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runa-falls · 2 years

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pillow princess - pt. 2

summary: ransom really is a pillow princess

pairing: sub!ransom drysdale x maid!reader

rating: explicit 18+ (DNI if you’re under 18 -.-)

warnings: SMUT, fluff :), mentions of transactional sexual favors, edging, overstimulation, creampie, pain-kink [mild], bratty!ransom, kinda dom!reader, needy!ransom, ransom is cute 😩

WC: ~2.1k

A/N: um--this took a while, sorry 😬 I absolutely did not proof read this whoops 😅

likes are nice, but comments/reblogs keep me going!

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Much to your relief, Ransom returns to his usual bratty attitude the next day. He flawlessly acts like nothing happened, careful not to bother more or less than he did before.

Actually, he bounces back to your old dynamic so easily that you wonder if he even remembers that night. It’s almost meticulous with how he interacts with you now.

The only evidence of his earlier affections that you can recognize is how he says “maid” with a little more husk than necessary. His silky voice teases goosebumps up your arms, but he never goes further. He wants you to chase him. But you’re not one to fold so easily.

So you follow his apathetic attitude, not needing more drama in your life regarding the man-child you already have to care for. Ransom is a man of limited patience and interest, so his moving on is an inherent assumption. As long as you keep yourself at arm's length, you can return to your life of cleaning and cooking.

Though he is tempting, you are content with your distant position in his life–any more would simply exhaust you. So you assume that he will eventually forget about your moment of weakness and go back to his usual brand of willing women.

But you should’ve known better because, as you’ve learned from your employment under the Drysdales, Ransom is a man full of surprises.

–

Apparently, the way into a man’s heart–or at least Ransom’s is to completely ignore him.

You hear Ransom clear his throat from the couch, insisting your attention away from the dishes you are working on. You continue with the dishes anyway, pressing the sponge into a particularly stubborn pan as the sound of running water blurs over his annoyed grunt.

Ransom has been unusually distant today, always in another room doing god knows what, to actively avoid you until dinner. The TV plays idly in the background as he peeks up over the geometric couch with a hesitant expression. You’ve never seen that before.

"Can you-um, play with my hair?" Your movements pause, thinking you heard him wrong. "Please?" he adds, nervously shuffling himself on the cushion, slightly regretting he even asked. You should make him wait a little longer, stew in his self-doubt, but you can’t help how your body reacts to his sheepish behavior.

Ransom looks incredibly adorable today, opting to leave his hair alone after his shower: product-free and fluffy. He wears one of his older sweaters, shrowding his broad frame in stretched-out cotton, unbothered by the tattered mess of frayed edges and tugged threads that rub against his skin.

He almost looks small as he waits for your response, letting the sleeves blanket over his hands as he fiddles with his fingers. You drop the sponge in the sink and dry your hands before walking over to him, wordlessly gesturing for him to move over to make space for you.

“Lay your head on my lap." You sound bored, acting like this is just another chore to fulfill, but on the inside, you’re thrumming in bliss. He obediently follows your directions, cheek pressing against the top of your thighs to let you run your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes as you gently scratch against his scalp, little sighs puffing out every so often.

His hair is just as soft as it looks, little waves fighting to curl up against years of pomade-use. You keep your gaze straight toward the TV, enjoying this spell of serenity, afraid he’d get up if you locked eyes.

He looks up at you, silently wishing you’d stare right back.

—

The original plan went out the door as soon as you had a taste of sweet-Ransom.

He fell asleep on you that night, completely at ease in your embrace as you brushed through his hair, petting him like you would a cat. You watched as he curled up next to you, too entranced in his beauty to move from under him.

Your stomach burns with desire and affection when you reminisce how soft he can be, content to just nuzzle against your hand the whole night. It’s what finally breaks you.

So you start experimenting with how far you can take this newfound power, dropping little hints as you go on with your day:

Ransom is almost done eating his usual omelet when you proposition him.

"I'll give you a kiss if you put your dishes in the dishwasher..."

Ransom, who was once avidly watching a youtube video on his iPad, immediately perks up at your words. Expectantly, he shows a bit of resistance to the new dynamic, hmphing at the thought of cleaning up after himself.

"Yeah, no, I'm not doing that–And what makes you think I couldn't just take a kiss if I wanted to?"

You slowly walk up to the dining table, placing his second mug of coffee on the corner of the gray-blue placemat. "...So you don't want a kiss?" His eyebrows furrow with sincere dismay, offended by your question.

"I never said that."

"So you do?" You sweetly place his utensils on his plate, preparing him for his first chore in god knows how long.

"Yes."

"Then… you know what to do." You head toward the stairs before he can argue with you, thinking of the laundry that could occupy your attention as you wait for him to either give in or give up. “Call me when you get it done.”

Despite living alone, Ransom’s laundry room is just as full as his closet. You stare at the piles of clothes that need to be ironed, folded, and organized, bewildered by how many outfits he can wear in one day.

You’re barely able to pick up a sweater before he calls you from downstairs. That was fast.

"I'm done! You can come back and give me my kiss now!" You sigh, looking down at the color-coded piles of clothes. It’ll just have to wait.

You pad down the 'floating' staircase and spot him sitting patiently at the dining table where you left him. iPad off with no plate in sight.

"Good job, Ransom." You praise, speaking to him like a preschool teacher would a child. You mentally shake your head at his arrogant smirk. He’s so proud of himself for doing the absolute minimum, just because you asked.

"Kiss. Now." You give him a small smile, shuffling over to his eagerly seated figure. He smoothly nuzzles against your hand as you hold his face, eyes closed in anticipation as you lean in for a kiss. You mischievously bite your lip before placing a quick peck on his cheek, immediately turning to walk back to the stairs.

You wince when you hear the dining chair scrape against the wooden floor as he stands up with indignation. That’ll surely leave a mark. "Hey! That wasn’t what I asked for!" His deep voice whines up the stairs behind you.

You're stopped halfway up the stairs as you turn to speak to him, a pleased smirk gracing your lips. "That was a kiss, Ransom. Maybe be more specific next time?"

"B-but you're the one who offered it!" You shrugged innocently, enjoying how frustrated you could make him.

"Then maybe you should make me clarify next time?"

—

It doesn’t take long for him to use this new give-and-take game to his advantage.

“I’ll do my laundry if you give me a real kiss on the lips.” Your lips part, dammit, he is learning. “For five minutes.” He hastily adds, knowing what a smart-ass you can be.

You act like you’re reluctantly giving in, answering with a slow nod, agreeing to his terms.

Your plan is going perfectly, he’s making your job easier AND you get a kiss from sweet, desperate, Ransom. What could go wrong?

“I’ll do the dishes all week if you let me eat you out.” His voice echoes through the bathroom, startling you from cleaning. You drop the disinfectant spray sending a loud bang through the shower, surprised by his sudden presence. Has he been there the whole time?

“Until you cum.” He specifies as if you’d stop him once he’s over you. You let out a small cough before turning to look at him, gloved hands still frozen in the air. Ransom has his hands stuffed in his pockets as he waits for your answer.

“Ransom…”

“Please,” He walks further into the bathroom until he’s towering over your crouched position. “I’ll only do whatever you want me to do. Promise.”

—

You melt for him as easily as he does for you, his newfound softness luring you in. You don’t know how he convinced you into his bed, or if he even convinced you at all.

His pleading eyes eagerly stare up at you bouncing on his lap as your nails rake down his bare chest, decorating his skin with sweet red trails. Ransom seethes through his teeth, “Yesss.” His cock twitches inside of you as he winces at the pain, helplessly laying under you as he takes everything you give him.

He gently holds on to your waist as you begin teasingly grinding on him with short abrupt movements, earning a sharp groan from his throat. His stomach rubs beautifully against your clit, making you speed up your movements.

His hips weakly cant up to meet yours, the sound of his skin harshly slapping against your ass travels throughout the house, music to your ears. Soon, too soon, his thrusts start to slow down, juddering as he struggles to sync with your movements. He chokes, holding himself inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" You quickly push yourself off of him, leaving him to whine as he teeters at the edge of his orgasm. His sweat-shined body shakes when his cock barely brushes against your sopping lips, muscles clenching, feeling overly sensitive. "Noo, please" he begs, attempting to chase the warmth of your cunt to no avail.

"You only cum when I say you can, you got that." His chest is rising rapidly, pouting against your cruel denial. You reach down and wrap your fingers around his sensitive cock, squeezing gently to make a point, "I said, you got that?"

"Y-yes, got it."

—

You were impressed how he's keeping up with you, even after cumming two times tonight. You edged him through both rounds, stretching each orgasm to the limit before finishing him with your hand, letting him spill onto your skin.

You’d soak him in your cunt right until he’s ready to burst. “Uh-uh, creampies are only for good boys.” He nods numbly, exhausted from trying to hold his cum back.

At the beginning of the night, you were making him beg so prettily for his orgasm, but now, he's desperately begging you to stop. Overstimulated to the brim, it’s almost painful how quickly he gets to the edge.

"Please--fuck!" You purposely clench yourself around him, driving him crazy, hands flail to grip at your body, trying to keep you still above him.

You glare down at his flushed face, "Don't fucking touch me." His hands instantly drop before clenching into fists as he tries to stave himself from cumming. His cock practically vibrates from your harsh words, already oversensitized from the number of times you've gotten him off.

"I-I can't--" He throbs inside of you, heightening the way he prods against the deepest part of you. You smile cruelly, looking down at him, letting out a breathless chuckle. He stares up at you with pleading eyes, deliriously following your movements.

"Aw baby," You let go of his right hand to cover his mouth, muffling his groans as you speed up. “You don’t have a choice.” He breathes harshly through his nose, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you fuck him dry, reveling in the way his body trembles under you as he fills you to the brim with his cum.

—

Ransom’s arms tenderly wrap around your waist as he cloaks you in his warmth. His heart beats steadily against your back as his nose presses into your neck.

Despite his submissive nature, Ransom likes to be the big spoon. Sure, it’s partially due to his urge to protect you, but the main reason is to ensure you don’t leave him as he sleeps--because no matter how cocky and arrogant he acts, Ransom is scared to lose you.

His soft breaths brush against the back of your hair as he sleeps, periodically pulling you in closer to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, basking in your scent.

Ransom feels safe around you. Like he can finally drop the mask he’s been wearing all these years and accept who he is. And he wants to be vulnerable with you. He actually craves it. You’re the first person to see this side of him–or at least the first he has wanted to keep—and he’s never felt so free.

That’s why he can’t afford to lose you

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mad4turtles · 1 year

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A possible ROTTMNT prompt. Something something, mystic or magic shenanigans, something something, whoops, the turtle squad is unable to lie until the effects wear off. Surely no problems will arise from this.

Oh come ON you know I can't resist this! And you know what's even worse? Part two is on the way XD There was too much I wanted to add for it to fit in a one-shot, so keep an eye out for that TT_TT

Here we go!

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She can tell something is off the second she steps into the living room.

The boys are squished on the couch, Splinter's chair and the beanbag, arms folded and glaring eyes staring straight ahead. That's nothing new. She's walked in on brotherly spats worse than this, where they'll sit and watch a movie in silence until they eventually sort themselves out.

But nothing is playing, not even music. The Lair is hauntingly quiet. And the boys—

“What's with the duct tape?”

Four heads whirl to face her, their muffled answers intelligible through the silver tape slapped over their mouths.

She stares. God help her.

It's an exhausted but smiling Casey who comes to her rescue with a tray of drinks because he's an actual angel. “The guys got hit by a powerful truth spell while they were shopping in the Hidden City,” he explains, offering her a cup of herbal tea that smells amazing. “They accidentally pissed off a witch, so she cursed them. It'll wear off after seventy-two hours.”

April nearly spits her drink up. “Seventy-two—three days?!” She whirls on the boys. “What the hell did you guys do to get cursed that bad?!”

Leo, Raph and Mikey all glare at Donnie. Said turtle rolls his eyes and painstakingly peels off the tape, leaving a pale mark around his beak. He makes eye contact with April and says in one dead-toned breath:

“It was a witch from Witch Town who recognized me from the incident two years ago, and we got into a debate about magic to which I, reasonably and correctly, told her that I have finally embraced my mystic heritage and abilities and found a way to seamlessly blend technology and magic despite my earlier hang-ups, to which she, closed-minded bint that she was, told me that I was in gross violation of the 'Old Ways' and a walking, talking sin against everything they believed in over generations of Witch kind, to which I countered—!”

Leo tears off his gag. “He told her to shove her 'Old Ways' up her old ass and stick her old face in an old toilet full of old shit.”

April gapes at Donnie. Casey snorts in surprise and muffles his giggles in the crook of his elbow. Mikey's shoulders shake with repressed laughter, loud even through the tape. Raph looks tired.

“My god,” April groans. “Didn't y'all just get back from being turned into toddlers three weeks ago?”

Mikey abruptly stops laughing and rips off his tape with a yelp. “Yeah, literally in the last one-shot, which turned into a two-shot because y'all couldn't get your crap together fast enough, and I swear to god I love you guys a whole lot, but the author was out for blood, and I was at my limit—!”

Raph gives in and tears his tape off without wincing. “Michel, what did we say about breaking the fourth wall?”

“He wouldn't have to if it weren't for this stupid freaking spell,” Leo snaps, glaring at Donnie. “And he has every right to be pissed off, given this whole thing is your fault, Donnie!”

Donnie rears back, slapping Leo's pointing finger away. “How, pray tell, is it my fault that witch couldn't handle being wrong?”

“Donnie!”

“What? I finally give in to the mystic powers thing, and I still get put on blast? How is that fair?!” Donnie cries, arms flailing. “Also shouldn't I reserve the right to stand up against bullies or abusive speech because that bitch was out of line, and I am tired, tired I tell you, of being the butt of every joke and having to take it in because people get all uncomfortable and—!”

He slaps the tape back over his beak and sinks into the couch, arms folded tight across his chest. His brothers look at him with wide eyes. Casey shuffles in place and bites his lip, looking at April as if asking for help.

Unlucky for him, April has no answers. Except for maybe one.

“Look, guys,” she says, setting her lukewarm tea on the floor and taking a seat in front of the couch, facing the turtles. Casey joins her and sits cross-legged. “There's no point in muting yourselves because clearly, it ain't workin'. From what it looks like, the spell compels you to talk no matter what you do, so you might as well ride it out and try—emphasis on try—to be civil about it. Who's right and wrong doesn't matter. It's done, so let's deal with it like we always do and push through, okay?”

The boys share a look followed by a chorus of half-hearted agreement. April nods. “Good. Thank you.”

“And hey,” Mikey says, perking up, “maybe this won't be so bad after all! We can all finally have an open, honest and unfiltered conversation about our feelings!”

A cricket chirps in the silence until Leo flicks it off his shoulder.

Mikey sighs and flops back into the beanbag. “Yeah, figured. It kinda sucks being the youngest and the family therapist all time, like I don't got my own hang-ups that nobody listens to 'cause my family is full of emotionally constipated oh frick!”

He shoots to his feet and sprints out of the room. His brothers stare after him with looks that wage war between shock and actual heartbreak.

April drops her face into her free hand and groans. This is gonna be a long three days.

~0o0~

Day One goes about as smoothly as April expects.

Against her better judgment, April decides to stay over until the spell wears off, ready to help Casey and Splinter play referee and peacekeeper for whatever crap storm rolls in on the horizon. With four freshly traumatized teenagers stuck under the same roof (or abandoned subway tunnel) for three days, April wagers it'll be rough.

Still, April has hope. Her boys, at their core, are the kindest and most loving people she's ever had the pleasure to know and have the honour of calling her little brothers. Their love for each other is the stuff of legend; their powers are fuelled by it, and they'd defeated Gods and alien monsters with it. A simple spell should be a cakewalk.

But she forgets that while her boys love each other, they're still boys. Of course they'd abuse the spell for their own gain.

It starts out innocently enough:

---

“Hey, Donnie, any idea why the pop-tarts are always kinda soggy and never have any icing?”

“I like the icing off and put them back in the box—son of a—”

“I KNEW IT!”

---

“Raphael, how is your eye today?”

“Really freaking itchy since I ran outta those drops you gave me, but I haven't said anything 'cause I thought I'd be totally okay without-- Donnie—!”

“You heathen.”

---

“Ayo, who ate the last slice of cake I was saving?!”

“It was Leo! He threatened me with an emotionally heartfelt truth to not tell you despite knowing the terms of the spell would render that promise ineffectual!”

“Donald, you absolute rat bastard—”

---

“How are your hands today, Miguel?”

“Mmmph—“

“Take off the duct tape you fatherless waste of flesh and face your demise like a man.”

“OW! That freakin' hurt, man! And for one, we have two fathers, and for two, I said they're fine! I've been doin' the exercises like you said and checked in with Draxum last weekend to take notes on my mystic energy output, which is stable, thanking you very much.”

“... oh. That's—good. Thank you for actually listening to me, Mikey. Your health and overall well-being mean a lot to me, and I appreciate—”

“And I spilt orange juice on your bazooka blueprints on purpose, but I hoped to tell you later that it was an accident because I hate it when you make crazy dangerous weapons we will never use or let you use—Donnie, where did you get that bat--?”

“Batter up bitch it's time to die!”

---

“Leo, I swear to Pizza Supreme in the sky if you poke me one more time—”

“What? Whatcha gonna do? Can't do jack, 'cause you can't threaten me, all your threats are lies, Dontron, you ain't got nothin—criss on a cross did you stab me with a knife?!”

“I did not stab you, I poked you in the arm with minimal pressure with the wrong side of my craft knife. And I said it, so it is definitely the truth.”

“Dude, what the hell? I can't believe you actually did that!”

“I can't believe your tits are one polygon.”

“We're turtles! We have no tits!”

(Granted, hearing Leo scream that from across the Lair was hilarious. Donnie probably has it recorded, too.)

Aside from that, the newly dubbed Peace Squad only had to break up one major fight over Raph confessing to Mikey that he did lie about the trash monster that would eat him in his sleep. Dr Delicate Touch is a force to be reconned with.

Thus, Day One ends with only a few bruises and half-glares as the boys turn in early. Raph abuses the spell one last time to muscle Donnie into bed when the soft shell is forced to tell Raph outright that he had no plans to sleep, spending the night in the lab until he can't see straight.

Leo laughs so hard he cries when Raph slam-dunks his twin into bed, killing him instantly.

Splinter collapses into his chair, snoring immediately, and April and Casey retire to the guest room they share on the opposite side of the lair. The pair share a fist bump on a job well done and fall asleep in minutes.

Then Day Two happens.

And really, April should have seen this coming.

~0o0~

You can only take something so far until somebody calls you out for it. And Leo, being Leo, milks the spell for all he can.

It's mostly over silly things, like where Donnie had hidden the videos and photos Mikey took during their week as tots or where Raph keeps his stash of strawberry mochi. Or why Mikey keeps stealing his axe body spray.

In hindsight, April should have nipped it in the bud as soon as she noticed. It really was just fun and games, because that's how Leo copes with stress: make a game out of it, and hopefully, someone laughs. Even if they don't, their focus is on him acting a fool and not their stressful predicament. A spark of genuis April hadn't appreciated until it was nearly too late.

But still, Leo doesn't know when to stop, and it's Donnie who finally snaps.

And lord, does he snap.

“Dear god, Leon, shut the HELL UP!”

Leo's grin slips right off his face. The room falls into a startled hush, all eyes on the twins as one glares daggers of frustration into the other. Even Splinter looks troubled, golden eyes darting between his middle children from his comfy chair.

The slider raises his hands in mock surrender, trying for a smile. “Hey, take it easy, Dee, I'm just playing around—”

“No, you're being an insufferable prick, and I have had enough!” Donnie stamps his foot, and oh, dammit. The bottle has been shaken hard enough, and the cap's blown off. “It's bad enough that we're stuck under this stupid spell, and sure, I'll take responsibility for that, whatever, but you—Leo, god, you just cannot help yourself, can you? You just have to take advantage of a compelling spell that we cannot break or force down—do you realize how invasive that is?! We're brothers, but sometimes I like keeping my private thoughts private, and not sharing passwords for my super-secret-locked-for-a-reason digital vaults! This isn't funny, Leo, it's a goddamn nightmare, and you're making it worse for the rest of us with your bouts of incorrigible stupidity! Tee-ell-dee-arr: stop being a selfish asshole, and for once, in your goddamn life, just. Be. QUIET!”

Silence. Leo's eyes are wide. Mikey huddles behind Raph, hands over his mouth. Raph's beak twists with pain. Casey shuffles next to Splinter, unsure. April's heart thunders in her ears.

Then Leo scowls.

“Okay,” he says in that tone, and April hisses a curse. “Okay. Y'know what, that's cool, Dee. I get it. I can be an asshole, I'll take that. I've been abusing the spell a bit, I can take that, too. But, and I'm just putting this out there, you may recall how you've been doing the exact same thing to us. Badgering Mikey and Raph about their injuries, forcing me to own up about my nightmares last night—you don't think that maybe, just maybe, there's a reason I don't like talking about that shit? Maybe I wanna keep that information to myself until I'm ready to talk about it with you on my own terms? Don't put me on blast for being a dick if you're pulling the same moves!”

“Correction one,” Donnie holds up a finger and steps forward, eyes blazing. “I ask Mikey and Raph because I worry about them, and I know they'll keep it from me until it becomes too much to handle, and it goes from a mild annoyance that's treatable to a medical emergency that puts them in the medbay! Correction two,” He holds up another finger, “I asked you about your nightmares because they're hurting you now in more ways than just mentally or emotionally and I'm trying to help you, you selfish, prideful—!”

“Selfish?!” Leo stomps the last few inches and butts his forehead against Donnie's, ignoring Raph and Mikey's pleas to stop. “Did you—did you seriously just call me selfish?! Sure I was an asshole at first, but everything I did that day and every day since is for you guys! Everything I've ever done has been for this family! How freaking dare you—!”

“You are selfish! Throwing yourself into danger, risking your life without thinking of the consequences or the people you're hurting when you leave them behind—!”

“Guys, please stop!” Mikey cries, eyes shining, hands trembling. “Just—it's been a long two days, I get it, but yelling at each other in this state is only gonna—”

“Butt out, Mikey,” Leo bites without looking away from Donnie. “No one asked you to play family therapist. Give it a freaking rest.”

Mikey flinches. The tears spill over.

“Leo!” April gasps several beats too late. Splinter's fur bristles as he hops out of his chair and approaches Mikey just as Casey puts his arms around his shaking shoulders.

“Leonardo,” Raph hisses, stomping over to the twins and breaking them apart. “Knock it off. Both of you. You're mad, everybody's mad and tired, I get it. But don't you dare take it out on Mikey. He's just trying to help—”

“Well, no one asked him to!” Leo throws his hands up. “Just like no one asked you to jump in and try to parent us like we're still little kids! We get it, you have Older Sister Syndrome and our Dad was barely around, which sprouted a whole can of worms called 'issues' that we pretend don't exist. Pick a different character trait and move on!”

Raph rears back as if Leo had hit him. Splinter freezes, guilt and heartbreak flashing in his eyes for a moment before he shuts them and squeezes Mikey's hand instead.

“What the actual shit, Nardo?!” Donnie cries, shoving Leo in the chest hard enough that the slider staggers back several feet. “What, now that someone's finally calling you out, you retaliate like a sore loser with verbal attacks?! Are we witnessing Leo's Lowest right now? Freaking wow, bravo, peak leadership right here, folks—”

“Shut up with the leader thing!” Leo hisses back, hands fluttering by his sides, claws peeking. “I never wanted to be the leader, I never asked for that responsibility the same way Raph didn't ask to be our second parent for the first few years of our lives! And, I'm sorry, 'verbal attacks?' Like your screw-up with the Witch isn't the whole reason we're even in this mess?! If you're supposed to be the 'smartest' I'd hate to see what dumb looks like you narcissistic, eggheaded weirdo!”

Donnie nearly knocks April over when he lunges at Leo with a scream, taking them both to the ground. It's a mess of brutal punches, kicks, bites, hissing, Raph shouting, Mikey crying and Splinter trying to pry the turtles off each other. April can't get close enough to help, and turtle bites are lethal enough on their own.

“At least I'm not tearing my brothers down or acting like a baby,” Donnie spits, grappling with Leo pinned underneath him. “Or hiding things from my family after I threw myself into a prison dimension with a monster and didn't think about how everyone might feel about that—!”

Leo knees Donnie in the gut, yanking on his mask tails as he rolls them over, pinning Donnie to the floor with his forearm across his chest, eyes wild, livid and bright with hurt. “At least I'm man enough to admit my faults, unlike my beloved twin who has to turn everything into a drama to prove he's the smartest—!”

“—and for the last freaking time, you are NOT MY TWIN! We cannot be twins, it is biologically impossible, we are different species, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR DUM-DUM HEAD—!”

“FINE! If you hate being my brother so bad, maybe you really would be better off if I'd died in the—!”

April doesn't think. Her mind goes white, and she leaps forward and slaps Leo across the face.

Leo careens off Donnie, who has gone stiff, eyes blown wide. The Lair goes deathly quiet for the third time, and April, chest heaving and eyes stinging, can't tell if because of what she did—why did I do that, god, I hit him, I hit my little brother—or what Leo dared to say.

April looks at her hand, sore and red from the blow. She looks up at Raph, Mikey and Casey, staring between her and the twins in raw shock and, in Mikey's case, horror. She looks at Splinter, carefully helping Donnie to sit up with clawed hands that shake. She looks at Leo, slumped on the floor, cupping his swelling cheek, staring at her with wet eyes. His nose is bleeding.

Oh god.

“Leo,” April breaks the silence, her words choked, a hand reaching out for the slider. He flinches, and she yanks her hand back to her chest. Her eyes sting, lips trembling. “I'm—I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—I'm, I'm so sorry—”

April sees the moment Leo shuts down. He sniffs, wiping the blood off his nose with his arm, and stumbles to his feet. He shrugs off Raph and Casey's supporting hands and doesn't look at any of them as he stalks away.

“Leonardo, where are you going?” Splinter calls. April's already broken heart lurches when, in a flash of blue, Leo summons his swords.

“Away,” Leo bites out. His shell is facing them, but April can hear the tears in his voice. “Best of luck with being the only middle kid, Donatello. I'm outta here.”

“No, no wait—!”

“Leo, please stop—!”

“My son, don't—!”

“Sensei, no—!”

Another flash of brilliant blue and Leo is gone.

---

Part 2 Coming Soon...

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Reblogs are very appreciated <3)

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #request #my writing #oooooh this hit me like BUS #these boys have sooooooo many secrets and issues #like so many

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 6 months

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Those answers were pretty good, I read an earlier post of yours saying they like the fantastic four and guardians of the galaxy (forgets whose was which) and now I got more :)

1: when finishing up a crew of bad guys how do they celebrate, high-fives, fist-bumps, fornite dances, maybe a secret handshake between the both of them?

2: what are their fears/insecurities?

3: what’s their favorite foods to eat?

4: besides for fighting crime do they use their powers for fun? I can totally see Chris using his dark powers to pull a bully’s pants down and giving him a SUPER wedgie.

5: do they use “yelling your attacks” like they do in anime? For example: Jake might say: “StarBolt Blast” when fighting a villain.

6: what other hobbies does the boys have?

7: does Chris do any sports?

(Looking through my posts and finding this one. Well, forgot that was there….Whoops, my bad lol. So that makes it four heroes outside of the DCU the Duo like: Invincible, Nova (for Chris), Mr Fantastic (for Jake) and Spidey)

But anyways, onto your questions my friend ;-)

1. Mainly a fist bump and a pair of straight and backward hi fives to each other.

2. Jake’s greatest insecurity, much similar to his father, is a fear of failure and inadequacy. He dreads a notion of being imperfect which can not only make his attempt of living up to the family legacy a disgrace he’ll never recover but more importantly, can cost someone their lives, whether it be innocent civilians or especially those within his social circles. He strides to make sure he continues what his Uncle Tim instills as a crime fighter, whether wearing the traditional colors or not or if even one’s ally isn’t a traditional Batman, similar to how a firefighter or a detective needs partner, Batman, or any superhero, needs a Robin, a partner, no matter what they think. Jake fears of not living up to it which as consequence would be losing all that he cares for, from his parents to his adoptive uncles and aunts, his beloved Big Sis all the way up to his best friend.

Speaking of best friend, Chris’ insecurities and fears are far more reaching and comped than Jake’s. The kid suffers from great internal anxiety and even spells of self hatred and doubt; any sort of mishap or mistake he makes both intentionally or especially even without better knowledge would guarantee disownment, punishment and abandonment from the family he’s calling his own, worst of all Chris having no other choice but to return to his ultra strict and ever so harsh birth father General Zod. He fears one or two ways of his powers or his own personality going so wrong and ruining so many lives he’s a part of that through his own action, he no longer has anywhere to call home, no one to call friends and loved ones, and it’ll be his fault, he’ll deserve such a fate.

This wasn’t helped at all by the time Zod and his armies did attempt a massive invasion of the Earth to conquer it, with Chris’ very presence in it as being the unintended key to unlocking the Phantom Zone, allowing Zod to escape in the first place. Even though the General and his armies were ultimately defeated and banished back, the cries of those suffering underneath crushed rubble, the doubts of those who witnessed all of the truth being revealed for who Chris really was, and all the tabloid reporters immediately coming up to Chris in the most accusatory manner possible of his unintentional involvement of those actions; all of that was too much for Chris to take, causing him to run away, flying all across the world and not revealing himself for days until he finally came to the Graysons’ apartment on a stormy night and even then stayed for a few more days until finally he allowed himself to see the Kents after all of it.

And yes during that stay at their place, Mari and Jake were right by Chris’ side to make him feel comfortable until he felt ready to see his parents and brothers again. Besides all of those things, Jake is spooked out by being up close to spiders while Chris can sweat very nervously when inside large crowds for an extended period of time

3. Jake unabashedly declares both his Father’s custom Mac and Cheese with Breadcrumbs recipe and his Mother’s Zorkaberry Tarts amongst his all time favorite foods without skipping any heartbeat. In turn, Chris for the life of him cannot skip either Beef Bourguignon or Cheese Pizza with Basil, Red Crushed Pepper and Oregano if he can help it. It’s not plausible for him.

4. While Chris has certainly have strong temptation for doing that to a bully or two at his school, it’s only done in the most rare of occasions when he knows for certain his parents would not get a notice from him his school or find out (even then, Clark finds out about it inevitably). Otherwise, Chris might utilize his shadow powers and or if he’s directly passing by, a tiny whiff of his super breath in helping get a cat down from a tree without anyone noticing.

As for Jake, he has one occasion or two used a tiny starbolt from his fingertip underneath a cafeteria table to blast some mash potato onto a seventh grade Bully’s shirt without anyone noticing if said bully says one or two things too far against either Jake himself or most likely whoever his target that day happens being. This’ll likely be more subtle than his sister who’s had a small history of directly going face to face with bullies with fury in her eyes.

5. Not likely unless it’s for very special occasions and when they do combined moves, for example during a big huge battle in Bludhaven against a legion of HIVE academy villains. In that one instance, Chris carried Jake with the latter’s legs on the formers shoulders, charging directly into the villains, doing a “Star Tower Turret”, the two blasting their heat vision and starbolts front, back, across all sides both on high and low levels all around them.

6. For Chris, he takes a liking to some drawing of custom superhero outfits, a little writing stories based on his favorite shows, reading his comics, and beating ever increasingly difficult levels on his video games

While Jake meanwhile favors watching archived videos of the adventures his parents have done throughout their respective careers, all scrolling online for reality show clips, mainly the ones about restaurants and bars that might have irresponsible chefs, nasty food, mishandled kitchens or most likely all of the above, practicing his acrobatics, and tending to his zorkaberry plants on his window porch. Similar to Chris, he can take time off also in playing video games and reading his own comics

7. Mainly two major ones, swimming and like Jake, basketball. Though he can also play both Football (both American and Soccer) and Baseball, mainly for the latter playing catch with Jon.

If there are any further suggestions or additions to these you’d like to add, please Reblog or reply my friend. It’ll be very helpful ;-)

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#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #dick grayson #koriand'r #mari grayson #clark kent #jonathan samuel kent #general zod

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White Roses (A 4+1 Fic)

did i write this to give riddle more friends? maybe. do i regret it? not at all

read on ao3 here!

major chapter 6 spoilers ahead!!

It’d been a day since Riddle returned from STYX, and he’d jumped right back into daily school life. Going back to classes had been as easy as he thought it’d be, and with the teachers’ lenience towards him and those who’d been kidnapped, he’d quickly caught up to his other classmates. The horses in the stables were overjoyed to see him, Vorpal especially, and he’d taken care of them just like he always had. But though he’d tried his best to go back to his earlier life, it seemed like he’d never be the same again.

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i. let’s paint the roses red!

Riddle tilted his head as he gazed at his own reflection, fiddling with a strand of his now-white hair. Cater had assured him that it looked fine, even taking a picture of them both to prove his point, but Riddle couldn’t deny that it still felt different to him. The whispers in the school hallways and around the dorm had only served as a constant reminder of his sudden change, and he absently wondered whether he could ask Malleus to change it back like the fae had done with Vil.

A sudden knock made Riddle tear his gaze away from the mirror, and when he turned, Trey had opened the door and let Cater, Ace, and Deuce in alongside him. Trey came over and gently patted Riddle’s head, smiling warmly the whole time. “It looks good on you,” Trey murmured. “Don’t worry about it.”

“H-how did you-” Riddle sputtered, trying to come up with a response. “That’s not-”

“You’re an easy person to read, dorm head,” Ace said, grinning as he walked over. “Besides, you’re still in front of the mirror. Doesn’t take a genius like you to figure it out.”

“We won’t judge if that’s what you were really thinking, Riddle-kun. It’s not wrong to have bad thoughts once in a while, y’know.” Cater placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling as he turned Riddle back towards the mirror. “If you want my opinion, I think you’re still totes adorable like this! Perfectly Magicamable, just like usual.”

“Wait! If we changed the color of his hair with magic, would that count as painting the roses? Since dorm head Rosehearts is like this now, and he has ‘rose’ in his name…”

Riddle laughed at the thought of Cater and Trey taking a paintbrush to him like they would with the roses. “Deuce, though I appreciate the effort, I hardly think those rules would apply to me at all.”

Cater clapped a hand over Riddle’s mouth with a mischievous smirk. “What a great idea, Deuce-chan! I’ll go get the paint~”

Riddle pried Cater’s hand off and glared at him, though it held no real anger. “You will do no such thing. Sit down, Cater.”

“Too late!” Cater plucked his pen out of his pocket and tapped it against Riddle’s head, turning white into a bright blue. “Whoops, wrong color! The roses shouldn’t be anything but red, or it’ll be off with my head~”

“Careful, Cater. I’ll cover for you, but just this once, alright?” Trey laughed at Riddle’s incredulous look and cast a spell, and blue melted into the vibrant red it had been before. “There. All ready for an Unbirthday party. Wouldn’t you say so, Riddle?”

“I thought I said that I really don’t mind if the roses are white. And I…” Riddle glanced between his friends’ faces, then smiled as he undid both spells with a flick of his fingers. “I suppose that also applies to myself as well.”

“Theeere’s our proud, red sovereign!” Ace snickered as he ruffled Riddle’s hair. “Though I guess we can’t call you the ‘red’ sovereign if your hair’s all white, huh? How about ‘rose king’? Cause the dorm’s full of roses anyway, and they can be any color!”

“And we can decorate Riddle-kun’s hair, just like we do the roses! I have a box of hair accessories my sisters made me take, and I bet a ton of ‘em would look great on you!” A mischievous grin grew on Cater’s face as he leapt up and grabbed the two first-years. “But first we need to get ready to paint the roses in the gardens~! Come on, Ace-chan, Deuce-chan!”

The three ran off, and Trey could only smile sympathetically at Riddle as he slowly followed. “I suggest wearing something you don’t mind getting paint on. Just in case.”

As soon as Riddle stepped into the garden, a ball of liquid crashed into his side, splattering him with orange. He yelped and quickly cleaned it off his face, but when he examined it further, he realized that it was watered-down paint. Riddle heard distinctive cackling from the rose maze, and it was then that he noticed the can of red at his feet.

Though he usually would’ve been appalled at the blatant waste of materials, some childish part of him was ecstatic at finally being able to play tag again, and he knew the dorm wouldn’t miss a few cans anyway. Riddle scooped his can up with one hand and ran into the maze, smiling as he pulled his magic pen out. A quick magical scan revealed Deuce crouching behind the corner, and Riddle laughed as he shot a ball of red paint at the first-year and ran in the opposite direction. Deuce quickly gave chase, shooting blue paint towards him, and Riddle vaguely registered something hitting his back before he turned another corner.

He leaned against the rose bushes, trying to catch his breath, but his reprieve was soon cut short as Ace came at him from the left. “I’ve gotcha now, dorm head!” Ace shouted gleefully, hitting Riddle with multiple shots of orange despite the latter’s frantic attempts at defense.

More footsteps came from the right, and Deuce grinned victoriously. “Sorry for the dual attack, dorm head, but you’re going down!” Riddle squealed with laughter as he raised his arms to protect himself, paint splattering over both his arms. He gathered red paint at the tip of his pen and let it loose, blasting the first-years away so he could make his escape. With Ace and Deuce successfully thwarted, Riddle made his way to the center of the rose maze, but he stopped short once he saw Trey and Cater standing near the fountain with paint cans of their own.

Ace and Deuce came up from behind and they all stared at each other before Cater launched a paintball at Trey with a battle cry. “Not so fast, Cater! Doodle Suit!” Trey exclaimed, and the paint turned into a leaf as it fell harmlessly onto the ground.

“Eh~ that’s cheating, Trey! You can’t just use Doodle Suit like that,” Cater complained, crossing his arms.

“Heh, it’s magic, isn’t it? Haven’t you been using Split Card too?” A ball of red suddenly hit them both, and they both yelped.

Riddle smiled smugly from where he stood. “Got you. Do I need to remind you all of what my unique magic is?”

“You could, dorm head. But then I’d still be able to do this!” Ace grabbed a handful of orange paint and shoved it into Riddle’s chest, and Trey took that opportunity to fire paint at Deuce. Soon, both paint and magic were flying, and the game turned into a playful battle that lasted until the sun went down.

As the hairdryer hummed in the background and Ace ran his hands through Riddle’s now-pristine white hair, the second-year fondly gazed at the paint-splashed shirt currently drying on his balcony. Just seeing it was enough to bring a smile to his face, even though he was completely exhausted from the day’s events. “You had fun, didn’t you? You haven’t stopped smiling this whole time,” Ace said lovingly, chuckling as he kissed the top of Riddle’s head. “I didn’t even know you could run like that.”

“Trust me, I didn’t either,” Riddle sighed, leaning into Ace’s touch. “I haven’t done that since Trey and Chenya snuck me out of the house to play tag, so it was quite nostalgic. I never thought such a simple game could feel any better than it did when I was young, but apparently, having more people just adds to it.”

“That’s how group games work, dorm head! Alright, your hair’s dry, so lemme just put this back.” Ace turned the hairdryer off and stood, but Riddle caught his arm before the first-year could go anywhere. “Mm? What is it?”

Riddle swiftly pulled Ace in for a kiss, then smiled softly at him when they broke apart. “Today was a lot of fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”

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ii. let’s fly among the clouds!

Every time Riddle visited Scarabia, it never ceased to amaze him. Even now as he walked towards the door with a number of books tucked under his arm, he couldn’t help but glance around at the lavish buildings scattered around the desert, almost like it’d come right from the books he used to read. As Riddle gazed at the buildings in wonder, the door clicked open in front of him and Jamil appeared on the other side.

“Thank you again for agreeing to tutor Kalim on such short notice,” he sighed, stepping aside to let the other in. “I would’ve called Azul as well, but he seems preoccupied with the lounge right now and I’d hate to bother him.”

“It’s no problem at all, I assure you,” Riddle replied, sighing contentedly when he felt cool air on his skin. “But don’t you usually tutor Kalim yourself?”

“You’re the best student in the second-year class. I can at least trust you to help Kalim while I do some studying myself.”

Suddenly, there was a loud gasp, and Kalim came bounding down the hallways. “Is that Riddle?! Come in, come in!” Kalim gushed happily. “Oh, you were kidnapped alongside Jamil too, right? I’m glad to see you’re okay! Something about you seems different though…” He tilted his head, then his eyes lit up as he realized. “Oh, your hair! It’s the same color as mine now, that’s so cool! Look, Jamil, Riddle and I match!”

Jamil gazed at the two of them, eyes narrowing as he looked at Riddle. “So you do. But please try to focus while he’s teaching you, alright Kalim? You can goof off later, after you’re finished studying.”

“I’ll try my best! See you later!” Jamil nodded, disappearing into the hallways soon after, and once he was gone, Kalim grabbed Riddle’s hands and took him to the lounge. “Ok, so I have all my math stuff spread out already, and I prepared snacks for us with Jamil’s help!”

“Ah, so that’s what you need help with?” Riddle glanced at the books he held and thankfully, his math notebook was part of the bunch.

“Yep! Look, I tried to pay attention, I really did, but…” Kalim’s face fell, and he turned away from Riddle as he plopped down besides his open books on the floor. “The class reminded me of how Jamil would help me with this stuff. And then when I thought about Jamil, I remembered what Jade told me about how no one ever comes back from Sage’s Island and before I knew it, I’d spent the whole period wondering if you were all alive.”

“...I suppose I can’t blame you. Still, we do have quite a lot to catch you up on.” Riddle sat next to Kalim, setting the rest of his books aside as he opened his notebook. “Well then, shall we get started?”

“...and after that, you plug this number into the equation we found back here. That should get you the proper answer.”

“Whoa, you’re right! You’re so good at this!” Kalim scribbled the answer down on his paper and sighed happily as he leaned back on the pillows. “That’s it, that was the last question! Thanks so much, Riddle!”

“You’re welcome, Kalim. Are you sure you understand everything now?”

“Of course! You’re just as good a tutor as Jamil is, how could I not! And now that we’re done, I can take you on a carpet ride and stuff! Come on, let’s go!”

“Shouldn’t we at least clean up first-” But it was too late; Kalim had already leapt to his feet, tugging Riddle up from his spot, and was excitedly dashing towards the storehouse.

“Come on, come on! The sun’s going to set soon, and it’s super beautiful if we see it from above! Trust me, you don’t wanna miss this!” Kalim briefly let go of Riddle to throw the storehouse doors open, and the carpet came zooming towards them. “Haha, did you miss me? Don’t worry, I’ll be taking you out to fly soon!”

“We’re not even going to tell Jamil about this?”

“Don’t worry! I do this all the time, and Jamil doesn’t mind! Now climb on, we have to get moving before the sun goes down!” Kalim climbed onto the carpet and extended his hand towards the other. Riddle hesitated as a familiar voice wormed its way into his head, but he quickly took the hand and sat himself behind Kalim.

“Alright, let’s go! It’s up, up, and away for us! Hold on tight!”

“W-what do I hold on to?! Wait-” The carpet shot out the window, and Riddle yelped as wind rushed around him and he grabbed onto the other's shoulders. In front of him, Kalim was whooping excitedly as he grabbed hold of the carpet’s reins and steered them upwards. Scarabia was quickly getting smaller and smaller as they rose through the air, and Riddle squeezed his eyes shut as the clouds grew closer. They broke through the cloud cover with a burst of mist, and Kalim laughed as he patted Riddle’s hand.

“Haha, nervous? It’s alright, you can let go of me now! Look, we’re above all the clouds, and just in time!” Riddle slowly opened his eyes, and the tension in his body disappeared as he gazed at the sunset; everything was awash in vivid pinks and deep oranges and even the clouds were covered in hues of yellow and crimson. He found himself mesmerized by the sight as the sun slowly sank down, and when the sky finally turned dark blue, Riddle tore his gaze away from the horizon.

“That was gorgeous… I’ve never seen anything like it in my life!”

“I know, right! And the best part? It’s not over when the sun goes down. Look up!”

“Up..?” Looking up gave Riddle a perfect view of countless twinkling stars, and he couldn’t help but laugh as he gazed at them all. “There’s so many of them! Is the sky always like this in Scarabia?”

“Only if you go above the clouds! Or there aren’t any in the first place, but I think going up is part of the experience.”

“It’s absolutely incredible! If the sky was like this in Heartslabyul, I could come up here everyday.” A stiff breeze suddenly blew past them, and Riddle shivered. “Or maybe not. It’s rather cold up here.”

“Oh, whoops! I forgot you’re not used to the Scarabian climate. We should probably go back to the dorm now, huh? I bet Jamil is looking for us. Okay, hold on tight! Down we go!”

As soon as they landed in the lounge, Jamil came running up to them. “I hope you finished everything before taking Riddle on that carpet flight,” he sighed, shaking his head. “And you could’ve at least told me first. I come into the lounge, and the only thing I find is all your scattered books. I thought you’d been kidnapped!”

“Aha, sorry Jamil! It’s just that the sun was almost about to set, and you know how pretty it is from above,” Kalim laughed. “Plus, I haven’t been out on a flight in a while! Thought it’d be a good idea to take it out and show Riddle how beautiful our sky is!”

“Have you forgotten he’s not part of Scarabia? Riddle needs to go back to Heartslabyul.”

“Oh, right!” Kalim grabbed Riddle’s hands, a wide grin on his face. “I hope you had fun! Come back again and I’ll take you on another carpet ride! And thank you for tutoring me!”

“Of course. If you need any more help, feel free to ask me at any time.” With a flick of his pen, the books floated into Riddle’s arms, and Jamil accompanied him as he walked towards the entrance of the dorm. But right as he was about to leave the building, Riddle turned to face Jamil.

“You were looking at me strangely earlier, before I started tutoring Kalim. Why?”

Jamil blinked as he tried to come up with a response. “Ah. So you noticed.”

“It would've been rather hard for me not to. Is there something wrong?”

“Well… I thought you’d seen already, but clearly not.” Jamil summoned a ball of light in his hands and held it closer to Riddle’s head. “Your hair is regaining its red color. When it seemed light pink to me instead of white, I thought I was seeing things, but now it’s rather obvious.”

“Ah! I hadn’t even realized…” Riddle drew closer to the light and examined a strand of it further. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it? At least I know this won’t be permanent.”

Jamil smiled and nodded, letting his light fade. “Indeed. I wish you a swift recovery. Have a good evening, Riddle.”

“You as well, Jamil.”

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iii. let’s visit the lounge!

It had been a while since Riddle had last set foot into Mostro Lounge. That wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the place; the atmosphere was amazing, the food was even better, and something inside him always enjoyed gazing at the sea life swimming just beyond the glass. No, what made his visits so rare were the people in it- or rather, the staff. “Ah, it’s lil’ Rice Fish~!” Riddle tensed as he heard Floyd’s happy voice, and before he knew it, the eel had sauntered right in front of him. “Whatcha doin’ outside your dorm?”

“I came to see Azul. And you don’t have to change your nickname for me, you know.”

“Eh, you like being Goldfishie? That’s sweet-”

“I do not like the name, I’m just used to it by now!”

“-but I can’t call you that! Y’see, goldfish are small and red, and even though you’re still small, you’re not all that red anymore. Actually, your hair is more pink than white now, but it still isn’t red!”

“Ngh…” Riddle took a deep breath, slowly counting to five in his head and pushing his anger down. “Goldfish can be different colors, Floyd. Now, please get Azul for me.”

“Aha, ok ok! I’ll go tell Azul you’re here to see him~!” Floyd ran into a nearby hallway, but he quickly popped his head back out and gestured for Riddle to come closer. “While lil’ goldfish is waiting, you want anything? On the house for ya~”

“...a strawberry milkshake would be nice.”

“Ehe, ok~ I’ll be sure to put lots of strawberries so Goldfishie can get his red color back!” Riddle scowled and opened his mouth to yell at Floyd, but the eel had already ducked into the hallway and disappeared. He found an empty table nearby and sat there, patiently waiting for both his milkshake and Azul. Before long, Floyd came out again, grinning from ear to eat as he set a tall glass down in front of Riddle. The eel happily pointed at the sliced strawberries on top, tucked the tray under his arm, and made his way back into the kitchen.

Riddle closed his eyes as he ate a strawberry slice and took a long sip of his drink, and he had to begrudgingly admit that as annoying as Floyd was, he certainly knew his way around the kitchen. When he opened his eyes again, three students were standing menacingly in front of him, and Riddle immediately recognized them as former Heartslabyul students who’d transferred out after he’d become dorm head. “Well well well, if it isn’t Heartslabyul’s infamous boss baby!” The one in the Scarabian uniform sneered. “Finally giving the dorm a break?”

“I don’t understand. The dorm’s been fine.”

Another in Savanaclaw garb leaned on the table and looked down at him. “Oh, you know full well what we mean! Just ‘cause you saved the world or whatever doesn’t mean we can overlook what you did to us!”

“And it sure as hell doesn’t erase the age of the Crimson Tyrant!” The Pomefiore one shouted.

“I understand that, but perhaps if you’d stayed in Heartslabyul, you would see how I’m trying to make amends with everyone.

The one in the Scarabian uniform forcefully grabbed Riddle’s head, turning it with an evil smile. “Save me your spiel, crimson tyrant! Though he ain’t real crimson right now, is he? The way he is now, might as well call him the Peach-Pink Tyrant! I mean, just look at his hair!” They let him go, and the three of them cackled as one. “Hey boys, why don’t we do him a favor and get the rest of that color back?” Riddle clenched his fist as his hand twitched towards his magic pen; he longed to take all their heads, but Azul had expressly said that there was to be no fighting-

“Whatever is going on here, gentlemen?” Azul strode towards them, eyes sharp and cold as he glared at the three. “I sincerely hope you weren’t thinking of causing a fight in my lounge.”

The Pomefiore one smiled sweetly, all traces of malice gone. “We wouldn’t dream of it, sir!”

Azul raised an eyebrow, and his voice was stern as he spoke. “Really? Because from the way you were speaking to Riddle-san, it seemed like you were either bullying him or getting ready to fight him. I heard it all, so don’t try to talk your way out of this.”

Jade came up from behind Azul with a smile, but from the way he was baring his teeth, Riddle could tell that he too had heard every word. “Oh dear, Azul. What has you all worked up?”

“Ah, Jade! Wonderful timing. If you could escort these three out, please.”

“H-hey! What did we do wrong?!”

Azul grinned, cold and calculated. “If you’d bothered reading the full set of rules, you would know that the lounge has a no-tolerance policy on bullying as well as fighting. Of course, no one’s dared do such a thing until now, which is why it’s never come up.”

“Well, you heard Azul.” Jade flashed his teeth menacingly as he grabbed their arms. “Out you go.”

Just as Jade left, Floyd emerged from the hallway and smiled lazily, but he also had a cold glint in his eyes. “Hiya, Azul~ I’m just here to tell ya I’m skippin’ the rest of work.” Floyd’s smile quickly turned threatening as he glanced at the door. “I gotta squeeze everyone who was mean to goldfishie~”

“By all means, go right ahead. Consider it paid leave.” Floyd cackled and left, leaving them alone, and Azul sat in the other chair. “Now then, what did you want to see me for?”

Riddle sighed and glanced at his drink. “You didn’t have to do all that on my behalf.”

Azul clasped his hands on the table and looked at the other. “You know, after our little adventure down to the underworld, Riddle-san, I feel that I’ve come to understand you a lot better. I sincerely hope you also share those sentiments.” Riddle nodded as he sipped from his milkshake, and Azul smiled. “Wonderful. You are one of the only people who knows my past, so surely you can understand why I refuse to simply stand on the side and watch as someone else is mocked for something they had no control over.”

“I chose to fully power the lightning spear, Azul. It wasn’t something I walked blindly into, and I knew that I’d have to accept some form of consequence for it.”

“But did you know that this specifically would happen to you?” Riddle shook his head in response. “There it is. You did not know what form that consequence would take, and therefore, you had no control over it and making fun of you for that is indefensible. However, you still haven’t answered my question. What did you come to see me for?”

A light blush appeared on Riddle’s cheeks, and he averted his eyes away from Azul. “I just wanted to see if you were alright after what happened at STYX. That’s all.”

A brief look of surprise crossed Azul’s face, but it soon gave way to an amused grin. “My, my! Did exposure to the underworld make you go soft along with your color change?” Riddle’s blush grew darker, and he groaned as Azul laughed. “I assure you, I’ve been completely fine since then- nothing a few days of rest couldn’t fix. Except this time, know that I will be competing with you academically. You’d best be ready.”

“Bold of you to assume that I'm not. Regardless, I’ll certainly be looking forward to it, Azul.”

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iv. let’s switch it up!

“So let me get this straight… you want me to style your hair?” Vil asked, clearly surprised at the question. Riddle nodded, and Vil glanced at him questioningly. “Why is that? Your usual one suits you rather well.”

“Yes, when my hair was dark red and not pink like it is now. Cater saw that I was a bit… upset about it, and he suggested I come to you for advice.”

“People have been bothering you because of the color, haven’t they? You wouldn’t have come to me otherwise.”

Riddle’s response was immediate, almost like it’d been thought up beforehand. “It was only a few remarks here and there.”

“It’s more than that. I can tell.” Riddle’s eyes widened in surprise, and Vil smiled. “You forget that I’ve been acting for a very long time now, and it would take nothing less than a flawless performance to fool me. So I will ask you again- have people been bothering you because of your hair?”

“...yes. At first, they weren’t as bad, but when there are people saying that I belong more to Royal Sword Academy than Night Raven College now, simply because of my hair color…” Riddle lowered his head. “It does take its toll eventually.”

“Nonsense. Clearly, whoever is saying that doesn’t know a thing about true beauty. And it better not be my dorm students that are saying such things about you.”

“There are quite a few Pomefiore students in my class… perhaps it’s them, but not everyone in my class has been so antagonistic. Jade, for the most part, has been quite understanding of it, and surprisingly, he actively stops people from saying what they do. Unfortunately for me, he took the day off today to help Azul with the lounge, and that just opened the door to harsher words.”

“Hmph. I will be sure to have a very stern talk with everyone tonight about commenting on others’ appearances. I, for one, believe you should stay as is, but should you still wish to change it, I’d be more than happy to.”

“If you would. Even if I know they probably won't, I just… want to see if they'll stop.”

“When I’m the one helping your true beauty shine through? Of course it will.”

“I must say, I’m certainly eager to see what you can do as the dorm head of Pomefiore, Vil. Cater has showed me a few of your Magicam pictures, and they all look stunning.”

“You flatter me. I settle for no less than perfection and I know you do as well. I’ll be sure to come up with something that suits your taste, so let’s begin.”

As per Vil’s request to keep his work a surprise until he was done, Riddle had dutifully closed his eyes as the third-year wove strands of hair in and around each other. A few things were put in his hair- likely pins of some sort- and Riddle heard the shuffling of fabric as Vil hummed in satisfaction.

“There. It’s a bit too short for me to try much else, but I think this works rather well,” Vil said. “Alright, open your eyes and look at the mirror.” Riddle blinked as he looked at the mirror, gazing at the way his bangs had become a little crown of braids with silk roses and leaves woven into it. He leaned closer to the mirror, tilting his head as he tried to look at every angle of it, and his hand slowly traced the edges of his newfound crown in wonder.

“It’s beautiful, just as I expected. But… I still look like someone from the Academy, do I not?”

“Would someone from Royal Sword Academy have thorns?” Vil moved the mirror so Riddle could see the back of his head, and to his surprise, there were thorns lining the back of his crown. “Trust me, I can think of no one from the Academy who’d have something like this. And yet, the thorns give their own charm, do they not?”

Riddle smiled as he glanced at it again. “I suppose so. Thank you for-”

“Roi du Poison! I have come with your tea!” Rook cheerfully burst through the door of Vil’s room, tray in hand, and he gasped delightedly when he saw Riddle. “Ah, and the Roi des Roses as well! My, but he looks absolutely beaute! Have you been working your magic on him, my beautiful Vil?”

“At his request, of course. Rook, before you go, could you help me with something?”

“I am ever at your command, Roi du Poison! Just state your desires, and I will help you achieve them.”

Vil pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and gave it to Rook with a smile. “Do showcase our beauty together. Let the whole world know that despite what we have been through, we are more beautiful than ever.”

Riddle glanced confusedly between the two third-years. “I’m sorry, Vil, but where did ‘we’ come from?”

“The two of us were both affected by the gate to the underworld, were we not? Let this serve as a reminder that no matter your physical appearance, you will always be Riddle Rosehearts. And I will always be Vil Schoenheit, regardless of age or appearance.”

A grin spread on Rook’s face. “And yet you still cried the whole journey back from STYX, even with your lasting beauty in that form.”

“I-it was a shock, alright?! I thought it was permanent and I couldn’t get over how many opportunities I missed… ugh, just take the picture, Rook.”

“Very well. Smile, both of you!” Vil stood behind Riddle and placed his hands on the smaller boy’s shoulders, and they both smiled as Rook pointed the camera at them. Once the flash went off, Rook handed the phone back and the two of them gazed at the picture.

Vil was smiling delicately, with one hand held in a peace sign as the other rested on Riddle’s shoulder. Riddle, on the other hand, was smiling widely as magic roses floated around the both of them. Vil hummed in satisfaction as he tapped a few buttons and a little ding signalled the successful image post to Magicam.

“There. I hope you don’t mind me posting it, Riddle.”

“Of course not. If anything, I’m honored to be in one of your pictures.” Riddle smiled again, the roses disappearing. “And thank you again, Vil, for finding the time to help me this way.”

“You’re very welcome. This should stop all those who’ve been… bothering you.”

Rook clapped his hands in delight. “Ah, it is such a wonderful thing when one’s true beauty shines through! I am sure the entire world will be amazed!”

“Quite so. Care to join us for tea time, Riddle?”

“I’d be happy to. Thank you both.”

(Later that night, the dorm welcomed him back, and many of them were in awe of his new appearance. Ace had jokingly said that they were prepared if the fairies came for the school again, while Cater complained about how Riddle appeared on Vil’s Magicam before he did. Surrounded by the love from his friends, Riddle realized that he really didn’t care what all the others said.)

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v. +1

Even though he’d been awake for a while now, Riddle was reluctant to get up from the warm embrace he was currently in, despite his tendency to wake up early. Just as he closed his eyes again, Ace let go of him and stretched, rolling to the other side of the bed. “Mornin’, dorm head,” he mumbled, yawning as he ran his hand through his hair. “Hey, your hair’s fully red now! About time we got our little crimson king back.”

Ace reached over to ruffle his hair, and Riddle swatted his hand away with a scowl. “I am not little. Still, I’m glad it’s back to its usual color. I don’t think pink suits me very well.”

“Aw, I liked you with white hair! I thought it was cute.”

“I did as well, for a time, but you know I wouldn’t be able to keep it for long. The Queen’s rules state the roses can’t always be white… but there is no rule that says they can’t keep growing.”

#twisted wonderland #chapter 6 spoilers!!#ridoace #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond #kalim al asim #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #listen ok i saw white hair riddle and instantly went SDFLKJSFLJWERCSDUFHARF ARF BARK BARK #at first i thought it looked weird on him but then it grew on me and i went 'oh... cute...'#azul and riddle tower killed me but i think y'all know that already

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life-in-the-monster-haus · 2 years

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Monster High the Movie Review Part 11

Spoilers ahead!

They all get trapped and need to call for help, Frankie has been glued to their phone the entire movie & is the only one with it on them. However, because this is a movie made in 2022, Frankie has not used their phone as a phone yet- they have only been using it for social media so the only contact they have in their phone whose not Clawdeen and Draculaura… is Cleo.

They go Live! and ask Cleo for help.

The founders dinner is under way and they are getting impatient. The students are serving the food. There was a fake restaurant at my college where the culinary arts students would serve food and this reminds me a lot of that! in OG canon Deuce loves to cook and Heath & Abbey came together in a Home Ick 2-pack. so I'm assuming everyone whose waiting on the Founders must be the top Home Ick students.

Frankie calls Cleo and Cleo calls Deuce. Even though they are broken up - Cleo still goes to Deuce for help.

They use some left over potion from the door opening spell earlier, Draculaura lost her vampire powers but she can still do magic. She repeats the spell on this new door and it works, even in her weakened state. which means there was nothing wrong with the potion earlier, it just didn't work on the human hand door.

all this time I was banking on the potion not working because Frankie brought them Miracle Whip instead of Mayonnaise... Nickelodeon should hire me, I'm funny dammit.

The Cavalry arrives! We see the whole crew! My only complaint (besides the ones I have made already) is that Ghoulia isn't wearing enough red. That's it, everyone else is solid.

The school itself shrieks and Cleo threatens Komos with the power of social media... Because you know, kids always be on that phone.

Hyde Komos Jr ALMOST feels bad that Clawdeen got dragged into this. being mixed himself he feels her pain... However he gets over that very quickly and is willing to decimate her on the spot until Deuce jumps in.

Deuce "stone walling" someone (in his own words) is how Monster High solves like... 1/3 of their conflicts. so I was pretty shocked to see that he got taken out right away, Komos steals his essence and uses his own stone stare right back at him. the last thing he says before he turns fully to stone is "At least I finally got to stare into your eyes"

WHOOP-- I spoke to soon. Clawdeen, in her distressed state loses her monster attributes and is then immune to Komos's essence draining technique. He tries to turn her to stone with Deuce's stare and she shows him his reflection in the front facing camera (Cleo's advice) and he turns to stone. Freeing Draculaura and Deuce from his influence.

11/?

#Monster High #Monster High the movie

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15-dogs · 3 years

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hugger |n.s.|

pairing: newt scamander x reader

summary: you begin to develop feelings for newt, your employer, and accidentally do the one thing he hates: hugs (super super fluffy! pining, friends to lovers, takes place in between fbawtft and fb:tcog)

warnings: extremely minimal swearing, getting injured (nothing serious!), a niffler giving birth (?)

guide: (Y/N) = your name, italics = flashback

word count: 2.1K

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb LMAO i rewatched fantastic beasts and unearthed my 8th grade crush on him which gave me this as a product! i hope you like it!!

“Denied again?” you asked Newt. He gave you a curt nod as he paced towards the Kelpie pool.

You frowned; he always seemed to get quieter after he returned from the Ministry. It had been his third attempt to regain his international passport and, of course, his third run in with his brother, Theseus. And you knew how complicated their relationship was. Newt never really talked about Theseus, except for the offhand comments he would make about him.

So far, all you had gathered about the mysterious Scamander was that he was tall, an Auror, and quite the hugger. You nearly burst out laughing when Newt had mentioned that last little fact about his brother as if it were reason enough to dislike him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Scamander, but that just doesn’t seem like something to hate a person over.”

Newt exhaled in quiet laughter as he pet a Mooncalf, grabbing some treats from the bucket he held. He flashed a kind smile at the Mooncalf before turning off and dropping the bucket to the ground, staring you down from across his basement.

“You haven’t met Theseus, then.”

Newt refused to meet your eyes as he joined you in caring for the Leucrotta. You chewed your lip— perhaps you were making a mistake, talking to him so plainly. He was your employer, after all. You weren’t there to help him make nice with his older brother.

Yet, you continued to speak as if you were a personal acquaintance of his. “What I’m trying to say is you’re an incredibly kind, sweet person, Mr. Scamander.”

That got his attention. His head slowly raised to meet yours, and when he saw you were already looking at him, he looked away. But that did not deter you.

“You refer to yourself as these creatures’ mother!” you announced with playful exasperation. That got to him, a soft, harmonic chuckle escaping his lips. “You have such a big heart. I suppose I’m just a little shocked that hugging is the disqualifier.”

Newt’s smile faded as he processed your words. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, thick with emotion. He then shook his head as if it would drive the feelings away, pointing you off towards another creature in need of care.

“Well, what are you going to do?” you prodded, making your way beside him. “Try again?”

“Yes,” he stated with a nonchalant shrug, “that’s exactly what I plan on doing. And I’ll keep at it until I get that ban lifted.”

You snorted. “I can see why you were a Hufflepuff— dedication like no other, Mr. Scamander.”

Newt glanced up at you with a lopsided grin that had your stomach flipping for a moment. The tips of your ears began to heat up and you prayed to Merlin that your hair covered them.

You had known for a while that you had feelings for Newt. It started cultivating inside you with every adoring smile, every impassioned statement, every quiet appraisal. It had soon grown too big to go unnoticed and you knew you were in far too deep.

“Quiet now, quiet now,” Newt whispered to the little Bowtruckle, “mum’s here.”

You were padding down the steps from his apartment, reading the instructions on the back of a potion vile. He had advised you to get it from his medicine cabinet for your headache but you weren’t entirely sure that you picked up the right one.

“Mr. Scamander…” your voice trailed off at the sight of his maternal tendencies.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, “but change can be a good thing. On you hop.” He continued to pet the small and pouty thing before placing it into the makeshift nest he had created, where it was welcomed by the rest of its friends.

That small moment, seemingly insignificant, had caused you to completely fall for Newt. His soft, green eyes fell upon you with a gentle, questioning look at the potion you held. You nodded, answering his silent question without actually telling the truth because, if Newt could be as seemingly perfect as he was day in and day out, you could suffer with a headache for one day.

“Prepare the ointment, please.”

You raised the large container of ointment that you had mixed together in preparation for Newt’s return. “Don’t have to ask me twice, Mr. Scamander.”

He nodded his head towards a desk where you placed the container down.

Newt began to take off his trademark royal blue coat, flinging it onto a desk as he conversed with you about your work. “How has Molly been?”

You eyed the pregnant Niffler which was milling about in its cage. “Quite well, actually. She’s due any day now.”

“And the other Nifflers?”

“Niffler-y, as always,” you joked, earning a smile from the sandy haired man before you.

“Lovely.” Newt finally turned around, examining your state. “You’ll join me, won’t you? Kelpie’s are easier with two people.”

“Right, yes, of course.”

“Brilliant.”

You undid the buttons on your blouse with haste so that you stood in your pants and camisole, pulling your hair from your eyes as you prepared to hop into the pool. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d done this, but each time had your nerves thrumming with anxieties that something would go wrong.

You spun around as you took a step towards the edge of the pool, standing shoulder to shoulder with Newt. He extended his hand without looking down, taking yours in his perfectly rough ones, your mouth instantly going dry. Newt looked over at you, so incredibly close that your noses nearly brushed against one another. He nodded and so did you, both hopping backwards into the pool.

Your camisole popped up from the sudden force and Newt quickly looked away as you tucked it back in to the best of your ability. As soon as you were done, you splashed some water his way, striking him in the chest. His eyes went wide with amusement as he did the same to you, hitting you square in the face.

A small wave knocked the two of you back under, the Kelpie swimming its way towards you. You and Newt managed to grab a hold of it, barely staying on as it bucked you two up and down.

After about the third time the Kelpie lept from the water, you cemented your grip. You let out a loud whoop as the cold air kissed your wet skin, Newt also cheering beside you. The Kelpie dove deep under the water, preparing to rocket you two up. As it breached the water, Newt sent you a disarming smile that had your hands subconsciously loosening. As the Kelpie snapped back under the water, you were thrown off, your body just narrowly missing the stone columns of the pool and splashing with a loud crack in the water.

“(Y/N)!” Newt cried out. His voice was drowned out by the water and by the fact that the pain from the fall had you slipping in and out of consciousness. It was the last thing you heard before you passed out, deep under the water.

You awoke to smell of a savory broth soup flooding in from the room over. You looked around the familiar space, soon realizing that you were sat on Newt’s couch, a blanket tucked firmly up to your chin. Your cheeks grew warm as you inhaled the scent that was distinctly him, scolding yourself for the childish crush you had developed.

You adjusted yourself, sitting up to see a tray of tinctures on the table beside you with a note that read, “Please take these when you wake! Newt.” You followed his orders, slugging them back with a wince at each unpleasant taste.

But then you heard a strange noise from the basement. It was a mix between a squeak and a whine, concerning enough to pull you from your cozy spot on Newt’s couch. You stood up and peered around the corner, hearing a soft, offkey hum ringing from the kitchen where Newt most likely was cooking his dinner. The sound of his voice warmed your heart and you almost, almost, got up to speak with him but you figured you had caused him enough trouble for the day. So instead, you headed into the basement by yourself.

You gripped the railings on the stairs with immense force, hoping not to fall over. Your body felt sore which you could only attribute to your accident earlier. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, peering around when you were met with a pained cry from the Niffler cage. You ran up to it to see Molly the pregnant Niffler whimpering in pain as another Niffler nudged at her stomach.

“Oh, Merlin,” you muttered, “you’re about to give birth, aren’t you, Molls?”

As if Molly could understand you, she let out a loud squeal.

“Oh, Merlin. Time to put that Hogwarts education to the test, I suppose,” you mumbled to yourself to give yourself the confidence you needed to deliver the little Niffler babies.

You snatched the pair of gloves from beside the cage and tugged them on tight, casting a spell so they’d perfectly fit your hands. You unlocked the cage to take Molly out, moving her into a small tray with bedding in it.

“Okay, Molls, you got this. Mum’s here.”

You rubbed her stomach in small circles, feeling the baby— no, babies— squirm around. One thing was for certain: you needed Newt.

“Mr. Scamander!” you called upstairs. No response. “Mr. Scamander, please!” Still no response. “Merlin’s beard, Newt! Get down here!”

No later did you hear heavy steps growing louder behind you. “(Y/N)! You’re awake! Are you okay-”

You didn’t have time for his rambling. You sent a panicked look over your shoulder, meeting his wide eyes. “Molly is giving birth. Triplets.”

“Merlin’s beard.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it in contemplation. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s a fighter, I’ll tell you that.”

“What can I do to help you?”

You whipped around. Apparently you’d be delivering the babies. You took in a sobering breath, steadying your shaking hands.

“Something shiny, some snacks, and a towel.”

Newt scrambled around the workspace as fast as he could, dropping the items in front of you. You laid out the towel and snacks beside Molly, massaging her stomach as you felt the babies start to move more than before. It was time. You pulled the shiny object out from behind your back, dangling it above Molly’s head as she delivered three adorable Niffler babies, so distracted by the object that she didn’t realize that she’d given birth. You escorted the babies onto the towel, allowing them to nibble on the snacks as you stripped the gloves off.

“Merlin,” you murmured to yourself in astonishment, “Merlin! I just…”

Newt’s smile was so big it nearly split his face. He nodded, sharing in your excitement. “You did,” he assured.

Completely forgetting about professionalism, you hopped onto him, engulfing him in a tight hug while you laughed melodically. Newt’s thin frame stiffened in your grasp. You gasped, jumping off of him with your hands up.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Scamander. No hugs, I forgot.”

Newt simply stared at you, searching your eyes. You gulped as he took a step closer to you.

“Theseus tends to believe that a hug is just as useful as an apology, so I don’t quite like hugs for that reason.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

The corner of Newt’s lips twitched upwards, looking around before meeting your gaze. He took another step forward before taking you in his arms. You began to wonder if he could feel your heart pounding in your chest, whether he assumed it was from adrenaline or knew that it was him that drove you mad.

“You should be proud of yourself!” He pulled away to look in your eyes, his arms slinking downwards to rest around your waist. “And, please, (Y/N), no more with the Mr. Scamander business. I’d like to think that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

If professionalism was damned before, it was most certainly damned now.

Merlin, he was so close, you couldn’t help yourself. With your arms wrapped behind his neck, you pulled him into a long overdue kiss. Your heart thundered in your chest but you were too focused on the way his lips melted perfectly into yours, the way he kissed you back with such hunger and vigor that you had to hold onto him tighter, the way you began to smile as he attempted to figure out where to place his hands.

You pulled away a moment later, Newt following your lips with unpleasant surprise. All you could do was let out a soft chuckle as your cheeks turned pink.

A teasing grin grew on his lips that had your stomach flipping. “I’m positive now that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

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aggressivelyclueless · 3 years

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ouija board

in which it gets out of hand. . . but only a little

warnings: v spooky

(heads up this one’s kinda long, whoops lol)

(@qoinq-qhost u were looking for more danny being a lil shit? vvvv)

Sam was just about ready to get the seance rolling. Thundery and weeping outside, candlelight inside - it seemed like a good night for it. This time around, there were four of them: her, of course; Felicity, from third-hour, had brought the board; her bestie Star (who Sam had almost uninvited, as she hadn't been deemed goth enough, but she owed Felicity a favour and letting this slip was it); and Star's boyfriend-of-the-week, Jake (also not goth, and very much on thin ice).

They sat clustered together on the full-moon rug in Sam's room, a jumbo bag of Chex Mix forgotten on the floor by Jake's backpack. Only the little brown bits were left. "You're host," Felicity was saying, scooting up into a proper cross-legged sitting position and centering the board on the carpet between them. She produced the most important piece - the polished wooden planchet - and dropped it into Sam's waiting palm. "You start."

Star opened her mouth, almost thought better of it, and then asked, "Are we going to get a demon?"

"That's not how this works," said Felicity, shooting Sam a look to keep her quiet. Felicity had the tolerance for questions like those, and the patience not to be cross. "We're not summoning demons. We're communing with the dead. There's a difference."

"Is it still going to be scary?"

Sam bit her tongue. With luck, it would be, and she wouldn't have to deal with Star's antics next time, whether they were at her house or not.

"I don't know," said Felicity, "Maybe. We've never done one at this house before. We might not get a ghost at all."

Sam shrugged, setting the puck down in the center of the board and keeping her first two fingers on it. The others scooted closer, getting comfortable, and followed suit. The candleflames throughout the room were perfectly still.

"Is there anyone here with us tonight?"

For a moment: nothing. She glanced up into the empty air, as if she could spot a slinking shadow on the wall or a flickering shape hovering by the ceiling. She couldn't, even though she wanted to.

Then the slight pull of the token under their collective fingers, and the drawn scraping sound as it crawled slowly across the board: YES.

So they weren't going to come up empty tonight. She glanced over at Star, wondering how intense things would get before she'd bail. Sam was certain that, at some point, she would, or maybe she was getting her hopes up. Star didn't exactly look like goth material. All things considered, this was probably the wrong scene for her.

But she had owed Felicity that favour.

"Why are you here, spirit?" Felicity asked, shifting a little in place. Right to the point.

The planchet under their fingers was still. Sam knew the rules better than anyone: if the ghost chose to answer, it would have to tell the truth.

The ghost chose not to.

Star's eyes darted to Felicity, but there was a hesitation before she spoke. When she did, the words were wrung-out and barely there. "Ask him if he's friendly."

"You ask him," said Jake, nudging her with an elbow. Between the four of them, he was the least invested in the endeavor, seeming more bored than anything. He shrugged, trying to scoot his letter jacket a little higher on his shoulders without having to take his fingers off the puck. The jacket refused.

"Okay." Star took a deep breath, turning her eyes back to the board. The planchet, for the time being, rested on YES. "Ghost," she said, somewhat uncomfortable at directly addressing the dead, "Do you mean us harm?"

Immediately, she could feel the wooden puck go cold under her touch. It slid off YES, veered partway across the board, and went still again. The chill at her fingertips vanished.

"Don't like the looks of that," muttered Felicity. "Sam, you think we should call this one off?"

Sam gave it a moment of consideration. "I don't know. Maybe, but not yet. Let me try once." She cleared her throat. "Spirit - will you tell us your name?"

The planchet didn't have to think about it this time. Star could feel the cold tingling in her fingers again as it moved, slowly but deliberately, and spelled out: JAMES. She frowned.

"What's your purpose here, James?" Felicity ventured, but the ghost revealed nothing. The silence stretched on; finally, she sighed. "Doesn't like me much, does he?"

"I don't know," said Star, which she thought sounded better than a flat-out no. It didn't do any good; Felicity was already looking a little put-out, and Star reached up with her free hand and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't feel bad. We still like you plenty, even if that silly ghost doesn't."

Sam fought back a groan of distaste. Whatever Felicity saw in Star, Sam was seeing none of it. She wanted to tune Star out, didn't want to see her so distracted as if communing with the dead was a mere game.

If things started to hit the fan, Sam was sure she'd never want to come again. In fact, she was starting to count on it.

But would provoking the ghost be worth it? "James," she said, still contemplating it, "Why are you here? What is it you're seeking?"

The puck meandered for a moment, as if conflicted. It rested on the empty part of the board between F and S, turned around, and aimed mostly toward H.

That was when Star jerked her hand back, as if the planchet had burned her. All of a sudden she seemed to be paying attention; Sam wondered if she had finally realized what, exactly, they were dealing with. Whether she did or not, it was too late. She'd disrupted the connection.

Sam had never seen it, but she'd heard the stories of what happened at sessions when someone did that.

Every single candle around the room went out at once.

"Star, what the hell," said Felicity, "Remember how earlier I said you couldn't do that - "

Star's already-high-pitched voice was pinched. "Sorry, sorry! It's just it got cold all of a sudden, I thought he wanted me to - "

Sam scowled in the dark. "What are you talking about, no it didn't - "

"It did so! Just now!"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I knew we shouldn't have invited you - "

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

The flash of lightning through the window made the ghost into a spindly and angular silhouette, floating in the air by the glass and jolting Star and Sam both out of their argument. The planchet on the board, still under six fingers but by now forgotten, shot out from under them and flew across the room, bouncing off the side of the desk and skittering somewhere under the bed.

Oh, it was hitting the fan now, all right. "This is your fault," Sam hissed through her teeth, glowering in Star's direction, but already her mind was racing to find a way to appease the disturbed spirit. She'd held plenty of seances before, but generally found audience with lesser or fragmented dead. Only twice had she been forced to close a session early.

Never had she met such an angry spirit before - and not only was it angry, it was in her room.

"Ideas," Felicity snapped, in an effort to keep Sam from boiling over, and in the same effort to keep Star from tears, "What do we do?"

"Run, maybe?" said Jake, but the sharp and thunderous BANG from the walls around them cut him off. His eyes darted to the door, but it slammed itself shut before he could get up to his feet and make his escape.

"Hold on a sec, guys," said Sam, "Jake, sit down, we're not done yet - hang on, I said! I got a flashlight." She groped for her backpack, brushed over one of eight plushy spider feet, and yanked it unceremoniously into her lap. Half-unzipping it, she produced the promised flashlight and clicked it once, twice, a handful of times in quick succession as nothing happened. "Shit. Shit shit shit - "

"There," Star whispered, her eyes fixed on the shadowy side of the room behind the bed. She pointed with one manicured finger, making the rest of them turn to look.

The ghost was only there for an instant, hanging in the air as a smoky and ill-defined shadow against the hazy grey light from the window, but flickered away an instant later. The pounding rain outside almost masked the haunt's staticky and echoing laughter.

Felicity put a hand over Sam's and tried not to squeeze it too hard. Her fingernails dug in a little anyhow. "Do you think we can still close this out?" She didn't sound too hopeful.

"No," said Star, with a sudden and bone-chilling certainty. "He's staying."

Sam looked over at her, agape. How can you know that? she wanted to say, but her mouth had gone dry and she couldn't force it to move. Star's eyes were on her; just for a moment, Sam swore there was a glint of something behind their usual blue-grey, but it was there and gone before she could be sure.

"We're staying," she said again, and this time Sam heard the echo in it, and this time the glint of green in her eyes lingered. The ghost had her, appearing as a dark and swaying wisp in the air behind her, hands on her shoulders, keeping her still and calm. Her eyes - the ghost's seyes - were on Sam, and a sudden, absurd thought struck her:

Isn't James his middle name?

The knot of rising terror in Sam's gut broke, and cold tingling relief poured over her. For a moment she let it, willing the adrenaline to fade and the pounding heartbeat in her ears to settle, and then shifted gears.

That sonofabitch, I'll kill him for this one.

"No, you're not."

Star's head and the shadow's head cocked to one side in unison. "No?"

Sam was locked on the spirit but her voice was directed at Felicity (and Jake, but to a lesser extent). "Come here."

Felicity hesitated. "What, are you serious - ?"

"Come here," Sam snapped, setting her first two fingers on the center of the board, ignoring the fact that the planchet was still misplaced somewhere under the bed.

"I don't like this," Felicity whispered, but followed Sam's lead regardless.

Star's fingers came out and rested gingerly on top, and Sam was certain that, underneath the veneer of shadows, the ghost was smiling.

"You listen to me, James," Sam commanded, with a seriousness that made Felicity and Jake both flinch, "You'd better get out of here."

Star's mouth turned up in a smile. "And why's that?"

"Because if you don't, I'll banish you into next week."

"Sam," Felicity breathed, "I don't think that's such a good idea - "

"I'll do it," Sam reiterated, cutting Felicity off.

The smils on Star's face widened. "Promise?"

Then the fingers on the board were moving, overcome by a pins-and-needles sensation that turned the board to static beneath them, and came to rest solidly over GOOD-BYE.

"See you then. . . "

Sam looked over and Star looked back at her with those big blue eyes. She didn't seem distraught but Sam had to wonder how much of what had happened she'd remember. She'd heard on several occasions that those puppeteered by the dead didn't tend to recall the influence, and Star wasn't horribly upset.

Still - she felt that ghost had crossed a line somewhere. Crashing a seance, fine. Overshadowing at said seance, even if he'd picked the least-favourite attendee?

That didn't sit right.

"You okay, Star?"

Star blinked once, twice, then cocked her head to one side and smiled. "Of course I'm okay," she said, as if she hadn't been overshadowed at all, but the next thing out of her mouth, spoken with the utmost certainty, sent a chill down Sam's spine.

"He wasn't really going to hurt me, you know. He let you win."

- - - -

Sam shut the door as the others left and then rounded on the ghost. "I know you're still here. There's no way you'd dip after a stunt like that."

(Damn right I wouldn't) said the shadowy thing under the bed, hauling himself out of the darkness a moment later. In the light from the ceiling fixture overhead, the shadows fell apart, relenting to his more human texture and shape, and he shook the dustbunnies off once he got up to his feet. In his hand was the forgotten token that went with Felicity's board, and he held it out to her. "This is yours?"

Sam grabbed it from him, and only then did he get the impression that she wasn't entirely happy with him. "You could have given me a heads-up, y'know."

"Hey, I was in the area, thought you could use a hand. For goth cool points, or whatever." Danny shrugged, leaning back and half-sitting on the side of the bed. "I mean they do think you can scare off a real ghost now."

"And what the hell was with you overshadowing Star?" Sam went on, and at last the dopish grin at the corner of Danny's mouth vanished. "So, okay, maybe I didn't want her to come. But that doesn't mean you get to - "

"Wait, wait, hold on," Danny put a hand up in concession, "I didn't - well, I mean I did, but. Listen for a sec, okay? You don't like her, fine. But I think something's up."

"Something's up," said Sam, nonplussed. She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly in the desk chair and making it creak. "You overshadowing people as a joke is what. And whatever you were telling her in there, guess what She remembers it now."

"That's what's up," said Danny impatiently, "I didn't tell her anything."

That made Sam pause. "What?"

"You heard me. But that's not it, let me say something else too. I swear I'm not making this up: she saw me the second I drifted in the window. I'm invisible and she's looking right at me. The whole time. It was like she was watching me."

"Bullshit," said Sam, wanting to believe it was.

Danny shook his head. "You heard what she said. After you banished me into next week."

"That you let me win," Sam recalled slowly. In the moment, it had struck her as dumb-chills naivety on Star's part, but the way that Danny talked made it sound like she was serious. Perhaps she'd just wanted to think that Star was that stupid.

"She knew it, and I didn't tell her. I'm dead serious, Sam, she practically invited me to overshadow her. I didn't even have to go all the way in her. You saw it."

Sam had most definitely seen it. "And what does this mean for the rest of us? Or for you? You're gonna tell me - what, she's going to miraculously guess you're half-ghost too?"

"I don't know - but you saw her the same as I did. She wasn't scared of me. Hell, I gave you guys a name and she was the one that didn't call me by it. Like she knew it wasn't quite right."

"I get it," said Sam, thinking that maybe she would have been just as well off not calling him that either, "But what are we supposed to do about it? Are you saying we should invite her onto the team? Or what?"

Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair and letting it come to rest on the back of his neck. He shrugged helplessly, his gaze picking out dustbunnies and imperfections in the floorboards at his feet. "I don't know yet. Keep an eye on her, maybe. See if she starts saying things. She's not as stupid as she looks, Sam. Low bar, I know, but the last thing I need right now is somebody else to have to watch out for. I know you don't like her. I'm not asking you to."

He met her eyes then, and the earnestness in them struck her.

"Just, don't let that put her in the way, okay?"

#Ectober Month 2021 #Ectoberhaunt 2021 #Ectoberhaunt Trick #danny phantom #fanfiction #ectober

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filthforfriends · 2 years

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go to capitalism with me

so today at work this woman calls and asks "I have an appointment with you today for a manicure on my calendar but I'm not sure if its at 1 or 2 today can you tell me which?" and I'm not the only one that writes in our books so the handwriting is hard to read, but I find her name after a second during which she's very impatient, confirm the spelling, confirm its one client, confirm the area code and tell her the appointment is at 1:45. I can't check if she's getting a mani because the person who recorded the appointment didn't specify, but that happens when we're busy.

so she comes in and wants to look at our books for some reason, so I show her and she says "oh thats not me"

"thats not you, Cora with a C at the 1 or 2 pm time slot with the area code 502, getting just the one service?"

NOPE apparently this Cora was scheduled at 3 and a different Cora (with a C, 502 area code, getting a single service) was scheduled at 1:45. not that common of a name right?? Just my luck and its a fucking Saturday.

Now normally I'd go whoops, but this is one of our customers that insists in personally writing down her own appointments, but does it wrong.

"why didn't you check if I was down for a manicure?"

"unfortunately ma'am you didn't specify that you wanted a manicure when you made your own appointment in our books, so I couldn't check that information." because if this bitch had written down that she was getting a manicure, I could have checked!! but she didn't and I'm not here to catch screw ups everyday.

she she starts complaining about how she left another appointment to be at this one which she obviously didn't. I explain to her the situation and how I checked the 1pm and 2pm time slots like she specified multiple times, and she starts yelling at me for not checking 2 and 3. And I realize that this bitch wanted to look at the books because she realized her own fuck-up and wanted to cover her ass and get an earlier appointment by endangering my job because Saturdays are so fucking busy.

"I wouldn't be making a big deal if I hadn't just left an earlier appointment!!" why did you schedule an appointment at 1 if you knew your manicure might also be at 1? also YES YOU WOULD its obviously all bullshit but her friend is enraged with her (she didn't schedule for her friend btw)

so I'm getting yelled at in front of the salon and I mean the owner, the other assistants, the technicians, and like 15 customers for not checking the 3pm time slot. A normal person would cry, but I've been emotional abused by my own mother so you have to include some really personal insults in your berating to make a dent.

so when Cora (seriously how many fucking people named Cora are there??) storms out my boss has me schedule someone from the waitlist because this salon is so popular that we have a waitlist on Saturdays so 0$ were lost.

now you know you haven't fucked up when 2 first time customers ask you if you're okay. so I think everything is fine and good and this is my first fuck up. but no

this woman calls the owner to complain about me and I get taken off phone and scheduling duty because of it!! this is the only customer complaint I have on file and one of my clients who saw it happen and got like 250$ worth of services went out of his way to tell the owner I was amazing so my job is fine. but for fucks sake

the universe needs to realize that my greater purpose is writing porn for strangers on the internet.

#if you read this bless you #I hate karens #I can't even ask people to put on a mask the owner gets made wtf #ITS THE PLAGUE NOEL #late stage capitalism

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poorcinderelly · 3 years

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Changing Minds

Sequel to "Perfectly Fine"

Author: poorcinderelly

Rating: PG13 (mentions of sex, swearing, and alcohol)

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction and not-for-profit fan activity. It is not intended to infringe on any rights by and of the companies and/or individuals involved in the production of any series mentioned here.

Word Count: 7,582

Notes: So I did not expect "Perfectly Fine" to get as much attention as it did. Between here and AO3, it was read at least three hundred times! I know it's kind of small compared to what other fics get, but I'm pretty happy with it. More importantly, I'm happy that you guys seem to like it! Sorry, it took so long to get the second part out; I have been busy with RL and I also really wanted it to be the best it could be. Also, there will definitely be a third and final part to this, so be on the lookout for that. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!

Here's the AO3 link, too!

One year earlier

You plopped down on the left side of the bed, trying to catch your breath. Your chest felt hot and your limbs felt like they could be made out of pudding. A light layer of sweat covered your entire body and your long hair splayed out across the one pillow that somehow managed to stay on the bed. You turned over to look over at Tom, who was trying to catch his breath himself. His eyes were closed and his brown eyelashes rested perfectly on top of his cheekbones, his smooth chest rising and falling with every breath he took.

He turned over to look at you and gave you a weak smile. "You okay, babes?" he asked, his breath finally slowing back down to a normal pace. You nodded; you were more than okay. He reached over and pulled you into him, untangling the blanket from between your bare bodies as he did so. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, making light circles across his body as he ran his fingers gently through your hair.

You both stayed like that for a while, enjoying the sounds of the other's breathing and the waves crashing outside the window. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard Tom wearily ask, "Can I say something cheesy?"

You laughed and said, "Sure."

Tom stifled a yawn. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

It felt like Tom just unlocked a chest that contained every ounce of emotion you had felt for him deep inside you. Almost immediately, tears formed at the corner of your eyes and you did your best to stifle them so Tom would not notice. You quickly blinked them away and turned up to look at him. He was about to fall asleep; his brown eyes were halfway open and a tired smile formed on his face. You reached up, running your hand through his curly brown hair and planting a gentle kiss on his nose.

"I love you, Tom." You meant every word of it, down to the last syllable.

The yawn that Tom was fighting off appeared, but he still managed to utter an, "I love you, too," before drifting off to sleep. You resumed your previous position, your head on his chest and arm around his waist, letting sleep consume you.

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Six months later

You laid awake in bed, staring at the alarm clock on your bedside table, its bright red letters spelling out 5:45 AM. It was as if it was mocking you.

You rolled over in bed, pulling the spare pillow over your face. Today was your last day at Jessica's apartment. Despite Jessica assuring you that you could continue to stay with her as long as you wanted, you knew it was time to move on. You had found a comfortable one-bedroom apartment in the Upper East Side and you were set to move in in just a couple of days. All of your new furniture was there, but you still had to move the five boxes of things you kept at Jessica's place to your new one, which is what you were planning to do today. That is if your brain allowed you to get some sleep.

It had been exactly six months since you saw Tom last. You did your best to avoid reading about him on social media, but even though you managed to cultivate a protective bubble around you, some news still managed to find its way through. The last thing you saw was that he was through filming his last Spider-Man movie and that he was doing a press tour for Cherry. You did not hear any news about his new girlfriend, though, for which you were grateful. You felt more at ease than you were a few months ago, but every once in a while, you found yourself deeply missing him. Especially on nights where you had trouble sleeping.

You tossed back over to the other side of the bed, reaching for your phone. You opened your messages and composed a new one, writing Tom's name in the "To:" box, but you stopped. "What the fuck am I doing?" you thought. You closed the message and put your phone back on the nightstand. Both you and Tom have moved on; you both made your peace with each other and apologized. It was time to let go of the past and just move forward.

"But I just can't," you thought. You curled yourself up into a fetal position, clasping your hands together to your chest, crying softly as you finally drifted off to sleep.

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I do recall now the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement I ran off the plane That July 9th The beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms

The wheels of the plane landing at Heathrow airport jolted you awake. You stretched, rubbed your eyes, and waited impatiently for the signal to stand up. You could not wait to get off of this plane. The trip had been a disaster from the start.

It began when an interview with Vogue magazine ran over, causing you to be late getting to the airport. Although you were able to get to your gate by the skin of your teeth, you realized you put your passport in the wrong pocket, causing you to take everything out of your carry-on bag to find it. Once you were able to get on the plane, you landed in Detroit without any issues. The layover there was only supposed to be an hour until you were forced to stay there for an extra two hours and switch flights because there was apparently engine trouble with the first plane.

By the time you landed in London, it was a little past ten o'clock at night. You made your way through the gate, with your carry-on bag over your shoulder. Your body felt so tired and all you wanted to do was shower and climb into bed. After getting your passport stamped, you continued to linger around the gate, hoping to see a glimpse of Tom. It was not as crowded as you expected it to be, which you hoped would make it easier to find him. You made your way to the sitting area by the gate and stopped when you saw a familiar blue and white tie-dye hoodie in one of the chairs. Tom was slouched in the chair, wearing sweats and looking at his phone in his hand. He pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, but his brown curls were still sticking out all over the place. To the left and right of him, were his brothers Harry and Paddy, both sleeping in their chairs.

When you began making your way closer to them, Tom looked up from his phone, and a big smile burst on his face. "Y/N! YOU MADE IT!!!" he whooped, shooting from the chair and racing over to you. He immediately pulled you into his arms, wrapping both of his arms around your body and pulling you into him. You dropped your carry-on to the floor and returned his hug, burying your face in his chest. The familiar smell of citrus entered your nose and you could literally feel his heart beating through the cotton material of his hoodie. You were home.

You looked up when you felt him gently cup the side of your face and pull you in for a kiss. It felt like your body was going to melt right then and there. You had missed his kisses so damn much.

"God I missed you," he said quietly against your lips. It was as if he read your mind.

"I missed you too," you responded, gently yanking on his hoodie and pulling him closer.

It was by this time Paddy and Harry woke up and interrupted your embrace by yanking you from Tom's arms and hugging you tightly and bursting with excitement. Just being around them brought back all of the energy that the trip zapped from you. It had been a long time since you had seen both of them, and they were so eager to catch up with you right then and there. "Lads! Hey, lads! You'll have the next three weeks to catch up with Y/N," Tom chuckled. "And I don't think she wants to catch up with you in the middle of Heathrow!"

And with that, Tom took you by the hand and you both made your way over to baggage claim, with Harry and Paddy in tow. After picking up your suitcase, you followed Tom to the exit and immediately felt relief when you stepped outside. There was a light breeze in the air and you breathed in the smell of rain, letting it take over your senses. You heard the slushing sounds that the cars made as they drove through the puddles on the asphalt, causing the ground to shimmer under the street lamps. As you waited for the next cab to pull up, you gave Tom's hand a gentle squeeze and rested your head on his shoulder.

"You alright, love?" you heard him ask.

You smiled. "Yeah," you answered, "just glad to finally be home."

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The next day was rough. As expected, you got a late start thanks to your lack of sleep. Still, with the help of coffee and Jessica, you managed to get all of the boxes out of Jessica's apartment, packed tightly in her car, and up into your new place.

It did not go unnoticed to Jessica that you were a little morose. Throughout the day she did little things to try to cheer you up, such as buying you lunch and trying to take your mind off things. She knew that this step - moving into a new place, living on your own for the first time in two and half years - was a big one and she did her best to try to make it go as smoothly as possible. "I definitely don't deserve a friend like her," you thought.

She also did not pass up on suggesting that you stay one more night at her place, which you refused. But she stayed with you all day, helping you unpack your things and re-arrange your furniture. You both split a pizza for dinner and watched a cheesy movie on Netflix. After Jessica left around ten, you took a shower and crawled into your queen size bed, basking in the smoothness of the sheets and pillows. You were grateful that sleep came quickly.

You spent the following weeks getting used to the place, trying to make it more like home. You had trouble sleeping one night - which had become the norm at this point - and decided to go through the last two boxes of things that you brought from Jessica's apartment that were stacked in the corner of the dining area. They mostly contained random items like colored pencils, a box of tea, random kitchen utensils, a few books, and some DVDs. You were just about to throw the last box out when you noticed another one in the corner. "Hm," you thought, "I guess I forgot this one."

You grabbed your scissors and sat down in front of it, ready to open the box. That was when you saw your name written in the familiar scrawl.

Your heart sank. You remembered what this box was now and what was inside of it.

You put your scissors back on the table and picked up the box. Just like that night six months ago, you tucked it under your arm and brought it to your bedroom. You slid open your closet door with your foot and dropped the box to the floor, sliding it to the back behind your coats and shoes.

You made a note to try to open it again later. Just not now.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are

Two months had come and gone; it was now October. You had now started to develop more of a routine that consisted of doing yoga in the mornings, painting in the afternoons, and trying new recipes for dinner. You also started to go to auditions more, which your agent and publicist were grateful for. You also started to receive more scripts to read, which was something that did not happen as much before. Your agent made a joke along the lines of, "At least something good came out of that relationship," which had stung a little. But you knew she did not mean it in a malicious way; in fact, part of you agreed with her. It was nice to be working again, but it was still a little annoying that you had just now started to get all of this attention just because you were in a relationship with Tom Holland for two and a half years. Still, you knew that this was part of the game.

You still had your protective bubble up when it came to him. It was fine if your team talked about him, but you made sure that he was off-limits in interviews. That was truly the only request you made. Although you were in a slightly better place than you were a couple of months ago, your heart still felt a little tender. Jessica still kept reminding you that it was okay to feel what you feel and that it was part of the process. But it still frustrated you. Part of you wondered that if you did talk about him more with other people, would it speed up the process? But you also did not want to invite people into your private life. You and Tom worked so hard to keep the details of your relationship out of the press and as far as you knew, he was not talking about you in interviews. The least you could do was return the gesture.

It was two Saturdays before Halloween and Jessica was sleeping over. You both got drunk off of a little too many Blackheart shots and ate too much pizza while watching scary movies on Netflix. Jessica, as always, drank more than you did and you did not want her to go home in the state she was in. It was getting close to midnight when Jessica blurted out an idea. "HEY! WE SHOULD HAVE A PARTY!!"

You groaned and put your face in one of the pillows on your couch. You did not like throwing parties; hell, you did not even like attending parties. They just made you feel anxious and small, and other than your friends, you never really knew what to say to people.

"Come onnnnnnnn Y/N," Jessica begged. "This will be good for you! I'll invite some of our friends we haven't seen in a while! It will be so much fun!" Her eyes went wide and she gasped. You knew she had just come up with another idea. "WE CAN MAKE IT A COSTUME PARTY AND HAVE IT ON HALLOWEEN!"

You sighed. "I really don't know, Jess," you said. "I'm just not in a party mood right now."

Jessica gave you the look. It was a look she always gave you when she felt that you were being ridiculous. "Y/N, you have been through more shit in these past few months than anyone else I know!!" she said. "You deserve to have this party! Plus we can have it at my place!!! That way you won't have to worry about doing anything - you can just show up!"

That was a good point. "Just attending a party wouldn't be so bad," you thought. "And she's right...I do deserve to have some fun..."

"Okay, let's do it!"

Jessica yelled with excitement and downed another shot of Blackheart.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

You thought that fate was testing you when you realized that Halloween was on a Saturday this year. There was no way you were going to be able to dip out at the last minute, nor were your other friends that Jessica invited. Still, you worked up the courage to walk up to Jessica's apartment, wearing your costume. You decided to dress up as Wanda from WandaVision, only you went with her costume from the comics and not the one from the cinematic universe. After Jessica - who decided to dress up as Agatha Harkness from WandaVision - let you inside, you made your way to the kitchen for some of Jessica's infamous Halloween punch. You definitely were going to need some of this to help you get through the night.

Just as you expected, you spent most of the night standing in the corner by the television in the living room. You did catch up with some old friends, though, which was nice. They all went to Julliard with you and Jessica and had all managed to get jobs in the fields they majored in, whether it be theater, dance, or something else. There were some people there that you did not know though, but you figured they were probably other friends of Jessica's or friends of your classmates' that you also have not met before. You decided to keep your distance from them as much as you could; you really did not want to talk to anyone new tonight.

But the more the party continued on into the night, you found yourself starting to mingle a little more. You sang karaoke and even played Mario Kart on Jessica's Nintendo Switch. After losing another round of Mario Kart, you handed the controller to one of your Julliard friends and decided to return to the kitchen for a glass of water. The kitchen was already occupied by two other guests, whom you have never seen before. Both were in costume, one was dressed up as a cat and the other one was dressed up as a sexy sailor and they seemed to be debating something. Fortunately, they did not seem to notice you. Just as you were about to open the fridge for the Brita pitcher, you finally heard what they were talking about.

"GIRL NO WAY! Tom Holland is definitely the superior Spider-Man!" said the cat.

The sexy sailor scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Andrew Garfield is a thousand times better! At least he was able to make Peter more competent instead of a whiny idiot."

The cat groaned in frustration. "But Tom is so hot, though!" she said. "I wonder if he's still dating that other actress? The one that was in that Netflix show that one season?"

"Shit!" you thought. You quickly shut the fridge and exited the kitchen but lingered outside the doorway. Your curiosity was getting the better of you.

"Nah, they broke up a while ago," the sailor said matter-of-factly. You heard the cat girl gasp. "NO! They were so cute together! Wowww, they were really together for a long time then, huh? I wonder why they broke up..."

The sailor did not answer right away. "I'm not sure. He's apparently dating that model now, though. You know, the one that's always in those Gucci ads? I read that he cheated on that actress with her!"

It felt like your heart dropped in the pit of your stomach. It turned out your suspicions were true after all. Tom really did cheat on you with her.

You could not listen to the conversation anymore. You bolted from the entranceway, trying to make your way to the balcony. You heard Jessica ask what was wrong, but you did not stop to respond. After pushing through some of the party guests, you made your way to the sliding glass door, slid it open, and stepped outside. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that no one was out there. You could also hear the excuses that Jessica was telling some of the guests inside, but you honestly did not care how you looked right now. You just needed to catch your breath and process everything you just heard.

You pulled up one of the chairs and sat in it, putting your face in your hands, trying to hold back your tears. Everything you had suspected about Tom leading up to the breakup was true. It explained everything - the distance, him being short with you, all of it. You did not want to be right; you really hoped that it was something else - something, anything other than this.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "It's not fair!" you thought.

It truly felt like you were watching him move on without you. He was out in the world, prancing around with her, while you felt frozen in time. "Why couldn't he have just been honest with me?? Why did he keep this from me??? Why???" You hated that you had to find out the truth from two nobodies at a party eight months after everything ended. You were starting to feel angry now; you just wanted to punch something - anything. You wanted to scream. You wanted to just scream and cry.

Flashes of moments you had with him started appearing behind your eyes. The time he surprised you on the set of a photoshoot with a single daisy he had picked outside the studio. How whenever you both walked through crowds, he would grab your hand and gently squeeze it twice. Meeting each other at the airports - him at JFK and you at Heathrow. Every time he touched you, whether it was the way he put his hand on your waist whenever you went to an event, the way he held your hand whenever he could, the way his hugs felt especially after not seeing each other for a long time, and the way he held you in bed late at night. You also thought how you would sometimes lay awake at night and just watch him sleep, and as you listened to him breathe, your heart just swelled with love.

But those days were gone.

The sliding door to the balcony opening pulled you out of your thoughts. "I found her Jess!"

Your breath hitched in your throat. You had heard that voice before. You looked up and your eyes grew wide as saucers when you saw who was standing in front of you.

"Hey Y/N....been a while, hasn't it?" It was Harrison fucking Osterfield, Tom's best friend.

"Harrison???" you gasped, gaping at him as if he were from another planet. Despite being dressed up as an eighteenth-century nobleman that looked like got mauled to death by a monster, you knew it was him. Those piercing eyes gave it away.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave a gentle smirk. He offered you a bottle of cider, which you took. "Mind if sit down?" he asked, setting his bottle on the table. You nodded and gestured to the empty chair next to you. The overall shock wore off and now the air was beginning to feel tense. It had been a long time since you last saw him, even longer since you last saw Tom. Your mind began to race. "What do I say? Do I even say anything at all? What if he brings up Tom? Does he know what happened? What if he asks? What do I say if he does? What if -"

"How have you been?" he asked, awkwardly. You realized that he was beginning to feel the tension too. You shifted in your seat. "....Uh....okay, I guess," you answered. There was a moment of silence. "What brings you here? D-Did Jess invite you?" you stammered.

Harrison popped open his bottle of cider. "Yeah, she did," Harrison chuckled. "It was kind of out of the blue, but I haven't seen her in a while so I'd thought I'd come." You knew that Jess and Harrison hit it off after you invited her to your Fourth of July party with Tom almost a year ago. It surprised you a little that she would continue to talk to him after the breakup, but it did not make you angry. You knew they had a bond and honestly, the fact that your drama did not come between them made you feel relieved.

"It's okay that I'm here right? I don't want to make this awkward..."

"Fuck!" You decided that it was time to pop open the cider. "Say something, you idiot!" You shook your head and answered, "No...I'm glad you're here." You took a sip of the cider. "Like you said, it's been a long time."

That's when it dawned on you that if Harrison was in town, then that means there was a possibility that Tom was in town too. This caused you to grip the body of the cider bottle.

You both sat there in silence for a few moments. You took in the sounds of the commotion going down on the street below: the honking horns, the screeching tires, anything to distract you from the building pressure in your stomach. You thought that Harrison was feeling it too, but he definitely was not showing it. But he was always poised like that; it was one thing that you admired about him.

"You remember that night that all of us went and got hammered and we ended up back here on this balcony?"

You laughed. You immediately knew what Harrison was talking about. "Yeah, and Jessica kept doing her impression of Arnold Schwarzenegger from Predator?"

"GET TO THA CHOPPAH!"

You both burst out laughing. "Yeah, that's the one!" Harrison tossed his head back in the chair. "I thought Tom was going to piss himself," he laughed. You chuckled and thought back to that night. Tom laughed so hard that his face turned bright red and he started crying. His laughs had turned into squeaks as he gasped for air. Since then, he always brought up the "get to tha choppah!" line, especially during quiet moments between you two.

Harrison had noticed you had gone silent and he took another drink of the cider. "I hope I'm not out of line, but he does miss you, you know."

You did not give yourself time to process what Harrison just said; you just reacted. "What the fuck, Harrison?" you snapped. You shot up from your chair. All of the emotions you felt before Harrison sat down began to boil over. "Was this your plan the whole time??? T-To just come here and...and drop this bomb on me???" You could feel yourself wanting to cry but you did your best to hold back your tears. "Also, how dare you get involved! What makes you think you know the full story of everything that happened between us? Fuck, I didn't get the entire truth eight months ago! I HAD TO FIND OUT ABOUT IT TONIGHT! He didn't have the fucking balls to tell me to my face, I had to find out from strangers!" Your face suddenly felt cold and that was when you realized that the tears you were trying so hard to hold back were finally free. You glared at Harrison, who continued to sit in his chair, chewing on his lower lip. He never said a word as you screamed at him, just patiently waited. There were more thoughts that were racing through your mind, but you could not compel yourself to say them. They were not for Harrison; they were for Tom, and honestly, Harrison did not deserve to hear them. You clenched your fists and tried to catch your wavering breath. That was when Harrison got to his feet, still holding the bottle of cider.

"Look Y/N, I'm not going to pretend that I know every detail of what happened between you two. I only know what he told me -"

"And what did he tell you exactly? That he cheated on me??" you spat. "Because that's apparently what he did!"

Harrison sighed. "I just know he hasn't been the same since you guys broke up." His voice never wavered; it was still calm and leveled. "When you were together, it was the best I've ever seen him. Now...it's just different, believe me."

You sighed and reached up to wipe your tears away. "That's not my fault, Haz," you retorted. "From where I'm standing he did this to himself. He did this to us." You crossed your arms over your chest. "And honestly, I don't appreciate how you're trying to paint me as the bad person here."

Harrison let out another sigh and reached a hand to rub the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Y/N, truly," he admitted. "It's just Tom's my best mate..." Harrison's voice drifted off and he used his free hand to grab a folded piece of paper from his pocket.

"I know this is asking a lot. I know I'm being completely out of line...and I can't imagine what else you could be feeling right now," he said, reaching his hand out towards you, "but please take this."

There was a tinge of desperation in Harrison's voice that you have never heard before. Although you knew better, you took the piece of paper from Harrison's hand and opened it. It was a phone number written in a familiar scrawl. You recognized both right away.

"He didn't know if you had deleted it or not..." Harrison quickly explained, his voice drifting off near the end.

You shook your head. "I never did."

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I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you're showing off again And I roll my eyes and then You pull me in I'm not much for dancing But for you I did

Even though you did not like parties, you loved going to them with Tom. He had known early on in your relationship that parties were not your favorite things in the world, which caused him to do everything he could to ease your anxieties.

It was New Year's Eve and you were standing in the corner of the reception hall, holding a glass of champagne. Tom had invited you to a party that was being thrown by a friend of his family at their home outside of London. It was a rather large gathering; you estimated that there were more than fifty people there. You had spent the first hour or so introducing yourself to the party guests, with Tom by your side. As you both moved around the room, his hand never left the small of your back. Feeling his fingertips touch your bare skin never failed to make you feel so at peace. It was like you had your own personal anchor.

You snapped out of your daze when Tom emerged from the crowd with two small plates of food from the buffet table, which you graciously accepted. Tom took you by lead you through the next room and out a side door, which lead into a massive garden that was covered in dim lights and full of bushes that you surely knew would be in full bloom in the warmer months. You continued to follow him down a stone path, past at a glorious Fiore stone fountain and some benches, until you finally reached the entrance to the sun porch. Tom flicked the light switch and you sat down on the couch. It was a pretty cozy sun porch; the room was covered with windows and in the corner was a small woodstove. On either side of the couch, were two chairs and there was a coffee table in the middle of the room.

"Be right back," Tom said as he hurried out the door. He was not gone for long though and when he returned, he had a couple of firewood logs in his hands. You watched as he tossed them inside the sun porch and picked up the little matchbox on the coffee table, striking it, and throwing it inside before closing the door. The smell of burned wood entered your nose and the room started to get warmer. "There we are!" he said proudly.

He went to join you on the couch. "Thought you could use a break," he said, picking up his own plate of food. "Thank you," you said, scooting closer to him, "you're just so wonderful." You know that was mostly the champagne talking, but you still meant every word of it.

Tom smirked. "Well, I do try hard darling." You giggled and picked up one of the sandwiches on your plate. God, you were starving.

The two of you sat there in silence as you ate. It was not awkward; rather it was comfortable. You could hear the ruckus of the party through the walls, but it was not bothersome. You were just happy sitting next to Tom on this comfortable couch, hearing the wood crack as it burned in the woodstove. When you were through with your food, you sat your plate on the table and snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest. You smiled when you felt his lips kiss the top of your head. You saw Tom glance at the time on his phone. It was eleven o'clock.

"Time to get started!" Tom announced getting to his feet. He turned around to face you, scrolling through his phone.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"You'll seeeeee," Tom teased, grinning. He continued to scroll through his phone for a few moments, while you continued to eye him suspiciously. "Ah, here we are!" He put his phone behind his back, held out his hand, and said, "Y/N, may I have this dance?"

Your face immediately turned hot. You giggled nervously and bit your bottom lip cheekily. Tom knew that you were not much for dancing, but there was just something about the way he was standing before you in the dim light, his hand held out, his curly hair smooth and slicked back with a gentle smile on his face that made you change your mind. You took his hand and then began to hear Donna Lewis' I Love You Always and Forever start to play on his phone's speaker. This was one of your favorite songs.

Tom set the phone on the table and pulled you into him. His left hand rested on your lower back, while his right laced his fingers with yours. The two of you swayed to the slow melody that lasted for a few minutes at the beginning of the song but when the tempo changed and started getting faster, Tom surprised you by spinning you around and picking up the pace. You laughed as you danced along, holding onto Tom's hands as you both moved around the room.

You continued to stay in the sun porch the rest of the night, dancing along to every song that Tom had put on the playlist. Some were fast like Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede, The Power of Love by Huey Lewis & The News (from Back to the Future, one of Tom's favorite films), and Mad Love by The Neon Trees, and some were more slow and sweet like All Through The Night by Cyndi Lauper, Butterflies by Kacey Musgraves, and I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden. Although you loved every moment when you danced with him, it was honestly a lot more fun watching Tom come up with his own dance moves to some of the songs.

Just as the last song was playing, Tom picked up his phone. Both of you noticed the time - it was one minute until midnight. You pushed the loose strands of hair out of your face; your bun was starting to come loose. Sometime during the dancing, you had kicked off your shoes and Tom had removed his blazer, wearing only his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"We should get back to the party," you said, trying to fix your hair and find the blazer and your shoes. Tom pushed a few more buttons on his phone and set it back down on the table. "Let's just stay here," he suggested. You smiled and reached for his hand. As he pulled you back into your arms, you could hear the party guests counting down the last thirty seconds of the new year from inside.

"I had a lovely time tonight, Mr. Holland," you said coyly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Mmm, so did I Miss Y/L/N," he said, his hand rubbing your lower back.

"I look forward to seeing you again next year!" you teased. Tom threw his head back with laughter.

The countdown from inside the house grew louder and louder. "TEN...NINE...EIGHT...SEVEN..."

You and Tom gently swayed back and forth as it continued to get closer to midnight. You knew there was not enough time to express how much you loved him and how much you loved everything about tonight. As you took him in - his tired brown eyes, his messy dark hair, and the fading scent of his cologne - you mustered an, "I love you, Tom" under your breath.

"SIX...FIVE...FOUR...THREE..."

"I love you too, Y/N," he said. His voice was low and tired, but it was sincere. You could just feel it.

You kissed as the guests screamed, "Happy New Year!" from inside the house.

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Not many of the party guests notice you return from the balcony, which you were grateful for. You quickly made your way to Jessica's bedroom to retrieve your coat, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. As you closed the door behind you with your coat in your hands, you were met with Jessica who was standing somberly at the end of the hall.

"Everything okay?" she asked, nervously, rubbing her fingers together.

You sighed. "Not really, but I'll find a way to deal."

"I...ugh, I'm so sorry for inviting Haz," she stammered. "I...I thought that" -

You cut Jessica off by pulling her into a hug. "I'm not mad about that, Jess, truly," you assured her.

"Okay," she said, sounding relieved, but still worried. "Call me later?"

"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow," you said, pulling away. "I just want to get home right now."

You knew it was rude to leave without saying goodbye to anyone, especially your Julliard friends, but you truly wanted nothing more than to escape. You figured that Jessica would explain things to them anyway; maybe not the full story, but just enough to make up for it. You made your way to the lobby of Jessica's building, your shoes clacking against the concrete floor. You decided to take an Uber home and as you sat in the backseat, you reached into your pocket to make sure that the piece of paper with Tom's phone number on it was still there.

Even though you still had his number in your phone and did not really need it, it comforted you to feel the wrinkly texture of the folded paper against your fingers.

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You did not get much sleep that night. You tried to shut your eyes after you changed out of your costume and taking a shower, but your mind was still racing over everything that Harrison told you about an hour ago.

Something took hold of you around 2:30 AM and after tossing and turning, you threw the covers aside and got out of bed. After flicking on the bedroom light, you lightly stomped over to your closet and slid open the doors, tossing aside shoes and other items until you found the box of items that Tom had given you on the last day you saw each other.

You pushed the items you tossed aside and sat down on the floor, ripping open the top of the box. Your favorite tea mug was now cracked, which did not surprise you considering how you tossed it around. Tom had got you that mug when you first moved in together. It was white and round, with an image of a sleeping fox on the front of it. You took the ceramic pieces out and set them aside, making a mental note to glue them back together. You continued to go through the box, taking out the spare cell phone charger, the old pair of headphones, and the paintbrush set. You unwound the blue and grey plaid scarf and pulled it up to your nose, taking in the familiar scent. It still smelled like pine needles from that cabin trip you went on with Tom and his family that one Christmas and the familiar smell of the space that you and Tom shared together. You set the scarf next to the previous items and looked at the bottom of the box: the small, red photo album was still there.

You took a deep breath and picked up the album, tracing your fingers over the cover. The album itself was nothing special; you found it at a greeting card store one day and thought it would be a good gift for Tom. You turned the cover and slowly turned the pages, reliving the past - the life you had with Tom. Some of the photos you had taken, but there were some that he also took. Most of them were from the trips you had taken together - the cabin trip that one Christmas, Fourth of July in Malibu, Christmas and New Years with Tom and his family, and the trip to Hawaii you took for your one-year anniversary. There were some candid ones that were in there as well - the night that Harrison talked about at the party, a photo of you wrapped up in the duvet that was on the bed you shared sticking your tongue out, one you sneakily took of Tom sleeping on the couch, and another one Tom took of you reading a book on the balcony of your old apartment.

There were so many memories in this little album. Some moments you forgot happened, such as the random photoshoot you and Tom decided to throw in your living room and you swapped clothes and the first time you decided to cook a whole chicken for the two of you, only you ended up burning the entire bird and there was a photo of you upset over it in the kitchen to prove it.

Although you were not smiling in every photo, there was definitely joy and love. You thought back to the conversation you had with Harrison and wondered if what he said was true. Did Tom really miss these moments you shared together?

You got to your feet and returned to bed. You continued to look at the photos again before your eyes became too heavy and you finally fell asleep.

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And I hope the sun shines And it's a beautiful day And something reminds you You wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

You woke the next morning with the sun blaring its rays through the window and kicked yourself for not closing the curtains last night. As you pulled your blanket over your head to shield your eyes, you heard the sound of a thump on the floor. It took you a few moments to remember that you opened the box the night before and went to sleep looking at the photo album.

You continued to drift in and out of sleep for the next few hours. Your head ached and you just felt so wiped out. You replayed the night's events over in your head: you went to Jessica's Halloween party, you overheard those two girls confirm your suspicion of Tom cheating on you, and Harrison showed up and decided to drop a bomb on you, which was that Tom apparently missed you. You still had no idea what you were going to do about that.

You rolled back over to the bedside table and picked up your phone. It was almost half-past noon; you could not believe that you slept in so late. Despite the fact that you were annoyed at the sun for waking you up, you could tell that it was going to be a beautiful autumn day. You began to scroll through your notifications and noticed a lot of text messages and a couple of missed calls from Jessica. You were just about to go through them all when the sound of the buzzer almost jolted you out of bed.

"Who the fuck could that be?" you thought. The buzzer rang again as you got out of bed and put your robe on. You scurried your way to the door and pressed the button. "Yes, who is it?" you asked, stifling a yawn.

You were not prepared for what was on the other end.

"Uh....hey, Y/N," a familiar English accent said through the speaker. You jumped back a little, your heart pounding in your throat. "Holy fuck!" you thought. "What is Tom doing here??" You clutched your robe tighter around you as Tom's voice came through again.

"It's me...c-can I come up?"

#tom holland #harrison osterfield #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #taylor swift #last kiss #fic: changing minds #fandom: rpf #rpf: tom holland #ch: ofc #ch: reader

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kitty0boy · 3 years

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So it’s like 2 am rn and I’m tired but can’t sleep so I wrote this down quickly. It’s a little Marichat fic that probably won’t be very good because I’m running on like 5 hours of sleep. I’ll probably fix spelling mistakes tomorrow or even just delete this but for now, enjoy.

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The class decided to have a picnic to celebrate their last year at Francois DuPont high school. They were about 17 now, some were 18. Everyone lounged around, eating pastries, talking about their first day back from summer and just genuinely having a good time. Unfortunately Adrien’s father had instructed him to go home so while he packed his belongings, he listened to his friends conversations. That was when he saw a younger girl run up to Lila.

Now Adrien knew he had a lot of fans, as Chat and as himself. The older and more, how you say, well defined he became, the more fans he acquired. Though when it came to Chat, being a fangirl was much more dangerous. At one point it got so bad that Ladybug had to schedule an interview with the Ladyblog telling them to stay away during akuma attacks. They would quite literally, chase after Chat while he was being chased after by an akuma. He even saw one of them pretend to be hurt so he would swoop in and save them. Yeah very dangerous stuff. Which is why it was quite a scared to hear that Lila was a fan.

“Of course I’m a fan of his, in fact, I’m quite close with one of Paris’s superheroes.” She spoke, hiding the lying tone to her voice. As irritating as she was, he had to admit she was good. “Really?” The girl squealed. She was on the younger side, maybe 13 or 14, about his age when he first got his Miraculous. “Oh leaving so soon Adrien?” She said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Yeah, my father again.” He replied, trying to sound friendly. “I can walk you home if you like! I wanted to speak with Mr. Agreste anyways. About our up coming photo shoot.” Damn it, he’d almost forgotten about that. He hated shoots with Lila. Adrien had always liked physical affection, but with her it was almost unbearable. “No that’s ok, I can walk him.” Marinette offered, stepping in to shield him from the object of his discomfort. And what a beautiful shield she was.

Her days of pigtails were over, instead she would wear her hair in different styles everyday. Today was a half up half down style with space buns, very reminiscent of her fight as Multimouse. She has also settled for a mint green t-shirt and a black skirt which clearly paid homage to his superhero self. It was nearly impossible to wipe the Cheshire grin off his face as she strode over, picnic basket in hand. He was visiting her while she finished the little paw prints along the hem of the skirt, but of course she wouldn’t know that. “Wow miss, I really like your outfit! Where’d you get it?” The girl squeaked rushing over. Her eyes shining with pure joy. “Oh why thank you, I actually made it myself.” She curtsied, very adorably in his opinion. “Wow that’s so cool! Could you make me one?” If she got anymore excited she would float into space. “You know, I can get Chat to stop by if you wanted.” Lila chimed in, drawing the girls attention back to her. “Really?” She turned and ran towards her new favourite person. “Of course I can, my boyfriend always seems to find me.” She faked a gasp and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “Whoops.” She exhaled. The class gasped. That was what she was looking for.

“You’re dating Chat Noir Lila?” Marinette snickered, silencing them. It was clear that Lila had more influence over the class now. As much as they all loved Marinette, Lila had successfully made herself more interesting. “Yes I am, but I wasn’t supposed to say that. Oh no, I’m going to get into so much trouble.” She delicately placed her fists over her chest for added effect. Marinette burst out laughing and that’s when Adrien slowly started to back away unnoticed by his friends.

He ran and ducked into an alley way making sure he wasn’t followed. “Oh come on kid, I didn’t even get anything from the picnic. You should have at least slipped me something.” Plagg groaned. “I will after I go sort this mess out, it’s dangerous if people think Lila is dating me, she could be targeted by Hawkmoth.” He rationalized. “Big deal, if she gets akumatized we can just purify her no problem.” “Uh yeah Plagg it is a big deal. What if Hawkmoth kidnaps her instead, as much as I don’t like her I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.” “Well kid if she gets kidnapped because she lied about dating you it’s not your fault is it? Now can I at least finished eating?” He sighed, Plagg was right. If she got kidnapped now she only had herself to blame. An idea did pop into his head. Maybe if she was proven wrong, she might stop saying things like that, and he knew the purrfect purrincess to help him achieve his goal. “Later, Plagg Claws Out!” A flash of green later and there’s stood Chat Noir, in all his leather-clad glory. Hopping onto the roof, he made to move towards them when the sound of shouting caught his attention.

“Do you realized how dangerous it is to even say things like that!” Marinette squeaked, really living up to her super identity and the mysterious multimouse. “You can’t just tell people you’re dating superheroes for attention Lila, you’re safety could be at risk.” She pointed, Lila seemed to be unphased but there was something about her posture that showed she was guilty and ticked off. “I already told you I didn’t mean to let it slip, I have a rare condition c-“ “called Liars Luny or something like that right?” Marinette interrupted. He had to hold back a laugh at her clever remark. “Marinette that was incredibly rude.” Rose intervened, and one by one everyone turned their faces to Marinette, a glared placed on almost all of them. All but Nino and Alya, who had long discovered Lila’s manipulative ways. Though they were still afraid to say anything about it, they didn’t want her to get akumatized after all.

“Look Marinette, if you’re jealous just say so, I won’t be mad. I’m sure a lot of other women would love to get their hands on my sweet kitten. I mean, considering your outfit it’s pretty obvious you have a crush on him.” You know, for a compulsive liar, Lila seemed to be good at getting the truth out of others. Marinette’s face turned pink and her fists began to clench. Her back stiffened up too, was she really jealous? Or was it just his imagination. Maybe he hoped she was, he had fancied her for a while now but he never made a move. Suddenly his classmates were surrounding her and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

His anger from earlier started to rise to his chest as he let out a low growl and leapt off the roof. Thankfully, his years as a model made him a fairly decent actor as well.

“Fancy seeing you here my purrincess.” He purred walking over to the group. “You look radiant as always.” Lila stiffened but quickly tried to look relaxed as she confidently strode towards him. “It’s nice to see you here too kitten, couldn’t stay away from me I see.” She smiled, it almost looked genuine. It didn’t take long for her possi of classmates to follow behind, leaving Marinette standing there clearly distraught, he growled again as a tear slid down her cheek. Keeping it cool, he cooked up a response. “Umm, I’m sorry but do I know you?” He said in mock confusion. The class gasped slightly, “Of course you know me, didn’t you just call me your princess?” Lila chimed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “No. I have no idea who you are, I was talking to the lovely lady in green and black. She is radiant isn’t she, and she looks fantastic in my colours.” He replied cooly. Before anyone had time to react he ran through the crowd and picked up Marinette, twirling her in a circle. She giggled slightly, her throat a little strained. She placed her forearms on his shoulders, intertwining her fingers behind his head as he slowly lowered her to the ground. “What’s wrong love?” He reached up, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. She got the hint to play along. “Nothing I’m all good kitty.” She smiled genuinely and he smiled back. Ignoring the eyes of everyone around them. He held up his arm and gestures to her skirt. “Do you see all of these little paw prints? She sewed them all herself! It took her 4 hours too, I almost couldn’t draw her attention away from the stitching.” She blushed and buried her face in his shoulder, oh mon dieu she was so cute. “And these shoes,” he scooped her up bridal style and she laughed. “See the little toe beans, how adorable.” The girls squealed and ran over to admire her craftsman ship while the boys kept glaring daggers at Ms. Lie-la. “Ok now stand back everyone! We have to show you how it spins.” Marinette cocked and eyebrow at him. “How it spins? Excuse me sir but my pronouns are she/her.” He chuckled before pinching the black fabric of her skirt. “No I mean this, you did wear shorts today did you not?” “I did.” She confirmed. “Good,” he subtly winked at her before continuing, a little louder than necessary, “Wouldn’t want everyone else seeing what’s mine now would we.” Before she could register his words he held a hand above her head and gave her a little twirl, her skirt flowing beautifully in the wind. “See what’d I tell you? Absolutely beautiful.” He turned and smiled down at her, she blushed back up at him. Dieu, he could happily die drowning in her eyes. The two of them seemed to be in a world of their own, just looking at each other.

Until a voice snapped them back to reality. “I can’t believe you! You filthy cheater!” As well as a liar, Lila was a good actor. Tears streaming down her cheeks, arms straighten and hands curled into fists. He rolled his eyes before forcing them to look at a more revolting sight. “Like I said miss, I have no idea who-“ he paused “Oh wait I remember you! You were the liar that nearly got Marinette expelled weren’t you! The one who tried to intervene when Onii-chan was akumatized just because you disliked Ladybug.” He didn’t mean to get so angry but he couldn’t hide it anymore. His hand gripped Marinette’s shoulder a little more tightly than he would have liked but she wasn’t hurt by it. Everyone gasped on cue and turned to Lila who stood there pale. Karma is a bitch isn’t it? In his fury he barely registered Marinette’s hand on his arms. “Come on Chat, let’s get out of here.” She whispered. Coaxing him back to the present. “Yeah ok, I’m sure your friends will deal with her.” She smiled at her classmates who had turned towards Lila with furious looks on their faces. “Did you have a place in mind mousinette.” She giggled at that. “Well there’s always that spot you took me to the first time you came to visit, remember where it is?” She smiled. “I don’t think I would forget that.” He turned towards the crowd. “Welp, me and the princess will be taking our leave now, though I did enjoy seeing you all again.” Then he stooped down to pick her up bridal style as she giggled. For good measure he placed a light kiss to her temple before racing off towards that lovely spot they had just discussed.

“WHAT THE F***.” The fangirl screamed after all the confusion.

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So it’s been a month or two since I first posted this and I decided to clean it up a bit and add a few more details to it. Not that this is suddenly going to blow up but I do like the impurrovement (hehe I have puns for days). So yes, if by some miracle you are reading this, I hope you enjoyed!

#marichat #multichat #miraculous lady tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous adrien #miraculous marinette #miraculous ladybug

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skywalker-swift · 3 years

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I would love to hear more about tangled dinluke 👀

omg hello there I would love to talk more about it (this got super long so it’s going under the cut)

OKAY so cast of characters Luke as Rapunzel, Din as Flynn, Palpatine is Gothel, Anakin and Padme as the King and Queen, Leia would still be in this but just not born with magical powers so Luke and Leia still get separated, Din’s various vaguely criminal friends as some of the men in the ugly duckling, Artoo as Pascal, maybe Miggs and someone else as the stabbington brothers (i love miggs but thinking about the one episode in season one with the prison) and Max is IG-11, calling it now

Anyways, basic plot of tangled still stands, Palpatine finds the flower and sings the song

Padme gets sick while pregnant with the twins, Anakin searches and finds the flower to save her, and thus the twins are born and alright, but Luke has this bright golden hair

Palpatine breaks in to steal a lock of hair, hair turns brown, steals a whole ass baby instead

Palpatine raises Luke as his own, hiding him away from the outside world, and of course Luke sees the lights on his birthday and always the kid full of adventure longs to see them up close. Begs Palpatine to take him but Mr. Master Manipulator turns it against Luke, and continues to make Luke scared of the outside world

So Luke spends a lot of his time painting, cooking, so on and so forth

Anyways with the Brothers, Din steals the crown from the castle, and Grogu is there of course, which is the main reason Din is wanted by the kingdom, but because Din is always wearing a helmet, I think he might be more lax in this AU (haven’t figured that out yet), they can’t get what they think his face looks like on the wanted posters

Continued chase scene with the horse, Din ends up in the tower where Palpatine is hiding Luke away, and Luke just fucking decks him with the frying pan, and take Grogu away from him, who is super confused but likes Luke even though his dad was just knocked out, watching as Luke and Pascal try on the crown

Palpatine comes back, Luke tries to show him Din, and then the fight occurs, and Luke ends up asking for paint instead, so Palpatine leaves and Luke thanks Grogu for being so quiet

Luke and Artoo wake Din up, who is super confused by this pretty man with super long hair, and eventually he agrees to take Luke to see the floating lights, and Grogu is happy cause he likes making new friends!

Just imagine baby luke touching grass for the first time!!! Din is like literally what the fuck but also Luke is adorable so like whatever

Din tricks Luke into going into the Ugly Duckling because Din is not a fucking taxi service thank you very much, but then that goes wrong, and everyone is like Luke your dream is so cute!! Din your dream sucks

Skipping forward to the scene in the cave filling with water Din tells Luke his name is Din (He’d been going by mando before, whoops sorry for not mentioning that sooner) and Luke is like I have magic hair and Din is like what the actual fuck

aNYWAYS luke saves the day like always, and Din is like what did i get myself into, I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS but luke is so pretty and actually interested in knowing about Din, and so the orphanage thing is still real but Din tells him how he got Grogu, who just loves Luke so much, so Din takes that as a good sign, and Luke heals Din as well

Palpatine catches up to Din and Luke, and tries to convince Luke about Din’s true nature, and Luke is just like “I think he actually likes me,” and Palpatine “Toxic Kidnapper” manipulates Luke again with the crown

Skipping forward a bit, just imagine their day in the city with Din and Luke, with Grogu so happy to see his Dad just so happy with someone for once, and Artoo, Grogu and IG are all like DANCE WITH HIM YOU FOOL cause there’s Luke looking like actual sunshine, and Din doesn’t dance, and then IG pushes him into the dance, and just Luke and Din holding each other at the very end of the dance (AHHHHH) OH and the little girls braid Luke’s hair cause i’m not taking out the long hair out of this plot luke would love his hair

BEFORE THEY RELEASE THE LIGHTS DON’T THINK ABOUT HOW SAD PADME AND ANAKIN WOULD LOOK WITH LEIA, STILL TRYING TO FIND LUKE AFTER ALL THIS TIME AND HOPING THAT THIS TIME HE FINALLY COMES HOME BECAUSE THEY AREN’T COMPLETE WITHOUT HIM AHHHHHH

So, boat scene happens, and just Grogu sitting on Din’s lap so happy, and Din just calming Luke down about how if his dream doesn’t add up, and Just soft looks from Din and when the floating lights start appearing, Luke is just so happy, and Din is like “fuck I fell for him,’ and Luke eventually looks and sees Din and is like ‘fuck i fell for him and his little baby is so cute,’ so they send off lights together, and are holding hands with Grogu just happy to be apart of this and to see his dad look happy like that

Stabbington Brothers Spotted! On the shore, so Din is like, I should finish this so maybe Luke, Grogu and I can all live a happy life somewhere, and of course they knock him out and set him up pushing him across the lake on a ship,

Luke and Grogu are just waiting for him to come back when the brothers threaten them, so Luke takes him and runs, and Palpatine saves him, so Grogu goes with Luke back to the tower

Din wakes up in prison, and he’s about to get executed, and all he can think of is Luke and Grogu, and he sees the brothers in jail cell, and threatens them, they tell him that Palpatine took them with her after scamming him

IG goes and gets the ugly duckling guys, and they get Din out of there, hook hand is def boba i forgot to mention that earlier, and Din and IG race towards the castle, where Palpatine knows he’s coming.

Din gets there, Luke lets down his hair, Din makes it up the tower, sees Luke and Grogu in chains, Palpatine comes behind Din and stabs him, Grogu is crying and angry, and Luke is just resisting

Palpatine tries to get the two of them out of there, and Luke tells him that he will fight everyday of his life, unless he can save Din, then Din is locked up, and Luke is just like stop talking let me heal you, and Din cuts his hair instead of letting Luke heal him because he would rather Luke and Grogu be free than himself be alive

Palpatine turns to dust like the little bitch he is

“You were my new dream,” “And you were mine,” don’t fucking look at me

Grogu and Luke crying over Din, Grogu in Luke’s lap, then bam magic powers rescue the day, and just picture Grogu staring at the light

“Luke..Grogu?” and they just throw themselves on Din, who just so happy to have them both in his life, and Grogu in Din’s lap when he kisses Luke for the first time, don’t look at me

the reunion scene with luke’s family, Padme staring at her son, and Leia throwing herself onto Luke, and Anakin wrapping all three of them into the biggest hug, and Padme pulling Din and Grogu in as well DON’T FUCKING LOOK AT ME PADME WOULD HAVE LOVED DIN

And then the final scene with Luke being the one who like “after many times of asking, I finally said yes,” “Luke...” “Okay!! He finally said yes :D” and then Luke, Grogu and Din live happily ever after as a little family

Omg sorry this is so long but here you go!!! please ask me more questions about this AU with details i might have missed!! thank you so much for your ask! also sorry about any spelling mistakes I was just so fucking excited when you sent this ask)

#ask kate #dinluke #skydalorian #luke skywalker #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #leia organa #palpatine #tangled au #dinluke tangled au #me vs all the au's i wanna write #Anonymous

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the-sunlit-earth · 3 years

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I don’t really do these myself, but here goes... a Talvas headcanon :0

Re: Parenting, this mer would be very good at it.

Whether his own, or adopted orphans, heck even just kids he's been asked to watch for a while, Talvas will dedicate himself wholeheartedly to them.

It's ALL about them, in his mind children are first and foremost, never to be shoved on the backburner. This means making time for them no matter what. Work is important to be sure, gotta provide for them and all, but if you're never home to see them? Well it doesn't matter how many sweetrolls and toys you can afford to give 'em, it doesn't make up for quality time together.

Talvas knows this, and he will expect YOU to know as well, and go out of his way to remind you. Gently at first, of course; he knows you've got a lot on your plate what with adventuring, but expect him to harass you about it. Constantly.

Gods help you after he learns the Telvanni telepathic communication spell from Master Neloth... Doesn't matter if you're knee-deep in a crypt full of draugrs, or just chillin' in a tavern somewhere, you're gonna hear daily updates from him, should you choose to leave your kids in HIS care.

Whether or not you're in any kind of relationship with him also doesn't matter; he will hound you incessantly as your malewife in this matter.

"Hey, guess what? L'il Rory brought down dinner earlier! You'd be so proud, he's getting so skilled with his bow! Almost as good a shot as his sister now!"

"Hi, just checking in!! I'm sure you knew, but little Susie's birthday is this week! Wanted to know if we should be expecting you home for a visit soon?"

Your scruples are your own business most of the time, but do not, DO NOT, lie or make empty promises you can't keep, not to this mer. He can and will hold an intense grudge should you let these kids down and he has to dry their tears. Talvas loves kids, but this does not excuse you to be a total absentee parent.

Also, he might take a lot of crap from Neloth or others who like to take advantage of his eagerness to help and his more gentle nature, but Azura help you if you pick on a kid while he's around. Bullying him is one thing, do not try it on an innocent youngster.

His reaction of course will vary depending on the situation, but, well... he's not above a little Foul Murder if he happens to witness some egregious incident. I mean he's not TRYING to orphan any kids, but if he judges that the kid's life would only benefit by removing some cruel monster from the equation, well...

And if you’re someone really strong he can’t take one-on-one in a fight, that’s okay, he’ll just stalk you til the time is right. There you are, drunk off your arse and about to go raise hell when nature calls, you’re just poopin in a bush when SUDDENLY AN ATRONACH’S FLAMING HAND comes bursting through your chest cavity WHOOPS must’ve been an accident “Gee Mr. Guard, I’m still an apprentice teehee!” Master Neloth will grumble about it but still show up to pay bail, secretly pleased to see his apprentice show some spine.

Okay technically it’s wrong of Talvas to go around killing off people, but he’s still a young mer after all. He’s learning. Sometimes he can act impulsively, but to be fair, if you’re getting assassinated by him you very likely deserve it.

Attempts to tell him off for being judgemental will fail; he’s been told plenty of times to keep his nose out of what doesn’t concern him, “ThIs iS fAmiLy BuSinESs” he’s heard it all before. Well maybe don’t abuse your children and he won’t have to get involved yeah?

Talvas will likely take on students of his own once his apprenticeship is completed, probably open up a school that takes in orphans, and for those who have the penchant for magic he’ll train them up as lil Mages :D

Very much a Family Mer, he’s got a lot of love and appreciation to give his Found Family and eager to make sure they know they are wanted!

#Skyrim #Talvas Fathryon #headcanon #dunmer parenting skillz #haha sorry if this was weird #like I said I don’t do these myself normally #my posts

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gingersnapwolves · 3 years

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The Untamed, a brief summary [part 6/6]

Part One: Sword Wizard School

Part Two: The Search for the Yin Iron and the World’s Worst Summer Camp

Part Three: The Fall of Lotus Pier and the Sunshot Campaign

Part Four: The Downward Spiral

Part Five: Mo Manor, Hungry Sabers, and Yi City

Part Six: The Hidden Room, Burial Mounds Redux, and Guanyin Temple

Ext, Koi Tower [Lanling]

Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and Lan Xichen roll up to Koi Tower. Jiang Cheng is already there and decides to make it awkward for everyone by asking the Lans to introduce the masked Wei Wuxian, even though a) he knows or is at least pretty damn sure it’s Wei Wuxian, b) he knows that they know it’s Wei Wuxian, and c) he doesn’t know if they know that he knows. Thanks for making me type that sentence, Jiang Cheng.

ENTER A WOMAN WHO SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A BETTER PRE-NUP

Jin Guangyao comes out. He still has a great smile and he and Lan Xichen are still cute together. But it gets really awkward because, if you’ll remember (and I don’t blame you if you don’t), Wei Wuxian is pretending to be Mo Xuanyu, who is Jin Guangyao’s half-brother who got thrown out of Koi Tower for bad behavior. How bad? Well, apparently Mo Xuanyu had a habit of harassing Jin Guangyao’s wife, Qin Su. Whoops.

Of course, it’s difficult to say whether or not Mo Xuanyu actually did this, since all we have to go on is what people say about him, and ‘maybe don’t believe every rumor you hear’ is like the main thesis of this show.

Int, Koi Tower [Lanling]

Nie Huaisang shows up too, and throws himself at Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen because “the old problems are solved, but new problems have arrived!” He is a drunk mess and it’s a little embarrassing for everyone.

Ext, Koi Tower [Lanling]

Jin Ling is being bullied. Wei Wuxian tells him that he should beat the bullies up, because once you’re an adult you can’t just beat people up anymore and it sucks. He teaches Jin Ling some moves and they have some nice nephew-uncle bonding time, even if Wei Wuxian is pretending to be a different uncle from the one he actually is.

Int, Koi Tower [Lanling]

Wei Wuxian uses a little paper man talisman spell to sneak into Jin Guangyao’s rooms. His wife is there and she’s upset about a letter she got. Jin Guangyao comes in and they argue about it. She keeps asking if what’s in it is true, and what happened to their son. He keeps asking her who wrote the letter and saying whoever it was only trying to upset her. When she won’t back down or answer his question, he burns the letter and then puts some sort of trance spell on her. Then he takes her into a hidden room behind a mirror.

The room is full of all sorts of treasure, including Wei Wuxian’s old sword, and more important, Nie Mingjue’s head. Yeah, just his head, with blinders over its eyes and everything. It’s weird. Wei Wuxian does a spell called Empathy to communicate with the dead guy.

Int, Nie Mingjue’s mind [currently Lanling]

We see flashbacks to him first meeting and promoting Meng Yao, who was getting bullied by the other soldiers, then to the day he exiled Meng Yao (with slight differences from the way it was presented earlier because unreliable narration is fun). We see them argue a few times over the years, then see Jin Guangyao playing music for Nie Mingjue (ostensibly to keep him from qi deviation). They get into a big fight, Nie Mingjue throws Jin Guangyao down the steps of Koi Tower, but then his brain basically explodes. Jin Guangyao looks pretty satisfied with how things are turning out but then Nie Huaisang runs up, shouting for his brother, and Jin Guangyao switches to looking super worried instead. He keeps Nie Huaisang from running to his brother, saying he won’t recognize him. Then Nie Mingjue is held down in the treasure room we’re currently in, still alive and fighting qi deviation, and Jin Guangyao tells Xue Yang to kill him (with Baxia, which Xue Yang is holding), which he does.

Int, the hidden room [Lanling]

Wei Wuxian separates his mind from Nie Mingjue’s and says ‘well that was fucked up’.

Jin Guangyao notices the little paper man and starts trying to catch it, or stab it. Wei Wuxian manages to use the paper man to manipulate his own former sword, which is very cool, and get away.

Jin Guangyao is like ‘gee, who could that have been, using Wei Wuxian’s paper man talisman to wield Wei Wuxian’s sword?’

Int, Koi Tower [Lanling]

Wei Wuxian tells Lan Wangji about all the fucked up stuff he just witnessed. They go to force their way into the hidden chamber. Lan Xichen catches up with them on the way. A bunch of Jin disciples try to stop them, including Jin Ling. Lan Xichen asks Jin Guangyao to let them in if he has nothing to hide. Jin Guangyao tries to demur, but Lan Xichen insists. With so many witnesses, he’s left with no choice.

Int, the hidden room [Lanling]

Nie Mingjue’s head is gone, but Qin Su is still there. Wei Wuxian goes over to try to talk to her, and Su She (remember this guy? Betrayed the Lan sect way back when, made friends with Jin Guangyao afterwards) says that ‘Mo Xuanyu’ just wanted to harass Qin Su some more. While Jin Guangyao is showing off a knife that’s part of his treasure, Qin Su grabs it and uses it to kill herself.

Everyone is super fucked up about this. (Don’t forget, Jin Ling is there! This 16 year old is having a Time of it.) Lan Xichen is like ‘holy shit my best friend’s wife just killed herself in front of me’ and Wei Wuxian basically blue-screens trying to figure out if she did that to herself because of whatever was in the letter, or if Jin Guangyao somehow coerced her to do it with the trance spell. (Unclear! Draw what conclusions you will.)

Jin Guangyao, who is either really upset or the world’s best actor (or both) asks them why they demanded to come into the treasure hall and what the fuck is going on. People outside, who have heard the commotion, come running in, including Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng (who looks at Wei Wuxian like ‘I leave you alone for five fucking minutes and now there’s a dead woman’).

Lan Xichen explains about the sword spirit and the body in Yi City and how they were looking for Nie Mingjue’s head. Jin Guangyao asks ‘did you really think I had our sworn brother’s head in my treasure room?’ Lan Xichen looks at his best friend cradling his dead wife that yes, he was in fact about to accuse of such a thing, and looks like he’s going to be physically ill. (Lan Wangji, however, is staring Jin Guangyao down like ‘listen up you lying asshole’ and Wei Wuxian is just impressed he’s found someone who’s even more shameless about crime than he is.)

Jin Guangyao takes the opportunity to blame ‘Mo Xuanyu’ for everything. He pulls his sword on Wei Wuxian, and Lan Wangji steps between them. Wei Wuxian tries to de-escalate things but it doesn’t work for shit because Su She attacks him, and he grabs his old sword off the display to protect himself. This is a Big Deal because the sword sealed itself when he died, so nobody except Wei Wuxian would be able to draw it. Oops. (Wei Wuxian has a sad moment with his sword for being so loyal, even though he was unable to use it for years before his death, since he had no golden core.) Then they run outside because fuck this shit.

Ext, Koi Tower [Lanling]

Jin Guangyao reassures Jin Ling that it’s not his fault he got tricked by Wei Wuxian, because Wei Wuxian is so evil and everything. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji try to get away but get surrounded. Jin Guangyao again calls Wei Wuxian out on being Wei Wuxian, so he takes off his mask. Everyone acts shocked even though 90% of the characters already knew this.

The Jin cultivators surround him. Wei Wuxian pushes Lan Wangji away and says to tell them that he didn’t know who Wei Wuxian was and that he was tricked by him. Lan Wangji refuses, immediately telling everyone he knew damn well that Wei Wuxian was Wei Wuxian and what the fuck are they gonna do about it? Wei Wuxian still tries to get him to leave, and Lan Wangji runs up to the line of what the Chinese censors will allow in terms of declarations of devotion between two men and plays gay chicken with it. He and Wei Wuxian smile at each other. Jin Guangyao has a ‘really? Right in front of my salad?’ look on his face.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji fight off the Jin guys but then Jin Ling stabs Wei Wuxian in the stomach. It sucks for everybody. Lan Wangji grabs him and they run away.

Int, Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

Lan Wangji has taken Wei Wuxian back here to heal. Lan Xichen is there, too, and says that it was with his permission. But he’s clearly pretty upset about what happened at Koi Tower, since he’s the one who forced Jin Guangyao to open the treasure room on Wei Wuxian’s word, and now he kind of looks like an asshole. He and Lan Wangji come as close to a fight as they’re capable of getting in. Lan Wangji thinks Lan Xichen should believe Wei Wuxian. Lan Xichen points out that he’s known Jin Guangyao for nearly 20 years at this point and he trusts him. Since neither of them saw Nie Mingjue’s head with their own eyes, they cannot know which of the two (Wei Wuxian or Jin Guangyao) is lying. It’s frustrating, but Lan Xichen has good reason to be wary, considering that witch hunts are what led to everything that happened to Wei Wuxian in the first place. In fact, Wei Wuxian is much less upset about it than Lan Wangji.

He tells Lan Xichen what he saw while using Empathy, and plays the Song of Clarity (the qi-deviation prevention music that Jin Guangyao was playing in the memories). Lan Xichen said he played it wrong and Wei Wuxian said he played it exactly as he heard it in the memory. They realize Jin Guangyao altered the song to cause qi deviation instead of prevent it. Lan Xichen still finds this pretty hard to believe, but he says he’ll test the version Wei Wuxian heard on himself and see what happens.

Lan Xichen walks Wei Wuxian back to where he’s been stashed, and Wei Wuxian takes the opportunity to ask him why Lan Wangji has so many whip scars. Lan Xichen explains that after Wei Wuxian died, Lan Wangji flipped his shit a bit and prevented all the other sects from sacking Wei Wuxian’s cave of neat stuff. It’s a bit vague but you get the impression he might have beaten up some important people. So Lan Qiren punished him with a whipping and three years of seclusion in the back hills of Cloud Recesses. Then they show him being beaten because sometimes this show’s continuity is not great.

(Lan Xichen is like ‘hey, you know my brother’s in love with you, right? I mean, only an idiot could not know that. But you really seem to be an idiot. Let me tell you a story about how our mother killed a guy and our father insisted on protecting her anyway. Please use your lone brain cell to connect the dots.’)

Lan Wangji comes back with booze for Wei Wuxian. They talk a bit about Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji asks if they should tell him about the second flute. He talked to Wen Ning, who told him that he heard two flutes playing at Qiongqi Way. Wei Wuxian says he wanted to know at first, but now he’s not sure it matters. No matter what, people will always say he’s evil, but at least Lan Wangji still believes in him. He says to Lan Wangji ‘I’m sorry, and thank you’.

Int, Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

Jin Guangyao has turned up, and says he definitely believes Lan Xichen that Wei Wuxian isn’t there, but maybe they could take a look anyway, to reassure the other clans? Lan Xichen doesn’t even dignify it. Then Jin Guangyao says that they’re all going to band together and do a siege on the Burial Mounds because strange things have been happening there, fierce corpses are roaming, and obviously Wei Wuxian is there and up to no good. Obviously Lan Xichen knows that this is not true since Wei Wuxian has been convalescing at Cloud Recesses. He is fucked up by the fact that Jin Guangyao is lying straight to his face and he really can’t deny it. Jin Guangyao leaves, and Lan Xichen says he’s going to go to Koi Tower, while Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian plan to go to the Burial Mounds.

Ext, some random cabin [somewhere]

They meet up with Mianmian. She’s got a husband and a daughter and is a badass rogue cultivator. There’s really no point to this scene but it’s nice to see that at least one female character got a happy ending.

Then they meet up with Wen Ning, who’s been trying to scare people away from the area so they don’t encounter the fierce corpses that Jin Guangyao has raised with the yin iron (to make people think Wei Wuxian was doing it). They head to the Burial Mounds together.

Ext, the Burial Mounds [Yiling]

Wei Wuxian and company find all the juniors tied up in the cave, and they say they were abducted but they’re not sure who was behind it. Then an absolute fuckton of cultivators show up, including Jiang Cheng, Lan Qiren, Su She, and Nie Huaisang (who says he’s just there to make up the numbers). They’re all shouting about how they want Wei Wuxian dead for all the crime he committed last time around. Jin Guangyao’s not there because ‘someone tried to assassinate him’ that morning, and Lan Xichen is tending to his injuries. Wei Wuxian looks extremely skeptical.

Then they get attacked by fierce corpses. The gathered cultivators realize that they’ve all had their spiritual power leached away by ill-gotten means. Ruh-roh! They all end up hiding in the cave.

Int, the Burial Mounds [Yiling]

Wei Wuxian sits everyone down for an Agatha Christie reveal. He deduces that Su She is the one who took away their spiritual power, by playing malicious music on their way up the mountain. Su She denies it but Wei Wuxian tricks him into revealing that his own power is still intact.

Su She ruins the protection seal and then uses the teleportation talisman and bounces. Wen Ning tries to fight off the horde with some help from the juniors, who still have their spiritual power, but there are too many. Wei Wuxian paints a lure flag on himself and uses himself as bait, with Lan Wangji killing the fierce corpses, so the others can escape. When he catches up, he half-collapses into Lan Sizhui’s arms and Lan Sizhui is really worried about him. It’s cute. Wen Ning looks at Lan Sizhui and realizes he’s actually Wen Yuan.

Ext, some docks [Yunmeng]

They’re heading back to Lotus Pier to figure out what to do. Wen Ning comes over to talk to Lan Sizhui. The juniors are scared of him but decide he seems harmless enough, and he did just help them fight the horde, after all. He tells Lan Sizhui that he looks like a cousin of his.

The parents tell their kids to stop associating with evil, and the kids tell their parents to get a grip, and it’s beautiful.

Ext, Lotus Pier [Yunmeng]

Jiang Cheng won’t allow Wei Wuxian in, so he and Lan Wangji hang out on the steps. Wen Ning tells Lan Sizhui stories about the little boy that Wei Wuxian used to plant in the dirt.

Int, Lotus Pier [Yunmeng]

Some mysterious ladies show up. Jiang Cheng talks to them for a while and then gathers everybody together (although he still makes Wei Wuxian basically stand in the doorway).

Mysterious lady A is a prostitute who was there when Jin Guangshan died. Basically Jin Guangyao had his father fucked to death. It’s gross, although to be fair, couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. Then all the prostitutes except her were murdered. (Why she was spared is actually never explained in the show. It’s because she was friends with Jin Guangyao’s mother and was nice to him when he was a kid.)

Mysterious lady B is a maid who worked for Qin Su’s mother. She tells everyone that she wrote the letter to Qin Su, telling her that her mother had a secret. Qin Su is not the daughter of the man she always thought, but was actually conceived during an act of rape by Jin Guangshan. She and Jin Guangyao were half-siblings. It’s strongly implied (although never outright stated if I recall correctly) that their son had some developmental delays because of this and Jin Guangyao had him killed so nobody would find out. He then blamed his son’s death on a sect that was opposing him on some political stuff and wiped them out.

Everyone is Big Time Shook over all this news. They immediately begin calling for Jin Guangyao’s head.

Wei Wuxian is frankly disgusted. Because sure, he thinks Jin Guangyao’s evil and everything, but it’s sickening to him how quickly everyone turns against him, just based on a few rumors – so much like what happened to him. He wants to know where the ladies came from, and why they came forward after so much time has gone by. But in the end he acknowledges that the gathered cultivators being against Jin Guangyao helps him, and he can’t convince them of anything anyway, so whatever.

They go to the ancestral shrine so he can pay his respects to his parents. Jiang Cheng finds him there and picks a big fight. It’s really painful for everyone. After the first couple minutes, Wei Wuxian tries to leave but Jiang Cheng won’t let him go. Wei Wuxian ends up passing out. Lan Wangji tries to leave with him but Jiang Cheng is using the lightning whip to try to stop them.

Wen Ning shows up and he’s pissed. He tells Jiang Cheng the truth about his golden core, in basically the meanest way possible, directly targeting his insecurities with dead accuracy. It’s fucking brutal. Was Jiang Cheng being a dick? Yes. Did he deserve everything that Wen Ning said to him in this scene? Not really, given that it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know. (Does Wen Ning have a right to be pissed at Jiang Cheng on general principle because Jiang Cheng didn’t help him and his family back then? Now we’re getting into the reams of meta that are written about this show.)

Anyway, in telling Jiang Cheng, Lan Wangji finally finds out, too. He’s clearly horrified to find out that Wei Wuxian went through something so awful and he didn’t even know. He picks Wei Wuxian up and they leave.

Ext, a boat [Yunmeng]

Wen Ning gives Lan Wangji the details about the golden core swap. Lan Wangji looks like he wants to cry for an hour. I feel you, Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian wakes up and tells Lan Wangji not to be mad at Jiang Cheng, he’s just a jerk sometimes. He wants to pick lotus seeds but Lan Wangji reminds him that the lake they’re on belongs to someone and so the lotus seeds are private property. Then he picks some and gives them to Wei Wuxian anyway. It’s super romantic. Wen Ning pretends he’s not the world’s thirdest wheel.

Ext, Yunping City [Yunmeng]

So while Wei Wuxian was in the hidden room, he saw a deed for a temple in this city. They figure it has to be important since it was in Jin Guangyao’s safe, so they go to check it out. It has a weird vibe.

Ext, Guanyin Temple [Yunmeng]

Literally so much happens in this scene you guys. It’s almost 4 entire episodes long. Let me try to sum up as quickly as possible.

First of all, the show never actually bothers to explain why Jin Guangyao is even here. It’s actually because this is where his mother is buried (and he had the temple built just for that). He’s planning to go on the run because the jig is obviously up, and wants to bring her remains with him. He also wants to get one last date with Lan Xichen in, possibly apologize for ruining everything, et c. Lan Xichen was with him in Koi Tower, and Jin Guangyao tricked him and sealed his spiritual power, then carted him off to the temple. Romance!

Anyway Jin Guangyao doesn’t get that date because literally everybody in the damn story shows up. First Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, for obvious reasons. He has Lan Xichen as a hostage so it’s pretty easy to catch them. Then Jin Ling shows up. Then Su She shows up, which is less problematic since he’s a henchman, but he brought Nie Huaisang with him because he found him passed out in a gutter or something. Jin Guangyao can’t just kill Jin Ling and Nie Huaisang because he still has feelings I guess.

Then Jiang Cheng shows up! He makes a grand entrance and then promptly gets his ass kicked. This is partly because Jin Guangyao tells Wei Wuxian that Jiang Cheng found out about the golden core thing, which upsets him. Lan Xichen tells everybody not to let Jin Guangyao talk because he’ll manipulate you and get the better of you. Everyone proceeds to let Jin Guangyao talk for the next forty-five minutes.

At some point during all this they confirm that yes, Jin Guangyao sent Jin Zixuan to Qiongqi Way to get him killed, and that Su She was his accomplice playing the evil music. Su She is also the one who cursed Jin Zixun. Jin Guangyao’s basically like “whatever, I said what I said”.

They finally get the coffin dug up, but instead of Jin Guangyao’s mother, Nie Mingjue’s body, complete with head, is inside. Jin Guangyao has no idea how he got there and he freaks out, which seems reasonable.

Wei Wuxian points out that while Jin Guangyao has been so impressed with himself and neatly manipulated everyone around him, someone has been pulling his strings as well. He points out the letter sent to Qin Su, the emergence of the mysterious ladies at Lotus Pier, the release of the sword spirit at Mo Manor, even his own resurrection. Jin Guangyao freaks out more.

At this point they’ve dicked around long enough for Lan Xichen’s spiritual power to come back. He puts his sword at Jin Guangyao’s throat. Jin Guangyao makes sad ‘you don’t like me anymore?’ eyes at Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen responds ‘dude, you killed, like, everybody’. Jin Guangyao admits that this is a fair rebuttal, but begs his forgiveness and pity anyway. Lan Xichen seems to forget that he literally just told everyone not to let Jin Guangyao talk because he’ll manipulate you.

Then Wen Ning shows up, and he’s been possessed by the sword spirit. He chops Jin Guangyao’s arm off. Ouch. Then he attacks Jin Ling, because the sword is just pissed off about everything, which seems fair. Wen Ning manages to fight off the possession and not kill Jin Ling, so good for him. Wei Wuxian gets the sword suppressed using his awesome mojo.

Lan Sizhui shows up at some point. I really don’t remember why the hell he’s there. Late night field trip?

Nie Huaisang screams that Su She attacked him, and his leg is bleeding. The sword springs right back to angry spiritude and murders Su She. Wei Wuxian is like “wtf I just put you to bed” and has to do it again.

Lan Xichen patches Nie Huaisang up. Everyone else sits around thinking about how truly fucked up the last 2 hours have been, especially Jin Ling, who is really having trouble with realizing one of his uncles was evil and not the one he thought. He is going through it. Meanwhile Jin Guangyao is kind of slumped against a pillar behind Lan Xichen because somehow he is not dead after losing an arm, which seems kind of whack when you consider what killed some of our other characters.

Then Nie Huaisang shouts, “behind you!” and Lan Xichen, assuming that Jin Guangyao is about to attack him, whips around and stabs him through the chest. Double ouch. Jin Guangyao is, understandably, upset at being run through. Nie Huaisang says he had a knife but Jin Guangyao calls bullshit (yes, while being run through, I don’t even know), saying even though he’s done tons of terrible things, he never once hurt Lan Xichen. Meanwhile Lan Xichen is having a complete mental breakdown, standing there with his sword in Jin Guangyao’s chest. Jin Guangyao realizes that Nie Huaisang is the one who orchestrated all this, in revenge after Jin Guangyao killed his brother. Also the angry spirits are back. A lot is happening. The temple starts to collapse. Jin Guangyao asks Lan Xichen to die with him, and it looks like Lan Xichen is going to do so, but then Jin Guangyao pushes him clear at the last second. Lan Wangji grabs him and gets him out of the temple before it collapses.

Ext, Guanyin Temple [Yunmeng]

Everyone is injured and in various states of shell shock. A ton of people show up and start fussing. Wei Wuxian reveals that the last curse mark from Mo Xuanyu is gone, indicating that Jin Guangyao was the last person Mo Xuanyu was holding a grudge against. (Presumably for throwing him out of the Jin sect and back to his abusive family, which Jin Guangyao presumably did because Mo Xuanyu found out about Qin Su’s parentage, which presumably Nie Huaisang told him. I know, it’s a lot of presuming. I’m trying not to be biased and pass judgment lol.)

Lan Xichen asks Nie Huaisang if Jin Guangyao really had a knife. Nie Huaisang prevaricates rather than answering.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are leaving. Jin Ling asks Jiang Cheng if he doesn’t want to talk to Wei Wuxian before he leaves. Jiang Cheng says everyone is going back to where they belong. He flashes back to just after his parents were killed, when he vanished from the inn, and we see him realize Wei Wuxian was about to get caught and lure the soldiers away. All this time we thought he just wandered off and got captured like an asshole, but no, he was saving Wei Wuxian and never told anybody. In the present, he says ‘take care’ to himself as Wei Wuxian leaves. Five thousand ‘Yunmeng bros reconciliation’ fics spring into existence.

Ext, the forest [presumably still Yunmeng]

Lan Sizhui approaches Wei Wuxian and tells him what little he’s remembered about his childhood, and that he’s realized his family name used to be Wen. Wei Wuxian realizes that he’s Wen Yuan, and that Lan Wangji saved him back then. It’s super touching and I happy cried, like, so much.

Ext, Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are standing around by the waterfall acting married. Lan Wangji is chief cultivator now. Wei Wuxian has finally figured out how Lan Wangji recognized him even though he was wearing a mask when they first met up again – it’s because the song he was playing is the same song that Lan Wangji sang to him in the cave of the murder turtle. Lan Wangji actually wrote that song just for him and has never played it for anybody else.

Nie Huaisang comes for a visit. Wei Wuxian asks him if he wants to be chief cultivator. Nie Huaisang tells them that no, he was really only in it for the revenge. It’s awkward, especially given all the morally questionable choices Nie Huaisang made while on his revenge quest and the fact that Lan Xichen is super fucked up about everything, but we all hope that they’ll eventually work it out. Or at least I hope that. Your mileage may vary.

Ext, a mountain [the world]

Wei Wuxian goes off to wander for a little while. The show really makes us think that it’ll end with the two of them splitting up, but then at the very last second they meet again. We all collapse into sobbing, emotional heaps.

~end of part 6~

Characters/naming notes, as promised

I use the Mandarin for names and titles in fanfiction because it just reads better. Some of these don’t have an exact translation, so, the original is better, here are the basic terms you need to know:

Zongzhu = sect leader

Gongzi = young master

Furen = madam

Guniang = maiden/miss

Ge = older brother

Jie = older sister

Xiong = kind of like “bro” in a friendly sort of way

Da, Er, San = first, second, third – these are used in conjunction with the above, so “da-ge” is “oldest brother”, “Lan-er-gongzi” is “second young master Lan”

A- = an affectionate diminutive

Wei Wuxian (courtesy name)

Birth name: Wei Ying (only Lan Wangji calls him this)

Title: Yiling-laozu (used mostly in the second half of the show)

Also called: Wei-gongzi (by Lan Xichen, Wen Ning, and assorted others), Wei-xiong (by Nie Huaisang), A-Xian (by Jiang Yanli)

Lan Wangji (courtesy name)

Birth name: Lan Zhan (only Wei Wuxian calls him this)

Title: Hanguang-Jun (by the juniors and various others)

Also called: Lan-er-gongzi (by various characters)

Jiang Cheng (birth name)

Courtesy name: Jiang Wanyin (Lan Wangji calls him this)

Also called: Jiang-gongzi before he’s sect leader, Jiang-zongzhu afterwards, A-Cheng (by Jiang Yanli)

Jiang Yanli (only name given, not specific if birth or courtesy)

Also called: a-jie (by Jiang Cheng), shijie (by Wei Wuxian), Jiang-guniang (by pretty much everyone else)

Lan Xichen (courtesy name)

Birth name: Lan Huan, but nobody uses this

Title: Zewu-Jun (most people use this)

Also called: Lan-zongzhu (I think a few people use this instead of his title), xiongzhang (by Lan Wangji, this is a formal word for older brother), er-ge (by Jin Guangyao)

Wen Qing (only name given, birth)

Also called: Wen-guniang (by Jiang Cheng), jiejie or just jie (by Wen Ning)

Wen Ning (birth name)

Courtesy name: Wen Qionglin (used very rarely)

Title: Ghost General (never used to his face, I don’t think)

Also called: A-Ning (by Wen Qing)

Nie Huaisang (only name given, courtesy)

Also called: Nie-xiong (by Wei Wuxian), Nie-gongzi (by assorted others)

Nie Mingjue (only name given, courtesy)

Title: Chifeng-Zun (called this by many people)

Also called: Nie-zongzhu (by Meng Yao and others), Mingjue-xiong (by Lan Xichen), da-ge (by Nie Huaisang, then later by Lan Xichen and Meng Yao)

Jin Zixuan (only name given, courtesy)

Also called: Jin-gongzi (by most people)

Meng Yao (birth name)

Later in series, courtesy name: Jin Guangyao (used commonly)

Title: Lianfang-Zun (used occasionally)

Also called: A-Yao (by Lan Xichen), Xiandu (after he becomes Chief Cultivator), Jin-zongzhu at some point probably

Hoo boy all. That was a lot, huh? “I’ll write a brief summary,” she said. 20 thousand words later ... but this was as condensed as I could make it without it reading too disjointedly! So I hope you’ve all enjoyed and that this will help those of you who want to plunge into the fandom but didn’t have the time or the spoons for the show itself.

If you have any questions about something that wasn’t clear or a part of the story you want more detail on, feel free to ask me anything!

Love y’all!

#liveblog #the untamed

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Day 11: "Bonding - H2O"

Break out your calculators today and celebrate math and science with our favourite nerd, Daichi/Bastion Misawa!

((whoops wrote a whole episode… tw for hair pulling and verbal abuse))

@gxmonth

Bastion was trying so desperately to lose himself in his piano playing, trying to calm himself, trying to escape the real world.

He was still shaking. His teacher, Ms Mutou, had duelled Tania to defend him and Jaden, and as a result, she got violently sick. The fact she was pregnant did not help…

While she was being treated, he panicked and left the infirmary and escaped to the music room. He was hoping his piano playing would provide some form of comfort when his anxiety was giving him hell.

Great job, Bastion! You did it again!

Ms Mutou and her baby are going to die, and it's your fault

Murderer!

It's your fault. It's your fault. IT'S YOUR FAULT!!

Bastion slammed his fingers on the piano keys, the discord of the sounds upsetting him more. He just slumped and sobbed.

"Bastion?"

The Ra Yellow student flinched and looked to the doorway, seeing Chazz standing there awkwardly.

"what the heck was that about…? I know you probably feel guilty because Tania manipulated you, but… did you really need to run off like that?"

"Go away, Chazz!" Bastion sobbed, "You wouldn't understand!"

"Hey…" Chazz said quietly. "what's going on…."

"I… it… it's about mother…."

"What… what does have to do with Ms Mutou?" Chazz asked, not getting it at all.

"M… my mother died when she had me… I was born via emergency c-section after… My father hates me for it… he says it's my fault."

"wait… is THAT why he stole the piano and sold it to the academy!?" Chazz sputtered. He remembered Bastion mentioning it in the past.

Bastion's father had sold his wife, Bastion's late mother's, piano when Bastion was in middle school. He didn't believe Bastion deserved to look at it, let alone play it. But as Bastion said, the joke was on him as now it was at the Academy, and Bastion could now play it every day.

"and now Ms Mutou is going to die because of me too!" He sobbed

"Hey! hey! Hey!" Chazz snapped and grabbed Bastion by the shoulders. "Shut. Up. This is not your fault!"

"B-But i-if I didn't lose to Tania-"

"Ms Mutou is going to be fine! You know how pushy and stubborn she is!" Chazz assured. "It's not your fault… What happened to your mom wasn't your fault either…."

Bastion sniffled. He wasn't convinced but nodded.

"Ah… so here it is…."

Bastion froze, paralysed with fear. Chazz had never seen him this terrified before.

He slowly turned around to see a tall man in a black suit, buttoned tight. Well kept brown hair and a pair of YSL glasses sitting meticulously on his nose.

"Father…"

THAT was Bastion's dad!? Chazz was shaken. The man radiated an ice coldness and had a piercing stare.

Bastion stood up. "Father, why are you here."

"I came to collect Rosalie's Piano."

"B-but it's the Academy's now! besides, you have no right to it since YOU sold it in the first place!" Chazz piped up

"Don't talk about things you don't understand, boy… "Bastion's father said coldly. "This murderer doesn't have the right to be near it!"

"No, Chazz is right!"

The older man was taken aback. "You dare talk back to me, boy?!" "Yes, actually I do!" Bastion retorted, "You can't just repurchase it just because you don't want me to have it!! it's inconsiderate to the other students of the school!"

"Oh, I made sure to pay the school handsomely for it!" His father assured.

"I… I WON'T LET YOU HAVE IT!!" Bastion shouted only to have his hair grabbed by his father, which he proceeded to shake from side to side violently

"Don't you dare raise my voice at me, you inconsiderate ingrate!!"

"Let go of him, you asshole!!" Chazz snapped, trying to pry Mr Misawa's fingers off.

Chancellor Shepherd entered the room and was understandably shocked at the display.

"Mr Misawa! What is the meaning of this!?" he gasped.

Chazz finally managed to pry Bastion free, and both pulled away, huffing with relief it was over. Bastion hurriedly fixed his hair and gave Chazz a quick "thanks…."

Chazz nodded back in response before glaring at the man before them. "Like we said, you can't have it!"

"You're not getting mother's Piano…." Bastion said firmly. "I won't let you!!"

Chancellor Shepherd seemed concerned. After Mr Misawa's actions, he wasn't exactly keen to do business with him. But on the other hand, the funding would be helpful in the long run…. But clearly, this piano meant a lot to these two students, and they were helping him protect the world from the shadow riders.

There was only one way to settle it.

"Both of you clearly want the piano as it has significant sentimental value to both of you… so I suggest we follow Duel Academy's protocol and duel for it…."

"Fine by me! I'll face you, and I'll make sure mother's piano stays with me!"

Daiki Misawa stared down at his son, uttering nothing more than a "very well."

Jade, Syrus, Alexis and the others heard the news that Bastion was duelling. However, they were not aware of who he was duelling and why.

Bastion picked out his element dragon deck and turned to look at his father. "Let's duel."

"Indeed"

Jaden noticed Chazz standing stiffly, watching the duel intensely.

"Hey, Chazz! What's going on? who's duelling Bastion?"

"That creep over there? That's Bastion's old man," Chazz said coldly.

"His dad? but why?" Syrus asked, confused.

"He's trying to buy the piano in the music room. Bastion's the only thing standing in his way of getting it."

Chumley didn't follow "Why would Bastion and his dad duel for a piano?"

Alexis' brows furrowed. She knew why. "The piano belonged to Bastion's late mother… it means everything to him."

She understood perfectly, her mother's scarf holding the same significance.

Jaden started to get angry. How could Bastion's father do this?! that was just cruel…

"KICK HIS ASS BASTION!!"

The others immediately hushed him, but Bastion instead looked at Jaden and nodded, determined.

The duel began similarly to Bastion's duel against Chazz earlier in the year when Chazz was an arrogant Obelisk Blue student. Fortunately for Bastion, his father made the same moves, and in turn, mistakes as Chazz did back then.

Chazz smirked. If Bastion played his cards right, he would have this in the bag.

Bastion, however, chose to summon his Water Dragon a few moves earlier, commanding an attack against his father's Chithonian Soldier. However, his father played the trap card draining shield, boosting his life points to 3800.

Bastion muttered but set two cards faced down and ended his turn.

that's when Daiki smirked. "I've been waiting for you to play that stupid dragon! I play Eria the Water Charmer in attack mode!"

"Oh no!" Bastion gasped. He wasn't prepared for that.

"What's going on!?" Syrus squeaked.

"As long as Eria is face-up on the field, Bastion is in big trouble… because now Water Dragon is under his control!!" Alexis explained

"oh no!!"

"Now, Water Dragon! attack!!"

"Not so fast!! I activate the quick play spell super rush headlong to eliminate water dragon!"

"What?!"

Water Dragon was destroyed, and Bastion was spared… but two more monsters remained, and he only had 1000 life points.

"Now I attack with Chithonian solder!"

"I activate my trap card! Magic Cylinder!"

"you…"

Daiki's life points went down to 1800.

"Well, you're out of spell and trap cards now… I attack with Eria!!"

Bastion cried out. He was down to 500 life points with no monsters and no spell cards on the field…

"Don't give up, Bastion!!" Jaden pleaded

"Slacker's right! it ain't over till the last card is played!!" Chazz jumped in.

Bastion knew they were right, but… what hope did he have? his ace monster was destroyed… there was no hope in his deck now, was there?

"I'm sorry, Mother… I wasn't good enough…."

He suddenly heard the sound of someone munching.

"You're not seriously crying over a spilt dragon puddle, are you?"

Bastion blinked and turned to see a small girl munching on a bag of prawn chips. Wait, this wasn't any small girl…

"White Magician Pikeru?"

"You know Water Dragon isn't the only ace monster in your deck, right, loser?" Pikeru scoffed, not at all as cute as her character design. No, this one looked more like a bratty kid. "Or did Mr Prepared for everything forget how prepared he really was!"

"What?… no, your right… there's one more card…."

"Well, go on then, moron!! draw it so we can get this monster out of your life forever!!"

"Right… Chazz and Jaden are right… it's not over until the last card is played!!" Bastion concentrated and drew his last card, just what he needed.

"I activate the magic card, Raging Plasma!!"

"Raging Plasma?!"

"I've never seen Bastion play that card before!" Alexis gasped.

"By sacrificing my last two Oxygeddons and my Caboneddon, I can summon my second Ace Monster!"

"You have a second ace monster?!"

"That's right, Water Dragon has a sister, don't you know? and she's far less merciful than her brother."

A spark of flame appeared before it raged with great intensity.

"Say hello to Fire Dragon!!"

"Whoah… that heat is intense…." Chumley mumbled.

"Fire Dragon… cool!!" Jaden gasped in awe.

"Fire Dragon! Attack Eria!!"

Daiki fell back, and his life points went down to 0.

Bastion sighed, relieved. It was over. He won.

Jaden and Chazz let out a whoop of delight, ecstatic their friend would be able to keep his mother's piano.

Daiki cursed and got up. "You may keep it now, murderer, but it won't be yours forever… you won't be able to protect it once you graduate."

"That's where you're wrong!"

Chazz stood up, holding a chequebook. "I'll be purchasing the piano. Is this a sufficient amount, Chancellor?"

Chancellor Shepherd looked at the cheque carefully. It wasn't much higher than Mr Misawa's offer. Still, at this point, the chancellor wanted him off the island. "hmmm, yes, Chazz, I'd say it is!"

"Well, there you have it! the piano stays here and when Bastion graduates, it's going with him, so suck it!"

Daiki growled but left after that.

Bastion ran up to Chazz and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Chazz… thank you…."

Chazz blushed, but instead of repelling, he hugged back. "Don't mention it… I know you'd do the same for me…."

"Bastion, that was awesome!!" Jaden shouted, joining in the group hug. "that was your best duel!"

"What are you talking about? He would've lost if I didn't tell him about Fire Dragon!"

"Huh?"

Chazz held back a groan. "Oh no! You got a duel spirit too?"

"You can see her?" Bastion asked, bewildered.

"Sure can!" Jaden chuckled. "Welcome to the club, Bastion!"

"I'm happy the be included!" Bastion smiled.

"Welcome to the family, Pikeru!" Ojama Yellow squawked.

"Yeah, whatever, weirdo!"

"Oh no, she speaks Chazz!" Jaden laughed.

Bastion smiled. He felt glad he had such a wonderful group of friends and was relieved his mother's piano would stay with him.

Unbeknownst to the trio, As Bastion played Clair de Lune to celebrate his victory, a fifth spirit watched over them.

She wasn't a duel spirit like Winged Kuriboh, Pikeru or the Ojamas, but a spirit nonetheless. As the trio enjoyed the music, she smiled.

"Bastion… I'm so proud of you… My precious son…."

#gxmonth #gxmonth2021 #bastion misawa #chazz princeton #daichi misawa #jun manjoume #tw hair pulling #tw verbal assault #tw verbal abuse

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