#<- prev oh my god 🤣🤣🤣

[ackie-slays]

OH MY GOD IM SO GLAD I FOUND THIS AGAIN I LOVE THIS SO MUCH LOL

they simply go “you’re my boyfriend!” “what? oh, ok :)”

[love-belle]

i bet you think about me !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is just them shading each other on instagram and co parenting their cat.

or

for when you know they're thinking about you. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!reader

sequel - i'll be loving you for quite some time ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language. both the reader and lando are petty bitches having a petty virtual stand-off.

author's note - hello!!!!! so sorry for the wait, i've been busy with stuff :/// i really hope u like this <3 thank u so much for reading!!! i love u <3

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landonorris happier than ever.

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username oh.

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danielricciardo unnecessary caption but alright.

-> landonorris i did not lie though???

username WHY IS THIS HAPPENING

username i haven't recovered from their breakup and now ur telling me that they ended on bad terms??????

-> username no they're fine!!!!!!! this is just lando being silly!!!!!!!!!!!!!

username no bc why THE FUCK is lando out here looking all fine while my girl y/n was seen crying in front of her mom yesterday

-> username weren't there rumours that they broke up bc y/n was committed to this relationship more than lando was????

-> username oh what the fuck

username "happier than ever" like we didn't see u and y/n all those years with eachother

maxverstappen1 👍

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username nah bc if i was y/n i would be so hurt by this what the fuck.

-> username imagine going through a breakup after being together for more than 2 years and they post THIS after a WEEK like

lilymhe fake ass bitch

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username god i love lily defending her wifey

username LANDO HOW AM U SUPPOSED TO DEFEND U LIKE THIS

username no bc my heart's aching for y/n she doesn't deserve this

charles_leclerc need to talk to you real quick.

-> carlossainz55 just a friendly chat!

-> username oh they're maaaaaaad

username im a child of divorce what the fuck

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yourusername i’ll think of something else your initial can stand for

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yourusername blocking him isn't enough when i want to throw tomatoes at his head like he's a medieval criminal

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username PLEASE

username SOMEONE TELL ME THEY SAW Y/N'S LAST POST

-> username NO BC WHEN U TELL U MY HEART BROKE

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username bet lando feels like an asshole after seeing that post 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

-> username imagine fumbling so hard 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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-> yourusername alright slow down

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username y/n liking all the comments roasting lando but blocking all the ones who are hating on him is actually so personal to me

-> username like girl hates him but only she's allowed to do it

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charles_leclerc i can arrange the tomatoes

-> carlossainz55 i can lock him in a room for you to throw tomatoes at him

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username THE LYRICS TOOK ME OUT OMG

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maxverstappen1 sending this to him

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username i KNOW he looked at this post and cried

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username i will get over a lot of things but i will never get over y/n and lando breaking up

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landonorris pov: you're better now 🤍

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username pov ur a liar.

username lando it's okay honey u don't have to lie

username he said this yk like a liar

maxverstappen1 not me watching you wipe your tears right now

-> landonorris LEAVE ME ALONE

username the way i've been crying since i found out and it's not even my relationship like DAMN.

username lando how does it feel to fumble a bad bitch like y/n 🎤🎤🎤

username no bc i KNOW the drivers reallllllllly gave it to lando after they found out about the breakup

username IS THAT Y/N'S CAT

-> username they're co parenting caz 💀💀💀

-> username it's weekend with dad ig 😭😭😭

danielricciardo pov: you're a liar ❤️

-> landonorris choke ❤️

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-> username as they should

username the way i fell to the floor when the articles first came out abt their breakup

username so y/n WAS committed to this relationship more than he was

username me having a nice day and suddenly remembering the fact that lando once said that y/n was everything he had spent his life looking for and everything he thought he'd never find

-> username I WAS HAVING A NICE WHY DO U DO THIS TO ME

username "pov: you found your soulmate" hahahahahaha!!!! im fine!!!! totally not going crazy over this!!!!!

-> username do u get deja vu

carlossainz55 lies.

-> landonorris blocked.

username need them back together again for mental stability i fear

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-> username the articles being all "they had different priorities" NO MF THEY KEPT SAYING HOW THEY COULDN'T WAIT FOR THEIR FUTURE TOGETHER

-> username to the person who wrote those articles, drop the addy i just wanna talk :)

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yourusername when u know he's gonna think u every time he hears a taylor swift song and it'll make him want to CRY

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username the ultimate revenge

username the way i lit up whenever i see one of them posted but it's literally just them shading eachother like I CANNOT.

username LMFAOOOOO

carmenmmundt he'll listen to lover and it'll make him want to cry

-> georgerussell63 playing that the next time he walks in a room

-> yourusername thank u for ur service carmen's bf

username the way this whole thing is like a tennis match 💀💀💀

username ngl this is so entertaining

username couple weeks since they broke up and this is how their post breakup era is going

-> username when they're still so 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

username they're just being silly!!!!!!!! just a prank y'all!!!!!!!! silly y/n and lando!!!!!!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

danielricciardo can confirm that exile was playing when i walked into his driver's room

-> yourusername HELP OMG

-> username not exile LMFAOO

username why are u so pretty

username post break up glow be hitting different ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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username women become 1000000x more beautiful everytime a m*n disappoints them

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lilymhe asking alex to make all the playlists just taylor swift babe we're destroying his peace

-> yourusername OKAY SLOW DOWN FOR A MIN

username y/n telling her fans to be kind and lando straight up to ignoring everything does tell u a lot abt them tbh but some people are not ready for that conversation yet

-> username the way y/n and him were FINE after their breakup until he posted with that caption likeeeee

-> username nah bc what if.............HE WAS THE PROBLEM

-> username men need to go back to war

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-> yourusername missing my buddy so much 🤍🤍🤍 see you both next week!!!!!!!

username the entire grid adores her i can TELL

username this is what he deserves

username no bc i know im supposed to sad that they broke up but them posting abt each other indirectly while having the other person blocked is so hilarious

username my y/nlando heart 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username the grid still being close to y/n is so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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landonorris how i feel every time i hear a taylor swift song and my mind goes straight to her

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username NOT HIM USING HIMSELF AS MEMES

username so who's gonna tell him.

username people who follow both of them 💀💀💀💀💀

username lando...babe...

username no bc they DO shade eachother and roast eachother since they broke up but the fact that y/n tells all the ppl hating on lando to "shut the fuck up and get a fucking life" and lando straight up blocks them is so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username IT'S WHAT SHE WANTS

danielricciardo chuckles knowingly

-> landonorris WHAT DO YOU KNOW

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username smirks

username good.

username yes cry abt it x

username the way "the 1" is literally them LIKE

-> username "it would've been fun if you could've been the one" 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

-> username CAN U HEAR ME CRYING

charles_leclerc this is interesting

-> landonorris ?

username lando being confused is sending me 😭😭😭😭😭😭

username y/n fr manifested this 💀💀💀

username IM GIGGLING THIS IS HILARIOUS

username someone send this to y/n

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maxverstappen1 we get what you mean but please stop playing the 1

-> landonorris none can do sorry

username NOT LANDO PLAYING THE 1

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username y/n is chuckling rn i can feel it

lilymhe this is interesting!

-> landonorris WHAT IS

username OH MY GOD

username them shading eachother while having the other person blocked is top tier comedy i cant

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username PLEASE OMG

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yourusername i bet you think about me

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username MOTHER

username ATE

username HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD

username step on me please.

username i KNOW he looked at this post and cried

lewishamilton as pierre taught me, slayed the house down with boots or whatever

-> yourusername LEWIS OH MY GOD

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username SHE'S SO SVANAKDJDMKSJSJ

username iconic.

username taylor swift always right !!!!!!!!!!

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-> yourusername yeah you you

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-> username that's so real actually

username THIS IS PERFECT

username someone thank daniel for showing lando's post to y/n so that we could get THIS

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username WOMEN

lilymhe marry me rn idc i loveeee u ur so pretty ahahahaha pls.

-> yourusername babeeeeee i love u sm we're absolutely getting married idc abt ur bf we're eloping

-> alex_albon it's not even noon yet give me a break

username carmen, lily, kika and y/n ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username YEAH I BET U THINK ABOUT ME

username he DOES think about u

username no bc if i was lando i would be in my knees screaming crying throwing up for her to take me back

-> username real like how will u explain to people that u ended up fumbling a bad bitch

francisca.cgomes GORGEOUS

-> yourusername I LOVE YOU

username "i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of u"

-> username DIDN'T SHE POST THAT WHEN SHE ANNOUNCED THEIR RELATIONSHIP

-> username lord i am not strong enough for this.

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-> username i miss lando panicking in the comments section everytime y/n posted like homeboy was down BAD

-> username frrrr like he was down SO bad it was almost embarassing

username I JUST GASPED OUT LOUD HOLY FUCK

charles_leclerc can confirm

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username both of their pr personnel are having a field day with this

-> username i would not want to be either of them today 💀💀💀

username exes beefing is so entertaining i swear im here for this petty bitch fight

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie 💖

a little more from alive shannon! I think I finished chapter 3 and I hate most of the last 500 words but that's for future/editing me to fix, so good luck to her, I'm moving on 🤣

prev snippet

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He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he hears his phone ring. It sounds too loud in the quiet of the waiting room, everyone’s eyes turn to him. He quickly fishes his phone out of his pocket and sees Shannon’s name on the screen. He picks up, gets up and goes a little further away for some semblance of privacy.

“Hi, listen, now’s not really-” he starts, whispering, but is interrupted.

“Eddie, oh my god, are you okay?”

“I-” he sighs, leaning against the wall. He’s not. He won’t be until he gets his best friend back. That’s not what she’s asking, though. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“How’s Buck? Is he gonna be- I’m so sorry.” she says, pity in her voice. “I just saw the news, god, that was…” she trails off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. Yeah, Eddie gets that. He doesn’t know what that was, either.

“He’s in surgery now.” Eddie says, throat tight. “He should be okay. Though I don’t know about his leg.” 

“If you need anything-” she starts, and he thinks about Chris, currently staying with Carla – Eddie’s supposed to be home already. “You know I’m here.”

“I know. Uh, actually, Shan, could you maybe- could you stay with Chris tonight? I don’t want to have to ask Carla to stay too long, and I wanna stick around here. Wait for news.” he says tiredly. He knows there’s no point in being here. Buck’s in surgery, and after they’ll probably won’t be able to see him anyway, he’ll still be under anesthesia, and maybe they’ll let Maddie in. He could ask her to call him with news. Still, he wants to be here. He can’t leave, he just- he can’t. He knows everyone will leave soon, they’re all tired after the day they’ve had, and there’s no use to sit around at the hospital and wait. But he can’t leave.

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[theosmommy1966]

Unfair Love 2

hey! its been a while since i wrote, I had a really hard time jumping back in but I'm in a mood! So we are restarting just as you are pulling out of your memories, right before Theo shows up! I have the last part already written, just need to edit it! Ive been taking on line writing classes, so hopefully I can get back into writing for HP fandom again. still not super sure of the use of this thing '-' instead of so many comments but I think I used it right? google docs didn't correct me so? 🤣

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MASTERLIST

Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him, trembling. “He hasn’t spoken to me in years, Tommy,” you sobbed, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. “And then he just shows up here—the night before I’m supposed to get married!”

Tom said nothing, but his jaw tightened, the fury he felt for Regulus simmering just beneath the surface.

You sucked in a harsh breath, and suddenly your tears turned into panic. “Oh my god.” You pulled back slightly, wide-eyed, your hands gripping Tom’s arms. “Teddy. What’s he going to think?”

Tom frowned, his expression softening. “Y/N—”

“No!” you cut him off, pulling completely out of your mind and away from his hold. In the real world, your movements were frantic as you scrambled to your feet. “What’s he going to think when he finds out I was crying over another man? When I should be relaxing and getting ready to marry him!”

Tom rose slowly, watching you with a careful eye as you began pacing back and forth, your hands tangling in your hair.

“This is a disaster,” you muttered, your voice thick with panic. “I’m a disaster.”

“You’re not a disaster,” Tom said firmly, but his words didn’t seem to reach you.

“I don’t deserve him,” you continued, almost to yourself now. “He’s been so good to me perfect, even—and I’m crying over Regulus Black, of all people. What kind of person does that make me?”

Tom stepped in front of you, stopping your frantic pacing with a gentle but firm grip on your shoulders. His dark eyes met yours, and for a moment, the storm inside you paused. “You’re stronger than this” was all he said softly. You stared at him, your chest heaving as you tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you. Tom’s words felt like a lifeline, but they didn’t erase the fear gnawing at you.

“What if I ruin everything?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“You won’t.” His tone was resolute, grounding even if there was a look of disgust on his face. “Because for Theodore loves you. And because for whatever reason you love him.” Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they were different—less frantic, more cathartic. Tom pulled you into another hug, his presence steady and unshakable. “You’re going to get through this,” he murmured.

 “And Regulus? He doesn’t get to take this moment away from you.” Tom sighed, his patience running thin as he stood, ready to stop you before you spiraled further. But before he could, the door flew open with a bang, slamming against the wall. Mattheo rushed in, his eyes frantic, scanning the room for you.

“Y/N—” Mattheo started, his voice full of urgency. But before he could reach you, he was shoved aside by another figure.

Your tall, sandy-blond fiancé moved into the room like a storm. “Tesoro,” Theo whispered, his voice low and aching with concern. In an instant, he was at your side, pulling you into his arms. The moment you felt his embrace, your knees buckled again, your body giving out under the weight of everything you’d been holding in.

But Theo held you. He always held you. His strong arms supported your weight effortlessly, his hand cupping the back of your head and neck with a tenderness that made your heart crack all over again. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured against your hair, his lips brushing your temple as he tried to calm you. “I’ve got you, amore. Just breathe.” Your shoulders racked with sobs, the sound breaking Theo’s heart into pieces. His free hand rubbed slow circles on your back, but the anguish on his face was impossible to hide.

 He looked over your head at Tom and Mattheo, searching for answers, for context—for something. Tom stood stiffly, his dark eyes locked on the door like he was daring Regulus to walk back in. His jaw clenched, his fury barely contained, though he kept himself rooted in place for your sake.

Mattheo, on the other hand, was pacing near the stairs, his hands tugging at his hair in frustration. When Theo’s questioning gaze landed on him, Mattheo froze, torn between loyalty and the need to help his friend. He shifted uncomfortably, his jaw working as he struggled with what to say. Theo’s eyes narrowed slightly, silently urging him to explain, but Mattheo remained silent. He didn’t want to betray you—not when he knew how much trust you placed in him.

But he didn’t have to. You could feel Mattheo’s inner turmoil as clearly as your own, the bond between the three of you humming with shared tension. Gently pulling away from Theo’s chest, you wiped at your tear-streaked face, your voice trembling as you looked up at him. “Regulus was here.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Theo froze, his head snapping back to you. His face was carefully blank, but you knew him too well to miss the storm of emotions flickering behind his eyes. He tried to rein them in—tried to shield you from the surge of worry, frustration, and protectiveness that threatened to spill over. But his silence said it all.

His first instinct was worry. Had Regulus tried to hurt you again, emotionally or otherwise? Theo had worked so hard to show you what it meant to be loved, truly loved. So many patient dates, gentle gestures, and moments where he let you set the pace, even when his heart ached to pull you closer. He’d spent years proving that love wasn’t supposed to hurt, that you were worthy of care and respect.

But now, the man who had caused you so much pain had the audacity to show up on the eve of your wedding, threatening to unravel everything. Theo exhaled slowly, forcing himself to focus on you instead of the anger boiling in his chest. He tilted your chin up gently, his thumb brushing away the tears streaking your cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice steady despite the turmoil beneath.

You nodded weakly, but your eyes brimmed with fresh tears. “I—he just—” You struggled to find the words, your voice breaking. “He just showed up. After all these years, Theo. Like nothing ever happened.” Theo’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt, letting you speak. “I don’t know what he thought he wanted,” you continued, your voice trembling. “But it—it brought everything back. All the times he—” You choked on the words, unable to finish the sentence.

Theo’s grip on you tightened slightly, his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer again. “You don’t have to explain,” he said quietly. “I don’t care what he wanted. He doesn’t matter, tesoro. Not anymore.” His words should have comforted you, but instead, they brought a fresh wave of guilt. You pulled back again, shaking your head as panic bubbled up in your chest. “But what if—what if this ruins everything?” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “What if I ruin everything? You’ve been so good to me, Theo. And I’m standing here crying over him. What does that make me?”

“It makes you human,” Theo said immediately, his voice firm but gentle. “You’ve been hurt, amore. Deeply. That kind of pain doesn’t just disappear overnight. It doesn’t mean you love me any less. It doesn’t mean you’ve done anything wrong.”

His words broke through your panic, and you stared up at him, your bottom lip trembling.

“You’ve grown up carrying so much more than you should’ve had to,” Theo continued, his hand still resting on your cheek. “But you’re not alone anymore. I’m here. And we’re going to walk into that chapel tomorrow, and you’re going to marry me. Because I love you, and there’s nothing—nothing—Regulus or anyone else can do to change that.”

The weight of his words settled over you, grounding you in a way nothing else had. For the first time since the door had opened, you felt a small flicker of hope—a reminder that Regulus’s shadow didn’t define you anymore.

Tom and Mattheo remained silent, watching from the edges of the room. Tom’s expression was unreadable, while Mattheo’s eyes softened as he saw the way Theo held you, his protective instincts easing now that you were safe in the right arms. You swallowed hard and nodded, leaning into Theo’s touch. “I love you too,” you whispered, the words cracking slightly, but no less true.

Theo smiled softly, his forehead resting against yours. “That’s all I need to hear, amore.”

Realizing you were still caught in the throes of a panic attack, Theo quickly turned to your brothers. “Tom, Mattheo—can one of you grab her some water and a snack?” His tone was calm but laced with quiet urgency, and they both sprang into action without hesitation.

As soon as they left the room, Theo scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you close to his chest. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable, tesoro.” His voice was soft, soothing, the sound grounding you even as your body remained shaky.

In your room, Theo moved with practiced care, helping you into your pajamas and ensuring you felt safe and settled. By the time the two of you were lying side by side on the bed, the tension had begun to ease. Your breathing had steadied, and Theo was doing what he did best—making you smile.

“You know,” he said, grinning as he turned onto his side to face you, “Muggle superstitions say seeing each other the night before the wedding is bad luck.”

You sniffled, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips. “Good thing we don’t believe in bad luck.”

��Exactly,” he agreed, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Because there’s nothing unlucky about this.”

For a few minutes, the two of you traded lighthearted quips about Muggle traditions, and Theo cherished the way the sound of your laughter returned little by little. This closeness, this unshakable bond, was what he treasured most in the world.

Finally, as silence settled over the room, Theo tilted his head to look at you, his expression soft and full of love. “Do you remember what tesoro means?” he asked gently.

You sniffled again and nodded, but Theo raised his eyebrows, waiting patiently for you to say it aloud. “It means treasure,” you murmured, your voice quiet but steady. He nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. “That’s right.” His hand found yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing rhythm. “So…my tesoro couldn’t possibly be horrible. Not ever.”

Your eyes filled with fresh tears—not of sorrow this time, but of gratitude and love. Theo took a deep breath, choosing his next words carefully.

“I get it, darling. He was your first love. There’s a lot of trauma wrapped up in that, and it’s not something you can just let go of overnight. But I know you’re not crying because you miss him. You’re crying for her—for 17-year-old you, for 15-year-old you, and all the versions of you he hurt. And that’s okay, amore. Because that’s how we heal.”

Your heart clenched at the tenderness in his voice, and when you looked up at him, it was with awe. How had you gotten so lucky to find someone like him?

Theo’s expression softened even further as he cupped your cheek. “I know it’s difficult for you, my love. This—open communication, understanding—it’s not something that comes naturally to you. And that’s okay. Just give me a little grace while I keep learning how to navigate you. I promise, one day, I’ll be an expert.” He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. He stayed there for a moment, letting the closeness give you both a second to steady yourselves.

When he finally pulled back, the smile he loved so much was back on your face. He sighed happily, relief washing over him as he leaned in to kiss your nose, earning a small laugh from you. “There you are,” he said softly, his green eyes lighting up at the sound.

For Theo, everything felt right in his world again. You were here, safe, and the love of his life was smiling. That was all he needed.

Almost.

As you nestled against him, slowly drifting toward sleep, Theo remained awake, his mind spinning. He understood where you were coming from—completely. Regulus had been a significant part of your past, and the pain he caused was something you needed to process. Theo could respect that. He would always respect you.

But Regulus?

No.

Theo’s jaw tightened, a rare sharpness flashing across his normally gentle features. While he tended to lean toward his mother’s Hufflepuff nature, there was a reason the Sorting Hat had placed him in Slytherin. There was a reason Tom and Mattheo trusted him to care for you, and why he’d earned the respect of even the darkest circles.

He knew how to remind people of their place.

And tonight, it was Regulus Black’s turn to learn.

The soft sound of your breathing was the only thing grounding Theo as he carefully slipped out of the bed. He moved slowly, mindful of every creak in the floorboards, every shift of the blankets. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, his tesoro, peacefully asleep at last.

But peace was the last thing on Theo’s mind.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, he descended the stairs with practiced ease, his thoughts churning like a storm. By the time he reached the drawing room, his emotions were barely contained—he wasn’t sure if he was seething or simmering, only that the heat in his chest demanded an outlet.

Inside, the fire cast a warm glow across the space. Mattheo sat slouched in an armchair, a sketchpad balanced on his knee as he worked on something intricate and dark. Tom, on the other hand, was pacing. Back and forth, like a caged predator. The sharp click of his polished shoes against the floor echoed in the quiet room, cutting through the heavy silence.

The moment Theo stepped in, both brothers looked up.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, his quill pausing mid-stroke. “Figured you’d be asleep by now,” he muttered, though there was no real surprise in his voice. Theo didn’t respond right away. Instead, he moved to the mantle, bracing his hands on the edge as he stared into the flames. He could feel their gazes burning into his back, but he didn’t turn.

“Where’s the bastard now?” Theo finally asked, his voice low but tight with restrained anger.

Tom stopped pacing, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Gone. I made sure of it,” he replied, his tone cold and clipped. “But if you’re asking if he’ll stay gone-”

“He won’t,” Theo finished for him, his knuckles tightening on the mantle.

Mattheo sighed and tossed his sketchpad onto the table, leaning back in his chair. “Alright, Theo. Let’s hear it. What’s the plan? Because you’ve clearly got murder on your mind, and as much as I hate Regulus, I’d really rather avoid Azkaban this week.”

“Not murder,” Theo snapped, turning to face them. “But he doesn’t get to walk away from this unscathed.” Mattheo groaned, running a hand through his curls. “Look, I get it, alright? He’s a manipulative, self-absorbed prick, and I’d love nothing more than to see him humbled. But…” He hesitated, his dark eyes flickering toward the stairs. “She’s finally calm. She doesn’t need us dragging this out and making it worse.”

Theo’s jaw clenched, his fists curling at his sides. “He showed up here, Mattheo. Here. The night before our wedding. He’s been tormenting her for years, and now he thinks he can waltz back into her life like he owns her? Like she’s some…some prize he can just claim when it’s convenient for him?” His voice rose with each word, the fury spilling out despite his efforts to contain it.

Tom, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward. His movements were deliberate, calculated, as he crossed the room to stand beside Theo.

“You’re right,” Tom said simply, his voice low and measured.

Mattheo blinked in surprise. “Tom—”

“No,” Tom cut him off, his sharp gaze locking onto his brother. “Theo’s right. Regulus needs to learn that his actions have consequences. He’s been allowed to play these games for far too long, and I’m not going to stand by and let him hurt her again.”

Mattheo frowned, his fingers twitching with agitation. “I’m not saying I disagree, but—”

“But nothing,” Tom interrupted. “This isn’t about revenge. It’s about protecting her. Making sure he understands that he doesn’t get to show up whenever it suits him and unravel everything she’s worked so hard to rebuild.” Tom stared down his brother, opening his mind to him, showing him some of the less personal memories you had shared with him before.

Theo nodded, his resolve hardening. “Exactly.”

Mattheo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fine. But if this backfires…”

“It won’t,” Theo said firmly.

Tom’s lips curled into a faint, dangerous smirk. “He’ll get the message. Trust me.”

Tom tapped a finger against the table he stood next to, his sharp mind already calculating. “If we’re going to send a message, it needs to be subtle. Effective but quiet. Something that will make Regulus understand his place without giving him the satisfaction of dragging Theo—or Y/n—into any mess.”

Mattheo leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed as he considered. “Subtle isn’t exactly my style, but I’ll bite. What are you thinking?” Tom crossed the room to the small cabinet near the corner, retrieving a decanter of firewhisky. He poured himself a glass, the faint clink of crystal the only sound as the fire crackled behind him. He took a measured sip before turning back to them.

“We remind him why no one crosses this family. No threats, no theatrics. Just a clear understanding that he’s not welcome here, or in her life, ever again.”

Mattheo arched a brow. “And how exactly do we do that without, you know, getting caught?”

Tom’s smirk was razor-sharp. “By playing to his ego.”

Mattheo tilted his head, intrigued but wary. “Go on.”

Tom set his glass down with a quiet precision that mirrored the calm before a storm. “Regulus thrives on control. He likes to believe he’s untouchable, that he holds all the power in any situation. So, we take that from him. Subtly. Publicly.”

Mattheo sat up straighter, his curiosity fully piqued. “Publicly? At the wedding?”

Tom nodded. “He’s arrogant enough to show his face tomorrow. He’ll keep his distance, but he won’t be able to resist lingering on the edges, watching her, trying to remind her he’s still there.”

Mattheo’s jaw tightened. “Bastard.” Theo stood quietly by the bar, nursing his drink as the Riddle brothers go back and forth.  “Exactly,” Tom said. “Which is why we make sure he knows he’s unwelcome before he even gets the chance to interfere.”

“How?” Mattheo pressed, his fingers tapping restlessly against his knee. 

Tom’s eyes glinted with a dangerous kind of amusement. “We leave him a message tonight. Something personal, something he can’t ignore. And we make sure it’s delivered in a way that rattles him.”

Mattheo grinned, his usual mischief returning. Mattheo, ever the chaotic force of nature, gestured animatedly as he outlined ideas that ranged from mildly mischievous to outright illegal. Tom, on the other hand, was unnervingly calm, his sharp mind dissecting each plan with clinical precision, tweaking the details until every step was flawless. Their dynamic was fascinating—a perfect blend of chaos and control, a storm and its anchor.

Tom began pacing again, the firelight casting sharp shadows across his face. “Regulus values appearances. His pristine image, his reputation—it’s everything to him. So we send him a reminder that his actions have consequences, and we use something he holds dear to deliver it.”

Mattheo leaned forward, his grin widening. “Like what? His reputation? His family name?”

Tom shook his head. “No. Something closer. More personal.” He paused, a calculating glint in his eye. “His prized wand.”

 Theo couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude, despite the dark undertones of their plotting. He had been on the outside looking in for so many years, watching the infamous Riddle brothers command respect and fear in equal measure. 

Mattheo whistled low, impressed. “You want to go after his wand? That’s bold, even for you.” 

They were a force to be reckoned with, and most people either wanted to stay out of their way or curry their favor. But here he was, standing alongside them—not as an outsider, not as an enemy, but as family. They trusted him, respected him, and more importantly, they had welcomed him into the sacred circle that revolved around you.

Tom smirked. “Not the wand itself. Just…alter it. Temporarily. A subtle charm, something that makes it falter at the worst possible moment. Imagine him trying to cast a simple spell tomorrow and failing spectacularly in front of everyone.”

Mattheo chuckled darkly. “Humiliating. I like it. But what if he doesn’t use his wand at all tomorrow?”

He glanced at Mattheo, who was grinning wickedly as he mimed throwing Regulus into the Black Lake, and then at Tom, who shook his head with a smirk, clearly entertained but unimpressed by the dramatics. Theo knew that being on their side wasn’t just luck—it was a privilege. To earn their loyalty, their protection, and their trust meant everything. And now, standing there as they schemed to defend you, Theo felt a deep sense of belonging and pride.

Tom shrugged, his expression calm. “Then the charm wears off after twenty-four hours, and he’s none the wiser. No harm, no foul. But if he does use it? He’ll understand the message loud and clear.”

Mattheo frowned, his excitement tempered by a hint of caution. “And what if he traces it back to us?”

Because no matter what, he was part of this family now. And for you, for the life you deserved, he would stand shoulder to shoulder with the Riddle brothers against anyone who dared to threaten your happiness.

Tom’s smirk widened as he looked over to Theodore. “He won’t. The charm will be subtle, almost undetectable. By the time he realizes something’s wrong, it’ll already be over.”

Mattheo considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. I’m in. But how do we get to his wand?”

Tom’s expression darkened with determination. “He’s staying in a nearby inn, isn’t he? We pay him a visit. Quietly.”

Mattheo stood, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a fight. “This should be fun. Let’s get to it.”

Tom held up a hand, stopping him. “Not yet. We wait until the early hours, when the inn is quiet, and he’s likely asleep. We’ll leave the wand where we found it, untouched aside from the charm. No confrontation, no evidence.”

Mattheo nodded, his grin returning. “Subtle and ruthless. Just my kind of plan.”

Tom scoffed before turning to Theo, who had remained silent throughout their exchange. “You’re staying out of this.”Theo didn’t argue. He knew better than to risk getting involved so close to the wedding. But as he met Tom’s steely gaze, his voice was firm. “Just make sure the message is clear.”

Tom’s smirk returned, colder this time. “Oh, it will be.”

As the front door closed softly behind Tom and Mattheo, Theo paused at the base of the stairs. The fire still crackled in the hearth, the house quiet now except for the faint creaks of settling wood. His heart felt heavy, but his resolve was unshaken.

He glanced toward the stairs leading to your room, his jaw tightening briefly before he began climbing. The weight of the night—the anger, the pain, the chaos—still lingered in his mind, but knowing you were peaceful and unaware of everything happening around you, grounded him. He had made you a promise, and while Tom and Mattheo dealt with Regulus, Theo knew where his place was—by your side.

When he opened the door, the soft moonlight spilling through the curtains painted you in silver. You were curled on your side, your features relaxed for the first time that night. Theo’s heart ached at the sight. Even in sleep, he could see the faint remnants of the pain that had lingered on your face earlier.

Sliding back into bed, Theo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you gently against his chest. You stirred slightly, instinctively curling closer to him, your face nuzzling into his shirt. His lips quirked into a soft smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

As he watched you sleep, memories began to surface—memories he wished he could forget for your sake.

He thought of the stories your brothers had told him, the ones you had only ever hinted at but never fully spoken aloud. The house you grew up in wasn’t a home; it was a battlefield. Your father, a man consumed by his own darkness, had been more monster than parent. He had wanted power above all else, and you, Mattheo, and Tom had been pawns in his warped vision of the world.

Theo had seen the scars, the ones you didn’t think anyone noticed. Not the physical ones, though he knew those were there too, hidden beneath layers of silk and lace. It was the way you flinched at sudden movements, the way you hesitated to trust even those who had proven themselves loyal. The way you carried yourself like a fortress, walls raised high, but with cracks in the foundation that only those closest to you could see.

He stroked your hair gently, his fingers threading through the soft strands as his mind wandered further.

At school, you had been a picture of perfection on the surface. The rich girl with the impeccable uniform, the perfect grades, the sharp wit that kept others at a distance. But Theo had seen through it. He’d seen the way you stayed behind after class, lingering in empty corridors just to avoid going back to the dormitory. He’d seen the way you clung to Tom and Mattheo, how they became your shield and sword against a world that seemed to be more scared of you than you were of it. 

He thought back to the nights you would crawl into bed with your brothers, your body shaking with fear from nightmares you could never outrun. The trauma, the terror, all those long, sleepless nights when they held you close because they were the only ones who understood, the only ones who could give you any sense of peace.

But now, Theo was the one holding you. Now, it was him who would be there when the darkness crept in, when the memories of your past threatened to consume you. His hand softly brushed the hair from your forehead, and his fingertips traced the delicate lines of your face—your nose, your cheekbones, the curve of your lips. He made promises to himself then, silent vows that filled him with determination.

He promised he would never leave you to face your demons alone. He promised that he would be there to help you heal, piece by piece, until you could finally see yourself the way he saw you—strong, beautiful, deserving of every ounce of love and happiness that the world had to offer.

And most of all, he promised that you would never be alone again.

“You’re my world, Tesoro,” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. “I’ll spend every day making sure you know how much you mean to me. We’ll get through this, together. I promise.”

As he lay there, feeling the steady rhythm of your breath against his chest, Theo’s heart swelled with a quiet sort of peace. For all the struggles you had faced in your life, all the pain and loss, he would be there to help you find your way back to the light.

And no matter what, no one—least of all someone like Regulus—would ever take you from him.

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[carlos-in-glasses]

“Time to get up,” she’ll hear him say, “We’ve got somewhere to be.”

on this week's episode of "rhythms quotes that destroy me," this is taking first place. there's something about the way you write about grief, and time, and memories—like everything has already happened. i adore it.

this whole chapter might be my favourite so far. i absolutely devoured it. carlos came second place! he invited scott and steven and the 126 to the reading! he came out as shadow poet!!!! i'm kvelling. i can 1000% understand his outburst towards andrea, and her feelings about it. grief is a beast, and i love the way you write it, in all its nuances and messiness. it's something beautiful.

on another note—i was scrolling through the injured tk tag to procrastinate studying, and came across a ridiculously entertaining fic about hands. you can imagine my shock when, one whole chapter in, i realised who the author was! we're truly eating up the cig fic content today.

episode tomorrow! eek! please, god, whump the hell out of carlos reyes <3

xox angels anonymous

"rhythms quotes that destroy me" awww!! Amazing!! Hello again Angels Anonymous! Lovely to have you back!! And thank you for letting me know that line stood out! Oh my gosh I am sooooo over the moon that chapter 13 is your fave??? The response I've had to it has been so nice! I kind of wasn't expecting it because in some ways it's a 'quieter' chapter and a bit shorter, but I guess there's something about conflict and resolution. Andrea and Carlos both just miss him. They're so hurt and confused and lonely in their grief even though they have each other (and TK is right there with them too). I replied to a comment with something along the lines of: Carlos needed to say what he said, but the timing was bad and the choice of words...not so good! Sometimes we get it wrong even when we *aren't* wrong, you know? But anyway yes - he managed to overcome quite a lot despite all that, and maybe a reunion is afoot! 👀

And oh my goodness thank you visiting Release the Hand to Relax the Animal! It's so much fun to know that you started reading it before you realised it's mine 🤣 I'm very relieved that you were being entertained instead of thinking 'what idiot wrote this trash?' lol

It is now just a matter of hours until episode 9 and I've just watched the promos and want to scream!!! I wonder how whumpy it'll be! However hard the whump goes, I hope you enjoy it and get a lot out of it!

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The Magnus Archives Listen-Through

Episodes 37-40 Season 1 (Finale)

✧Oh my god why is fire a theme WHY??

✧Gertrude? Picture of Gertrude??? I am confusion

✧Oh yeah let’s just look behind this false wall and FALSE WALL? NO DONT OPEN IT!!!

✧Jesus that ‘RUN!’ scared the shit out of me

✧Oh my god AN ACTUAL EPISODE WITH JUST THE CREW?? I am in love!

✧Oh they’re gonna die, well that’s just FINE *sigh*

✧Stop screaming I am literally at work I can’t look freaked out in front of my boss 😩

✧IS MARTIN A GHOST? Ahahahahahhqa

✧Martin being a ghost in the end would be one of the funniest callbacks, I’m going to remember this

✧Why do YOU have a tape deck? Lo-fi poetry readings I am SCREAMING 🤣🤣

✧Oh my god PLEASE GET TIM HIGH AGAIN THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER

✧My god the idea of Martin digging one of these worms out of Jon’s leg with a fucking corkscrew… brb gonna faint

✧Ok Jane Prentice what the fuck is up with you? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO THEM??

✧Uh..what happened to Sasha wha???

✧SO THIS IS ELIAS (he sounds sus as hell)

✧All statements from crew sound alright… wait SERIOUSLY WHAT IS UP WITH SASHA?

✧Martin found Gertrude in the tunnels murdered by a gun FUNNNNN look out Jon ahahahah

✧I’m glad Jon admitted to actually believing all the statements, especially the ones he recorded. I love that he has layers.

✧My money is on Elias being Gertrude’s killer, we shall seeeeeee

So that was season 1! I seriously can’t wait for season 2, this was so friggin fun!

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King-Ohger ep42

on a trip and my stream is jumpy so just jotting down as we go

"Gira, don't think anything now. Stand up and defeat him" He's a leader our king

AHH I forgot to revise with the spinoff!! ah parallel lovers out there beware

Oh Lil Racles…

🤔 that confirmed him coronating at 17. Anything more from Prev!Red (and Blue?)

(why did he suddenly started narration like the slide show before death???

wait it IS time for a recap ep at the end of the year 🤣

But the Kings' Theme will make me cry

He did everything for Gira… 😭😭😭

He only knew AFTER the wedding??

So he DOES know something is off during the movie!!

Suzume Dybowski!!

WAHah suzu racles!!

Leave it to kingoh to do a recap ep and still have us on the edge of our seats

Only 9 eps left can you give is a nijichou ep instead of a recap 😭😭😭😭

Woah I… I feel like I'm watching fanfic on screen…

Oh the 'miss your vital points' is recovered here!

They are even recovering THAT clue?? Scorpi's poison from episode 8? So he got the anesthetic from Kagu/knew it's not the real poison

Oh my god Suzuracles!!

"Second thoughts? If you do this, you will be a traitor to humanity too."

"I just want to take another look if I'm not going to see you for a while."

"Meeting you is the luckiest thing that happened to me."

they are not divorcing after the show

And he took the POISON HIMSELF

So… Gira is immortal? But there's still room for why

takamina wrote his snippet into the show

I like how you can't hear Suzume's fake cry until it cuts to the throne room

ZERO helped!!

wait no i actually want to cry even though I heard "Racles's brother" so many times in the preview

HE COVERED FOR HIM

Oh that flash of the creature it's FAR from over

So my guess is Minnogan is the nest of new generation of Dugs and there's just a bunch of Dug embryos inside him and why Dug lets him off easy

Promise now. You will save the people!

I promise you, as King of Shugoddom, to (inherit your determination.)

😭😭 The confidence, the resolve, the understanding that his brother is on the good side after all!!

Ah you're not gonna call him a ototou back?!!

O NII CHAN

They are the LIFE-SAVING TASKFORCE 😭😫

Gira didn't even expect them to help (Racles)… It's okay baby… you're not alone anymore…

[phoebepheebsphibs]

OKAY WAIT THE HECK A MINUTE

I CANNOT BELIEVE THE HAND TATTLED ON ME?!

“Mikey, my brother whom I love so much, I did not bring you back from the dead for you to kill yourself again. Lay. Down.” Mikey lays back down. 😂🤣😂🤣

"Welp, no insecurity here. Must be something else." I THREW MY HEAD BACK AND GASPED

*weeping over Leo*

*absolutely sobbing over Mikey's reaction to Leo's outburst*

NOT MISA -- *knowing full well they were gonna take Misa*

NNNNNNOOOOO I'M ACTUALLY CRYING AT NFIF RAPH. He said I'm sorry?! He SAID I'M SORRY OH GAWDDD sobbing irl i'm not joking i'm actually crying dear God

BE NOT AFRAID -- as a Bible nerd I really appreciate this.

"He's survived worse." *insert wheezing meme*

IT'S YOUR NEW OVERLORD, AUDREY III! I HAVE THE SNEAKING SUSPICION THAT MUSIC IS ABOUT TO START PLAYING --

WELP there goes the Avengers Endgame plan. They're all dead. Goodbye, everyone, I'll remember you all in therapy!

... my turn. 😈

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“Answer our other questions first! I don’t trust you after everything you’ve done! After everything you’ve caused! You….you helped kill my brother!” Donnie screeches, hand on his tech bō shaking so badly out of anger he worries he might break it.

“I never meant for you to be harmed this way. You won’t believe me when I say it, but none of this was born from malice. I haven’t spoken until now because there was no need to. As for why I’ve been tormenting you….it’s for a reason you are not going to easily accept.”

“Just say it already!” Leon insists.

“I did it because I was asked to.”

Raph nearly hits the hand with his fist, just barely hitting the ground next to it.

“You think we asked for this!?”

“No. You didn’t. Someone else did.“

“Who!? Who would ask for this to happen to us!? To everyone else!?” Donnie asks.

“To put it simply, the people who made you.”

“W-We don’t even know our original parents….” Mikey comments.

“No, not just you. Your entire world. Everyone in this competition is formed from a collection of ideas from an author or authors. These authors gave you the titles you go by. They sent you here to compete. To meet other characters in their own stories. To promote their own stories. That’s how this started. No Fun in Fungus, they simply sent an “ask” of mushrooms, spores. Then your author wanted more, one for each of you.”

“What possible reason could there be for doing this to us!?” Donnie grits his teeth.

“To give more to your story. To bring you all closer together. I too was created in this way, for this purpose. I have merely been a tool to different beings. It may sound ridiculous, maybe even insensitive, tragic, but you should consider what you have gotten. What you’ve learned. When Karai was brought here, you were even told not to think too hard about such a concept.”

Each of the brothers want to make the argument that it’s crazy, but they do in fact remember what the competition mod said to them.

“Even Misa giving you those flowers was an ask sent by an author. These asks…..they were all in good fun. Hurting you was just to make comfort all the better. You were never supposed to die. You were never even supposed to be seriously injured. I just enjoyed seeing all the stories coming from the spores so much. It’s gone too far. It’s why I want to help now, before someone is killed in a way they can’t come back from. No Fun in Fungus was already over, they were supposed to rest. You all still have a lot of story left to tell, it’s not supposed to end here.”

The four of them take in this crazy amount of information they’ve just been told. Can they really trust the hand after all they’ve been through?

“What can you even do to help?” Leon questions angrily.

“The spores are not the only item I possess, as you know. I am intertwined into your and No Fun in Fungus’ storylines. For that reason, I am able to bring out what is called a plot device.” The hand moves to the side, revealing TNT charges connected to an empty base.

“There’s nothing in there.” Donnies says dryly.

“Sometimes plot devices are there to urge the story forward in different ways. In order for this to work, I need mystic energy from each of you. That may be difficult for Michelangelo in his current state, perhaps I could find another one-“

“Mikey, my brother I love so much, I did not bring you back from the dead for you to kill yourself again. Lay. Down.” Leon threatens.

Mikey lays back down.

“It does not have to be him. Because of your being separated at first, you haven’t had the chance to completely understand ninpo. It seems only Mikey truly has.” The hand explains.

“You mean the sacrificial martyrs? Why would we want to know about them? Mikey’s been doing that way too much already!” Leon complains.

“Hamato have sacrificed themselves numerous times, that is true. You’ve seen it be true. Ninpo isn’t inherently about dying for a cause. It’s just how it’s been used a lot, considered the only way. It also has been used to save. Out of love. You’ve seen that too. Ninpo is about the connection to your family. That’s why Donatello was able to use it. That’s why Mikey woke up and used it. When you’re about to lose who you hold dear, your connection strengthens more than ever.”

DvD glances at Mikey. They stare at each other for a second or two. It’s true that they’ve been through an experience nobody else could, or should, truly replicate.

Maybe DvD sort of understands why the NFIF group are the way they are. Obviously he knows how it feels to want to protect his brothers after almost losing them, but what he’s learning is why they’re so willing to throw away their lives even for people who just look vaguely like family.

It’s so much easier to experience pain than to experience someone you love going through pain.

It’s a sentiment he wouldn’t have even considered before everything they’ve been through. Something Draxum never would have let him ponder.

He loves his family.

It’s messed up, they lost years of being able to know each other, there was so much distrust, and things aren’t even close to perfect right now.

But this is his family.

Even April, who has zero blood relation to them but still went through all this just to help.

Misa, who’s yearned for family and takes the role of an elder sibling because she wants to take care of others despite her young age.

Karai, who is related to them but wasn’t originally even supposed to know them if her mission had succeeded.

Something he’d protect with his life.

The hand brings the container closer. DvD looks back at it and hesitantly puts his hand on it. A purple, glowy, shiny substance pours inside. He takes it back after a moment, feeling like he was drained a little bit, but otherwise fine.

Raph and Leo look down at it in surprise before the latter takes on more of a bitter expression.

“I’m the one who took care of Mikey. I protected him. I did my best every single day for years to feed him, clothe him, give him what he needs. I was there for him longer than any of you. Why don’t I have powers like him and Donnie? Are….are they closer….than we are?” Leon frowns deeply.

“No! Leo, I love you just as much! I promise! That’s not how it is-!” Mikey voice cracks from how raw his throat still is.

Raph gently rubs his shell.

“He’s right. Connection to family doesn’t mean how much you love them, but how you think about yourself in relation to them. Insecurity about your place in it.” The hand stares.

Leo feels all eyes on him and starts messing with the material on his pants to avoid addressing what was just said.

“Welp, no insecurity here. Must be something else.”

“The fate of the multiverse might be in danger at this point, you’re going to avoid talking about what we already practically know? Why you left Mikey before-“

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Leo yells, interrupting.

He holds onto Mikey tighter.

Mikey presses his cheek against Leo’s and nuzzles into it as much as possible.

“I….I haven’t….gotten over anything. When I got spored, it reminded me of everything I’m afraid of. I….I…..still can’t accept that any of you love me! I-It’s hard work to even like me, loving me? I-Impossible! Nobody actually does! I-I made Mikey feel like he has to be loyal to me because I took him in. I forced him to never leave me and then I left him! And then he forgave me because he’s so nice and lovable! He’s a pretty painted picture but I’m just a bunch of shredded pieces that I can’t tape back together! Why can’t someone just finally sweep it all up into the trash!?” Leo sobs.

Raph, Donnie and Mikey’s jaws all drop. They’ve been aware of just how hard it’s been for Leo to understand that he’s wanted, a real, true part of the family. What they didn’t know is just how lowly he really thinks of himself.

Leo sniffles.

“I’m cursed. I always have been. Even if I am a part of this family, I shouldn’t be. Look what happened! To Mikey! To gram-gram! To all of you! Not just now, but before too! And you saw what happened to the NFIF guys! Leo helped feed me and Mikey and then he went missing and I just know whatever is happening in that room to him is awful! NFIF Raph held me and tried to protect me and he’s still back there too! You’re all going to get hurt or die or worse with me around! I-I should be alone, I should at least be punished for everything I’ve-!”

DvD, surprisingly, is the one who pulls Leo into as tight of a hug as he can manage without hurting him.

“Shut up.”

“Wh-What? Is….is this supposed to make me feel better or are you angry?”

“Both! The only person who thinks you’re not worth anything is you! How dare you say that I don’t care about you!? I do! You should care about you too! You want to stop being a burden!? Then don’t make us live without you! If you weren’t here, Mikey would be dead right now. If he hadn’t wanted to be with you and didn’t leave those families, we wouldn’t have this family. We wouldn’t have found each other. Give yourself more credit.”

Leo goes back to hiccuping sobs as he buries his face in DvD’s shoulder.

Mikey starts crying as well, despite how much he’s already been doing.

“I-I’ll rip up my picture a-and we can make one up ourselves! I-I can give you tape! J-Just please, d-don’t go again! I-I love you so much!”

Leo pulls him more into the hug, they wet each other’s faces with their tears.

Raph wraps around them all.

“You told that other me before about how you know he’s not a bad guy. How we’ve all made mistakes. You should give yourself the same benefit of the doubt. You aren’t cursed, bad things……just happen. A lot. What was going to happen to the NFIF guys would have without meeting you. But now because they met us, we can help them. There’s not a day that goes by where I’m not glad you’re in the family, Leo. I love that I know you. I love you.” He rest his chin on top of Leo’s head.

Leo and Mikey keep crying until they’ve finally calmed down.

The hand once again offers the container towards Leo.

“How….do I do it?”

“Think of your family as a something within you, and release it. Raphael, you as well.” The hand urges.

“What? Me? But didn’t have any breakthrough or anything…..”

“Right now is the moment you feel closest to your family. It may also help to remember who is not here, and wanting to get her back.”

Leo and Raph nod, both placing their hands on the container. Red and blue pours in before the hand takes it away.

“Where…..are you going to find a replacement for me?” Mikey brings up.

April suddenly bursts inside the room.

“You guys! He took Misa!”

April had kept walking until they could no long hear Mikey scream. It took everything she had to not go back to help. Misa wanted to go back too, but as grown up as she thinks she is, nobody should be seeing that.

Nobody should be experiencing that.

It’s not like the turtles were adults either. They shouldn’t have to listen to their brother scream and beg for the nightmare to end. It’s something they have to do though because the only good adult they have around has been taken.

It’s painful to not be able to do anything else, but this is incredibly important. Misa needs her right now.

“Is….little big brother….going to be okay?” Misa asks, looking up at her with wide eyes.

“He’s got everyone else with him, they’re going to do whatever he needs them to.” April assures.

Misa looks down.

“I want to help Raphie too.”

April bites them inside of her cheek. Guilt for leaving him is gnawing at her as well. Wasn’t there anything else she could have done? All that guy has being doing this whole competition is trying to protect everyone from the spores.

Who protects him?

“We’re going to, when we have a plan.”

“But….but it’s going to be too late!” Misa whines.

“Hey, we don’t know that. Maybe….maybe the void guys helped out and he’s coming back to us now!” April suggests, vaguely aware it’s probably a huge lie.

Misa pouts until footsteps draw her and April’s attention.

“Raphie!!” Misa shouts excitedly shouts, wriggling out of April’s arms.

“Misa! Wait!” April reaches out too late.

The young girl runs up to NFIF Raph who picks her up. They smile at each other.

“Hey, kid. Glad I found ya. I have something real important I need you to do.”

“How can Misa help?”

“I need to borrow your portal sword.”

Misa gladly hands it to him.

April sees a glowing, blue tear roll down his cheek.

“Misa! Get away from him!”

Misa looks at her in confusion before seeing Raph’s eyes fill with blue. She begins grabbing at her sword but he keeps it out of her reach. He then holds her tight, close to his plastron and tucked under his arm.

Raph’s smile falls. The glowing tears fall freely down his cheeks with no signs of stopping. He looks over at April with a sorrowful expression.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise. I really tried. I just….there’s no reason for me to fight anymore. My family is all back there. Even if I did fight, everything I do fails.”

“Raph! That’s not true! Fight it, we can save your brothers together! You don’t have to do this!”

“No, doing this is the only way he won’t hurt Misa. It had to be me. All we need is the sword and to use her as bait. She’ll be okay. I’d promise, but….my promises don’t mean much…..” He opens a portal.

“No! Raph! Misa!” April poofs to get close, but ends up falling on top of nothing after the portal disappears.

“Where did he take her!? Back to that room!? Are they sporing her again!? She can’t survive that! Mikey didn’t!” DvD panics.

“Hold on, what do you mean he didn’t-WHY IS THE HAND HERE!? IS THAT TNT!?” April points.

“Be not afraid-“

“IT TALKS!?”

UIFY Raph explains what happened. April feels like her feet are stuck to the floor. It’s only been 15 minutes and things somehow turned even more disastrous.

“H-How are we going get more ninpo!? That could kill Mikey again!”

“It can come from you-“ The hand starts.

April slams her hand onto the container.

“I want to save them! Please work! Do your magic thingy!”

Shockingly, it does work. Green pours into the container and the colors all being swirling with each other. They glow even brighter.

“This should be enough. I can set up the charge behind the wall that houses the main mushroom.”

“Wait, won’t that hurt the other me?” Leo brings up.

“He’s survived worse.”

“That’s not a good reason!”

“He’ll be alive and the spores will be gone. Is that not what you want?”

“It is, but-!”

The lights suddenly shut off.

DvD quickly turns on the light from his phone.

“Oh what now!?”

“Hello everyone in the competition! It’s your new overlord, Audrey III!” Donnie’s voice calls from a speaker in the room.

Oh no.

DvD quickly searches the room for some medical masks which he puts on and passes out to his brothers and April once they’re found. If he thinks what’s about to happen is really happening, they need protection.

Leo careful puts Mikey’s on for him and then carries him on his back as they all leave the room.

There’s panic and chaos everywhere from the sudden darkness. People are bumping into things and shouting.

The nearby vents start releasing the familiar, sickening spores.

“Don’t resist. Or do, your fear is tastier that way.”

[moonstonediaz]

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[junibyrd]

Ok are you ready for part 2?

I finished the second season and woow a lot happened in it! And yes, wish I could see it again for the first time...and yes, it was freaking hard to choose...

Btw I just noticed, that both episodes in first place of this and the prev season is directed by David Carson...soooo yeah...he's good!!!!

1. The six Napoleons:

The prologue and epilouge is such a great nod to italian films, the style the composition, it's almost like a Fellini movie

Ok this fight scene was pretty impressive

Here me out: Pietro is kinda hot

🎶3 guys chillin by the fire, 5 feet apart cuz there's no case🎶

I love that throughout the episode Watson and Lestrade bond over the mutual annoyance of being scorned by Holmes

Here me out: Beppo is kinda hot

Harker: trying to write Holmes: 👀

"-The lamp! 😏 -By jove you're right😃...what are we to make of that🫤? -😶...Holmes???" This scene btw is soo nice just look at the two trees on the 2 side of the lamp, one in bloom and the other fully green- these compositions ahhh my goood

Heavens! The scene in the mourge in in one take?!?! I tend to forget that back in the old days they use to do this quite often, ofc with the brilliance of the actors it was equaly interesting and there was no need of 46 angle changes in 20 seconds. And the man playing Pietro....I guess it was done without a dummy or speacials, BRO I never saw a more convincing corpse in my life, the man did absolutely nothing it's scary good!!!

Lestraaaade! How dare you sit in Holmes' chair????

THESE TWO I CAN'T The mischievous smiles they exchange

"and then you're welcomed to the sofa" yaaas sleepover time I adore that scene

"Chiswick?"🤨

The way Lestrade sleeps omg- guy might just had the deepest sleep in his life look at him🤣 this is me when I had some mighty deep sleep (ofc the wine must have helped...now I understand why they didn't wake up to Holmes' terribly noisy search)

"Watson, if you've caught a cold, it's your fault. You left the rugs behind." God how I love this series...

"-Have a humbug, Lestrade. -Watson, this is no time for humbugs!"😂😂😂

That tackle was legendary!

The way he removed Mr. Sandeford from the room- the spinning chair I just can't- love these comical bits

He is just so elegant, the tablecloth trick... my oh my

The "we are proud of you" monologue is one of my fav moments in the whole series- I could watch Jeremy forever, it's so nuanced and precious and very moving

2. The man with the twisted lip:

The scene with Mrs Hudson and Mrs Whitney- gooo girls!

God, that opium den is soo scary

This is my fav disguise after the groom in Scandal

"I shall ingore your air of resignation to the world's frailties and continue" "Oh please, do!"

Mrs St Clair- gooo girl, u know ur instincts

Quoting Shakespeare yaaas

Ahhh they got one room. Ahhh they are trying to solve the case TOGETHER

I like this Bradstreet fellow, he is not hesintante to receive help from Holmes

"may I go to sleep? -Certanly!- uuh... thank you!"

The water-meditation scene is superb

Next on how to wake up somebody - It's the ticklish feet! HE DID NOT😂

"I wonder if you'd do me the very great kindness of considering the possibility of waking up." I will use that!!!

That child is soo creepy jesus christ

That whole carriage-talk scene 😚🤌

"Most of the population is probably asleep Holmes" 🙄 yes, stand up for yourself old boy!

That realy great moment when they're looking inside the cell thorugh the window and Holmes appears- there are so much visually creative and satisfying ideas in this series!!!! (Especially with the mirrors!)

The ASMR I'm dying, he could have made a fortune on YouTube with the sponge content🤣

This is a very interesting case, with a lot to talk about afterwords! So nice to see the contrast between the real baggers and St Claire in the beginning and at the 'burning ceremony'

3. The Bruce Partington Plans

Holmes singing Lassus- this is when they know their source material! THE DETAILS IN THIS SERIES!!!!!

Mycroft is baack yaaaay let's goooo, Bradstreet is back yaaay let's gooo

Holmes sitting cross-legged by the tracks is one of the cutest things I've every had the privilege to witness

I love that green scarf, it's a realy nice touch to the all black outfit✨️

On the roof????🤨

THE LOOK HE GAVE when the guy thought they were the undertakers I'm done!!!

"It's from my brother Mycroft. He writes like a drunken crab." The way I was wheeezing!

*agressively shakes the map of London while bf tries to read hieroglyphics* pure chaos

"Please, disappear." The hysterical wheezing continues, this is by far the funniest ep.

Holmes was like: Fun date idea - late night break in! Aren't u excited?

"I knew you wouldn't shrink at the last!" The genuine and child-like outburst of happiness 😭

Aaaand the pretty green scarf is gone🥲

Aw he's so proud about breaking the law

if I had a dollar for every time Mycroft was asleep in the series so far I'd have 3 dollars which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened thrice!

Love the *watching Rome burn down from a safe distance* energy in the last scene, also Bradstreet is realy quite good at his job!

Honourable mentions:

The second stain: setting the house on fire, avoiding Lestrade, the inspection scene in Lucas' home, THE SNORT AND THE WOHOO

The priory school: the choral piece- I LOVE U PATRICK GOWERS, the cozy and aesthetic scenery, horses, disgusting food, great case

The devil's foot: the atmosphere, Holmes quitting it, nice and creepy case, the trip scene, JOHN!, great supporting actors

I want to forget all about the Granada series and watch the Granada series, like it was my very first time watching it.