#Ranebows

[noregretsjustlovely]

I re-read the fic ‘Dalton’ by CP Coulter every year, usually starting in November-December. I just finished up and I’m dyyinngggg for an update. An update I’ve been wanting for a decade.

I had a literal aneurism when CP Coulter started posting again on Tumblr, promising to update. I hadn’t been on tumblr in yeaarrssssss and I just so happened to check in on her page one day and had a meltdown! It’s been quiet for almost two years now, but I’m still hoping and waiting for her return. <3

So here’s just a small piece that I was dying to write because Reed and Shane are my all time favorite pairing of ALL TIME! So this is another version of Kurt trying to help Reed figure it out.

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The bristles of the paint brush slid across the canvas, lopping at the end, leaving behind a dark, delicate curl of hair. The artist pulled his brush back, scrutinizing his work. His lips pursed and his brows scrunched as he gazed at the piece of artwork, searching for what was missing. To anyone else, this picture would have looked complete, but to Reed Van Kamp, it was not. Because, well…

He could never finish.

He let out a frustrated breath, pushing his supplies away and crossing his arms. “Having a moment?” He could hear the amusement in his roommates voice.

“Please, Kurt, I’m already struggling.” His strawberry curls fell around his porcelain, freckled face as he dropped his head, shaking it slightly. “Why can’t I stop?”

“Stop what?” Kurt asked. “Stop painting him? Or stop failing to paint him?”

“Stop thinking about him.” Reed whispered. Kurt tried to suppress a smile, failing only slightly. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“You’re falling in love, I think.” The countertenor answered from where he was proofreading an essay for the 10th time. Professor Murdoch would never be able to fail this one.

“Kurt, don’t say things like that!” Reed flailed so hard, he almost sent himself off the edge of the stool he sat upon. “I don’t even think I’m…gay. Or at least, I’ve never thought about it!”

Kurt let out a breath through his nose, noting his place in the essay and pushing his chair back from the desk. He strutted over to Reed, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to the artist’s plush white bed. Reed stumbled on the way, falling onto the bed with an “oof.”

“Reed,” Kurt gave him a stern look as he pulled him upright. “Have you ever actually thought about anything? Like being straight, I mean,” the diva clarified. “Have you ever been attracted to a girl?” Reed was silent for several seconds. Kurt waited patiently, knowing the answer.

“Well…not exactly, I guess?” The small artist finally relented. “I’ve grown up watching the most gorgeous women strut down runways and model for magazines, and I’ve always been able to acknowledge that, of course. But, I guess I’ve never thought anything other than that. That they look good in the designer clothes.” He sighed and fell backwards on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. “It’s just…scary. I’ve never had someone so openly…taken with me?”

Kurt snorted. “‘Taken’ is the understatement of the century. Shane literally worships the ground you walk on. When you’re within a mile of him, his eyes never leave your direction.” He patted Reed on the knee. “I know it’s confusing and stressful for you, Reed, trust me, I do. But no one is expecting or forcing you to make any decisions. Even Shane. He may be hoping and praying and pleading to the heavens, but he would never pressure you into an answer or reciprocation. Time is all yours, my fellow fashionista.” He glanced over at his best friend, who had his face hidden behind the arm draped over his head. “I do think, however, that you should seriously consider trying to figure it out soon, though. I can see how much this is bothering you. We will all love and support whichever decision you make. Do you want me to ask Blaine to have Shane back off?”

A small spasm caused the bed to shake slightly. “I’ll take that as a ‘no?’” Kurt smirked, enjoying the color making its way to Reed’s face. “Okay, let’s get real here. Do you think he’s cute?”

“Kurt-“ Reed groaned, pulling his arm from his face and glaring at the ceiling.

“Answer the question, Reed. Stop being such a drama queen.”

“…” Kurt could hear Reed grumble a quiet response.

“Reed! Sit up and answer me right now, or I’ll take the tweedles’ zombie apocalypse baseball bat to your brand new art supplies!” Reed shot straight up, staring wide eyed at Kurt.

“…you wouldn’t.” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. His roommate just raised a delicate eyebrow at him, poker face strong.

“Would you like to test that theory?” Reed wasn’t sure that he did. He saw Kurt destroy Tabitha without even breaking a sweat. “Now, do you, Reed Van Kamp, think that Shane Anderson is cute?”

Absentmindedly, Reed was tinkering with the ring that hung around his neck as he glanced over to the abandoned painting. His eyes traced over the perfect details of the subject’s face. Every laughter line and every smooth curl of his brunette hair. He lingered on the swirls of green in the eyes that he had memorized and he almost smiled. “He’s beautiful.”

Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. “Like runway model beautiful? Or like you’re falling in love beautiful?” Read glared at him, but he was failing at fighting the grin that began to grace his face. “Noted.” Kurt laughed. “So, what does anything else matter, then? You don’t need to label yourself, Reed. If you’re not completely comfortable with shouting it from the rooftops, then don’t. But if you like him, and he makes you happy when he’s around, then isn’t that enough? It would be enough for him. And you know as well as I do that everyone here would be more than happy for you.”

Reed shook his head with a laugh, eyes misty. “I do know that, of course. I don’t know why I’ve been so worried.” He threw his arms around Kurt, who yelped in surprise, but hugged him back, patting his messy hair. “Thank you, Kurt. You always know what to say.”

Kurt chuckled as Reed pulled away, and he held onto the shorter boy’s shoulder. “I just want you to be happy. I can see that, even though you get jumpy around him, you do enjoy his company. I just hope you can “diva up” soon and claim it.” The ‘Alice’ of Windsor winked at him. The ‘Dormouse’ just pushed him slightly away with an eye roll accompanied by a smile.

“Don’t hold your breath,” Reed sighed, eyes still a little prickled from the conversation. He stood and brushed his hands over his wrinkled clothes. Yanking his sleeves up, he made his way back over to the canvas, only tripping slightly on the way. Planting back down onto the stool, he picked up a clean brush, dipping it into one of the colors on his palette. Kurt considered him for a moment, but decided to just let him be for now to sort through his thoughts. The countertenor walked back over to his desk, starting back where he left off on his paper.

It could not have been more than 20 minutes before Kurt heard the clatter of a brush hitting the ground. He cringed at the image of spilled paint, but the concerned thought left him the moment he saw Reed’s face.

The strawberry blonde boy sat, paint streaked down his clothes from where the brush fell, staring in amazement at his artwork.

His finished artwork.

“I…I did it.” As Shane’s lovestruck expression stared back at him from the canvas, the expression he always wore when looking at Reed, the smile that took over the artist’s face was small and intimate, and a single tear finally escaped his eyes.

[thematchstickever]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈??? / j

Omg like i LUV ranebows xxx their so CUTE!!! l Ike yas omg i died my hair ranebow 1 time it looked like SO COOL XXXXX omg i should totes die it again!!!!!! What colour?!?!?!?!?!??

[pyyrobics3]

How are you doing today, Pyro?

😒hhmph. bord. ❌️ no 🌈 ✨️ranebows anyware.... 🧍🧍🧍peeple 🔄 keep 🦵🦄kiking me and 🦄pony ➡️➡️ out of 🏢 billdings 😠 nobody 🧍❌️❤️🌈 likes ✨️🌈✨️✨️ranebows ☹️

[letters-to-tension]

Dier Tenshun,

Aftr ye snt yer scroll on tae me, I went an mat tha prncs o yers. Fr sme rezon, hr gards trd t stp me bt I wnt past em an she sed she ws gnna pey me f I hlp.

Pieright lad ye menshuned in our tawks ws thre two. Thot he wud b talr. n ye dint tel me he wuz a coppr.

Dint met Fetver or Sfetlana, but we got cmpny frm a pgsus cald Torndo Trblnce n a younicrn cald Sharight.

Selesdia wasne very impresd wif us, bud she sed she wans us t go t grifonya wish is wer grifns com frm.

She sed tha th grifn empror wans t fite sum ponys who liv nex t th grifns, an she wans us t stp tht.

She also sed tha th buk ye fund on yer kwest wif Pieright ws stolen an tkn t grifonya by sum cltists wh liv ther. Sed dey r de mane grup.

Prntl sum unded kilt al de grifn kngdoms dere wen Selesdia faught hr sista n dey mai hab bin sent by dat clt.

Ekwus Mlus mae b bak.

Da clt xsts cuz Tennybrigh dint liek dat Stahswurl da breaded ws bettr dan hm.

Stahswurl assembled da Pillahs f Ekwestrya n dey evntly fund Selesdia n hr sistah. Tennybrigh an Stahswurl bof wntd t tiech da sistahs, bud Stahswurl bekem th tiechr an rgnt. Tennybrigh wus a soar loosah.

We saw hm kll too gards bt Selesdia dint do a fing. I fink we saw sumfing liek a memry. Siems he wsnt skared f th pillahs He cld bekom smok. Stahswurl n th pillahs trighd t prtct th prnceses bt wsnt abl t stp hm.

Tennybrigh hd a fncy nklase he cld th alikorn amlet he sed he maed.

Stahswurl n th pillahs n Tennybrigh wear fitin in sum kinda sndy plaes.

Stahswurl n th pillahs shod Tennybrigh wif a ranebow n he ws blstd awae. Stijyan ws hrt an Stahswurl dint liek tht.

Tennybrigh bekam Ekwus Mlus.

n now hes bak n raisin an armee. Selesdia gaev us a pies f papr t git wht we wanned, and Torn an Pieright ran of sumwear befour comin bak. Pieright brogt us t th gard hous n dey gav us sum healin potion Thy tuk us to a crt plld by sum gards n they flew awae wif us. We arived at a town kald Tal tael, an intradu intractio we tol each ofer our naems n wo we r. Sharight hs t do sum fings cuz o her rligin. We wer sposed tae met sumun cald Ruff Sees

We askd th pones arond twn were t fnd em We fund th hippcmps n Ruff Sees. Th hippcmps is a ship. No onna thm wooly uns, onna thm big wood fings wht ponys use t travl the sees.

We wnt on th ship an we wnt of t se th wurld.

Yer mate,

Wntrbrees

[gleedyke]

EPISODES 6-8 OUT NOW

https://thedaltonaudiobook.weebly.com/listen.html

[artemismoon12writes]

Title: Things Went Awry

Daltonfic Big Bang: Week 9, Day 1; Dwight/?  Based on that bit in Dalton where Dwight basically is like... yo Shane is hot. 

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The two kissed, fighting between them for who was going to be pressed up against the wall. A gasp. A pair of hands on a belt buckle, jangling in the quiet room away from the hustle and bustle of Windsor House.

Dwight broke away, worry mixed in with his usual hint of panic, “This isn’t right, Reed will kill me.”

“He broke up with me.”

“Yeah but-”

“I said, he broke up with me. We’re not together. He doesn’t get to be mad if I get with someone else.” Shane stressed, not letting it bother him. It did. Obviously. Otherwise he and Dwight would not even be having this conversation, let alone be holed up in Shane’s room like they’d be caught any second.

Shane leaned into kiss Dwight again, but he was pushed away.

“His mom is stressing him out and got to him. Give him a week.” Dwight argued. “Just because he’s graduated and he’s not here doesn’t mean we should… fuck, what are we doing?”

“Uh, having fun?” Shane said, grinning wildly.

Dwight bit his tongue, annoyed. He knew it was wrong, even as his stomach turned and he wanted to give into the manic energy Shane was giving off, he had to at least try- even if it was just to assuage his conscious.  

It’d been two weeks since Reed had broken up with Shane; and one week since Shane had relentlessly been pursuing anything that walked into Windsor House as a kind of mourning ritual since Reed was not returning his calls. Anyone with sense could guess Hilde Van Kamp had forced his hand, but Shane wasn’t sharing what was in those emails that had him throwing his phone against the wall. Whatever it was, Shane was broken up enough to be dragging their ignoble prefect into his quest for a rebound.

Shane shrugged. “I’m bored. You’re horny, it’s a perfect match.”

“I am not-”

“Oh fuck off.” Shane said, pressing Dwight back up against the door, hands in his pants. Dwight couldn’t hide the gasp he made. “You’re into this. What was it you said last time we all had a party- ‘oh Shane, if you were a girl’- that’s a lie. I’m fine just as a boy.”

“That was Todd’s scotch talking, not me.” Dwight’s face coloured. Shane took advantage, leaning in further.

“Sure it was. And you haven’t had a giant bon-”

“You’re stupid, that’s what.” Dwight interrupted.

“Then you’re just as dumb as I am.” Shane said, He didn’t have a leg to stand on about the whining given Shane’s hands were already in his pants, but he had to somehow pretend this might not become a thing.

He didn’t let Shane insult him again. He proved Shane’s point though when he flipped them, Shane’s back to the wall; pinning him with height and weight advantage, even if Shane’s wirey dance muscles could have easily sidestepped the move. They both could avoid this obvious dancing around it if they wanted to; token protests aside, it was a bad decision on both ends, one that could only end badly.

Maybe Shane could have called his ex; gone that way. Maybe Dwight could have not stepped in earlier when Shane was hitting on Baldwin excessively. It would have required a little less impulsivity. Neither were really good at decision making.

They didn’t get any comments about Dwight emerging from Shane’s room later; hair tied back and messy. Shane was sprawled across his bed, clothing rumpled; he was more content that he had been in ages. Thin walls didn’t really matter when both had practice getting off quietly, even if it was weird they really shouldn’t be doing that together.

Dwight snuck back to his and Todd’s room; though as prefect he had been entitled to a single, it felt weird with all that empty space. He cracked the door, slipping back inside and checking the padlocks as usual.

A cough sounded from behind him.

“Did I forget something?” Dwight asked, noticing his roommate’s chair turned around with a displeased look.

“Really Dwight?”

“What?” Dwight asked, trying and failing to play it cool.

Todd rolled his eyes, “Shane? Of all people? He has a boyfriend.”

Dwight felt a wave of shame. He’d been saying that himself, but now he found himself echoing Shane’s hurt words. “They broke up.”

“They’re on a break at most until Mrs. Van Kamp gets her head out of her ass.” Todd said. Oh no. Not the disappointed tone.  

Dwight wanted to escape the room; but he couldn’t considering he’d had all the same protests Todd was bringing up. Granted, he did it anyways… did that make him a bad person.

He asked Todd, shame tinging his voice.

Todd frowned. “No. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It’s a bad decision given I thought Reed was your friend, but-”

“Well it was me or Luke Baldwin.” Dwight protested. “You should have seen Shane in the common room, I thought he was about to do some kind of sex demon ritual right there on the carpet!”

“Sure you did.” Todd wasn’t convinced. “I bet you also had to sleep with him for the good of the school or something? That’s not what you’re supposed to do as prefect. Be his friend, don’t fuck him.”

Dwight coloured. “I… It’s not going to be a thing.”

“Dwight, you’re a rebound if anything. This isn’t going to end well.” Todd pointed out. “If it was Luke, I doubt Reed would feel as betrayed. You slept with his boyfriend.”

“Ex-boyfriend. It’s been 3 weeks.”

“So, you’ve been counting?”

“No!” Dwight said. Were his arms itchy? He felt itchy. Was this guilt? Fuck. He didn’t want to go to church; the priest at St. Anthony’s in Westerville was a total creep. He didn’t want that, so he admitted, “Maybe.”

Todd considered this. “I thought you were straight.”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“I don’t know!” Dwight said, throwing himself down on his side of the room. He’d finally gotten the elaborate four-poster he’d never been allowed in previous years at Dalton to be installed; and it was great for adding to the drama of these moments. He drew the curtains and tried to hide.

Todd pulled the curtains back anyways, crawling in. Buzzkill.

“You don’t know?” Todd ignored his personal space, pushing him to the side to sit cross-legged on the bed. “So you’re trying to figure it out with your friend’s ex who is also your friend, while you’re supposed to be keeping the peace as prefect?”

“I mean, I told him we shouldn’t!”

“But you did anyways.”

Dwight groaned, hiding his face in a pillow. “I get it! I’m a shit person! But like, he’s hot! Okay! Just, all…”

Todd interpreted the wavy-arm gestures Dwight gave him as best he could. “You know, even if you have a thing for him, this isn’t the way to go about it. Do you like him?”

“I! Don’t! Know!” Dwight said into the pillow, “Fricken heck.”

“I think you can use the stronger swears.” Todd said, finding the humour in the moment.

“I already suck… I don’t want to be an even worse person.”

“Well, you gotta deal with the consequences of your actions; I don’t really care if you say fuck, but someone is gonna care if you fucked Shane.” Todd pointed out.

“Is it bad that even though I knew it was bad, I still wanted to do it?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

Dwight rolled over and sighed. “This was so much easier when I thought sex was icky.”

“To be fair, you could have made an excellent travelling monk; if the vow of celibacy had just held.” Todd said, before flipping back to seriousness. “You got to tell Reed.”

“Ugh, I guess.” Dwight sighed, propping himself up on his elbows. “Confession is going to suck next time I’m home.”

“You could just convert; I have to say Wicca is a lot less stressful.” Todd suggested. “At least Trinity’s coven is anyways.”

“Yeah but then Reed, my mom, and God will all be mad at me. That’s not worth it.” Dwight said to the fabric hanging above him.

“You’re missing out.” Todd said, rolling off the bed. “Just don’t make me have to force you to own up to this. You won’t like me forcing your hand.”

“I know, I know. You’ll post it on the front page of the paper and make sure even Grandma Houston gets a copy emailed to her.” Dwight waved him off.

“That, and I’ll get quotes from Shane saying your dick is tiny.”

“HEY!”

[nekogleek]

So I’m in qurantine i Denmark, and I have an insane writers block with my master thesis, and out of nowhere, I started missing Daltonfic so incredible much...

I mean I was so young, when I started reading it, and I have never been so invested in a fandom before, or felt like it was an actually community like the Daltom fandom, and I just miss it so much.

I mean I have almost completed law School waiting for the update, and I will possible never stop waiting or grow out of it. It is and always will be one of the best fics ever, both because of the fic itself and because of that amazing fandom, and I will always be so insanely thankfull for Cp Coulter for that!

[bifrostiron]

Dalton Big Bang | Day 46: Rane

first love never dies

Read on AO3

[angelsanddeans]

Two updates in one go because I am far too unorganised for these things.

Here’s my fills for “Bed sharing” and “First fight”!!

Day 1 (Bed sharing) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/15158246

Day 2 (First fight) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/15158300

[goldenismyhair]

S M A S H that mf ‘like’ button to send Love and Happiness™ to Reed Van Kamp and Shane Anderson

[redvanillabee]

imagine just being a regular whiskey lover on social media and then ever since 2015 you will randomly come across pictures of two retro dudes in your tag

[pyyrobics3]

💼

og!! oh!!

makes 💥🌈🌈🌈ranebows BIG💥💥🌈!!✨️✨️

👃smells ✅️ good 🤤

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😖 😋 yummy!! 👍

[gleedyke]

HEY DALTON FANDOM

I’m so grateful that some of you found our audiobook via CP’s post, we’re so excited that people are listening! I’m not very active here anymore, but I am still a Dalton blog and am the Director Ham referenced on our website. Check out all the ways you can listen now, and I’ll be sure now to post here when we upload more! https://thedaltonaudiobook.weebly.com/

[gleedyke]

I don't care that these are old thank you for the revival 😍

…WHATEVA I DO WHAT I WANT

[tobelieveistosee5]

DALTONFIC

Dalton by CP Coulter gives me more feelings than I could possibly ever count on my hands, still to this day.

The first time I read Dalton I think I must have been sixteen and now I am in my twenties, still re-reading Dalton and proud of it! Those ranebows still make my heart ache, a warbler at heart forever, and a Windsor at soul. <3

[gleedyke]

!!!!!!

day 2: (rane) first fight

for @daltonficbigbang  

(sorry this is is a day late- I lost track of time whoops)

author’s note: heyy so I know the rules say it has to be posted completely on that day but I accidentally mixed up the dates but oh well. 

warnings: there aren’t really any warnings or triggers, except that I cannot write angst (or write in general) and I didn’t edit it much. 

word count: +3900 

enjoy!!  (oh by the way it’s kind of a songfic)

(characters and universe belong to @cpcoulter-com)

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