I'VE DONE IT AGAIN!

I've started yet another project on top of all the writing projects I typically do. Damn my quick-to-consider RP prompts. DAMN THEM!

But anyway, enjoy. This is a Twin Sollux-based fic, with Solkat and Davesol mixed it. And a little Davesolkat. And a little DavePolluxCaptorKarkat.

Ot3…

Anyway yeah, woot woot!

Your name is Pollux Castor. You're 22 YEARS OLD, work as a PROGRAMMER in a leading game company, and you've had a fairly calm life so far. All of your friends consider you the quiet nerdy kid who's surprisingly sweet. You had an amazing girlfriend in highschool who moved away a few years ago to attend college back in her home country, but other than that life's treated you well. Your recent boyfriend left after some disagreements you'd much rather not get into, but romance has, like always, never been a top stressor in your life.

You're kind to people who don't piss you off, you're calm most days, and even though you frequently lock yourself away to keep going full-circle with your coding, things are pretty chill. You're pretty open to others, but there are some secrets you would really rather not tell to anyone. One is the scars on your wrist you've been trying to forget for seven long years, and the other is your twin brother.

… Okay, so maybe that secret's a twin sister? No one in your family has ever told you about them.

Xe's an identical twin that you've been separated from since birth. It's hard to describe, and your father refused to tell you anything about them, so you can't be sure how to talk about them anyway. So you don't. You think about them all the time, though. Especially back in high school. Sometimes you'll have dreams of meeting your mirror image and reuniting your family or something stupid like that, but it probably won't ever happen.

Your birth mother took him and left, and your father kept you. You were named after the legend of the Gemini astrological symbol, Pollux to the Castor of the tale. You think your twin's name might be Castor, or at least you hope it is. That would be fucking amazing. It'd make sense at least.

Come to think of it, Castor isn't a very common name at all, yet ever so, all of your attempts to find them have turned up empty, so that's unfortunate. Strange how you feel so attached to a single name, you can't play games that call mages castors anymore because it just gets you right back into that confused phase.

If you could meet them, that'd be so fucking amazing. You just aren't convinced that you ever will. A part of you will forever be missing since the constant contact in the womb. It's horrible, and the main reason for your depressive bouts.

Your ex-boyfriend tried to convince you to go talk to a doctor about the depression, you just can't bring yourself to it though. It's not like it was when you were 15, you aren't going to hurt yourself because of it anymore.

You'll cope, somehow. You always have.

Always.

Your name is Castor Pyrope, you're 22 YEARS YOUNG, and you're just an overall FUN guy. You've always been a little out there, always the party-goer, the crazy nerdy dude from day one. You and your bro are both studying to make it big in the music business. Him with his mixing and (admittedly shitty) rapping, and you with your intense editing prowess. You're a force to be reckoned with, you and Strider. It's fucking amazing, actually.

While you've enjoyed the hella sweet life with a cool bro like Dave, him and his brother both have props for gettin' to you at a more physical level. It's more than some stupid relationship, and it's more than sex, it's art. At least from what they say. You don't even know, your boyfriend's kind of a douchebag. YOU'RE kind of a douchebag.

KK reminds you all the fucking time. Somehow you got stuck with mostly male friends, since girls tended to avoid you in high school. It's fine though, who cares about gender when you have such an amazing support group like them? KK's there for you emotionally, while Dave (and Dirk) and there physically. It's p great.

… Okay, is everyone bored yet? Are they leaving so you can actually explain why your halfway across the state with your boyfriend, in some intense city with pretty much nothing fun in it? Aight. Cool.

You… You have a twin brother.

You mother talks about him all the time. After she left her husband and took the two of you away, she settled down with an outstanding lawyer, had two more kids, and seemed to forget all about the little boy she left with "dear old pops." His name is Scion or something, your real dad. Maybe you can find him somewhere, too.

Sometime around high school, you started flipping your shit for seemingly no reason. Something always seemed to get you down, and when you're down things get hairy. You started shit for no reason, and when your mother asked why you told her that you've just never felt complete, and it pissed you off. You told her the fucking truth, that's just how it is.

You didn't realize how right you were until the next month, when she sat you down and told you about him…

Pollux Captor. That's his name. She only knows because she fucking named you both, after the Gemini symbol and all. But that's your bro's name, and it's all you've had to go by until then. Even after the bi-polar diagnosis and the medication started kicking in, everything changed. High school went by pretty fucking quick after that.

By now you've moved out, started college, and joined the support group you're so proud of. Couldn't be happier, really. You've got all the right dudes around.

But wanna hear a little, deep dark secret, folks?

Castor Pyrope is lonely as all fucking hell. Dirk calls it an innate filial calling to your brother, to the one you've never met before. Your sis makes fun of your for it, really. Says you have issues all the fucking time. Well, Terezi can eat her own goddamn words, damnit!

Spring break's here and you've decided that maybe now's the right time. So you interrogated your mother, got the name of your brother's hometown, and took a road trip with Dave and Karkat to BFE very isolated corner at the top of California. While you live comfortably in a big city near the bottom of the state. This place was tiny compared to home.

Which was perfect, really. It'd be easy to find a guy that looks like you with a smaller population. You can't fucking wait to meet him; you can't wait to meet Pollux. Karkat keeps telling you to settle the fuck down, but fuck him; this is exciting as all hell.

Once again, your name is Pollux Captor, and you're fucking sick of every shithead in existence asking if you've "Found him yet." First off, found WHO? Even your EX asked that stupid question, and when you asked why he just blinked and walked away. Okay, is it really that difficult to identify you from the 3-d tinted shades you ALWAYS wear? Swear to god Eridan's lost his fucking mind.

It's not like you look very similar to anyone else. You're blonde hair's as messy as ever, your lisp is as obnoxious as ever (though, you've worked hard to work it down. Barely shows through now, but when it does you can't even stand to hear yourself anymore.) and it's not like this coat is very common, you know?

… Okay it's common as hell. It's just a black and white-striped jacket. STILL not something terribly usual. So what gives? You barely even talk to half the people around this shitty down, how the fuck does everyone suddenly know you?

It makes no sense. No fucking sense at all. You're just relaxing after a hard day at work, drinking your coffee and staring at the passerby. Today's just been one hell of a strange one. The weird people asking you questions, seeming like they knew you all of a sudden. Some girl you've NEVER even met before almost slapped you for some reason. The fuck was her problem?

She apologized when she heard your voice, when she heard the clear lisp. No clue why she was even pissed to begin with, who the hell was hitting on her so badly that looks like you…?

… No, okay stop it right now, that's an insane thought.

Still, it makes you wonder. What was so strange about today of all days? It's only the second day of spring break; things shouldn't be getting THIS crazy.

Your name is Dave Percival Strider… Okay, not it's not. Still, that would be such an ironic middle name to have. DPS. But no! You're stuck with James for a middle name. DJS, get it? Yeah, it's pretty stupid actually, not cool. Anyway, your name is Dave Strider, you're 22 years old and for some reason you've been wandering round a dead-end town miles away from home one what seems to be a wild goose-chase.

Your boyfriend, if you're going to give it such a standard name, has this twin brother he's always wanted to meet, some douche name Pollux. Okay, you dig the whole astronomy thing actually. He's just really insistent on finding his bro, and you can understand that. Obviously, your other buddy Karkat can, too. He'd cool, a little pissy, but cool.

Everything's cool. Except maybe this Pollux guy. You happened to run into a guy who claimed to have dated the prick, and he said he was boring as shit. One of the calm nerds who stays at home, and doesn't drink, and somehow always attracts the cute girls. Apparently he got the attention of his ex's ex, and the poor hipster left him out of jealousy. Too bad.

It seems a little douchey to compare a dude to their twin bro, but if that guy with the wide black frames was right, you aren't really interested. You tried telling Castor and the just lit up like a hot-iron—

NO.

No no no no no.

That one was too easy.

Fuck that.

Anyway, after roaming the town AGAIN for a good hour or so, you're back here with Karkat, who's had no luck in finding this dumbass either, you're stuck walking back to the coffee shop you all decided to meet at. Cas seems to really like this town for some reason. Why? This place didn't even have a decent-looking club, the hell were they gonna do in a ghost-town like this? So stupid…

Don't get him wrong, you're happy to help basically the love of your fucking life. He's always good to you, no matter how the fights end or how difficult things get. He always snaps back to cling to you like you enjoy, to kiss your face in a sick sweet way. He's a damn good life partner, man. DAMN good.

So good you're almost jealous when you share him with your bro. But hey, enough about YOUR sex life, that shit's personal. Personal like a chimpanzee ridin' on a jet-ski in the Atlantic fucking ocean wearing a fruit hat. Yeah.

So personal it's—oh, is that Cas in the back, there?

With the mind-droning search behind you, it's hard to tell if that's one of his usual jackets. Guy loves the whole red-blue thing, but he likes his black and white just as much as you do. Yeah, of course that's him. No one else would have that messy of blonde hair. Nerd looks amazing with it, he really does. Might as well surprise him with a little D-strider mackin', am I rite?

You approach the man slowly, lead down to his level and press your lips against his neck like usual. Can't help a healthy lick, too. Damn he tastes like honey. He smells like this clean-ass city, too, the fuck is with that? He must be getting cozy here alrea—

"HOLY FUCK!"

Castor jumps and quickly sprints out of his chair. He turns around, and there's a foreign frightened look on his face. You're completely stunned, the hell is up with him all of a sudden?

"DUDE! The fuck ithh wrong with you?!"

… Wait. Was that a lisp?

OH GOD WRONG GUY!

Shit.

SHIT!

You try to salvage your cool, backing off while his cheek fill right up with bright-red You swear to god this guy looks EXACTLY like your boyfriend. "Woah! Sorry bro!" You flick the cutie a smirk. Good choice with choosing a look like your bro's. EXACTLY like him, actually. He's even got the same stupid redblue tinted glasses. What a creep. By now Karkat's heard the both of you, but he hasn't even made any noise or even approached the two of you yet, so fuck him, this is your story. "Mistook you for my bro, Cas. Didn't mean to all up and embarrass you like that!" Ugh, saying that reminded you of that shitty rapper in your class.

Gross.

"Do you USUALLY kith your bro all fucking thensually like that? I mean holy fuck, what a creep!" You actually find it in you to crack up. Blondie's all lit up right now, that cute little lisp's a nice add-on, too. Shit man, you might have to get his number or something. You try to answer, but Karkat does it for you.

"You'd be surprised, man. But to be honest, you do look a fuck-ton like him. What ungodly horrorterror of the deep did your parents name you?" Yeah, way to show your manners, Kitkat bar. The excitable doppelganger settles down, and although you steal his chair (whoops, can't help but flirt a little) he gets quiet when Karkat opens his gaper.

The Vantas family has a talent with that, apparently. "That's very pleasant, you always greet thrangerth—strangers, with a sensual kiss and an insult?" Man, you're laughing too much. He's fucking adorable and you wish you could get enough of him before the main hotty of your life finds you guys again. Castor-ghoul (you're gonna call him Casper until you find out his name. Hehehehe YES!) scoffs and takes back his coffee, sitting down cautiously like you're about to put your hand where he ass is going (probably would if you weren't true to your own man.)

"Yeah, yeah. Forget the chump snickering like a dumbass over there." You, acting like a dumbass? Le GASP! Never! "Name's Karkat Vantas. Long-story short is, we're with another complete tool-bag with his dick too far up his ass to appropriate respect the laws of privacy. There, aren't you happy I introduced myself first? Doesn't it just make you feel wonder on the inside?"

"Man, fuck you." Wow. So Casper has a cute smile, too. It's not like your boyfriend's, it's gentle and serene, calming even. You see that curious look in your bud's eyes, you know a certain someone's enjoying the cute view, too. "And YES, it maketh me feel THO much better!"

"O-namae, tomodachi?" You chime in with, almost surprised Casper seemed to instantly understand that Japanese.

"Pollux. Pollux Captor. And I'm not your fucking friend jutht yet."

Yes, Castor's related to Terezi, hint hint ehehe.

ALSO DaveSol

what do?

Also, hope you guys enjoy this, feel free to drop some reviews and ideas and stuff if you want, hint hint.

brotherly bonding next chapter, Along with Karkat's proper introduction.