple-minded civilization, living among the beautiful wilderness, taking only what they needed from the land and giving back twice that. The wilderness was gorgeous; some trees reached up to a thousand feet tall, so high that when you looked up you could not see the tops, and the feeling of being so small in comparison would almost make you fall down on your bottom. Rivers ran wide and deep, snaking through these gigantic forests, supplying fresh water for the people that lived on their banks. And it was also home to exotic wildlife: multicolored birds the size of airplanes, wild tigers… these creatures did not go for humans, but the winged beasts would swoop down and carry off a deer or a goose as a snack.

The cities were placed on the sides of rivers and the coasts of oceans, and the people there lived simple lives. There was no fear of war as there were was only one global government on the planet that was two times the size of earth and being home to just a few millions of people. The planet was rich with natural resources, but the people were careful to use them sparingly. There were no big cities, but there were towns with neighborhoods and stores. People were happy. Of course, it wasn’t like everyone would join hands and sing, but no one had any reason to dislike someone else.

Cities were small. No skyscrapers, no exhaust-congested air, no streets packed with six lanes of cars. They were just clusters of small buildings, businesses and shops, powered by wind and solar and water power. They used small cars to get around, and in their homes they had nothing more than they needed. Everything was simple. Everyone was happy. Happy enough. They’d moved here hundreds and hundreds of years ago, when this new planet had been discovered. And there were others, too, farther off.

For Joe, the voyage to the colony planet of Zarous was long. Two years aboard a ship with two hundred other people, causing him to be twenty-one when he stepped foot onto the Zarous Interplanetary Launch Site. They poured off of the rocket and into the spaceport to meet the hosts that would be their caretakers, protecting them and guiding them for the next year in this radically different world. The moment Joe climbed out, he was taken a back with his surroundings. They spaceport was in a bowl, with big sweeping mountains on either side of them, covered in the tallest of trees, maybe a thousand feet tall, reaching so high that he couldn’t even see the tops. And in the distance, a shimmering body of water, the air currents creating a gentle breeze. Everything was like Earth, but many times bigger, and so much more vibrant, and beautiful. The spaceport itself was very simple, very small; a three story building with one side completely made of glass and downward slanting walls. The others seemed to have the same reaction, walking about clumsily like children in a swimming pool for the first time. Even the sky, instead of blue, was a light purple even in the daytime. Its sun was rather far away, causing it to be twilight even in the middle of the day, and never too hot. Against the twilight sky, it burned a dark red.

“Come on, inside, everyone. There will be time to sight see when you find your host,” the staff were urging them, ushering them into the building. It wasn’t like any airport Joe had ever seen on Earth. Much smaller on the inside, Joe figured there was a part of the building used to store the small ships. Their luggage was being carried in on carts, but Joe held a small bag of his more personal belongings that he wanted to keep closer to him, and a sign. In the language that he’d studied for years, the sign said the name [i]Nicholas Jonas[/i]. He draped his bag over his shoulder and held the sign up as he walked around, biting his lip from nervousness. All of the hosts were standing in a line, holding signs with names, but it soon became just a jumble as the passengers found theirs, greeting eachother with laughter and hugs.

Finally, a sign that said [i]Dailey[/i] caught his eye, and Joe grinned, nervously, as he scampered over to a curly haired man. Nicholas looked down at the sign he held, smiling. They’d seen enough pictures of eachother to recognize the other even without the sign. “Joseph?”

“Hey…” He smiled shyly, reaching out to grasp Nick’s hand when he outstretched it, but found himself clueless and feeling awkward when his host gently gripped his forearm just before the elbow, shaking it gently. Noting his, he pulled back. “Oh, ah, sorry… you, um… you do handshakes, don’t you?”

Embarrassed, Joe nodded, biting down gently on his knuckle – an old habit of his. This place really was different. “Um, yes.”  

“Uh, well, that’s how we do it here,” Nick chortled. “You wanna come with me? Don’t got anyone else to go with… here, let me take one of your bags.”

Splitting Joe’s several bags of luggage, they trooped down one of the large hallways and outside to a small car that’s waiting in the parking lot. Barely big enough for two people, they spent quite a bit of time shoving and stuffing the luggage into the tiny trunk.

The car ride home was short. They drove through a little village full of tiny houses, with garments hung on clotheslines to dry in the warm breeze, children playing in the dirt and flying kites and riding tricycles. They drove through a small town lined with itty-bitty shops that looked like cabins, the streets dotted with citizens traipsing along on their merry way. Everybody seemed so happy, so content, even with the almost primitive nature of the whole place. Everything was so simple. This would surely be a nice break from the harshness and complications of life on Earth.
 

Most of us are physically capable of seeing things. But very few pepole can actually see.

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Title: Caterpillars In the Spring
Author: validatedpride
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Summary:
When Joe and Nick's daughter is diagnosed with leukemia at age six, it turns their world upside down. Moving across the country, years of hospital visits, drugs and chemotherapy follow. And the constant fear that it's all going to fail and they're going to lose their baby girl hands over their heads. She's nine now. The only thing they can do is keep a smile on their face, to stay strong for Harlow, and hope.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Jeez, I haven't been on LJ in a long time...

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People have said they would pray for her – but God would have been the one giving her the leukemia in the first place. So why would He take it away if people prayed? Maybe as some sick demonstration of His power.

Then, if He’s real, fuck Him.

Even Harlow thinks, in a little girl way, why would God, if there is one, do this to her? Has she done something to deserve it? No, she’s only nine, she can’t have ‘sinned’ too severely yet.

When Joe and Nick's daughter is diagnosed with leukemia at age six, it turns their world upside down. Moving across the country, years of hospital visits, drugs and chemotherapy follow. And the constant fear that it's all going to fail and they're going to lose their baby girl hands over their heads. She's nine now. The only thing they can do is keep a smile on their face, to stay strong for Harlow, and hope.
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Well I heard you say today,
that no one cares about you.
Girl, I’ve heard you crying,
And I just need to say to you,

Never think for a second that nobody cares,
because there’s always, always, always gonna be someone out there
who would give it all for you.
You’re just a girl
but you mean the world to
someone out there.

Stay beautiful, stay beautiful,
your life means so much.
keep on living, keep on breathing,
don’t forget how much you’re loved.

Everybody had their ups and downs,
everybody needs a little love.
Everybody needs a little help believing.

Stay beautiful, stay beautiful,
your life has so much meaning.
keep on living, keep on breathing,
and never forget how much you are loved.

So don’t you let go, don’t you let go, oh,
you gotta keep on going,
don’t you give up, and don’t you cry.
just keep on trying, cause someone’s depending on you.

Stay beautiful, stay beautiful,
your life means so much.
keep on living, keep on breathing,
and don’t forget how much you’re loved.

everybody has their ups and downs,
everybody needs a little love.
Everybody needs a little help, believing.

So never let go, don’t you ever give up.
there’s someone that loves you,
there’s someone that needs you.
So go tell someone you love them,
because they need to know.

Stay beautiful, stay beautiful,
your life has so much meaning.
keep on living, keep on breathing,
and never forget how much you are loved.