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koco-coko · 1 year

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Risen / A Renegades fanfic

Chapter 1: A Lonely Grave

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As the Renegades underwent many, many reforms, such as a decrease in power that the council had, better laws, a reinstatement of the Miranda Rights, and so much more, Riley spun a keyring around her finger. Ever since she got promoted, days have been the same. She used to dream of working so closely with the dead, but it was cruel what they did to her. ‘Her skills would be useful here?’ Ha! She wasn’t even allowed to examine them. For now, she mainly sat at the desk in the small cabin that the Renegades transformed into a quaint office space, waiting days on end for a visitor that she could guide to a grave. Malcom was the one who did all the fun stuff. Tearing them apart, stuffing them, making sure they didn’t look like they were decapitated. Sometimes he let her help, though, by sending her to get an extra pair of clothes or hold the cotton used to stuff the corpses for open-casket funerals. Those were Riley’s favorite part, actually. Learning about all the heroes and villains that passed on. It was just so strange and weird that it piqued her interest just right.

Of course, nobody else saw that. Hell, they thought Malcom and her were the creepy ones, lingering by the door of every funeral with their figures covered in black. Even among the Renegades, they thought she was a weirdo. So what if she was? Did it really deserve being called creepy behind her back?

Lazily, she flipped through the pages of her occult practices. Sometimes, she wished she could go out into the graveyard and summon the spirit of those unjustly killed. Especially Winston. What happened at the arena filled her with so much rage Riley could’ve swarmed the city with an army of the undead. But she didn’t. She would just stay as complacent as she always was.

The door opened. “Hi Malcom,” she mumbled. He was back earlier than usual. He usually came back for the night shift while complaining about how boring patrols were.

“It’s… not Malcom,” a girl’s voice said.

Riley instantly sat up, slamming the leather-bound book closed. She pushed it aside in a rush. “Magpie!” Riley shouted. Then, she covered her mouth. “Maggie. Sorry. It’s Maggie. Maggie, right? Yeah. Maggie,” she repeated the name a few times.

“Uh, yeah. Maggie,” she responded, scuffing her shoes against the old wood floor. She looked nervous, but Riley couldn’t tell about what. She was just happy to have a visitor. (Especially one that wasn’t sobbing their eyes out!) Maggie had a single flower in her hand and shifted anxiously on her feet. She didn’t want to be here at all.

Awkward silence filled the room. Only Riley beating her hands on the receptionist desk interrupted it.

“So, um,” Riley spoke up after a minute or so, “I thought you quit the Renegades. What’ca doin’ here?”

Maggie’s shoulders tensed and she looked away. She tried to shrug it off. “I could ask the same for you. I thought you were in cleanup crew,” She would slowly approach the desk. She had to look up to see Riley sitting on the tall chair. Maggie could hear the clerk’s legs kicking the desk.

“Oh, right! Yeah, I used to be, but I got promoted! Thunderbird came to me and said something about ‘Due to recent events, we need more hands on deck to take care of the graveyard. Would you mind?’ and then I said ‘Absolutely!’ and now I’m here!” she explained. “So, once again, why are you here?”

Maggie ignored most of what she said, much to Riley’s dismay, and simply looked off to the side. Her hands were shoved deep into her pockets. “Yeah, cool, great,” she spoke absentmindedly, “Um, anyways, is it true that Callum Treadwell is buried here?” her brows knit as she said the name, uncomfortably with just mentioning it.

“You mean Wonder Boy?” Riley smiled. With every word, it looked as if Maggie wanted to crawl out of her own skin and escape. Riley was always very happy-go-lucky when it came to mentioning the dead, but even she could feel the girl’s sinking heart. “Uh, yeah, I think we have him. Do you want me to bring you to him?”

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The Gravekeeper led her down the hill the small, wooden building lived atop. From the top of the hill, it seemed as if the black metal fencing attached to cinder blocks went on for miles over the horizon. It wasn’t a gloomy day, even though that’s what Maggie believed it should’ve been. It should’ve been pouring rain in the dead of night– Her heart told her so. The Gravekeeper didn’t say a word as she twisted a key into the iron gate and pushed opening the creaking doors.

Maggie’s mood seemed to infect Riley, spreading onto her skin and causing her to walk softly on the dirt. Maggie felt her feet sink into the fresh patches of it. How many bodies were really hidden under the grassy path? Stones surrounded them for miles, but none of them were anything special to note. Bouquets and teddy bears littered about most of them, but occasionally there would be a lonely grave with nothing to its name. The pair kept walking. Maggie watched Riley closely, scanning each detail that she couldn’t see before. The collar of her dress, the dress socks and shoes that were already filthy, the belt around her waist with a keyring, book pouch, and lantern dangling off the sides. The most noticeable was the metal, latched bracelet that had a coffin charm attached to it. Even with a fancier outfit, she was still the same Riley– obsessed with the macabre and all its eccentricities.

Her shiny metal bracelet shone in the sun. Maggie couldn’t help that the latch started to jiggle a bit, loosening as she concentrated on it. It’d sell for a good hundred at the pawn shop, at least. Maybe she could trick two hundred out of that sucker. Then Riley stopped. “You said Callum Treadwell, right?” She asked, turning around. She began to fidget with the little bracelet on her wrist. “Um, since the sun is setting, I’m not supposed to leave any visitors in the dark, so, um, I’ll just stand here. If you want me to turn the lamp on, just shout,” The Gravekeeper stepped aside and faced the other way, revealing the full tombstone. Maggie’s eyes widened.

It should’ve been bigger. It was simply a plague in the ground with a flower laying next to it. Where was the statue honoring him? Where were the ceremonies? Where was anything to celebrate him? Did they really just see him as nothing but another dead guy? The floats of villains that he got lumped into were insulting enough, but this? This was disrespectful! This wasn’t right! She had to punch something, steal something, do anything but look at the name carved into a rocky plate.

Callum Treadwell. Alias, Wonder Boy.

A true wonder among us.

Her jaw clenched tightly. How dare they. Nothing about his sacrifice, his life, not even his birthday. Her grip tightened around the petite rose in her hands, snapping the stem.

“Did you know him?” Riley whispered. The setting sky was now a deep shade of purple. How long was she standing there? Why did she feel these strange little wet streaks down her cheeks? “Sorry,” Riley forced a nervous laugh, “Malcom says I shouldn’t talk to visitors about this stuff, but…” She turned to face Maggie. Her eyes were watering as well. “I knew him, too. And I really admire what he tried to do.”

Maggie stared at the Gravekeeper. Someone else knew Callum. Someone else cared. She didn’t know if she felt jealous or thankful. On one hand, she wasn’t alone. On the other, she preferred to be alone. “Yeah. He really was a great guy, huh?” she said, slowly placing down the flower over his name.

Riley wiped her face with her sleeve. She had to try to be professional, even if she really couldn’t. “It’s a shame, really. Tragic they didn’t build some sort of memorial.” Maggie nodded with her. Riley stood by her side, staring down at the name. The dirt was soft beneath them. Twilight was turning into dusk quickly. Riley reached for the lantern on her belt and turned the knob. It was designed like an old-fashioned oil lamp but had the same functionality of an automatic, modern version. “I’m supposed to kick you out now, but I don’t feel like it,” she admitted, holding the light up to her face. Maggie watched pink bloom on her face. It got worse when Riley noticed her staring and they locked eyes. “Malcom won’t be back until nine, so I’m on patrol duty until then. It’d… um, It’d be nice to have some company,” Riley said, fiddling with her bracelet again, “If you want to stay, of course. This place is a bit sad.”

Maggie kept her gaze on Callum’s grave. Magpie always worked alone. Things were better that way. She survived all by herself, and there would never be someone to lean on. She learned that solitude really was the best for her. Even so…

“Sure. I got nothing better to do.”

Besides, maybe Maggie could get some information out of her. That helmet had to be somewhere. Even better, Ace could be buried here, too.

#the renegades trilogy #the renagades #evie artino #maggie white #nova artino #adrian everhart #callum #winston pratt #ocs #fanfic #writing #ao3 fanfic

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sillylittleguytime · 1 year

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#silly little guy competition #poll #tournament poll #nominations #actual last one #jajdjdkdk #oopsies

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godmademewithoutarms · 2 years

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Renegades au where Winston and Callum don't die because I'm sad and crying about it

#zero's thoughts #renegades marissa meyer #renegades #winston pratt #callum treadwell

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completeanduttermess · 2 years

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Winston Pratt deserved better.

And so did Callum Treadwell.

Just imagine them meeting and becoming best friends.

That's it. I'm done.

#renegades #marissa meyer #nova artino #adrian everhart #winston pratt #the puppeteer #prodigy #callum treadwell #wonder #wonder boy

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solacechild · 3 years

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Things I need in my life:

A Callum Treadwell fanart

#Renegades #Nova Artino #Adrien Everheart #Marissa Meyer #Callum Treadwell #Supernova #renegades

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readingonpluto · 2 years

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RENE-GHOULS SHIP WEEKS - Day 7!

Thank you to @renegades-ship-weeks for hosting and keeping track of this event!

Spooky Free Day

Happy Halloween Rene-ghoul fans! For the final day I wanted to give my costume headcanons I’ve had for the characters for Y E A R S! So! Here we go!

(There are a lot, so buckle up!)

Adrian & Nova: Corpse Bride, Victor and Emily

It seems like Nova’s type of movie, which she later shows Adrian and he too falls in love with it.

Just imagine Nova buying a second hand wedding dress and just throwing it in the dirt and making it dirty.

Even so, when she comes out in full costume for the first time Adrian tells her she is beautiful and she looks him over telling him he isn’t too bad himself.

They would just be so iconic!

Plus, Nova would rock Emily’s look!

Simon and Hugh could even by Nova a little spider and worm plush to complete her costume.

Later, Adrian gives her a ring (he does the whole vow thing and placing it on her finger like in the movie) which she ends up wearing all year round.

Danna & Narcissa - Nightmare Before Christmas, Sally and Jack

Danna wearing Jack’s suit and super awesome skeleton makeup!

Narcissa wearing Sally’s dress and epic doll-like makeup!

Do I need to say more?!

Power couple man!

I can totally see the recreating iconic scenes from the movie and singing the songs, because A E S T H E T I C S

Ruby & Oscar - Howl’s Moving Castle, Howl and Sophie

I just think they would be so creative in dressing up in costume!

And it seems like they’re type of thing!

Nerdy enough for both of them yet cute enough to show their couple status!

Ruby look beautiful in Sophie’s dress and Oscar would pull off Howl perfectly!

They would quote all the cheesy lines to each other and all their friends would roll their eyes at their cheese levels.

I can only imagine the amount of photos they take during the night.

Simon & Hugh - Beetlejuice, Lydia and Beetlejuice

I can’t really explain this one, but I think they’d just have so much fun as these characters.

It just feels like a movie they would watch every year on Halloween!

I feel like Hugh would be Beetlejuice and Simon would do a version of Lydia.

Like he’d could have a cool red tux or even a nice long red skirt combined with blouse. (Idk, but he’s look amazing!)

Speed Round!

Winston - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Willy Wonka

Leroy - Frankenstein, Victor

Sampson - Ghostbusters (2016), Kevin

Callum - Edward Scissor Hands, Edward

Tina - Ghostbusters, Annie Potts

Nova, Leroy, and Winston - The Nightmare Before Christmas, Lock; Shock; and Barrel

Ace - The Nightmare Before Christmas, Oogie Boogie

Danna (again) - Princess and the Frog, Dr. Facilier

Maggie and Max - Kiki’s Delivery Service, Tombo and Kiki

AND FINALLY!

Nova, Callum, and Tina - Corpse Bride, Emily, Maggot, and Black Widow

(I just have this vision in my mind of the singing “Tears to Shed”.)

Happy Halloween everyone! Enjoy your night and be safe <3

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catgenderotd · 2 years

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today's catgender of the day is callum treadwell from the renegades trilogy! /hc. requested by anon!

(there's no official pictures or art of him, so today's submission features art by @healing-winston-pratt! please go check them out, i'll be reblogging their original post after this so give it some love!)

#callum treadwell #the renegades trilogy #catgender #nonbinary #trendercore #cotd

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novainsomnia · 4 years

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renegades characters as kermit memes that nobody asked for

nova:

adrian:

oscar:

ruby:

danna:

max:

callum:

phobia:

leroy:

adrian’s dads:

#im sorry in advance #nova artino #adrian everhart #oscar silva #ruby tucker #danna bell #max everhart #callum treadwell #phobia #leroy flinn #hugh everhart #simon westwood #renegades #archenemies #supernova #marissa meyer #mine*

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timelessbibliophile · 2 years

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"There are so many things to marvel at. How could anyone want to hurt it? How can people wake up every morning and not think—look, the sun is still there! And I'm still here! This is incredible!"

-Marissa Meyer (Archenemies, chapter 25)

#Callum Treadwell #renegades #this quote!!!#i love it so much #renegades trilogy #marissa meyer #renegades marissa meyer

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healing-winston-pratt · 2 years

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Reneghouls Ship Week

Day 6: Team Sketch - Costume Party

Thinking about halloween costumes for characters is one of my favorite things ✨ever✨

@renegades-ship-weeks @greasicookies

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mikodrawnnarratives · 1 month

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I want to see Maggie without her bullet for a long period of time. I wanna see how it goes whether she freaks out, lashes out at everyone, and/or has a complete meltdown. Then I want to see everyone else's responses and the ppl that care Abt her helping her out while she is Not Okay TM and then they find out the significance of the bullet to her and give their sympathies and Maggie can't really bat them away like she normally would since being without her lucky silver bullet is nerve wrecking because who is she without that bullet she's alive because of it-

So what if Callum learned abt the bullet b4 anyone else

#i need to write this fic #like imagine it's before nova joins and a little bit after maggie joins #and she meets callum #finds him annoying #down right intolerable whenever she has to see him #and then her bullet goes missing and she completely melts down #then callum comes in and is so fucking patient in a way other renegades weren't #maggie normally pushes ppl away (my headcanon) they complicate her goals of survival and self interest #but rn maggie just. needs someone. and lets him help and depends on him. Callum gets to see how maggie really is just a kid #they find out some renegades stole the bullet to mess with maggie and they get it back #maggie is a little shaken afterwards since at this point i think shed have less walls down compared to beginning of canon #transitioning from this hopeful orphaned prodigy to annoying jaded turd not interested in anyone but herself #but Callum is allowed in that very personal bubble for a little before she recovers and is like #“if you tell anyone abt this i will burn your house to the ground.”#callum: yes mam #renegades trilogy #maggie white #evie artino #callum treadwell #adrian i think would also be supportive if he were there but i think hed be gone on a mission or smthn #renegades fandom #renegades brainrot #marissa meyer

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db-chan · 3 years

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Hey guys! This is a short fic about Winston Pratt and Callum Tredwell from Marissa Meyerr’s Renegade’s trilogy. This is inspired by the cannon divergence created by @healing-winston-pratt and @honey-hippie-harper. If you like this, please go check out their stuff because it’s really awesome!

Living in Wonder

A year and a half had passed since the second fall the Ace Anarchy, this time for good. Things were back to normal, and changing for the better. Normal, however, was an understatement in this world. After the supernova, everyone all over the world had been granted uncanny and extraordinary abilities. However, not all abilities were created equal, and that was especially true for Winston Pratt.

Winston groaned softly as the alarm from his phone woke him. He sat up, ginger hair mussed and eyes groggy. Shutting off the alarm with a yawn, he got up and made his way to the bathroom. He had work at the therapy center today, as he did every Wednesday, and had to be there early to set up all of the art supplies for the children. Once in the bathroom, he flicked the light on and winced at his reflection. Pale face, red circles on his cheeks, and black lines drawn from the corners of his mouth down to his chin, as though he was a marionette.

He wasn’t immune to the supernova. No one was. Despite the fact that he had been neutralized by Agent N, his powers still came flooding back to him without his knowledge when he was recovering in the hospital. He had gotten so used to his own face, his real face, with its soft pink undertone and freckles dotted across his nose, that he almost screamed when he saw his face in the mirror the first time he saw the faux makeup again.

The young man shook his head, clearing his thoughts before getting into the shower to get clean for the day. The fact that his burdenous power had returned was upsetting, yes, but that's why he had make up.

Once he was clean and dry, dressed in his clothes for the day, he set to work covering his face. Nova had helped him find a foundation that was the exact color of his real skin, one that was heavy coverage to cover up the lines on his chin and the dots of red on his cheeks. He thought of this almost like painting, a way that he could express himself as who he truly was. Once the foundation was laid, he gently blushed his cheeks and used a bristle brush and some watered down liquid brown eyeliner to create the freckles on his face that he missed ever so much. Setting the makeup with a mix of spray and powder, he looked at himself in the mirror again and smiled.

“There I am…!” He breathed out, the weight on his chest lifting at the reflection. Once again, this daily ritual helped him turn from his worst nightmare into his true self in a matter of minutes.

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The therapy center was a lovely little building near the midwest part of Gatlan City, the size of a small clinic, and was a beacon to Winston, even in his darkest times. When he had been neutralized by Agent N, the staff at the clinic had made him feel whole again and helped him through his unresolved childhood trauma. They even were the ones who offered him the job to do art therapy at the clinic with at risk children, and he couldn’t have been happier.

“Good Morning, Winston!” The receptionist, Calli, greeted him as he walked in. He gave her a bright smile in return.

“Good morning, Miss Calli Cat! You’re looking as lovely as ever! Though, I’m sure your wife tells you that every morning.”

Calli chuckled and slid the sign-in sheet towards him. “You’re such a charmer!”

The ginger-haired man shrugged and signed in. “What can I say? Seeing you in the mornings brightens my day!” He said and slid the signed sheet back towards the woman.

“Oh! Speaking of brightening days, we have a volunteer in to help you with the kids today! I know they can be handfuls sometimes, so I’m hoping having an extra set of hands will help you out!”

“Oh? Why, thank you Miss Calli.” Winston said, though a slight twinge of jealousy made his cheek twitch a bit. The kids that he did art therapy were his life, possibly even his best friends, and someone else was going to come in here and try and take that from him?

Winston shook off the thought and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly again. No, that’s not what was happening. Someone who cared as much for the kids as he did was coming to help them, that’s what was happening. He was grateful for the extra help, especially when it would come time to clean up.

“I’ll see you around lunch time?” Calli offered with a gentle smile. Winston nodded.

“Yes, of course. I’ll see you then.” He said, offering her a quick smile back before walking through the doors into the therapy center.

Once he made it inside, Winston sighed with relief at the familiar surroundings. The clinic was clean and welcoming, but didn’t smell of the strong chemicals normal doctor’s offices usually did. There were plush chairs and books to read while you waited for your appointment, coloring books and fidget toys to calm you down if you’re stressed, and even some actual toys for younger children to play with. The sight made Winston smile as he re-adjusted the messenger bag on his shoulder and made his way to the Create Center.

The Create Center was pretty much exactly as it sounded, a little class room that was full of art supplies of all different art forms for kids to use for their art therapy, or even for kids to use who were waiting for their parents while they were in their own sessions. It was colorful and welcoming, with murals on the walls and pictures the kids made hanging from the clothesline overhead to dry and display.

Once Winston made it to the Create Center, though, he was surprised to see the lights shining through the large windows and a young man, not much older than he was, bustling about and setting up art supplies at each station. The volunteer, he assumed, and shrugged before walking inside.

The young man with brown hair stopped and turned to Winston, a smile instantly alighting his face as he put down the cup of colored pencils and walked over to him.

“Hi there! You must be Winston!” He greeted. “I’m Callum, Callum Tredwell! I’m going to be your assistant today!”

“Callum…” Winston repeated and took his outstretched hand, surprised when the boy shook it with enthusiasm. “Right. It’s nice to meet you..!”

“It’s so good to be here! I’m really excited to meet the kids and get to know them! Oh, and to see what they create! Art Therapy is so interesting, and I’m so glad we have a place in Gatlan that allows kids to have such a healthy way to express themselves!”

“I… I agree…!” He replied, surprised by this young man who was so full of hope and optimism and… wonder.

“I hope you don’t mind that I already started setting up!” Callum said, and pointed at the blue cotton apron he was wearing. “These aprons are so snazzy, I couldn’t resist!”

A snort of a laugh came from Winston’s throat and he covered his mouth in surprise. “N-no, it’s no mind at all..! I’ll, uh, put on mine and help you with the rest before the kids get here.”

“All right, Boss!” Callum agreed, the smile never leaving his face as he went back to organizing and setting up the stations.

Winston’s cheeks burned as he opened the closet and took out his own apron, covered in colorful paint splatters and clay, and replaced it with his bag on the hook. Why was his heart beating so fast all of a sudden? He wasn’t feeling anxious, like he normally felt when this sort of thing happened. No, instead, he felt light, and giddy, almost like when Nova and him used to play as children. He felt so extraordinarily happy in Callum’s presence, it was like there wasn’t a care in the world that could bother him.

The feeling, of course, passed, and soon the Create Center was full of kids, ages ranging between four and twelve years old. There was an art therapy teacher who took the kids that were between thirteen and seventeen, but Winston was glad to be with the younger children. They were so much more lively and happy, he noticed, and much more open.

“Winston!!!” A little voice squealed in delight. A little boy with curly brown hair ran up to him, a huge smile showing off his missing front teeth. “Look what I made!” He said, holding up a drawing for Winston to see.

The drawing was of the little boy, curly brown hair haloing a small stick figure's head, and of Winston, the taller stick figure with orange hair and a big smile on his face.

“Why, that’s lovely Daniel!” Winston said, praising the boy. “I’m so honored you would draw a picture of me! You’ve come a long way, and I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks!” He said and shoved the picture into Winston’s hands. “It’s for you to keep!”

Winston’s heart fluttered and he practically melted at the gesture. “Oh, thank you…! I’ll cherish it forever.”

The young boy giggled and ran off to go draw something else, leaving Winston to fold up the picture and put it into his pocket. He then started to make his rounds, looking over kids’ shoulders and praising them for their work. But he then stopped when he saw Callum, crouched down next to a twelve year old boy who was sitting at the paper craft station, his piece of paper untouched and the boy sitting with his arms folded and a sour expression on his face.

“What’s going on here…?” Winston asked Callum as he approached them.

“Ah, well, Titus here doesn't want to do anything.” He said, worried. “I’ve tried everything, but he won’t budge!”

“Leave me alone…!” Titus harrumphed, glaring down at the piece of paper in front of him.

“See?” Callum said, looking at Winston.

The young man sighed, shaking his head. “If he doesn't want to craft, he doesn't want to craft. We can’t force him to do anything. Perhaps he doesn't feel like it today.”

“Feel…?” Titus asked through gritted teeth. “You wanna know how I feel?” He said, snatching a pair of scissors off the table and standing up, eyes burning with rage. “I. Feel. Angry!!!” He shouted, and made a move to stab Callum with the scissors.

Out of pure surprise, Winston let out a shout and called up his power, golden strings sprouting from his fingertips and wrapping around Titus, stopping his hand inches from Callum’s shoulder.

“Titus!” Winston said, then sighed in relief. “Please, hand over the scissors.” He said. And the boy did, his body under Winston’s control but his mind free from suggestion.

“I’m very sorry that you are angry, Titus.” He said, keeping the boy’s eyes locked to his own. His voice was steady, but firm “But we don’t hurt others here. Hurting others will only hurt yourself.”

Titus huffed softly, but then moved his head in a subtle nod. Winston released his power from the boy and gently put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we do some painting? You can paint how you feel instead of trying to hurt others. Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, I guess…” Titus grumbled and allowed Winston to lead him away from Callum and to the painting station.

Later in the day, as the children left and it was time to close down the Create Shop, Callum approached Winston when they were finally alone.

“You’re the Puppeteer?” He asked, though it sounded more like an accusation.

Winston looked at him and sighed, frowning. “I was the Puppeteer. I’m not anymore. Just because I have my powers back, doesn't mean I want to hurt anyone else.”

“But… they’re letting you be around kids? Without anyone to stop you from controlling them?”

“When I was Neutralized, I went through therapy and learned that the reason why I was hurting and controlling children was because I was hurt and controlled as a child myself.” He explained. “I never thought that I would get my powers back, but when I did… I was mortified. These powers are a burden, and I hate them, but I use them only if a child is endangering themselves or others.”

Callum and Winston stood in silence for a long moment before Callum nodded, slowly.

“I see…” Callum said, and then offered a smile. “I’m sorry, I misjudged you. I can see that you really care about these kids.

“I do.” Winston agreed, looking back into the room. “What I’m doing here, for these kids, is what I would hope someone would have done for me. I would never dream of hurting them.”

“What you’re doing here, Winston… it’s wonderful.”

Winston looked at Callum and smiled sheepishly. “You really think so…?”

“Of course!” Callum said, his grin returning. “Wonder is my speciality.”

Then, a warmth spread through Winston’s chest, and he looked around the small classroom, almost as if he was seeing it in a new light all together. This place, this opportunity he was giving kids, was wonderful! And he got to be there and experience that wonder, watching the kids grow and create and heal from the things that hurt them. He was given a second chance to be able to grow and create himself, after his own childhood was taken from him and he hurt so many people. He was living in a world where everyone had the chance to live and change and grow and find happiness. He looked back at Callum in awe.

“Is… is this what you feel like all the time?” He asked.

Callum smiled and put a hand on Winston’s shoulder. “Yeah. I think, why live in a world that’s so full of darkness, when you could be living in wonder?”

#renegades by marissa meyer #winston pratt #callum treadwell #short fic #fanfiction #wholesome

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