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What if... - Milly lost interest in Music

Warnings - None

Ships - Seally (platonic)

Type - Hurt/Comfort

Word count - 680

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Milly walked into the music room, there was something she wanted to get off her chest but she needed to vent to someone she could trust. She walked in, only to find a tall ravenette cleaning the room. Sean smiled, "Hey Milly" "Hey, Sean" she muttered.

The boy frowned a little before smiling "Uh-Oh, what's wrong, devil?" Milly looked up in surprise, "How'd you know?" Sean smiled wider. "Well, first off. You didn't call me boomer" he said pointing at the pinkette "And second. You don't have the 'I-accidentally-planted-a-bomb-in-your-house' look" he said mimicking the younger's voice, to which she smiled.

She sat on his desk and sighed. "Actually there is something I wanna talk about" Sean looked at her sympathetically, signaling that she could continue "Sean.." she began "Don't you think there is anything better we can do?" Sean looked confused "You mean music? Well we could try to do some Indie or pop or-" "NO! I mean, don't you think there's anything better we can do than music?"

Sean went silent "What are you trying to say?" He whispered. The girl sighed "I'm saying that, I want to try something else. Y'know, something that'll actually make sense for me to do" "Oh" that's all he could say, "Is there anything in particular" He tried to sound happy, but he was crushed. His best friend was giving up on her passion like nothing at all! "I was thinking about joining the football team, and I was wondering if.." "if?" "If you want to join too!" She said enthusiastically. Sean, on the other hand, was not.

"No" "What?" Milly was surprised, Sean always agreed to her ideas "I Said NO!" He exclaimed "Ever since we became friends I've always gone along with your ideas. But I am NOT giving up on my passion, because you don't like it anymore!" Milly was shocked, but it was soon replaced with anger. She stormed out not wanting to talk to the male anymore. Sean sighed, tears spilling down. 'I didn't mean to sound harsh' he thought silently

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

It had been two weeks since Milly left the club, and had her fight with Sean. She joined the football team, and the bullying stopped almost instantly. She felt like she finally had a purpose. But it was different. The team didn't treat her like the club did. Nobody even bothered to listen to her ideas, let alone go along with them. Multiple times she passed the music room, the club rehearsing. Contemplating whether to apologize or not. But her pride wouldn't let her and she'd walk away quickly, trying to drown out the memories she had.

One day though, when she thought no one was in there, she sneaked in. only to be surprised to find a certain ravenette cleaning. They stared at each other for a while, both waiting for the other to speak. "Hey..." Milly said, waving her hand slightly while she moved her eyes onto the floor.

She heard shuffling, she looked up quickly "Sean I'm-" She was interrupted by a hug "I'm sorry...." came from the older "I didn't mean what I said back then" She hugged back "No, I'm sorry..I can't believe I thought I could replace our club with some jocks" both broke apart, smiling. "And, I was wondering if..." "If?" Sean encouraged, smirking, already knowing what she was going to say "...If I could join the club again?" she muttered.

Sean laughed "Milly, you don't have to ask about that. You're always gonna be a member of our little family" Both smiled for a second, enjoying the silence, until it was broken by Sean "So, wanna ditch this place, and go get pizza?" This time Milly laughed. "Looks like a few weeks without me, brought out your bad side" she snickered as the male playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever" He said, throwing his arm around her shoulder. Both walked out laughing about whatever they could. Milly missed this, and there was no way she was going to give up on it ever again.

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I thought this was kinda wholesome ngl :)

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ze-land-fill · 2 months ago

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What if... - Luke got beat up by the Jomies every day.

Warnings - Abusive parents, bullying, violence, mention of suicidal thoughts

Ships - none

Type - Angst

Word count - 350

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Luke walked down the hallway of the school, his day had started out like shit. First he had tripped down the stairs at his house. Then his step-mom had gotten abusive, and he could still feel the newly formed bruises stinging. He limped through the empty corridor to his locker. He was about to take out his books, when a group of teens walked by him laughing.

Luke froze. Immediately recognizing the voices. "OH SHUT UP LIAM! You're just jealous that Stacy likes me better than you" Luke closed his locker quickly, not wanting to deal with any of their crap.

But of course, his bad luck still hadn't left him alone. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here~" Drew smirked and approached him slowly. Luke gripped his books tighter, as he was swirled around on his heel. He could see the regretful look that Jake had. Drew gestured for the others to come closer.

Luke gulped, closing his eyes tightly, preparing for the worst. He waited 4 seconds... 12 seconds... 20 seconds... nothing happened, he opened one eye a little, and that's when he felt it. A sharp pain in his cheek. He felt hot liquid leak into his mouth. He prepared for another blow, and it came soon after, as a blow to his gut. He felt the air being punched out of him. He fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. The books on the floor, his blood staining his scarf, he felt three pairs of eyes, glaring down and boys laughing at him.

They walked away, but Luke remained on the ground. He leaned on the lockers and buried his head in his knees, and cried. He cried till he thought he couldn't cry anymore. He was done with this. He was done with this shit. He stood up. Blood was still running down his face, and smiled. 'One day..' he thought 'When I have the courage, I'll do it' As he picked up his books and walked to class. Old and new thoughts clouding his mind from everything and everyone outside. 'One day...soon'

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IMPOTANT!: If you or anyone you know is a victim to bullying or parental abuse, please seek help immediately, for your own health and safety!

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What if... - Zander had and abusive ex.

Warnings - Physical abuse, mentions of past abuse

Ships - Lander

Type - Hurt/Comfort

Word count - 488

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Tuesday afternoon, 11:43, at school

Zander was walking down the hallway to band rehearsals, and mentally prepared himself for some bullshit from Milly. He was reading through his English textbook, before revising his piano notes. Not wanting to waste any time when he got there.

Zander was so absorbed in his notes that he didn't notice someone walk up to him. It wasn't till a pair of strong arms pinned him to the nearby wall, did he look up to see who it was. The color drained from his face, when he realized who it was. "Hey there, Alex~"

Zander looked around frantically, there was no one else in the hallway. "Aww, Alex, don't look so surprised to see me" "Get the hell away from me, Matthew!" He exclaimed through gritted teeth. The grip on his arms loosened and the lilac-eyed male huffed. But he immediately gasped when he felt one hand cup his cheek, and the other holding his free hand tightly in place.

Zander winced as he felt tears forming in his eyes, the taller male glared down at the teary-eyed boy. "I don't think I've seen you this sad, since the day I said we were over" He smirked leaning in to kiss the male. Zander squirmed in Matthew's embrace, tears streaming down his face, trying to get out, but failing. It felt painful, he hated it. He wanted it to stop. "Let. Him. Go"

The two broke the kiss, Matthew turned his head to see dull, icy, golden eyes, glaring at him. The taller male smirked again. "So this is your replacement for me" he laughed, "Like he's any better than I wa-" there was a flash. The next thing Zander knew, he saw Matthew holding his nose, blood pouring out. He proceeded to stare at his boyfriend's bloody knuckle, before coming to the conclusion. Luke had broken Matthews nose.

"Get. LOST!" Luke yelled, and the boy scrambled to his feet and ran off. Zander felt two warm arms slide around his torso. "Zandy?" "Hm?" He replied, still shocked. "Who was that?" Zander couldn't help but smile at the slight jealousy in his lover's voice. He was about to reply when a sharp pain went through his arm.

Luke stared down at the bruise, blood beginning to boil. "Zander, who was that?" he asked again. This time, Zander couldn't help but cry. "H-He...He's my ex" Zander had tears streaming down his face now and Luke held him in his arms, soothing him. "He was never the kind of person to show aff-affection. And when I found him with his girlfriend one night.." Luke remained silent, letting the other finish "..He slapped me, and said we were over" Luke made the younger look up, kissing his forehead. "I swear Zander, I will never ever do anything like that to you" Zander smiled at that. "I know, that's why I love you so much"

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IMPORTANT!: If you or anyone you know is in a abusive relationship, please seek help immediately, for you own health and safety!

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Multifandom December Prompts 2024

Day 7. "Skiing/Snowboarding"

Fandom: The Music Freaks

Word Count: 1,225

Summary: Snowboards, skis, sleds. and a buncha teens. Chaos ensuses

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“This is NOT a good idea! Someone will die-”

“-of fun !”

“No- Wait! Luke- No- Stop!”

He did not, in fact, stop. And instead, Luke pushed the sled down the hill, grabbed onto the rope that was attached to the back of it, and held on for dear life as Zander rode the sled and he slid down right behind him on his snowboard.

Luke cheered with delight at the rush. Zander… Not so much.

“LUKE-!” -then there was continuous screaming for the 45 seconds it took to reach the bottom of the hill.

When they did reach the bottom, Luke fell into the snow and laughed, his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, his body buzzing from the adrenaline. He sat up, face flushed, and cheeks hurting from smiling. Zander looked at him in pure terror,

“That was traumatic.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “No, that’s called ‘having fun’ . Ever heard of it?” He grinned innocently. Zander scowled at him. “I will get you back for this, y’know. Just you watch.”

Luke laughed and unclipped his boots from his board, he stood up, brushing off some snow. He leaned down and kissed Zander on the cheek, “Sure you will.” he smiled, before running back to the ski-lift to go back up the hill.

Zander watched from a distance, already crafting his master plan.

“Hey Sean!”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna race~”

He blinked once, before grinning smugly. “Oh, It is so on.”

“On your marks… Get set… Go !” Jake shouted.

Milly ran from where she stood, and jumped onto her mattress at the same time as Sean kicked himself forward on his snowboard.

They shot off. Milly cackled in a high pitched voice as she lay on her stomach, sliding down on her mattress faster than she could blink. Though Sean wasn’t easily beat. He lowered his knees and sped up.

They were neck and neck, going down fast and dangerously close. Just as they were about to hit the last hill, Milly’s mattress sled off the side of a ramp, derailing her course. She screamed as she went crashing straight into Sean.

The two ended up rolling down the rest of the way. And crashed into a soft pile of snow at the bottom of the hill.

When they got out, they collapsed on the snow, panting heavily as they watched the clouds, laying opposite each other.

“Are you alive?” Sean asked, between heavy breaths. “Yeah… You?”

“Barely.”

They laughed.

“My board went somewhere.” Sean realized.

“Shit, i think my mattress actually sled away from me-” Milly commented. She groaned loudly.

“We should probably go find those, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“I totally won that race by the way.” Sean remarked.

They laughed loudly against each other.

“Okay, Jake. This is easy! You’ve gotten far on the small hills, now just try it on this one.”

Jake, was not exactly eager to please.

“Are you kidding?! Did you not see the way Sean and Milly just crashed?! What if that happens to me?!”

Hailey shook her head. “The track is basically empty. And, the only reason they crashed is because they’re idiots and were going too close to each other.”

Jake looked down at the sloping hill, and gulped. “You- You’ll be right behind me, though. Right?” He turned, uncertainty evident on every inch of his face.

Hailey’s expression softened and she held out a thumbs up.

Jake breathed out slowly.

“Okay.”

“Alright! So for the first part, you want to keep your knees bent, it’ll help with your balance. Then, when you get near the bottom, you turn your legs inwards just like before, to slow down- Yes! Just like that! So then-”

They were interrupted by a loud thud, and zander dropped his sled on the snow and fell back on it. He looked up to acknowledge their existence. “What are you two doing?”

“Getting Jake to go down the blue track.”

“Push him.”

Jake looked alarmed at the suggestion. “NO! Do NOT push him!”

Zander smiled, and leaned back on his sled.

Hailey rolled her eyes at him, but turned her attention back towards Jake. “C’mon Jake, you got this! I believe in you.”

He took a deep breath, and looked ahead. He used his ski pole to push himself forward, slowly, until eventually, gravity took a hold of him, and he started going down on his own.

He sped up quickly- What was it that Hailey said?! Right! Bend the knees. Keep your balance. Turn your feet.

But the thing that she had forgotten to mention. Was what to do in case of a ramp. And he was heading straight for one.

He turned frantic. He tried turning his feet inwards like Hailey had taught him, to slow down. But he was already going too fast. And It was already too late.

He flew off the ramp, It would have felt exhilarating if he weren’t busy panicking over the landing. He felt his body fly through the air, he felt- Light.

Then he descended, and his skis hit the snow, and-

He didn’t die.

He didn’t die?!

He didn’t die!

Somehow, throughout his flight, despite his frantic thoughts, he’d managed to bend his knees when he landed. He literally landed the jump off the ramp!

When he got to the bottom, he didn't try to stop, and instead, let his skis skid to a halt on the snow. And when they did. He fell to his knees, his skis still hooke. He threw his hands in the air and cheered.

Pretty soon, Hailey was down right next to him, and she congratulated him greatly.

“See! I knew you had it in you.”

He laughed. “Hah! No you didn’t! You nearly killed me!”

“What-?”

“I have no idea-”

He laughed again, and so did she.

Almost everyone sat around the fire, roasting marshmallows in the flames.

Milly frantically shook her skewer as her marshmallow had caught fire, and ended up dropping it in the fire anyway. She pouted and Hailey laughed as she handed her another one.

Luke came up to them, looking around confusedly. “Hey, Guys… Have any of you seen my snowboard?”

No one said anything. No one needed to.

Zander bit loudly into his s’more, and looked up at Luke, who was staring right at him.

“Whaf?” He asked, through his mouthful of s’more.

Luke knelt down next to him. “Zander. Sweetie. Light of my life… What did you do to my snowboard?” He asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

Ander shrugged innocently, but the smile on his face said anything but.

“Oh, Y’know, just, wanted to see if it lived up to the name.”

“What in the world is that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t worry. It’s still in one piece.”

Luke let out a sigh of relief. Didn’t really last long.

“...Except that, that piece is under deep, deep, deep, snow.” he says, Calmly, as he pointed to the pile of snow that Milly and Sean had crashed into earlier.

Luke fell to his knees, put his head in his head and groaned. He grumbled loudly over his hands. “I will absolutely get you back for this!”

Zander gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled. “Sure you will.” And he bit into his s’more.

Everyone burst out laughing. Lovely day in the mountains. Lovely day indeed.

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Thank You for reading! (COMMENTS ARE REALLY APPRECIATED!!!)

~ Remzy

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Multifandom December Prompts 2024

Day 6. "Holiday Movies"

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Word Count: 1,397

Summary: Pidge and Hunk hack space web. lance Pirates movies. A marathon of mixed feelings ensues.

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Lance cheered loudly, as the hologram screen appeared in front of him. Hunk sat in a corner, and wiped the sweat off his brow. But the smile on his face was evident.

Pidge poked her head through the door, “Did it work?”

Lance - Who had now jumped on top of the seats in the lounge - turned and nodded excitedly. “You know what that mean~”

Hunk and Pidge looked at each other, then at Lance. They all exchanged a look, and nodded simultaneously.

“Hunk- Get the snacks. Pidge, get the others. And I’ll find our movies.”

Hunk gave a salute and scurried off to the kitchen. Pidge left to gather the others. And Lance, he began compiling all the great classics. The ones his grandparents had shown him that they grew up with.

Pidge wandered the halls, until she came across the training deck. Sure enough, Keith was there, fighting aggressively against the training bot. He was trying a new style, after Shiro's insistence and Alluras encouragement, where he switched between using his bayard and blade.

“Keith!”

He blocks a hit from the bot. “What?”

“Come to the lounge, we have to show you something!”

“Why?” He asked, standing still for just a second to look at her, before immediately jumping away from another attack.

“It’s important.”

“Fine! Yes, okay. I’ll be there!” He shouts, blocking the spear with his bayard and thrusting his blade into the chest of the robot.

Shiro was with Allura and Coran, debriefing about the recent spike in Galra activity in the Xolon System, though they were interrupted by Pidge peeking through the door.

“Guys! We did a thing!” She shouted. Coran and Allura turned, an expression of intrigue plastered on their faces. Shiro was less amused.

“Pidge… What did you do?”

She grinned, “Come to the lounge, and see for yourself.”

Shiro did not want to. But Coran, Allura and Pidge’s insistence got to him.

Keith was the last one to join them, unsurprisingly. He walked over to, and sat down on one of the couches. Hunk walked through the door, a tray of snacks and drinks hovering after him.

Allura’s eyes sparkled. “What in the world are these?” She asked, picking up a popcorn kernel.

Hunk answered, just as enthusiastic. “Oh, oh! So, back on earth we have this great invention called *Popcorn!* and- these ones aren’t like the ones back home. But I found out, that if you use the gunk from the food goo machine, and mix it from those manure seeds from that crazy tentacle people planet, you can get a pretty good replica. AND, for salt I used the weird glitter stuff we found on the ground back on-

“OKAY! Let’s not talk about the weird ingredients in the very good food… Please.” Lance pleaded.

Everyone nodded unanimously. Keith raised an eyebrow at the holographic screen. “So… What exactly are we doing here?”

“Oh yeah! Pidge, if you could please-” Lance pointed to Pidge.

“Well, we ran a few quick comparisons between the current star-cycle that we’re following and the time it takes for one rotation on Earth. But we got messed up a little, because of that wormhole. And the time got all weird. Kinda like time zones- But! After running a few calculations, we figured out that, the time we’re in right now, is around the same time as Christmas back on Earth!”

Shiro’s expression brightened, finally, something that made sense.

Coran and Allura looked between themselves. “Krissmas?” Coran asked.

Shiro turned to explain. “It’s a wonderful holiday that happens at the end of the Earth year. It’s all about celebration, and joy, and spending time with loved ones.”

Allura smiled brightly, “That sounds absolutely wonderful!”

“And the movies! Don’t forget the movies!” Lance chimed in. “Which- Bring us to this very important meeting! Pidge, Hunk and I, through some mechanical-magical-jibber-jabbery managed to find-”

He pressed some buttons on the small holographic keypad next to him and pointed extravagantly at the large screen.

“-all the Earth Classics!”

There was silence for a minute, before Shiro set his eyes on them.

“So… You pirated Earth movies off the intergalactic web.”

Lance’s expression went blank, and he became flustered. “I- Well-... Okay, yes. Maybe- But regardless! We’re having a Christmas movie marathon!”

Allura nodded enthusiastically, but leaned in towards Coran. “What in the world did he just say??” Coran leaned in just as close. “I believe it’s some sort of, festive ritual, related to this ‘Krissmas’ holiday…” he scratched his mustache thoughtfully.

“Let the marathon… COMENCE!”

Movie 1 - How The Grinch Stole Christmas

“Why in the world is he green?” Allura sked

“He just is.” Lance answered

Coran squinted his eyes. “I don’t understand, if the holiday is all about happiness. Then why is he trying to take that away from everyone??”

Hunk was about to answer. “He’s misunderstood. He just needs someone to give him a hug-”

“Wait- If he’s ‘disguised’ when he’s wearing the Santa costume, does that mean he was naked before that?”

Everyone turned to Pidge. And then back to the screen.

The rest of the movie was an awkward experience.

Movie 2 - Elf

“That is probably the worst thing that could ever happen.” Hunk exclaimed.

“Whas af you falking about?” Lance asked, a mouthful of popcorn.

“Imagine just going about your day, and then you find out, your whole life is a lie. And you’re not who you thought you were, and that your parent is still out there, and then when you finally meet them, you're met with so many questions and not enough answers- That must be horrible to go through!”

Everyone goes silent for a second, who would’ve thought that a comedic christmas movie could hold such deeply rooted themes-

A snort sounds through the room, as Keith throws a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Been there, done that.”

When he finds everyone staring he looks around confused.

“What? You said something and I related my experience. Was that not something I was supposed to do?”

Lance scowled at him. “Congrats, You’ve unlocked a new level of dislike towards you.”

Keith just stared at him, throwing his hands up, confused. “What did I do??”

Movie 3 - Home Alone

“That is the smartest and most terrifying child I have ever seen.” Allura remarked.

Pidge cackled from her place on the floor. “This will forever be one of my favorite movies of all time. None of the new stuff compares to this!”

“He’s quite a resourceful fella.” Coran commented, grinning widely.

Keith smiled. “I like this kid.”

Shiro just sighed every time the bandits fell into a trap. Commenting about how, in reality they could very easily catch Kevin. His opinions were overruled for being ‘unrealistic’ and ‘boring’

Movie 4 - The Christmas Chronicles

Loud sniffling was heard throughout the room. Allura and Hunk sat together, tightly hugging each other, tears streaming down both of their faces. Hunk was silently comforting Allura as she cried into his shoulder, tears, staining his own dark cheeks.

Lance sniffled from his place on the floor, though he tried to hide it. Coran wiped tears from his eyes. “Their father died serving the people he loved…”

Shiro moved to sit next to Keith. Who looked more like he was staring through the screen rather than at it. “You holding up okay?” He asked. Nudging the younger’s shoulder. Keith looked up at him, and leaned the slightest bit into his shoulder. “Yeah… I like the movie.” He tried. Shiro patted him on the shoulder.

Pidge leaned her back against Lance’s shoulder and blinked away a tear. She missed Matt, and her dad.

The movie ended in soft sniffles and comforting whispers. And they came to a unanimous decision to let that be the end of their long movie marathon.

No one moved to leave, though. And a quick raid of the nearby storage room, led to an array of pillows and blankets strewn across the couches and the floor.

They exchanged stories, memories, hopes and past wishes. Allura and Coran shared their stories of similar holidays from Altea.

Lance found an old popular Christmas song. Something his great-grandparents, and his grandparents grew up with. The volume was turned low, and the chatter died down.

But whispers of memories and wishes floated in the air, along with the sound of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”

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The fact that I've been in this fandom from the very beginning . from June 10th, 2016 - all the way to the very end. December 6th, 2024.

Today VLD left Netflix, and maybe it left a hole in our space. But it will never leave our hearts <3

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Thank You for reading! (COMMENTS ARE REALLY APPRECIATED!!!)

~ Remzy

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Multifandom December Prompts 2024

Day 5. "Decorating"

Fandom: I Was born for This

Word Count: 1,043

Summary: Rowan has a tree. Jimmy has decorations, Lister has unresolved romantic drama. Chaos ensues.

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Rowan heaved his body onto the sofa. It had taken all his strength to get the pine tree through the door. Jimmy came down the stairs, helping Lister get down. It had been quite a few months since the accident, and Lister had since healed up well. He still needed crutches to walk, but he was off bedrest and the wheelchair, so that was an improvement.

As they both finally came down to meet Rowan, he was already slumped across the sofa, groaning loudly. He looked up at the two, and promptly returned to his grumbling fit.

“You two are evil, I tell you. Evil… Making me carry that damn tree all the way up, all on my own…”

“You sound like a child.” Jimmy laughed, leaning over the back of the sofa. Rowan’s pout definitely didn’t help his case. “I got the fucking tree, now you need to get the decorations.”

Jimmy simply shrugged and went back upstairs. A thud was heard as he pulled open the door to the storage room. “I’m okay!” He yelled, before the muffled sound of rummaging was the only sound.

Rowan sat up straight and leaned back onto the sofa, Lister leaned his head back over the headrest and of course, even while on crutches and an ungodly neck position, he still managed to look stupidly attractive.

Rowan sneaked a glance at Listers close-eyed expression. “So…”

Lister’s eyes opened, and he turned to look at him. “Hmm?”

“Are you two like…” He lifted his hands in front of him, but seemed to forget what to do with them, so they just stayed in the air, awkwardly… (Hey! Kinda like this conversation!)

Lister had a very confused look on his face, and it seemed they were both confused by the hands. “Like…what?”

“Y’know…”

“No? I don’t?? The fuck???”

Rowan pulled his hands down his face and groaned. “Are you two fucking? Or not?”

When he was met with silence, Rowan removed his hands and turned to look at Lister again. And- Well, have you ever been watching YouTube, and that annoying loading circle thing pops up, and you’re at a loss for words, because what the fuck internet!? Have you? Right- Well, That, pretty much describes Lister's facial expression. The whole process.

He processes the information slowly, maybe the pain medicine is finally taking its toll on him. But the way his eyes blow wide when realization finally dawns on him was so fucking hilarious, that Rowan will genuinely regret not having caught that on camera.

Then he’s frantic. Shaking his head wildly, in such a rapid manner, that it physically hurts Rowan’s neck to watch. “No no no- NO! That’s not- Nothing like that- It’s, er- It’s nothing! Really!”

Rowan nods his head sarcastically. “Mhmm, sure. Let’s go with that.”

Lister gets this sort of, alarmed look on his face. “No- Seriously! There’s nothing! I don’t think Jimmy- No, I’m very sure that Jimmy does not feel like that! Towards me- I think.”

Rowan sighs heavily. “Calm down, mate. I was just asking.”

Lister nods, slowly, deliberately, as if waiting for Rowan to contradict himself and bombard him with another accusation. Though, despite his best efforts, Rowan was now intrigued. And they would absolutely talk about this somewhere in the foreseeable future. But not now.

Jimmy comes down the stairs and places the box on the floor. He places his hands on his back and stretches back. “That was heavy.”

“Try carrying a whole tree up three flights of stairs.” Rowan remarks. But he stands up nonetheless.

“Allright, let's get started!”

Ten minutes in, and everyone is laughing. Lister has been given sole custody of the box, and his job is to take out an ornament, and throw it at either Jimmy or Rowan. The two respectively have to catch the ornaments and place them on the tree, before Lister throws the next one.

By twenty minutes, they’ve decorated teh whole tree, and the only thing that remains is the angel on the top. Lister takes it out of the box, and hands it to Jimmy, for him to place onto the tree.

Jimmy reaches up, only- He’s not tall enough. Lister and Rowan laugh loudly at this.

“That was so sad to watch.” Lister says, wiping away a fake tear.

Jimmy shows them the finger and promptly tell them both to fuck off.

Rowan takes the angel out of Jimmy’s hands while smiling, and reaches up. His smile falters, and now Jimmy is the one laughing.

“Looks like you’re not tall enough either.” he laughs.

“Shut up.” Rowan grumbles.

But Jimmy has a spectacular idea, and he grabs the angel, and stands on top of the sofa, right next to lister. “Rowan.” He says, dead serious. “I need you to carry me.”

Lister is laughing hysterically as Jimmy adjusts himself on top of Rowan’s shoulders, in order to reach the treetop. “A little closer, Ro.” he says, swaying a little further.

“Fuck! Jimmy, I can’t. If I fall, I’m literally taking you and the tree down with me!”

But he doesn’t have to wait long. After some stretching, Jimmy finally manages to put the angel on the top of the tree.

Jimmy clambers down Rowan’s back and collapses next to Lister and Rowan sits down next to him. “That was exhausting.”

Rowan nudged him teasingly. “You’re not the one who did all the carrying.”

“I have no Idea what you’re talking about, that angel was heavy.” Jimmy smiled.

“Personally, I think I did most of the work, I mean, It’s not a big deal or anything, but y’know, it was pretty trying.” Lister pipes in. And Rowan playfully rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Allister.”

The three sit in silence for a bit, until Rowan leans his head on Jimmy’s. “I think we should decorate stuff more often.” Lister leans a little closer. “Just wait ‘till my leg’s all healed, I will so out-decorate you two. Jimmy scoffed. “Sure you will, Lister.”

This is nice. They’ve never had time to decorate the tree before. It’s literally been collecting dust for the past few years or so. And if playing dumb games like the dumb teenagers they are, brings back some of that magic… So be it.

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Did I proof read this to see if it sound slike it was written by an english person? no!

Do i care? also no. Its 2 am on the the 8th. deal with it :/

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Thank You for reading! (COMMENTS ARE REALLY APPRECIATED!!!)

~ Remzy

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Multifandom December Prompts 2024

Day 4. "Snow Fight"

Fandom: Beyblade Burst

Word Count: 1,014

Summary: The boys go out to play in the snow. Chaos ensues.

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Wakiya crashed into the snow behind the wall. He panted heavily, somewhere along his run, his ponytail had come undone, and his hair stuck to his face, slick with sweat. He took a moment to lean his head on the wall. Just a quick break…

His relief didn’t last long. He heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow. Slowly approaching the wall. He had to run. Now.

He pulled himself up, dragging a handful of snow along the ground. When he was standing upright, he pressed his body against the wall, and packed the snow in his hands.

The steps got closer, he listened closely. The person was starting to get frantic. Stepping in circles, watching around themselves. He took a deep breath, stepped out of his hiding spot, and launched the snowball.

Ken turned around, just in time for the snowball to hit him right in the face. And he went falling backwards. Wakiya shot away, shouting mocking remarks as he ran.

Though… Karma has a way of biting back. And before he knew it, he tripped on the curb, and fell head-first into a pile of freshly cleaned snow. In other words. Dirty snow. Snow that had just been cleaned off the roads.

Ken laughed loudly, pointing at him and Wakiya glared at him through his snow-covered face.

Shu and Honcho stood on opposite sides of the bench. Neither had dared to make a move. Both of them had an armful of snowballs, a hand hovering above their pile. Ready to strike.

Honcho weighed his options. Shu was smart. Freakishly so. And he was fast. If he tried to throw one, Shu would undoubtedly hit him right back with barely a second to spare. So that left a last tactic. He had to psych him out.

“So… Number 2. Worldwide, huh? Not bad… Not bad at all.” He started, while taking slow steps backwards, furthering the distance between them. He saw the way Shu’s hand twitched over one of the snowballs. And he smiled. Good.

“Hey, are you sure you’re good to do this? I mean, it hasn’t been that long since the International Blader’s Cup. Is your arm okay?” He makes a look of concern, and gestures lightly at Shu’s right shoulder. “We can stop here, y’know. If it’s too much for you, wouldn’t want you to overwork yourself.” His voice was sickly sweet. It kinda felt like when he bargained with Ranjiro over the last candy in the jar.

But to his surprise, and utter confusion, Shu actually sighs. “Yeah. You’re right. We’ve been doing this for a while. And, now that you mention it. My arm is petty tired, so…” He raises his eyebrow, as if to suggest something. “Truce?”

Honcho’s eyes are blown wide. He never thought he’d live to see the day when the Shu Kurenai, gave up on something. He was shocked, but wary. So he proposed an alternative. “How about, we put all the snowballs down on the count of three.” Shu nodded in reply.

“Alright… 1… 2… 3!”

The snow made a muffled sound as about two-dozen snoballs hit the ground at once. After they watched the sad piles of snow for a few seconds, Shu walked over to him. “C’mon Rantaro, let’s go somewhere.” Honcho just turned, dumbfounded. He walked a few steps, and then it hit him. Literally .

A cold, wet, lump of snow was slowly sliding down his neck. And he whirled around, only to see Shu, snowball at hand, and aiming for him. “You didn’t believe I’d actually give up, did you?” He smirked.

Honcho blinked, then he ran. And he cackled maniacally as Shu followed close behind.

“You’ll never catch me alive!”

They laughed their way around the park benches.

“H-hey Valt- We can talk about this, right? Valt- Wa-wait!”

Daigo ran as fast as he could. Wildly changing directions. Valt followed close behind, ruthlessly pelting his friend with snowballs. How he managed to make and throw them so fast, was something that was completely beyond Daigo’s understanding.

He skidded to a halt at a bench, before turning around and shooting off just as fast in that direction. A snowball barely missing his head, grazed his cheek. At least the upside to being fast, was that Valt wasn’t very precise, and he was honestly missing more than half the shots he was making.

“Any day now!” He shouted, as if some glorious being would descend from the heavens and take his side against Valt the Wonder Boy, the Ultimate SnowPelter. At this rate, he might drop dead from exhaustion.

That would be embarrassing to have on a gravestone. ‘Here lies, Daigo Kurogami. Beloved Brother, Blader, and Friend. Couldn’t outrun the snow’

His imaginary funeral is cut short by a shout, a thud, and a sound that resembles pillows crashing into each other. He turns around, only to see Valt, buried under a pile of snow. Toko and Nika jump out of the tree they were hiding in, and give each other a high-five, before running to and doing the same thing to Daigo.

“Hey! No fair! You two are supposed to be on my side!” Valt whined.

Nika grinned, “Sorry Big bro! But Daigo made us an offer we couldn’t refuse.”

Toko stuck out his tongue, “He said we could play with his cat the next time we visit.”

Valt made a pout. “Betrayed! By my own blood! For a cat!” He shook his head in exaggerated distraught. But he laughed whole, heartedly. And so did the others.

“I’m beat!” Honcho slumped down into the booth. Sitting down next to Shu, who was sat between him, and Valt. Ken, Wakiya, and Daigo sat opposite them. Everyone had a tired air about them. Toko and Nika had gone inside the house to warm up. The others sat (slumped) at the table.

Chiharu - like the absolute angel she is - brings out a tray of hot cocoa, and freshly baked beybread. That seems to bring some energy back.

And pretty soon, they’re all talking and laughing animatedly about the day's events.

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Multifandom December Prompts 2024

Day 3. "Holiday Crafts"

Fandom: Radio Silence

Word Count: 1,514

Summary: Frances envites her friends to make stuff. Chaos ensues.

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A knock at the door alerted Frances of the new arrival. She leapt up and opened the door. Carys and Raine are at her door. Wearing thick coats and colorful scarves. Frances hugged both of them and pulled them inside.

Raine started to take off her scarf. “Is anyone here yet?”

“Nope. You two are the first ones here!”

Raine smiled, and clapped her hands. “Wonderful. We’ll have some girl time before the other two get here.”

Carys laughed and moved to take off her coat. Raine handed her own coat to Frances, and began marching into the living room. Frances grabbed Carys’ coat as well, and hung it on the stand that stood next to the door. When she walked back into the living room, Raine had already taken her place on the sofa, leaning on Carys.

How they had gotten together was beyond her. The last time they all saw each other was two months ago, when everyone helped Dae move into his new dorm. Back then, they’d been arguing like toddlers. But somewhere between late September and now… Raine and Carys had apparently met up, more than once. And so now, despite no one having technically said anything, it was pretty much just a fact that they were, in fact, a couple.

“Is there anything I can get for you guys?”

“Sure! What are your options?”

“Er… Lemonade, some fizzy drinks, and… Well, Mum said we could only open the wine after 10.”

“Why the specific time?” Carys asked.

“She said we were more likely to do something stupid when it’s dark out and we’re surrounded by each of our drunk selves.”

“...That is… A weird take on it.”

Raine smiled. “Where is your mum anyway?”

“She had a christmas party to attend. Although she was really reluctant about going. She literally said she would rather hang out with me and my cool college friends, cutting paper shapes, instead of going to a party filled to the brim with miserable, middle-aged, 9-to-5 workers.”

Raine laughed. “Your mum will never not be an absolute legend to me.”

Carys smiled, “I’ll have some lemonade.”

“Me too!”

“Yes ma'ams’! Two lemonades, coming right out!”

When she brings out the lemonades, Carys has opened the plastic bag she brought with her. “I got some of the stuff you wanted. Old props and some art supplies from storage.” Frances put down the glasses, and sat down on the floor in front of the coffee table. “Perfect. Thank you!” “Of course.”

There's a knock again. This time, she doesn’t get up, instead, Aled lets himself in. “Hi, everyone!” Everyone greets him back in unison. There a sound of him taking off his coat and shoes, and walking into the living room. Frances stands up to give him a hug.

He hugs Carys and high fives Raine, before slumping down next to Carys on the sofa. He’s wearing an ugly christmas sweater, with pom-poms and glittery fur as ornaments.

“London commute is shit.” He furrowed his brows and pursed his lips. Carys closed her eyes and nodded knowingly.

There was silence for a second, before everyone burst out laughing.

“Should we maybe start getting all the stuff out? How much longer ‘till Dae gets here?” Raine asked, a sort of, electrifying excitement around her.

Frances took a look at the clock on the wall. “About thirty minutes or so.” Carys grabbed the bag and shook out its content onto the table. “I feel like he won’t mind all that much if we do start without him.” She says, a smile on her face. They’d had to practically beg him to come over for the weekend, he’d insisted on staying at uni to revise his notes.

Frances began picking through the pieces of cardboard, stickers, ribbons, glitter… Literally everything. “This is Christmas paradise.”

Aled snorted, “Of course the art student would say that.” He takes a seat next to Frances on the floor, and grabs a pair of scissors. He starts snipping away at a piece of green cardboard into the vague shape of a christmas tree. Raine reached out, took a sip of her lemonade and started twisting some glittery pipe cleaners into a shape of sorts. Carys walked out, and came back in with a few bags of crisps. She doesn’t actually reach for any of the stuff on the table. Merely watches from her comfortable seat on the sofa.

It's around ten thirty by the time Daniel finally shows up. His first instinct when Frances opens the door for him, is to apologize for being late, and then proceed to blame the train and the weather. A true Daniel classic.

He took his seat next to Aled on the floor. There was a small pile of decorations and crafts that they'd made. He grabbed some ribbons and absentmindedly started twisting them around random scraps that ended up in his hands.

Frances finally brought out the wine. Raine trailing right behind her with the glasses. She screwed off the cork, and poured some for everyone, except Raine, who instead, poured her can of Fanta Exotic into her own glass.

Carys raised her glass. “A toast- To all the shit decisions we made this year. And to all the good choices we made each other make. And for hopefully more of the latter in the year to come.” Everyone raised their glass in unison and lightly tapped them together in the center.

Then began the drunken crafts.

Daniel got drunk the fastest. And he was leaning over Aled’s shoulder, eyes squinted, brows furrowed, and focusing intently, on the ornament Aled was working on.

“Why are you holding it so weird?” he asked, placing his chin on Aled’s shoulder.

“So I don’t get glue on my hands, Dae.” Aled answered, he wasn’t quite as drunk as Daniel yet, but he was definitely tipsy.

Daniel furrowed his brows even more, before he relaxed his face and he grinned widely. He turned to face Aled’s ear and whispered (or, attempted to whisper. This attempt was about as loud as a regular speaking volume.) loudly, “I know something better you can do with your hands.”

Raine coughed loudly, Fanta spilling out of her mouth as she reeled from Daniel’s comment. She hit her chest repeatedly, so as to dislodge the liquid from her throat. Carys laughed loudly. “Oh my God! We need to get him drunk more often!”

Aled placed his forehead on the table, his face pink from embarrassment. Frances fell back on her carpet, laughing. Seeing her on the floor, Daniel started laughing too.

At some point, Aled had migrated to the sofa, and was leaning back. And Carys had moved to sit next to Frances opposite him. Daniel was leaning on his shoulder. Someone had brought out cookies. No one knew who or where they came from. At this point, they were all too drunk to care. Save for Raine, but she was so invested in her ornament, she may as well have been as drunk as them.

Aled was inspecting a few paper stars. He held them above his face, then eventually got bored of that. So he threw it at Carys. A paper star in the hair earned him a grimace and a middle finger. ‘Rude’ he mouthed to her, before proceeding to throw a second star at Frances.

He missed, and hit Carys again. And, hey, Third times the charm right?

Wrong.

Carys got pissed. And threw a handfull of paper scraps at him, which he blocked with his hands. Then she threw a pillow. He pushed it away, and it ended up hitting raine instead. And her ornament went tumbling.

She looked up, “Who the fuck, just threw that?!”

Carys and Aled locked eyes. And without a beat, they both pointed at… Frances. Who was hunched over her own little craft. Not for long.

Raine grabbed a cushion and threw it so it hit her in the face. She squeaked - yes, squeaked - As she grabbed it from off the floor. Without even missing a beat, she threw it straight at Daniel. Who, at that point, was dozing off on Aled’s shoulder. And then was promptly woken up by a cushion hitting him in the gut.

“Fuck!” He coughed. And then he eyed everyone. He grabbed two pillows and shot them in random directions. One was caught, the other, Not.

So began their Alcohol/sugar induced pillow fight.

The keys turned in the lock, and Lana let out a sigh of relief as she took off her boots and jacket. She walked into the living room. She was met with Frances and her friends piled on top of each other on the sofa. The almost-empty bottle of wine lay on the table, miraculously having survived the third world war that occurred in her living room. There were cookies, scraps, crafts and cushions scattered everywhere. She sighed again, and smiled.

She left them be. Obviously she would make them clean up tomorrow. But for now.

She let them rest in their tangled mess of limbs and love.

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Multifandom December Prompts 2024

Day 2. "Breakfast in Bed"

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Word Count: 1,143

Summary: Millie wants to surprise Moxxie. Moxxie has a mini panic attack. Fluff ensues.

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Millie’s eyes shoot open. She turns slowly, she’s mastered the art. And sure enough, Moxxie is next to her, snoring softly. She smiles, and swiftly jumps out of the bed. She stretches her body out, shaking the fatigue out of her bones. She turned around and placed a quick kiss on Moxxie’s cheek. He shuffles in his sleep, but a smile graces his lips. Millie pulls on her soft black robe, and tip-toes her way into the kitchen.

She takes out the things she needs; Flour, sugar, rotten eggs, curdled milk, butter, and a bowl. A quick search for a recipe on Voxtagram, and then she gets started.

The mission had dragged on tonight. The client had failed to mention that the victim was one of three identical triplets. One, tedious stakeout later, the fuckwad decided to put up a fight, then he’d been joined by his brothers, and long story short- They were exhausted.

After a quick shower, Moxxie had practically pounced onto their bed, and he was out cold.

Millie, prone to insomnia and hard labour, hadn’t been as tired when she woke up. And, she figured, Moxxie was tired, and they hadn’t done anything together in a while, (with Blitzø’s whole depressive episode, and the influx of clients, and the lawsuit-) she wanted to do something special for him. So pancakes it is!

Sure, Millie was technically banned from the kitchen since their first at-home date a few years ago. And, yeah, She usually just ordered takeout when Moxxie was out on a mission. But a lot of time had passed since then. And how hard is making pancakes anyway? You just throw stuff in a bowl, mix well, throw it on a pan, and- VOILA! Pancakes.

How hard could it possibly be?

- Famous. Last. Words. -

The smell of smoke is what causes Moxxie to shoot up. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, and when he sees the smoke, he’s instantly on his feet. Millie isn’t beside him, and he panics. He grabs his gun from where he threw it last night, and sprints through the house. Calling Millie’s name at every turn. His hands are shaking, barely able to load his gun.

No. They were always careful. No one ever followed them home. No one knew where they lived! Except Blitzø. And he promised to stop. No one knew- Maybe they were too tired. They were followed. Someone is in their house-

A crash came from the downstairs kitchen, and Moxxie’s heartbeat quickened. No- They have Millie- No- NoNononoNoNONotagAIN-

He kicks the door open, and points his gun, his finger, millimeters away from the trigger. When he stops abruptly.

There. In the middle of the kitchen, was his dearest wife - The fuel to his fire, the finger on his trigger, the blood-covered rose to his small impish heart - His Millie- Covered in a goo of some sorts, a knife at hand, pointing dangerously at the pan on the stove, which had thick smoke pouring out of it.

She bared her teeth at it, and when she realized she may not be alone, she turned slowly to face the door.

“Moxxie-...!”

Before she even got a word out, the pan burst into flames, and she scrambled around the kitchen to find anything to use against it. Moxxie sighs, panic starting to seep out of him. He grabs the pan - filled to the brim with the goo (seriously what is this shit??) - under the tap, and lets the water rinse out all the stuff in it.

He opens the windows to let the smoke out, and when he turns around, he sees Millie, sitting at the table, with her head slumped on it. She’s using her arms as a makeshift barrier to hide her face. Moxxie goes to sit opposite her, and places his arms on the table.

“Hey, Millie.”

“Sorry Mox…” She says, though it’s muffled by her arm-wall.

He rests his chin on his folded arms. “Is there any particular reason why I woke up to a house full of smoke, a burning pan, and a panic attack?”

She almost shuffles even deeper into her little arm-cocoon, (if that is possible- knowing Millie, it probably is)

Moxxie snickers to himself. “I guess you could say, I had a pan-ic attack.” He wiggles his eyebrows. And he knows they can’t see each other, but he can practically feel the eye-roll.

Millie moves her arms, so when she speaks, she sounds a little clearer. “I just- I wanted to make you something. S’ all…”

“Why so suddenly?”

Shame was a feeling she despised. But it was okay with him. With Moxxie. He wouldn’t mind it if she felt it… Maybe.

“It’s just- I mean- You’re always the one who’s doing things for me.” She finally peeks above her arms, and Moxxie is facing her, same level, meeting her eyes. “Planning dates, taking me places, doing things for me…” She breaks the eye contact and decides to pick at a wayward splinter on the tabletop. “So, just this once… I wanted to do something for you…”

She buries her face into her arms again. “But I fucked it up. And now our kitchen’s a wreck.”

Moxxie smiles, he reaches his arm out, and caresses Millie's hand with his own. Nimble fingers running their claws gently over every bruised knuckle, healed scar, and calluses. Until eventually, her fingers tangle themselves with his own weathered hands.

“Millie… I love you so much, that- Honestly, I’m beyond words.”

Milly looks up again, and their eyes meet.

“And I do those things for you, because I love you. And… I know you love me too. I know you show it differently. And I love that about you. You’ve already done so much for me… And no amount of dates can ever make up for the space you’ve filled in my heart.”

“...You really mean that?”

He smiles widely, “With every fiber of my being.”

Millie’s face softens, she smiles. “I was, eh- Trying to make pancakes…”

“I’d say you were doing pretty well. And besides, If not pancakes, then a new creative way to commit murder is always fun!”

She stood up, and walked over to Moxxie, still holding their intertwined hands. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, honey.”

“... Can you help me make pancakes?”

He stands up with her, “Of course sweetheart.”

And so, Moxxie turns on the radio. And to be honest, whatever is playing is complete horseshit.

But they’re laughing and dancing, and throwing ingredients from across the room. If they're not holding hands, then their tails coil around each other, and both their hearts are racing.

Because how lucky. How fucking lucky, that they found each other, in the screeching rings of hell itself.

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*Blitzø, from his apartment*

*sneezes*

“I sense M&M being romantic… Must. Resist. The. Urge. To…SPY!”

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Thank you for reading!!! ~ Remzy

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Multifandom December Prompts 2024

Day 1. "Under the Weather"

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Word Count: 692

Summary: Ez is sick, Callum brings soup, chaos ensues.

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Callum knocked on the door, and then proceeded to let himself in. Ezran lay on his side, clutching at his pillow. Zym lay curled next to him, pushing his snout into Ezrans face. Bait grumbled beside them, on his pillow.

Callum placed the bowl of stew on the small table, then turned to the bed and placed his hands on his hips. “Zym! What did we say about bothering his royal highness during nap-time!”

Zym yipped concernedly in response, but retreated his snout from poking the king.

Said king, on the other hand, grumbled in response, and reached an arm out,at a pillow. Only to lazily throw it behind him at his dearest older brother. Callum catches it easily, and exaggerates a look of betrayal. Sure, Ez has his back to him. But it doesn’t hurt to try and draw out a laugh.

“I can’t believe you would do something like this! And to your own brother! Attack me- Me! You’ve rallied your feathered fiends and attacked me. Death by feather! Why would you do this?! Whyyy, Oh Whyyyy-” He drops to the floor dramatically, holding the pillow tightly to his chest.

At that moment, the door opens again, and Rayla comes in, holding something behind her back. She stops after only a few steps though, and confusion twists itself into her features.

“...Do I want to know?”

Ezran sits up, his hair a complete mess, and faces Rayla, with as much of a smile as he can manage. “Callum called me “royal highness” again, so I unleashed my ‘feathery fiends’ and now he's dead on my bedroom floor. Can you help me clean up the evidence?”

Rayla blinks once, before she bursts out laughing. Callum laughs heartily from the floor. He picks himself up and sits on the bed, next to Zym’s curled up figure. Rayla walks around and sits on the other side of the bed. Petting Bait on the back as she sits down.

Ezran leans back and sighs. “How much longer until I can get back to my duties?” A muffled laugh sounds from outside the doors. “See! Oh, c’mon Corvus, it’s a little funny. Doodie! No- wait- Come back! Corvus-”

Rayla meets his eyes, “Does that answer your question?” Her mouth quirks up in a mischievous smile. Ezran lets out a tired sigh.

The fireplace is crackling, it's dark out, and soft snowflakes fall outside of the warm room.

Rayla’s smile softens, and she pulls her hand from behind her back. In it, she’s holding a plate, piled with jelly tarts. Ezrans eyes light up. He reaches for a jelly tart and bites into it hastily. He gets a dreamy look in his eyes as he sighs with contentment. “Thanks Rayla! This is exactly what I needed!” He finishes the pastry, and is about to reach for another one, when he suddenly sneezes.

Zym jumps at the sound, and Stella ruffles in her sleep, from where she is situated in her own little makeshift bed.

“Okay!” Callum exclaims. Standing up and clapping his hands. “Back to bed with you…”

And an evil grin flashes across his face.

“...Your royal highness.” He bows deeply at the foot of the bed.

This time, he’s not fast enough. And when he straightens himself up, he’s met with a pillow, hitting him square in the face.

“I command you leave my quarters at once…Step-prince” Ezran retorts.

Rayla lets out an audible gasp. “You’ve really done it now, Callum”

Callum starts making his way to the door, but he faces the king as he confidently walks backwards. “As you command, Your royal sassness.”

Another pillow comes flying at him. Which he catches easily. “Where do you keep getting these from?!” But he doesn’t get an answer, instead he’s met with another pillow. This one being thrown by none other than Rayla herself.

Callum, unfortunately, does not catch that one, and instead trips and falls again. His fall is broken by the pillows. But the absurdity of the situation makes him laugh loudly. And Ezran joins in. And soon enough all three of them are laughing.

Laughter, overflowing with love and affection.

~ * ~ Thank you for Reading!!!

~ Remzy

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The Difference Between Quiet and Silence - A Radio Silence FanFic

Chapter 2 - Quiet

Warnings - Self-hatred - Parental issues

Ships - Daled (Daniel x Aled)

Type - Hurt/Comfort

Adittional Tags - Daniel-centric - Unconventional romace - unconventional relationship - Canon-compliant - Post-canon -

Word count - 2215

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Summary:

He almost does reach for the door. Until he feels a cold, sweaty hand, slide into his own trembling fingers. And Aled just looks at him with an uncertain smile.

It's silent. So horribly silent. He hates it. If you'd have told Daniel he would hate silence back in April, he would've laughed at you and called you crazy. Why would he hate silence?! He could do well, study, think, he couldn't do that with noise. But he did, and it was so silent. Too silent-

And then it wasn't.

Daniel meets Aled's Grandparents. Gets really sad. Talks to Aled about the sad.

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The last box is placed in the backseat. Raine dusts off her hands and places them on her hips. She turns back towards the porch and yells through the open door; “ That was the last of them! We’re all set!”

Daniel mumbles out a reply and packs up the last of his things into his bag. He stands at the door to his room and takes a final look at it. The desk is barren, his bed stripped of its lining. There’s nothing left. It's plain and simple, save for his rug. The only pop of colour left in his room. It’s blue, with an animal print. He’d practically had to fight Raine from packing it into one of the boxes, too embarrassed to bring something like it with him.

He smiled sadly. The last eighteen years of his life had just been packed into cardboard boxes and stacked into Raine’s purple Ford Ka. And it was all going with him to university.

He closed the door to his room for…quite possibly the last time.

He stepped down the stairs. Slowly. As if to drag out every last moment he had left in this house. He walked past the kitchen, where his mum was. His dad had gone to work today, in the workshop. He paused for a second outside the kitchen door, a tiny childish voice telling him his mother was waiting there, to give him one last hug. But she simply continued on with her work, she likely hadn’t even noticed Daniel at all.

He wanted to cry. But he clenched his fists and walked into the foyer. After that night at the Wilsons, Daniel had ended up spending the night at Aled’s. Then a night turned to two, then three, and pretty soon, the last two weeks of summer were spent with Aled, Frances, and their other friends. But he’d insisted on coming back home for the last few days, to pack everything up. Raine had volunteered to help transport all his stuff, and he’d played it off as being mildly irritated by her, but the truth was that he was incredibly grateful for what she was doing for him.

He slid on his shoes, put on his coat, and opened the door. As soon as he did, the cold autumn air bit him in the nose. But he didn’t notice, his mind was clouded by other things. Hands in his pockets, he took one step in front of the other. Down the steps, along the path, almost through the porch gates.

“Dae-Sung.” He stops abruptly, and whirls around faster than the wind that hit him. His mother is standing, about three steps away from him, a plastic container at hand. She has a resigned look in her eyes. She walks the last few steps towards him, and holds the container out to him. Daniel is too shocked to move, but an irritated nudge from his mother brings him back. He takes a hold of the container, his fingers warming up to the touch. His mother pulls away, she won’t meet his eyes. But he wouldn’t be able to even if she could.

“Just… Don’t do anything stupid.” She says, the tone she’s going for was nonchalant, but Daniel recognizes it as something else. It’s the tone she uses when she and his dad have argued. When she’s still mad at him, but still loves him enough to not let him starve. She starts turning and walking back inside.

Daniel doesn’t know what to do, or what to say. So he says the first thing that comes to mind.

“I love you.”

His mother stops, not as abruptly as he had, but enough to show that it caught her off guard.

“I love you…And Dad, a lot. That hasn’t changed. And…I’m sorry…” His words die out. There’s so much more he wants to say. But there’s not enough time, and his mum’s patience has always been pretty thin. Not to mention she’s probably freezing out in this weather without a proper coat on. “You should…um- go back inside now…It’s pretty cold out…so- uh…yeah.”

He turns again, and walks the rest of the way down to the car. He doesn’t look back. Too afraid of what he might see. So he just opens the door to the passenger seat, places his bag on the floor and climbs in quickly.

Raine’s already turned the car on, she raises an eyebrow in question, and Daniel nods. “I’m all ready.” She nods once in his direction, before stepping on the gas, and pulling out of Daniel’s neighbourhood.

~ * ~

Their two and a half hour drive is mostly uneventful. Raine cracks a few jokes, Daniel makes a few sarcastic remarks, they both bond over their love of obnoxious eye-rolls, and other than that, it’s quiet. But it’s different. He can hear the car engine, and the sound of the world passing him by on the motorway. Raine had put on the radio, some new pop rock band was playing. It was quiet. Not silent. He liked this.

About halfway through, Daniel's stomach grumbled. He prayed that Raine was too busy humming to the song on the radio to have noticed. His eyes landed on the plastic container his mum had handed him. He sighed, and opened it. The sweet aroma filled his nose, and he couldn’t help but smile. His mother had made him japchae, his favorite. It reminded him of primary school, when she’d pack him lunch…He almost does cry, but out of pure refusal to let Raine see him like that, he pushes it down. He eats his food, all the while thinking of his mum.

When they finally arrive, they don’t give themselves much time to rest. Frances, Aled, and Carys are all already there, and everyone helps out, carrying all his things to his dorm. They only get about halfway though, before Raine practically collapses onto his new dorm room floor.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Why the fuck did you get a room that’s so high up?!” She yelled. Her voice was muffled by her scarf, which she had now converted into a makeshift pillow, and was lying face-flat on.

Aled flopped onto the bed, and Frances dramatically collapsed into the desk chair. Carys leaned against the doorframe and Daniel gently sat down on the bed, next to Aled. Frances looked around the plain white walls, and shuddered. “God. It’s so- plain. It kind of feels like a psych ward…” She turned to Daniel with a sort of pleading look in her eyes. “Please tell me you own posters, or- stickers, or literally anything else to put on these walls.” Daniel smiled, and told her that, no, he was not a psychopath, and did own posters to put on his wall.

Raine popped up from the floor. “You know what? I’ve decided that I’m really fucking hungry.” She gave her stomach a pet, and stood up. She marched out the door, dragging Carys along with her. “Come on! All of you! We’re getting food!” Carys let out an array of grumbling remarks as she was pulled down the corridor. Frances chuckled and put on her coat to follow them. When she was almost out the door, she looked back at Daniel and Aled. “Aren’t you coming?” She asked. Daniel shook his head and Aled sat up and said he would join them later. Frances shrugged and followed after the two girls.

This was it. This was where Daniel was going to spend the next two years of his life. Part of him was overwhelmed, the other part was hopelessly excited.

Aled leaned his head on Dae’s shoulder. “How are you feeling?” Daniel smiled. “A bit sick, honestly.” Aled sat up straight again and raised an eyebrow in his direction.

“‘A bit sick’?”

“Yeah, but, you know. The good kind.”

“Dae, I don’t think there is such a thing as the ‘good kind’ of sick.”

“Sure there is. You know, the kind when you’re so excited you feel like vomiting?”

“Personally, I feel like anything that involves vomiting is inherently bad.”

“Well, vomiting actually helps your body get rid of harmful substances, so really-”

“Please refrain from explaining the logistics of vomiting to me- The semester hasn’t even started yet.”

Daniel smiled and playfully shoved Aled, who made a dramatic display of crashing into the pillow and writhing in pain, while laughing smugly. Daniel smiled and shook his head. “Stop it, you’re acting like a child.” Aled turned his head in the other’s direction, an offended look on his face. “Excuse me. I’m older than you, you know.” Daniel rolled his eyes. “Barely.” He stood up, but before he could take a step, Aled grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into the bed.

“Aled!” He struggled to get up. But it was Aled on one side, and about a half-meter drop on the other. So his options were limited. Aled - because he's a jackass - laughed. “Why’re you in such a hurry?” “I just- I need to set everything up, just to be safe.” He remarked. Aled let out a sigh and fixed him with a look. “‘Set up’. A week before school officially starts?” “Just to be safe!”

“Just stay for a minute. You haven’t properly sat down in like, five hours.”

“Not true. I sat in a car for two of those.”

“Exactly. You sat without moving for two and a half hours, then moved too much in the next two and a half. So it's like, tired-squared now.”

“Tired-squared? That does not make even the slightest bit of sense at all.”

“Just stay.”

And, maybe he is a little tired. But it is for that reason, and that reason alone that he decides to stay in bed. It has nothing to do with Aled, or the fact that Daniel is hopelessly in love with him.

Nope. Not at all.

Aled lay on his back, facing the ceiling. “Frances is right. You need to get some posters up.” Daniel rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Sure, I’ll get to it…eventually.”

Aled turned over to face him. “You didn’t answer me earlier.” Daniel blinked, a puzzled look on his face. “I asked how you were feeling?” Aled repeated from earlier.

“Oh. Yeah…” He thought about it.

“I’m not- I mean- I guess-” He let out an exasperated sigh. “It feels bittersweet.”

Aled stayed quiet, prompting the other to continue. “I’m excited, about university and all. But…yeah, I’m just sad about my parents.” He looked down at the mattress, but then he looked up again, and met Aled’s eyes. “But I’ve been good. Or- at least better. You’ve all been pretty amazing.” Aled smiles at that. Daniel continues, “You, and Frances. Carys, Raine, Lana, and your grandparents too…You’ve all made me feel better about this.”

Aled’s smile faltered. “Will you be okay here, on your own?” He didn’t mean to sound patronising, and Daniel knew that. So now it was his turn to smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Besides, you’re only like, an hour and a half away by train. So, yeah. I’ll be fine”

Aled’s smile returned, and he snaked his arms under Daniel’s, and pulled him into a hug. He buried his face in the others’ shoulder, so his words came out muffled, but still clear enough. “Fuck parents. They all suck anyways.” Daniel let out a laugh. “Except for Lana. She’s an angel.” Daniel rolled his eyes. Aled pulled away, still holding his arms in place, but his face was now a few centimeters away from Daniels’, resting on the pillow they now shared.

“She’s adopted me.” He said it with the most serious expression ever. And maybe that's what gave him away. “She just doesn’t know it yet.” Aled grinned close-eyed. And- Yeah. Daniel probably wouldn’t ever get tired of that smile.

He reached out his arms and wrapped them around Aled’s back. He nuzzled his face into the other’s neck. Aled let out a giggle at the ticklish sensation. Daniel smiled. This was nice.

And they lie there. Two boys, in the afternoon sun, hugging, smiling. Inside a white dorm room in Cambridge. Under a sunlit plain ceiling. One of them is smiling, and the other one is wishing. For love and happiness and for this to never end, and neither one lets go. One, because he loves this boy so much, he forgets to hate himself. And the other, because he learned to love himself by loving others.

~ * ~

It’s almost 7 when Daniel wakes up. He blinks a few times, adjusting his eyes to everything. Aled is lying in front of him, breathing softly. They’re still wrapped in each other's arms, their legs tangled under the blanket he’d thrown over them. He looks at Aled’s face, and he smiles. It’s peaceful.

The room is quiet. But-

Not silent.

He can hear the cold, gentle autumn breeze, outside the window.

He can hear the muffled conversations of students, from outside his door.

He can hear the soft breathing of Aled, lying right here in his arms.

And yeah. Life is kinda shit right now. And school starts in a week. And his brain is kinda fucked.

But he’ll be fine.

Things are not silent anymore.

They are peaceful

They are quiet.

~ * ~

My babies-

I love them :,)

Thanks for reading!

~ Remzy

Chapter 1 - Silence

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