#the fall part 1

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

The Fall part 1

Mob!Donnie childhood AU

Summary: Donnie is young and hasn't quite learned to hate the world yet. He's fighting for his and his family's freedom but when you're locked in chains, do you bite the hand that holds the keys? Who can really be trusted?

Warnings: dark, mentions of being held against your will, violence, child abuse ect. Just dark, so take caution.

Plink... Plink...

One pebble after another, thrown against the concrete wall of their bedroom. But, to call it a bedroom was an act of kindness. Four walls, a ceiling and a dirt floor. Cots laid with threadbare blankets that scratched their delicate skin as they lay upon them. There was hardly a morning Donatello didn't wake up with some kind of nasty, many legged thing crawling under his clothes- cockroaches, beetles, spiders... All searching for warmth in the soft no-man's-land between his skin and the fabric of his thin T-shirt.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Raph's voice came harsh in the silence of the room but, Mikey was feeling bold and threw another pebble at the wall. Plink. That was the game. See how perfect of a noise you can make the stone sound against the stone wall. Grey pebble, grey walls, dirt floor. Sometimes Donnie wondered if the whole world was such a depressing shade of tedious. There had to be more, out there, the world he knew so little about but was so close to he could taste it. Had he had the vocabulary for it at the ripe age of 6, he would have named this place the ninth circle of hell although, he was not sure what treachery him and his brothers had committed to be there. Maybe this was Judecca, where those who had betrayed their lord could be found, the sin rubbed off on them from their creators- the scientists who formed the mutigen that made them. Years later, when they are all free of this place, Donatello would find himself repeating "the sin of the father is not the sin of the son" but, those words could hold no comfort now as he had not yet read them.

For now, they had each other and their games during the day to busy themselves for nightfall held a far different story for them. This place, this pit of hell that they were kept in, was no more than a part of an underground freak-show that boasted the most monstrous of acts that money could buy and Donatello and his brothers were the main attraction.

They came every night, five days a week, from 6pm to 11pm to sit in the audience and watch and cheer. Well... Only cheer on the nights they felt generous. Mostly it was a cascade of abuse and bottles being thrown, smashing around their feet or even against the the thin skin of their bony temples. They would perform, one by one, by demonstrating humiliating and meaningless tasks. Balancing a giant ball on their noses like a seal and an aquarium, dancing, fighting... This was all well and good but the crowd was always hungry for more. The boy's fear was like wine to them, they became drunk on it. Wanting to see more, feel more, be truly alive in that moment by witnessing others be torn down. It would get to the stage where the dancing bears or lions were set on them, turning their quaint little freak-show into a Colosseum where they would have to fight for their lives. But, tonight, they are safe and together and in the protection of their bedroom while Splinter, their father, performs.

Although they cannot see him as there are no windows in the room, they can hear the crowd screech out for more. It is a hideous sound, disembodied and almost alive in the way it carries throughout the camp. Donnie can sit there idly no longer and decided to get some fresh air.

The manacles that bind his feet together, the same as his brothers, do not allow his strides to be wide but he is fast nonetheless. Weaving between the carnies and jugglers and their fire pits with ease, watching as they rub their hands together for warmth and turn away from him. No one there looked at them, not even the other acts. They were united in the freakdom but, whatever the him and his brothers were could not be understood and therefore not tolerated. He would catch them, though, looking out of the corners of their eyes and he would smile (a childhood nervous habit) before their eyes darted away and they would spit and curse him under their breath. Donnie could feel something in his being chipped away each time this occurred, he would not know until years later that this was his empathy being stripped away.

Past the fires, past the trailers and the cages where the animals were housed in better conditions than he and his brothers were kept, towards the line of trees. There he sat and looked up at the night sky, it was far away enough that the calls of the vile audience were muffled like the buzzing of a fly kept under a glass. The moon was crescent shaped and the stars shone around it in patterns he was still trying to learn. Splinter has told him once "That is Orion, the hunter. You see those tree stars there, that is his belt. Scorpio will be near by". It was rare that Splinter was allowed outside alone with the boys, too much fear that he would break free of his chains and escape with them, but on the rare occasion they were together he would impart words of wisdom and comfort.

The breeze was cool against the skin of his cheeks and he looked around at the bustling camp, all preparing for their turn on stage. It was a different story for them, they were not captives of this travelling freak-show but willing participants. They could come and go as they please but most stayed, it was food and board and a chance to be around the other "undesirables" of society, a chance at acceptance. Donnie watched as bearded ladies combed out their moustaches and tightrope walkers went through their routines when his eye caught on a new face in the crowd. He has sandy blond hair and thick stubble about his chin, he was positioned under the hood of a truck, clanging at its insides and muttering to himself. This would not normally catch Donnie's attention if it weren't for the fact that the man looked right at him, smiled and waved before returning to his business. There was a look to his green eyes that crinkled around the edges- folded where thousands of other smiles had come before it, it stirred something in Donnie because he recognised the look. It was the same as his brothers would give him after he offered them another bite of his bread or pressed a cold compress to their fevered foreheads. It was kindness.

It knocked the breath from him, no one ever looked at him but much less smiled. The man was new here, he didn't understand the hierarchy of the show with the ringleaders at the top and him and his family at the very bottom. Soon this man would learn to downcast his eyes when Donnie passed and move away if he stood too close lest the turtle boy's lack of status stain him in some way. Unless Donnie thought I can make him see that I am not so different to him now, before they get to him! Had he known the word, he would have said "befriend", but he did not have any friends, nor know there was a word for it. All he had was his brothers and his father.

Meekly, Donnie rose and walked over the the man, keeping a watchful eye on the other show members to make sure they were not looking and would not interfere. The closer he got the more he could make out, there were tattoos on his arms, a pinup girl wearing a sailors hat, a black panther crouching, the ink was faded and had a greenish tinge to it where he had guessed it was once solid black. He smelt like sandalwood and tobacco and there were twinges of grey in his sandy hair.

"D-do you need any help" Donnie's voice came out small and frightened, this brought a warm smile to the man's face.

"Well, I'm not sure how much you know about cars, but hey, pass me that bolt tightener. The one that looks like a fork without the middle prongs" His voice was syrupy and smooth but deeper than he had expected it to be.

A fork? Donnie didn't know that word and it showed. The man frowned a little, as if in thought and pointed to the tool he was asking for on the ground by Donnie's left foot. He gratefully took it when Donnie handed it over and thanked him.

He was a lion tamer, by the name of Frank, and had moved here from a south. He liked to hum while he worked and would point out different parts of the engine to Donnie while he adjusted them. He was patient and often patted Donatello on the back when he said something Frank found amusing.

Eventually the truck was fixed despite the lack of light the flashlight was giving in the dark of the night and the engine purred like he imagined the panther on Frank's arm would, had it been real. He had instructed Donnie on how to help and where to put his slim, 6 year old fingers that could slip into smaller parts of the engine than Frank's could. He would smile with pride when Donnie did was well and patiently instructed when he fell short. The sky had darkened further in the 30 minutes they had stood talking and working so that Donnie guessed his father would be returning back to their room at any moment. He paused before hastily wishing Frank a good night and almost running back to the concrete cell where he spent most of his day.

"Hey, kid!" Frank called after him. "I appreciate your help. Why don't you swing by tomorrow and you can help me feed the lions?"

An invitation, an extension of kindness. Donnie's face lit up just thinking about it. His bare feet were dry and dusty and beginning to really feel the chill in the air but he agreed to meet Frank tomorrow and ran back to his brothers.

That night he would tell his family about the events of the evening and Splinter's eyebrows would knot. He would warn his young son to be careful, that humans are not to be trusted. Donatello would not listen, riding high on the waves of the friendship that was blossoming. It lit a fire in him, one that was almost warm enough stop the chill setting in his bones as he lay beneath his thin covers. But the cold did not upset him tonight, and for the first time he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[son1c]

i got you

[thatskindarough]

I’m not sure about anyone else but I personally have a pretty hard time finding Aziraphale centric fics. Crowley centric fics are really easy to find, stuff that splits C/A evenly is also pretty easy to find.

So I think we should start a thread of Aziraphale centric fics (or at least ones where he gets to take a major role in.)

I’ll go first:

These are the Soul by Mikripetra—This is my comfort fic I love it with my entire being.

Starmaker and Starlight by Nohaljiachi—This one just made me very happy then very sad. It focuses on Aziraphale before the beginning, coming to be friends with the starmaker (angel Crowley)

Prax In Terris —by Oatmeal Addiction I love this one because it captures the spirit of good omens perfectly. Genuinely if s3 was a fanfiction this (and the other fic in this series) is what I’d want it to be. Now it is not exactly Aziraphale centric, it does split time pretty evenly with Crowley and Muriel, but I love Aziraphale’s role in this, and he gets to be really interesting and stubborn. (Maybe not for all readers who dislike face value interpretations of the FF though.) It’s a wip about the second coming and I’m very curious where the author is gonna take it.

If you want, please feel free to add any Aziraphale centric fics to this post and also please shamelessly self-rec your own fics

(Edited to add the author names and also to say thank you for everyone recommending things, it makes me and I’m sure other Aziraphale fans very happy!)

[judasisgayriot]

Riff with Patrick Greatest Hits PART 1 (Part 2 here) x x x x x x (some of the best flirting banter from tourdust/2ourdust mwah)

[turtleblogatlast]

Imo the most impressive thing Leo’s done is hold this pose for as long as he did while covered head to toe in gold paint:

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[creepst-crypt]

Boing boing

[themakeupbrush]

Dolce & Gabbana Alta Moda 2023 Part 2

[moonkhao]

Someone who's single might be unlucky here.

WE ARE | EP15

[glassclownz]

bill cipher’s un-motivational posters (READ TO FEEL BAD ABOUT YOURSELF!!!)

[tricoufamily]

look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes—

prev | next

[polin-erospsyche]

So Colin dreaming of Pen, an incredibly sexy mirror scene where he undresses her as they are both watching, a very heated carriage ride, a piece of furniture getting broken and now a sex montage?

[nenoname]

Journal 3’s references to Stan

Post-Portal Ford

"How is it that I am back? It turns out that despite my warnings and possibility of global catastrophe, Stanley managed to re-activate the portal and bring me back to my home dimension. While his intentions might have been pure, he was just as careless bringing me back as he was knocking me through in the first place. He destroyed the portal in the process, risked endangering the entire fabric of reality, and even found himself the target of a federal manhunt by the U.S. governement (a logical progression from his days in the principal's office)."

"When I first saw him, I assumed I had once again found myself in an alternate parallel dimension! Gone was the stubborn mullet-haired, frostbitten vagabond who had pushed me into the portal many years earlier, replaced by a wrinkly carnival barker with my father's face, fez, and girdle.

I'd spent the last 30 years contemplating what I might do if I saw Stanley again. Would I even be able to look him in the eye after what he did? Would I apologize for shutting him out of my life?"

"As it turned out, instinct took over and I punched him right in the face. I feel kind of bad about that!

Face- Inherited Dad's nose and Mom's untrustworthy tongue.

Gut- I've spent the last 30 years keeping up an extensive exercise and diet regimen. Stanley... hasn't.

Suit- Dad's suit, which he gave me after graduation. He thought I'd wear it for my wedding. I thought I'd wear it to accept an award. Instead, Stanley has used it to trick tourists and sell key chains."

"Machinery- Operated my portal like a monkey pretending to be a mechanic. Half of the instruments are held together with duct tape.

Yes, despite the extra pounds and wrinkles, Stanley is still the irresponsible, shortcut-loving overgrown child I remember from the past. Most unbelievable: his first thought upon seeing me again was to expect a thank-you - a THANK YOU - after destroying my life!

Even worse, he spent the last 30 years avoiding the law by faking his own death, impersonating me, and scamming the local townsfolks with a moneymaking ruse so absurd it would even make my profit-loving father blush. Once a cheater, always a cheater. And it turns out he's become a fraud for a living. I nearly fainted when I saw what he had done to..."

[THE MYSTERY SHACK] "Unbelievable. Once a haven of scientific study, the cabin I built with my grant money has been transformed by Stanley over the years into a hokey freak show that mocks everything about the study of the paranormal!

Signage- There are legal disclaimers in almost-impossible-to-see fine print painted up and down nearly every entryway. It's a wonder Stanley hasn't been sued yet.:

“Walking around my old lab, I feel like a dead man’s ghost haunting a strange fun house mirror version of his past life, I resolve to take back my home and rebuild the life that Stanley has taken from me.”

“The strangest thing about [Soos] is his utter idolization of my brother Stanley.”

"At least there is some GOOD news: I am a great uncle! (Or "grunkle," as Stanley seems oddly insistent on saying.) Apparently, Sherman Pines's grandkods have been staying with Stanley for the summer. (It's hard to believe the parents would trust these kids with Stanley; they clearly thought he was ME!)"

[Mabel] "Shares the family sweet tooth. Diet seems to consist solely of items with the word ‘gummy’ in them. I will need to discuss nutrition with Stanley.”

[Dipper] “Observations: 1) Constantly sweating. Perhaps he takes after Stanley. (…) 4) Rank odor. Clearly hasn’t bathed recently. Stanley should never be put in charge of children!”

“It is just as I feared; apparently, Stanley’s reckless use of the machine overtaxed it and ripped a tear in the dimensional fabric- the same way an overheated oven might burn a hole in kitchen linoleum.”

“Containment dome- A home for the Rift. Admittedly, I was inspired by the snow globes in Stanley’s gift shop.”

“When I tried to share my burdens with my brother, he knocked me into the portal, separating me from my home for 30 years.”

“Stanley always mocked my love of [DD&MD], and even some of my college friends called it "Girlfriend Repellant.”“

"Well, the harm in showing the [infinity sided die] to Dipper turned out to be quite large. During one of our games, my hotheaded brother got his hands on it and accidentally conjured this jerk.”

“I’m proud to say that the Pines family was able to beat the wizard at his own game. Stan’s contribution was (of course) to cheat our way to victory.”

“Ironically, in the multiverse I’m just as wanted as Stanley! But my crimes had a noble purpose”

“Stan would have loved this place, but it just made me depressed. Although I had a good run in the Gambling Dimension, the dimensional bouncers ended up kicking me out for counting cards! What are the odds?”

“[The Oracle] looked deep into my eyes and said I had the face of the man who was destined to destroy Bill.”

[A Better World] “On this Earth, I was never pushed into the portal by Stan. On this Earth, my brother listened to me and took Journal 1 away from Gravity Falls.”

“I reentered the world of my youth to face a brother I had not seen in 30 years. My frustration was indescribable- once again, my brother’s actions had sabotaged everything I had ever worked toward.”

“To help Dipper understand, I borrowed Stanley’s car, and we drove until we reached the town border of Gravity Falls.”

“I suggested it would be a good time for Stan to take the kids on that road trip he’s been talking about while I puzzle over [the cracked Rift]”

Other sections: Pre-Portal, Post-Weirdmageddon, Lost Journal pages + Ford's letters

[coffee-master]

IDEAS FOR FICS PART 1 [FIDDLESTAN]

-> #Free ideas to use (to find more similar things for fics)

Fiddlestan idea, where Stanley and Fiddleford work together to fix the and bring Stanford back.

During this time they come closer to each other and while feeling like mess they both help each other fix some things.

They both are basically a walking mess with Trauma.

Stanley helps Fiddleford during his panic attacks and calms him down when needed. Stan gives him attention and always listenes about his problems (the divorce and difficul situation with his son. Stanley also helps Fids with quiting his addiction (the memorygun).

Fiddleford made Stan aware that he isn't a worse copy of Stanford. He tells him that he is loved and once Stan opens up to him. Fidds explains how fucked up Stan's whole situation was. Moreover he shows affection to such a touch-starved person that Stanley was at that moment.

Stan and Fiddleford get closer to each other during their bonding time, until they fall for each other and form a relationship.

[They smoke together, go out and Fidds even started teaching Stan playing banjo (with difficulties but still)]

For years they try to open the portal once again, but without the other journals this seems almost impossible. [Just a reminder that the whole portal thing was Bill's idea and he gave Stanford the project. In conclution very HARD TO DO]

And then years later Dipper and Mabel show up..!

Fiddleford and Stanley are in relationship for 30 years. They basically are the "old married couple" But historians will say that they are just 'roommates'.

Mabel basically can smell the romance from distance, while Dipper is ignorant/unaware until someone pointed out this to him.

Stanley & Fidds even have matching earings!

[Also Fidds likes to call Stan Darlin', Hun and Stan calls Fidds Cowboy eventually That's My Cowboy! When noone is around]

Fidds never went crazy or anything. He even repaired his relationship with son! Yes, he might have still got some brain damage from using the gun in the past. (So from time to time he can be forgetfull) But he is better now!

When Stanford comes back there is also a lot of mess. Ford punches Stan and Fidds is right behind him to help him. Stanford is mostly confused by everything that at first he doesn't even notice that Fiddleford and Stanley are in a relationship.(He's just as blind as Dipper)

There is some arguing and Fiddleford is pretty much pissed at Ford for being ungratefull.

Once he overheard Stanford "talk" to Stan that "at the end of this summer you give me back my identyti, my house and this all mystery shack is over"

And he confronted Ford immediately yelling at him that "the world doesn't go around him" And he had no idea how much sacrificed for him and how both of them suffered. (After that 'conversation' I think that Ford finally sensed that something was going on between Fidd and Stanley]

Shortly after Fidd "talked" with Ford, he immiediately went to Stanley, assuring him that everything is gonna be alright and they are both in this together. That he is NOT alone.

[I feel like everyone saw at least once that time of fiddlestan au in art or something BUT-]

LET'S FINALLY GET TO THE MAIN POINT!!!

In this au everything goes similar to the canon, so Weirdmagedon still happened. Everything happened in a similar way and in the end Stanley saved the town. (Pls no jokes)

Ford had to erase his memories, with the memory gun. The weapon that Fiddleford once created and almost ruined his life. And now it erased the mind of the man he loved.

Fidds after realised what happened he was devastated.

He was furious at Ford's action, even though it was the only way to save everyone.

He was heartbroken seeing the man he loves not recognising him. As if there was noone on the other side.

The guilt was eating him alive, knowing well that HE created the gun that took away his love of life.

And after learning that it was Stanley's plan to use the memory gun on himself and not Ford's.. Fiddleford was basically tearing up.

Seeing Stan's lack of reaction after waking up and seeing his 'loved ones' and not recognising them was heart-breaking. Stanley didn't seem to remember neither his nephews nor brother or even him.

When Stan looks at him. There is nothing.

It hurts to look at the man you love. You can't help, but see that he doesn't see you the same way or even recognise you. That there is nothing beside the lost gaze and lack of connection. No smiles, no love. Just confusion.

And even though the Stanley he once know was 'erased', Fiddleford takes a deep breath and with clear sadness in voice says:

"He was there for me when my mind was falling apart and now I'm gonna take care of him." And then hugs gently confused Stan.

I belive that it would take more time for them to bring Stan's memories back. (But that's up to you how you want it)

I imagine that there would be a lot more trouble with gaining back memory for Stan. Like maybe very slowly.

Their first attempts would be unsuccessfully. No improvement. Staley doesn't remmeber anything about his live. Fotos are blank for him. He even misstooks his photo with children, thinking that on the picture is Ford and not him.

"I'm sorry, I- I really don't remmeber any of this.." Stanley said, while holding the photo album.

Everyone would be devastated. Soos, Ford, twins and Fiddleford.

But suprisingly, Fiddleford would be the one who would 'seem' to be the calmest of all of them at least on the surface. He spends a lot of time with Stanley, not necessary trying to restor Stan's memory, but geniuently spend some pleasant time together.

But deeply inside Fidds is actually really strugling. Just instead of thinking about the pain, he tries to focus on helping Stanley. He had a first hand experience with memory issues and he doesn't want Stan to suffer the same.

He also tries make Stanley feel as comfortable as possible in the New situation, while trying to bond.

They drink coffee, they watch tv, they talk. Maybe not necessary about his past.. (Stanley feels pressured, every time someone tries to recall his memories without any results) So with Fidds, he feels more relaxed.

Stanley generally feels around Fiddleford most comfortable. (He doesn't feel any obligation) And he genuelly likes him and EVEN MORE he starts to like him to the point that he's questioning himself.

Stanley: I think, I might have a crush on Fidds..?

Mabel geniuently touched that even after loosing memories the true love still remained around around them, but also jealous due to the fact that he still doesn't recall her : ...

Mabel: He's literally your husband.

Stanley: He is?? I mean- But I don't even know him..?

[Sometimes someone needs to remind Stanley that he's married to Fidds. He forgets it often, since it sounds so unrealistic for him]

Also, when Stan starts 'crushing' on Fidds, Fiddleford is very aware of it.

He immiediately catches up on simple signals like

- Random nervousness

- Playing with hands

- Unnecesarry jokes at wrong time

Just the same behaviour as from 30 years ago, when Stanley started catching feelings for him. [It makes him happy to see this once again]

Fiddleford pretends that he doesn't know. He doesn't want Stan to freak out or something.

And it goes like this..

They spend some time. Twins still try to regain Stan's memory in any way possible. Ford feels helpless. And during this time they are rebuiling the mystery shack.. (because they need a place to sleep, am I right?)

Until one day..

Fiddleford was sitting outside, taking a break from repairing the shack. All of this still seamed unrealistic for him.

He was alone.

He needed to be alone.

He felt as everything was falling apart with him all together.. He just needed some time alone. If he was about to have a breakdown, he didn't want to anyone see it.

Not Ford, not kids and especially not Stanley.

He just needed to f̸̯̞̤̻̬̯̣͙͉̿̑̾͌ͅo̶̧̅r̵̫̹̟̱̖̺̝̐̾͌̄͋̈́͜͠ḡ̴̹̰̘̫͍͇̜͜ę̵̞̯̗̺̗͙̈́͑̀̓̓̆͠t̸̡̛̞̭̪͖̬̱̮͋́̋͝ chill a little-

Then as the man sighed, he saw in the corner of his eye his lying banjo. He hadn't played in a while.. It was his firt though.

So without overthinking, the man took his instrument and started playing some random nutes. After all music always calmed him down a little.

Before he could even notice, nutes turned into melody, into songs he once used to play often during this summer and not only..

It was like this until a familiar face arrived.

"Huh, I like this melody." Stanley said with a small smile, looking directly at his instrument.

Fiddleford looked at his partner, slightly confused and shocked by his arrival. Something made him stop playing, as he realised that what he was playing they both used to love.

They used to play it regulary.

So there was no suprise, that Fiddleford hoped that maybe just maybe would be some kind of recognision. Unfortunately as soon as he met Stan's clueless eyes, he knew the answer.

"Really?" But instead of shoving his dissapointment, Fidds just asked him kindly.

"It's nice." He said as he sat next to the man with a banjo. "Keep going." Stanley encouraged him and how was he supposed to say no?

So he played. Just to see more smile on his face. Just to act as if this was normal. As they used to do.

After a while he noticed, how the other man started staring at his instrument. Fidds saw the curiousity in his eyes, and how paid attention to his movement.

Then he paused to Stans shock.

"Wanna try?" He offered with a gentel smile.

"Try?" Stan sounded suprised. "Nah, I'm gonna break this little thing." He said unsurely. "These hands are pretty clumsy recently." He joked.

"Break it? Such nonsense." Fidd chuckled with a smile and placed the banjo in Stanleys hands. "The least could happen is for one of the string to break. Don't worry."

Despite his first protest in the end Stan looked at the instrument and took it in his hands gently.

Then the man ran his hand over the instrument and all the strings rang.

"Nice." He commented. "How do you start?" Stanley asked and it took Ford a second to realise what he was asking for.

"You start with this one." He answered shortly, pointing at one of the strings. "You know.. you won't be able to play the same song at first try, it takes-"

Fiddleford was interrupted, as Stan started playing. To his suprise it wasn't any kind of weird noises by pulling random strings. No, nothing like that.

It didn't even seem as his first try, when they were young and Fiddleford started teaching Stan playing on banjo.

It was the same melody he played just a second ago.

And it wasn't just a mare try.

He did it perfectly. Just as if he knew this song.

As if he knew how to play it.

As if he remembered it.

And it didn't seem as if he was putting in this any kind of effort.

Stanley just played.

And he seemed so happy and relaxed, until he finished and the realisation hit him hard.

"How.. how did you do this?" Fidds asked first.

"I.." Stan started just as confused as he was. "I don't know." He admited trufully. "My hands were just moving on its own." He tried to explain, but seemed just as lost as him. "I didn't- I didn't think what I was doing. It just happened." He finished, looking directly at Fiddleford very confused, as if looking for the answer.

Fidds confused as him, tried not to give himself unrealistic hopes.

When it came to Amnesia it rarely affected motor skills, according to the researches. Just like walking or ridding a bike. So that would explain this 'phenomen'.

He did it instinctively.

"I teached you this one." In the end Fidds decided to be trufully. "We played it lots of times, until you didn't need the sheet music."

"Oh." Stanley said clearly dissapointment.

For a moment Fiddleford was afraid, that mentioning the past would made Stan uncomfortable, or make silent.

But fortunatelly Stanley fast showed that it didn't bothered him this time.

"Was I a good student?" Stan asked instead with a smirk. "Seems pretty easy for me." Then he added with cockyness, which made Fidds only chuckle.

"The worst one." He couldn't help himself, but taste his patience a little.

"Watch it Cowboy." The man said with smirk, so full of himself as he played a few random, but melodic notes on banjo.

And just then-

"Wait- What did you just call me?" Fiddleford asked rapidly, hoping that he didn't overheard wrong.

Stan looked at him again, taking a pause, as if trying to recall what he said.

"A Cowboy." He said slowly, realising he didn't know why he choosed this kind of words.

"Stanley, I've never mentioned that I am a Cowboy, nor that I'm a fan of them.." Fidds said immiediately and once he saw the expression on his partner's face , he knew. "Stanley." He said so hopefully and full of love. "You.."

He wanted to say You remember

He wanted to reach him..

"I-" The man in fornt of him sounded so confused, but also so hopefull at the same time.

But then rapidly grabbed his head, with a hiss.

"I- think I'm gonna have a headache-" He added painfully.

At once Fiddleford moved to him, taking him gently by his back.

"Shh.. Take it slowly, dear." Fidds said gently to calm him down.

Even though inside he bursting with excitement Stan's healt was his piority number one.

And then Stanley started regaining his memories back!!!! :D

This idea is free to use. If you want you can write a fic about it or just do anything.

Hopefully you enjoyed this idea!!!

[More Fiddlestan ideas]: Part 2(in progress)

[MasterPost]

[carn-e-vil]

oh yeah.... im making aus now.... florist au but al haitham is a part time employee at the plant nursery tighnari owns and kaveh keeps running into him