#starkid fic

[shadowbrightshine]

@marvelmaniac715 (and anyone who wants to see the finished version let me know. I know ocs tend to be ignored but there has to be someone in Clivesdale. All our characters are from Hatchetfield expect the general and Wiley.)

This is purposefully with bits cut and while in order, it skips around to avoid giving away too much.

Can you guess what Paul does to replace the arm?

[weltato]

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Category: Gen

Relationships: Ebenezer Scrooge & The Little Match Girl (A VHS Christmas Carol), Tim Cratchit & Ebenezer Scrooge, Tim Cratchit & The Little Match Girl (A VHS Christmas Carol)

Characters: The Little Match Girl (A VHS Christmas Carol), The Little Match Girl's Grandma (A VHS Christmas Carol), Ebenezer Scrooge

Additional Tags: Fluff, Adoption, matchgirl gets adopted by scrooge!, her name is eleanor btw, Tumblr Prompt, Inspired by Tumblr, vhscc is amazing i highly recommend it, it changed my brain chemistry, Short & Sweet, Short One Shot

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 641

Series: Part 7 of 'The 12 Fics of The Holidays (2023)'

Summary:

The Little Match Girl lay on the floor. Scrooge lay on the floor. They had the same energy and someone said he would adopt her so this happened. Just them being a family.

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@jewishruthfleming I did the matchgirl fic! :)

Thank you to @a-christmas-carol-from-hr for inspiring me <3

Coming next is the Bred, Gruelle and Spektr fic!

[scripted-downfall]

With the portals closed behind him and Lex Foster already in possession of his firearm, there wasn't anything left for John Mcnamara to do for his country (or the world in general). This left him in the unfortunate position of being trapped in the Black and White (somehow *not* dissolving?) with his old-mentor-turned-Wiggly-disciple and, of course, the great Wiggly himself. This is not a fun position in which to be.

Also known as: dial eldritch!Wiggly up to 11, stir in one (1) awesome General and his traumatised mentor/old friend/maybe-something-more, garnish with mental and physical torment, and serve angsty! Could be read as gen, but it's secretly Cross/Mcnamara if you're cool; it's just not explicit in either sense of the word

[littlesilentrebel]

chappppttttteerrrr ttttwwwwoooooo!!!!

original title: the new hatchetfield high- yes, i decided to change it, i didnt really like the first title but now we got a better one!

[coldairballoons]

so yall know this post i made 

yeah i had an idea and now i’m thinking about if karen chasity was an avatar of nibbly 

n e ways fic (heed the tags)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46019626

[tedlovesmusicals]

[rockrosethistle]

Grace and Richie are actually underrated as a duo because Grace would be like "No I would never hold anyone's hand. I learned at summer camp that if I hold contact with a boy for more than a few seconds my skin will start to burn off."

And Richie would be like "that's so real I get overstimulated too."

[pythoneon]

“Paul is Richie’s uncle” this “Paul adopts Richie” that

WRONG

Ruth invites her Uncle Paul to every show she’s in and he forces himself to go to support his only niece but hates every fucking second of it

[fishblings]

Piece inspired by this fic by @dollarstoreartsupplies ! It's an AU where Tinky is Peters imaginary friend like Webby is for Hannah and it lives rent free in my brain.

[terrimavr]

Ngl the lords in black are so real because when I have a favourite character I also need to read fics of horrible things happening to them

[antigonesghosts]

Do you think after they died, Ella forgot where Lucy and Justine ended and her stepsisters began? Do you think she did everything she could to remember them as they were and not as they were being used? How quickly do you think she failed? Do you think sometimes Ella forgot they were dead when she saw her stepsisters and then was reminded all over again? Do you think she was glad to see familiar faces as she died? Do you think when Ella died she saw Justine and Lucy? Do you think they encouraged her to go while she tried desperately to hold on to them before realising it was fruitless? Do you think she promised them they wouldn't see her again for a long time? Do you think the last thing she did before going back was looking at their faces and memorising them?

[shadowbrightshine]

House. In the middle of our house. In the middle of our house, in the middle is a never ending Labyrinth!

House. Oh in the middle of this house, in the middle of our house, in the middle is a ne-verr endinngg Labyrrrintthh!

House? Is it black as night between the stars that all burned out?

House. Or is it yellow in a box that changes stealing your life without a doubt?

Ohh house... in the middle of our house. In the middle of our house. In the middle of our home and lives is a changing hallway!

Climb the stairs and don't fall down or you might fall forever! (Or you'll die why don't you try- and find out?)

Run the maze that tears you away from life with a pointless endeavor! (Tick tock Teddy hope you're ready- don't breakdown or pout!)

You- don't- know- what's- really going onnnn

It changes. It changes. Changes like the dusk and dawn!

Where are we? That's up to me~ the one writing the song!

Two very different people, or are they really so much at all?

Teddy bear and and Johnny Truant both had quite the fall!

Not literally that's a different chapter... but we'll fall soon after!

So when you wander mazes late at night. Or the darkness more pitch than any 12 am could be?

Think about the two poor bastards, one spacial and one stuck with me~

House. In the middle of our house. In the middle of our house. In the middle is my own... de- sign.

(I've been thinking about Johnny Truant and my love for HOL, as well as our good old Ted Spankofski. And so I wrote this poem song. I have no clue how to tell you how to sing it. But I hope you like it! Not gonna tag tinky but its kinda from his perspective?)

[weltato]

for a bred, gruelle and spektr fic I'm thinking of the moment when the handshake happens at the beginning of della's song

[swingingthehatchetnow]

Pete always averted his eyes around the homeless man downtown. Whether it was because he got awkward around social interaction or felt unwarranted guilt about the man’s situation, he’d never managed to look the man in the eyes before. He couldn’t describe his face if he tried.

That changed after Jägerman.

The things that used to be uncomfortable really weren’t anymore. After holding court with the Void, a man on the street really doesn’t seem all that intimidating. Ruth and Richie would’ve made fun of him if he was scared of the little things after the whole ordeal, he knew. It helped him to imagine their reactions. Coping and whatnot.

His walk home was lonelier. As were his study sessions and social life. But the walks home were when he really felt their loss. Even though Pete and Ruth lived in the opposite direction, they’d walk with Richie to his place, and then cut through downtown to get back to the other side of town, where he and Ruth would part ways near the Coldstone, both going to their respective homes.

He still followed that route. Coping. And whatnot.

It was just after noon. Pete had his AP statistics final in the morning, and had no class in the afternoon, because his teachers were proctoring other exams around the school. So here he was. Peter Spankoffski, walking through downtown Hatchetfield, alone. Steph had a full school day, so he wouldn’t see her until later.

“Excuse me, do you have a minute to talk about saving our planet?”

He turned. The Green Peace girl was at it again, with a wide smile and a clipboard in hand.

“It’ll only take a minute of your time,” she continued, now holding out a brochure. Trying to reduce the amount of time he had to talk to her, he took it wordlessly.

“I, um—” his voice cracked, and his face flushed red. Nobody else his age was still having voice cracks. He cleared his throat. “I’ll take a look at it. Saving the world and all.”

Not like he hadn’t done that once already.

The Green Peace girl smiled even wider, and did a little bouncey turn on her heel. The way she bobbed off reminded Pete of Steph when she was in a particularly happy mood. This thought relaxed him a bit.

He tucked the brochure into his pocket and continued walking, though he didn’t get far before he was cut off by someone else.

“Spare change for the homeless?”

Of course he knew that voice. Anyone who spent more than five minutes downtown knew about the homeless man.

Before he even looked at the man in front of him, Pete reached for his wallet. He’d just gotten a bonus at work, so he figured he had a few dollars to spare. Besides, his movie theater job paid surprisingly well.

He grabbed a $5 bill and turned to the man.

“Here you—”

He knew that face.

Older, sure, and a little lost-looking, but there was no doubt about it. Pete was looking at…

“Teddy?”

The 20 year age gap between the Spankoffski boys left them with an interesting dynamic. It was hard to feel like brothers sometimes when one of them was coming home from kindergarten while the other was getting a full time job at CCRP.

But they had their moments. When Pete was learning how to drive, Ted would let him use his car, even though he hadn’t gotten his license yet, or the night before freshman year, when Ted gave Pete his ‘Spankoffski guide to charming the ladies’ guidebook.

Hand trembling, holding out the $5 bill, Pete looked into the cloudy eyes of his older brother. His older older brother.

Somehow, some way… Ted was standing in front of Pete, a shadow of his former self.

“That’s way cool, man,” he said, taking the $5 from Pete. No sense of recollection could be seen.

“Ted, what happened to you…?” Pete watched Ted pocket the money. And then Ted… walked off. Just like that.

“Ted, wait!” Pete called after him, but Ted didn’t turn around. He simply tugged his hat down over his ears and walked off.

With trembling hands, Pete reached for his phone. He spent no more than 3 seconds looking for his brother’s contact info and hitting the call button.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

Four…

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

Pete sighed in relief at the sound of his brother’s voice on the other end of the line.

“No,” he said, “my AP exam was today. Ted, I—” he paused, realizing he had no idea what he was going to say. How do you ask someone if they know that they’re the homeless man from downtown.

He lost his nerve.

“…I was just wondering if you want to hang out later. I— I got a new game, and—”

“Yeah, sure whatever. I get off work at the usual time.” A sound came from Ted’s end of the line, fabric shifting, like he’d adjusted how he was sitting. “Is that all? Because I was about to pull the ol’ Spankoffski charm on this barista that Paul is trying to snag.”

The familiarity of the conversation was enough to ease Pete’s worries. Sure, he’d held court with the Void, lost his two best friends, nearly got shot executioner-style, and ran into what he was certain was some version of his brother in the streets… but all that didn’t matter because somewhere in downtown Hatchetfield, Ted Spankoffski was fine. And so was Pete.

“I don’t say it a lot, but I’m glad you’re my brother, Teddy.”

“Sorry, I was talking to Charlotte. Did you say something?”

Pete smiled and hung up.

Maybe the universe was bigger than he knew and could ever understand.

So what.

[pinazee]

Small headcanon that max actually never knew who the mascot was and would talk to zeke about his hopes and deepest fears, and richie just sort of awkwardly comforted him and nodded along hoping max never found out who he was, and in a way, zeke was actually maxs closest friend.

[ricky-mortis]

I was inspired by @tapestryoftrauma ‘s wonderful writing, so here’s a drawing of Mark Chasity from his fic called Sink Into Me