#developing friendships

[thebestandrealestever]

~LET THE LIGHT IN!~

part one: “friends?”

black fem coded! reader x miles morales 42 sum: ur his light :) .grumpy x sunshine kinda . warns : n word use, arguments translations: sol= sun

a/n: hey bookies , school beatin my ass !!! ima try to update at LEAST twice a week . yaal can slap me if i don’t, lol enjoy <33 . as always this is heavily unedited and this is short because it’s going to have multiple parts! a lil sum sumi’ve been working on.

miles used to be talkative, before you know what happened. he was quieter and if he did talk it was cold toned and short lived, you noticed that he didn’t talk and that’s no way to spend your high school years. so you were going to no determined to be his friend this year, it doesn’t hurt that you think he’s cute also.

“hey miles” you smiled at him as you took your seat next to him, he just nodded at you not even looking back. you smiled awkwardly to yourself but ultimately shook it off. you said hi to him and small talk every day, he was still the same monotone dude who never reciprocated the cheerful manner you spoke to him in so you decided do stop, you weren’t gonna waist your time trying to be nice to a gu-

“hey (name). how was your morning?” speak of the devil, even though his tone was rock hard if sounded like he was at least trying, you turn your head to him and see the small smile tugging at his lips and you return it “hey miles!” you ramble on to him about your morning and he talks too.

the next 3 days he didn’t show up at all, it did worry you a bit but maybe he was just sick. when he did come back he had a fat bruise on his sharp cheekbone, you noticed it when he sat down.

“what happened to your face? is it the reason you haven’t been at school. are you okay miles?” you turn your whole body to look at his bruise moving his chin with your hand. “don’t worry about it, sol. im good” he said gently brushing your hand off of his face but you didn’t believe it one bit. “but i am worried, tell me what happened?” you eagerly said almost demanding, putting your hand back on his chin and moving it up to get another look at the bruise and you knew his temper was short but you didn’t care right now, that’s not normal. “i said im good (name) u can stop acting like u care so much now.” he spat feigning annoyance through gritted teeth pushing your hand off.

you raised a eyebrow confused at that last part, “i can stop acting like i care. nigga i do care, you’re my friend miles and i care about my fucking friends. but you right, ima stop acting” you said sarcasm coating your voice as you turn to face the other way fake focusing on whatever work was infront of you , you hear miles sigh deeply after 10 or so minutes and you roll your eyes at it.

“i’m sorry, sol.” you turn your eyes at him but not your body, waiting for him to say something else “it’s been a bad week, ian mean to take it out on you. i know you care. i’m sorry.” he said in a tone that almost sounded convincing, he never usually apologized, “my bads”were the closest thing you got to one. you shift in your seat to look him in the eyes, you had never fought before, you didn’t know what to do with this. “i’m not gonna say it’s okay because it’s not, i get it though. but definitely don’t do that shit again.” you say assertively whilst keeping a small smile on your face. he stifled a laugh “yeah. i won’t.” there’s a pause between the two of you just looking at each other. “friend huh? you wanna be my friend?”

he says leaning back in his chair, keeping his eyes on you. “i am your friend, i’m trying to be atleast. but i can’t if you won’t let me.” you shrug laying the weight of your head on your shoulder until you feel a pair of toned arms around you, you shook your eyes wide open because miles never initiated touch. “i’m trying to. i’m sorry.” he says muffled by the fabric of your shoulder that he’s currently stuffing his face inside of. he hasn’t had a friend in a while, this was weird. but maybe he could be yours.

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Hello, I am now in deep for Path to Nowhere that I ended up writing a fic. An idea popped up in my head of having Coquelic & L.L interracting. As it won't leave me alone, I wrote it down.

Summary: LL's pet dog, Cabbage, slipped away in the night. So, the Sinner went out to find him. Journeying through the MBCC's hallway, she met someone else alongside the puppy. Little did she know that the encounter would lead to bathing with the Garden's Mentor.

Tags: LL & Coquelic, LL & Thistle, Coquelic & Thistle, Coquelic & Garofano, LL (Loreley), Coquelic, Sumire, Garofano, Cabbage, Bathing, Nudity, SFW, slight angst for LL, LL social training arc, Coquelic being wise, Coquelic being a tease, grandma Coco moment, LL being a disaster, LL going through it, Thistle is good baby, Blink and you miss it Thistle/Christina, mentioned: Luvia Ray, Serpent, Eleven, Shrooma, Cabernet, Chief (gender up to reader)

Word count: 3,804

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Baby Steps

Notes: Spoiler to LL’s interrogation. Recommend to read LL’s interrogation/backstory before reading this. Minor spoiler to Flora Unfurl. This is my first fic for Path to Nowhere. The game ticks so many boxes for me that it’s now my favorite gacha.

With careful measured steps, the young woman treaded the hallway. Water dripped from the tips of her long blue hair and the edges of her white dress. Droplets forming onto the floor. Body brought low, head forward, and eyes focused. People would think she was a rookie agent from the 9th Agency.

Cabbage slipped away moments ago. After an instance of panic, LL made a decision. Splashing herself with hopefully enough water, she embarked on a mission to find the dog.

Luckily, the puppy left behind a trail of little paw prints for her to follow. All thanks to her bathroom, which was constantly wet. She prayed he didn't disturb anybody this late at night. Receiving complaints would be dreadful after she promised to take care of him.

She could now hear his steps. Those signature tiny patters and the little clang from the experimental prosthetic. Cabbage was near. She continued her pace in the direction until she saw the little creature with someone.

Anxiety kicked. LL immediately hid behind one of the large pots of red flowers lining the hallway. She peeked, trying to discern the scene. The person was crouching. Cabbage seemed to be reaching for something behind them.

"No, this is not for you. It's for Mentor," a young woman's voice. Cabbage whined.

"Sorry, I can't give this to you. But maybe, this will do?" She took something out from her pocket. Then, with her teeth, rip the wrapper apart.

Recognizing a treat, Cabbage jumped, tongue lolling out. He stopped a moment later and sat, his tail wagging. The change went unnoticed. "You can eat now, little guy," said the young woman, her hand offering him the food. Cabbage let a small yip and ate. His tiny tail continued swishing. "Good boy, someone trained you well huh?" she petted his head.

LL didn't recognize the person.  She’s 3 months in and her social circle didn't expand much. Chief was one of them, but busy schedule and constant kidnapping meant they didn’t hang out as much as she wanted to. Luvia Ray and Serpent made light hearted small talk to her on the few occasions she managed to venture outside. As much as she wanted to talk more, her condition didn’t allow her to be out of the tub for long. So, she had to excuse herself every time. Eleven helped during her offline transition but they didn't continue talking after the social obligation was done. Or it was more that LL didn’t know what to say to the radio personality beyond that.  It was nice of her to lend the device though and LL loves her show, the soothing voice never failed in helping her sleep. There’s Shrooma too. She was most comfortable talking with the little girl as they always met virtually. However, her curfew and school meant limited hours. From their conversations (or Shrooma’s rant), being a kid sounded tough. LL enjoyed listening to her regardless, imagining herself in situations she never got.

Getting to know other Sinners had been a challenge. Her social anxiety and disability were a sure recipe for loneliness. Five in 3 months out of 100+ Sinners currently contained within MBCC was an abysmal achievement. From the five, there’s two she could confidently call her friends. Wait. Scratch that. Maybe just one. With most of her time trapped in a tub, her version of getting to know, was reading Sinners' files from the Bureau's database.

Mentor. Mentor. Which file was-

"How long are you gonna hide there?"

LL jolted. Her head peeked out before diving back behind the flower pot.

"Hey, I know you're there," the voice got closer until it's beside her. "Is this dog yours?" The little dog trailed behind the person's feet.

"Cabbage!" At this, the dog ran towards LL. Picking him up eye level, LL's face fell victim to his licks. She pulled away, staring at him sternly, "Don't run off like that again, Cabbage. It's late and we don't want to disturb our neighbours. Now, say sorry to the nice lady," she placed Cabbage back to the floor then looked up at the young woman.

She wore multiple braids; bangs covering her left eye. The lower half of the hair is pinkish red while the upper stays natural black. Earrings decorated both ears. Her sleeveless crop top was adorned with a red bra. Flower tattoo visible on her hip. The slitted uneven skirt laid bare to the expanse of her right leg, if not for the fishnet stockings providing some kind of cover. The feet protected by a comfortable studded dress shoe. Tough yet elegant were the impression LL thought of.

Cabbage walked towards the black cladded woman. He stopped by her foot, his tiny face pressed against her leg. Then, with all the cuteness he could muster, he looked up with his sad puppy eyes. Her lips curled into a smile.

"No worries. He was very nice and friendly. I wouldn't mind playing with him again!" She glanced at the puppy before shifting her attention towards LL, "Don't think I've seen you before."

"Oh sorry! I'm LL," she offered her hand.

"Thistle," she replied, shaking it.

"Like the flower?" LL asked aloud.

"Yes, like the flower."

LL cringed at herself. Whatever was that?? Why didn't she thank her for Cabbage? Right, thank her. She should thank-

"I should go, Mentor's waiting for me,” their hands separated. “Nice meeting you, LL. Maybe next time, I can bring my dog too! Night!" Waving goodbye, Thistle walked away.

LL saw her leave. Not wanting to miss her chance, she rose and shouted, "Wait!"

But what came was a cry. She felt pain, like someone struck her legs with hot iron. Her muscles seized. She fell to the ground like a stranded fish. No no no no! She screamed in her mind.

Jaw clenched. Eyes hazy with tears. The fire spread through the rest of her body. She couldn't move her limbs. Defenseless and alone, her mind raced to one thing. She was going to die. She was going to die. She was going to-

"Hey hey hey. Stay with me," the friendly voice came back but now laced with worry. "What do you need? Tell me."

LL gathered her strength to open her mouth. "Ba...a...th"

Thistle nodded. LL felt her body being lifted up then moved at a fast speed. They entered a fancily decorated room filled with plants. Passing a large canopy bed covered with flower petals, Thistle beelined to a door.

“Mentor, it's an emergency. A Sinner is in need of the bath, please can you let us in?"

The door opened, a woman with long black hair stood behind it. LL felt heat permeating from within. Thistle wasted no time. She entered and LL felt her body being lowered.

Warm water touched her skin. Slowly, the fire was extinguished. She found her limbs working again, the muscles relaxing. Pain ebbed away, replaced with exhaustion and relief. In between breaths, she croaked a thank you.

Thistle exhaled, "Thank goodness."

"Sorry," LL said weakly.

"Don't be. I'm glad you are alright."

"Yes yes. Crisis averted." A voice interrupted them. 

Thistle froze. She turned her head. LL followed suit.

Two other women were in the room. One sitting on the edge of the pool. She wore a simple white shirt paired with a wine colored long skirt. Her wavy purple hair loosely tied low, cascading down her shoulder. Legs tucked underneath, comb in her hand, she was brushing the silver hair of the woman soaked in the water. Compared to her attendant, the other woman's skin was sickly pale, the veins visible under the light. Like beads of blood on top of snow, her piercing eyes were unnerving. And they were directed at Thistle. LL found herself becoming alert.

"Thistle, where is my present?" The pale woman asked sweetly.

"A-about that Mentor..."

"Yes?"

"itfell..."

"Can you repeat that?"

"It fell."

"So, go and pick it up."

"It’s... in the water."

A beat. They stared at each other.

"Then pick it up still! I don't want it to seep into the bath!" The Mentor shouted in disbelief.

Thistle dived immediately. Not long after, she climbed out of the water with a box in her hand. Her head bowed deep, pressed to the floor. "I'm so sorry, Mentor! I accept any punishment you deemed fit."

The woman sighed. She lifted her head, "Garofano, see if it needs salvaging." The woman behind her stood up, picked up the crumpled box, then left the room.

LL felt herself shrinking. She rarely received help after her parents left. But every time someone did, it just further reinforce how much of a burden she is. And now, the person that saved her was going to be punished. Why is she always so weak?

"It's my fault," she spoke up. Those reds drifted to her. "Please don't punish her. I... I can buy you a new one. Or I'll leave. Right now. If that's what you want. I'm really sorry."

The woman thought for a moment. "Will you accept the punishment in her stead?"

"I... Yes..." LL felt uneasy. What if she asked Chief to cut her internet time? She would miss that online auction event happening tomorrow! She needed that personal cutlery set belonging to Ms Cabernet. Calm down LL. Deep breath. It was an accident. Maybe she just wanted money.

"Take off your clothes and stay."

LL's mind grinded to a halt, "Sorry?"

"You heard me. It's bad manners to take a bath while dressed," she replied matter of factly.

LL blinked. Okay, this is... unexpected. Embarrassed but wishing to save Thistle from this predicament, she did what was told. The soaked dress now placed behind her.

Satisfied, the Mentor turned to Thistle who was still bowed, "Thistle, take that to dry. Then, go change."

"Yes, Mentor." Thistle stood and followed the set of orders. After that, she sat where Garofano was, continuing the task she left behind.

A knock. "Mentor, it's me."

"What's the matter?"

"A puppy is currently waiting in front of the bathroom door."

"Cabbage!" LL recalled the momentarily forgotten puppy. The Mentor looked at LL. Her eyes squinted just a little before she answered, "Come in, but don't let the dog in my water."

The black-haired woman entered, Cabbage in her arm. After closing the door, she walked towards LL. The long wide sleeves of her lilac sabrina dress cascade on each of her sides, flowing gracefully as she moved. The wide black belt around her waist accentuated her already long legs. Sophisticated and refined, her steps were slow with purpose. She knelt beside LL, head bowed slightly in greeting. Her silky hair curtaining her face, past her ribbon collared neck; its length reaching onto the ground. Then, she placed the puppy by the edge of the pool, near his caretaker.

Cabbage licked LL on her cheek. "Don't worry, lil’ buddy. I'm fine, see? Now keep away from the water, alright?" LL assured him. Cabbage let a small bark.. He turned around, jumped to the other woman's thigh, and laid on top.

"Sumire will take good care of it," the Mentor spoke.

"Oh that’s..." LL looked back. She immediately shifted her gaze, face heating up. Realization struck. The woman was also in a state of undress.

She had seen nudity. The internet was full of that. However, a moving image or virtual reality had a sense of distance. And that’s the scope LL was familiar with. Experiencing it with someone else offline was a different matter entirely. The situation just made her more self-aware where to place her sight. "I... uh... um... thank you," she finished abruptly.

LL kept her head away from the Mentor. From her peripheral vision, she saw those scarlet eyes burning her side. She shifted her arms around, trying to shield herself. Her body submerging bit by bit.

"Relax," a whisper. Sumire was looking at her softly, Cabbage already asleep on her lap. "We have no intention in killing you."

Kill? Where did that come from?

"That's...not what I’m worried about."

"Then why so skittish girl?" The Mentor chimed.

"I...um.... " She stole some glances towards the woman, blushing. ".... inexperienced?"

Laughter burst free from the Mentor. Chest heaving, mouth opened wide. The sound reverberated in the chamber, echoing throughout. It lasted for a minute until it gradually came to a stop. She wiped the corner of her eye with a finger. Her eyelids opened delicately. She looked at LL for a moment, grinning. Then, she stood up.

LL eyes widened. She twisted her head away so fast she heard a crack. Her pulse beat rapidly from the sudden exposure. Things just happened one after another so quickly that her heart felt like it's going to pop.

Suddenly, she felt a caress on the side of her jaw, applying enough force urging her to turn. Her sight immediately landed on the plains of toned stomach, a small scar crowning the navel. The Mentor’s petite body towered over her, arms pillared on each side confining her in. Realizing what had happened, LL gathered all her willpower to instantly shift her focus to the woman’s face.

The silver haired woman smiled knowingly.

"You can look. I know I am irresistible," her red eyes gleamed.

"Who knows, maybe next time…" she licked her upper lip, showing sharp canines.

"I’ll let you touch them," she purred to her prey’s ear.

LL felt her body temperature rose exponentially. She blue screened, her brain overheating by the seductive force inflicted on her by this unearthly beautiful woman. Face flushed to ear tips, mouth agape, she was unresponsive.

"Mentor, please don't tease her," Thistle's voice came from behind.

The Mentor backed away, cackling, "I can't help it, she's so adorable! Reminded me of my little Thistle back then."

"No, I wasn't!" Thistle exclaimed.

The Mentor sank back at her spot.

"Ah yes, all the things in that bath seemed so interesting to you. Eyes darting from one decoration to the next." She put the back of her hand on her forehead, sighing   dramatically, "I felt so lonely waiting for you to start lavishing my skin! If not for Sumire, I would’ve wilted from the lack of attention."

"Meentooor!" Thistle's face went red.

A giggle. LL tried to stop herself but was too late. The sound had slipped after she witnessed the exchange. She shut her mouth immediately, afraid of offending anyone.

"Now, now, don't hold back. Laugh your heart away,” The Mentor gestured towards the room. “After all, flowers grow best around them."

LL studied her surroundings. Flowers of different colors have bloomed beautifully. Red, white, yellow, purple. The walls were covered in them. The petals decorated the surface of the pool when they fell. Ripples expanding from the touch. Combined with the wood panelling surrounding the edges, it’s reminiscent of a framed painting exhibited in an art gallery. 

The warmth of the water. The tranquil undulation of its surface. The breathing of others. They felt alien.

To her, a bath is a necessity. It's a constant reminder of her disability. Her relief and pain. Her cage. Connections rust and break in it.

But here, she uncovered something. Sumire was gently petting the sleeping Cabbage. Her face, serene and calm. Thistle focused at work. Hands deftly handling the silver hair laid out in front of her. The Mentor's eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. The space fell into a comfortable silence. She felt peaceful. Like waves caressing the sand, it alleviates the ache within her heart.

"This is.... nice," LL broke the silence, surprising herself.

"Isn't it?" The Mentor replied. "It's nothing compared to what we had but, it's adequate."

"I just never..." LL’s mind wandered to her apartment. Her parents. The letter. "It’s... been a while since I had company."

The Mentor tilted her head, eyes opening slightly.

"I mean..." she let out a weak laugh. "Who would want to be stuck with me?"

LL's doubt and fear were out. A question compounded by years of trauma and oozing with self-hatred had cracked the atmosphere in the room. She silently cursed herself for ruining it.

"Flowers are beautiful. Many things in nature gathered around them," LL recognized the owner of the voice, she looked across. "Among them, those that seek harm. Parasites, for one," the Mentor glanced sideways, as if recalling something.

"They are dangerous when left be. Consuming life, little by little by little. Until there is nothing left. Then, they move to another. That is why it's important to deal with them quick." Her voice, light and decisive.

"However, there are those that help.” her expression softened. “Who diligently and attentively nurtured the flowers with patience. Rain or shine." She lifted her hand, a red flower, similar to the ones planted along the hallway, sprouted out of the open palm.

She set the blossom on the water. It floated and drifted away, charting the water’s surface, bumping to other petals along the way. She then looked at LL in the eyes, giving full attention, "You are in a richer soil now so choose well. When you see what you want, remember to grab it with your own two hands."

LL took a moment to absorb the words. The Mentor smiled. She stood up again which prompted LL to turn her head away in reflex. She heard a small laugh before the Mentor spoke, "Thistle, Sumire, escort our guest and her pet back." Footsteps, then the sound of an open door, "Pleasure to meet you, little fish."

-

LL leaned inside her bathtub. Her eyes reading the message she had typed on the terminal. It was only one sentence. A question. Yet, it took her the better part of the day arguing with herself whether the content was good enough or not.

It had been a week since then. Within that week, LL participated in the online auction, wondered if what happened was a fever dream, and then did her research. Finding all the info she needed wasn’t hard. The hard part was reading, compiling, and verifying them. Those were, unfortunately, not covered by her power.

The Garden, an all-women assassination group. Their involvement was extensive. The most notorious happened almost a year ago, that being The FAC serial killings and kidnapping of their director. All the handiwork of one individual. The Garden's current leader: the Mentor, Coquelic.

Fearsome, powerful, intimidating, selfish, hedonistic. These descriptions seemed fitting for the alluring woman. Yet in that bath, she witnessed a contradiction.

Is that why the Garden members followed her still? Why they were willing to feed into her selfishness? A yip snapped LL’s thought. She chuckled, “Okay, Cabbage, I’m doing it.” She needed to finish this task, lest she fell to the reprimand of the little puppy for the second time. It should have been done days ago but she set an important treatment for herself after she was outbid, it's called shopping.

A ritual of self-encouragement later, she checked her terminal for the fifth time. Still the same message. Searching through her contact, she inserted several names intended to be the recipients. Then, she reread the message for the sixth time. All good. LL took a deep breath. And press send.

-

"That was surprising. What you did the other day, Mentor," Garofano expressed.

"Our Thistle was the one who asked. I couldn't say no, could I?" she replied.

"But you let a stranger stay in the bath."

"I did let strangers stay before."

"Those were marks."

"Yes, seeing their face twisted into horror was so delectable."

"The scrubbing wasn't."

"I did reward all of you for a job well done, didn't I?" Coquelic retort with a faux surprise. Her fingers curled around her cup, eyes narrowed in distaste, "My tea is cold."

"Of course, Mentor." Garofano took the cup, emptying its content to the teapot. She then placed the pot on a mini stove. Coquelic watched, one arm supporting her head.

“Where’s Thistle?” asked Coquelic.

"She mentioned a gathering," Garofano answered, her focus on the thermometer she just inserted.

They were in Coquelic’s room. There was a setup with a round table and 5 chairs surrounding it. Cafeteria exists in the Bureau, but it was a public space and the style was uninspired. Here, Coquelic and her flowers made it to resemble a small replica of the Garden. A perfect place for a gathering of ex-assassins. At the moment, only two chairs were filled.

"Mentor,” the purple haired woman broke the silence. “If you miss her, you should let her know."

"I don't know what you are talking about," came a nonchalant reply.

The thermometer beeped. Garofano watched the numbers increase on the display. When it reached a certain point, she turned the fire off. After preparing the cup to be sufficiently warm, she poured the tea and served it to Coquelic.

Coquelic lifted the cup. The temperature was exactly how she preferred. Garofano did a wonderful job preparing the present Thistle bought for her. The salvaging was surprisingly minimal too. Thistle must’ve requested additional layering inside. 

Fragrant aroma wafted to her nose. She sighed in satisfaction and sipped. The liquid warming her body.

"Garofano."

"Yes, Mentor?"

Coquelic set the cup down to its saucer. Face reflected on the surface; she stilled for a moment. "Tell Thistle to come by tomorrow. Her tea brewing still needs work." She paused, "She could even bring that axe wielding barbarian if she wanted."

Garofano smiled, "Of course, Mentor. I'll let her know." 

-

The bar reached 100%. Photos appeared on the display. LL looked at each of them before stopping on one. She was in a portable pool along with five others.

Thistle was hugging a dog. It’s fur wet, tongue hanging out. Months ago, she found it in the Bureau injured. She was currently taking care of it until the wound fully healed. Serpent had a brown snake around her shoulder. She wanted a brightly colored one but was rejected by administration because their venoms were a danger to others. She relented after some persuasion from the Chief. Shrooma held a terrarium of mushrooms. Her lecture of why they’re considered pets still made LL laugh even now. Luvia Ray and Eleven didn’t own any pets. That is why, Manty was positioned between them so they wouldn’t feel left out when the picture was taken. Then there was her, right in the centre. In her arms, was Cabbage, the little pup that started everything. All of their expressions gave evidence to all the fun they had that day.

Ping! The notification stole LL’s attention. A message appeared in the group chat, a cute sticker accompanying it. Replies bubbled one by one, coalescing into a conversation. LL hovered her fingers over the keys. She smiled. The tub doesn’t feel as small anymore.

-

End notes:

Thank you so much for reading this fic! The idea of having these two interacting won’t leave my head so I got to do my due diligence. More content of Coquelic is never wrong.

I love Coquelic. She lives rent free in my head. I was analyzing her character like an unpaid researcher until an idea popped up. Coco loves taking a bath and you know who is always in the bath? LL.

LL has an interesting backstory that got revealed in the last chapter of Into the Blue. And, it also got locked away behind interrogation. Which honestly, I think was quite a shame. But it's gacha. I get it.

So, I'm putting the two of them in the same bath. As Coco is THE Mother of all time (or grandma), I thought LL could hear her wisdom so she can experience being guided and/or teased by a maternal figure in a way. The wisdom being related to LL’s situation.

I headcanon LL’s social training arc took longer. Because even though the interrogation did give a line about LL being more outgoing like her online persona, the duration it took wasn’t exactly mentioned. Let’s just say this moment happened after her offline transition was complete. So, talking directly is alright but she still has problems with making friends. Hopefully Coco’s interaction with LL feels believable as it's set up to be a push for LL.

Fun fact! My first impression of Coquelic was: I don't like her, such a fan service character. I read Flora Unfurl fully expecting to like Shalom cos lots of people sang praises for her. But Coquelic stole the show instead. This caused me to roll for her. Then, I read her interrogations. I cried and now, she is my favorite character. So, big round of applause to the writer (Dumpling Duck/Guo Tie Lao Shi). You changed me as a person.

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Reccer says: This is an absolutely delightful exploration of the hero/unsaved conflict and I love it

Expectations by yellow_craion (7526, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Wyll & Tav, Wyll & Halsin, Wyll & Gale & Karlach

A few days after joining Tav and their party of adventurers and sparing Karlach's life, Wyll gets a fever. He's surprised when others are serious about taking care of him.

Reccer says: has everybody being protective of Wyll, all the longing and touch starvation, and a look at Wyll's lonely past

how you tried to hide in darkness by prettyaveragewhiteshark (1947, General) Warnings: N/A Pairings: Lae'zel & Shadowheart

Just a semi-fluffy little one-shot of Shadowheart at camp, dealing with her Shar wound and finding comfort from an unexpected source.

Reccer says: This fic does a great job at capturing Shadowheart's voice and tone, as well as an unexpectedly sweet moment around the campfire at camp.

Broken Little Puppets by BlackjackKent (1797, General) Warnings: N/A (Mentions of each character's past abuse) Pairings: N/A

Karlach supports Astarion after a nightmare about Cazador's ritual - and gets a little support herself in return.

Reccer says: This is an excellent, short and sweet one shot exploring the relationship between Karlach and Astarion. Draws some great parallels between the two by comparing their histories and their thoughts about their abusers.

My Friend, the Bhaalspawn by nyepexeren (36460, Mature) Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence/Childhood Abuse Pairings: Tav & Durge

This childhood/found family fic is set in an orphanage traces the tale of Tav and Durge, and features child abuse/neglect alongside realistic pathways to recovery.

Reccer says: In addition to being well-written and true to character, writing realistic children, the fic builds in a growing mystery that keeps readers enthralled.

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be back with another character rec list, this time focusing on Astarion!

[vantablack69]

BSD Fanfic Summary:

After the Port Mafia succeeds in recruiting the young hot-headed gravity manipulator, Chuuya Nakahara, Mori wastes no time polishing their new diamonds. Dazai and Chuuya reluctantly set out on their first assignment together. Venturing to a mysterious mansion deep within the forest, with the vague instructions to abduct an unknown target with a terrifying special ability.

Through bickering and butting heads, the two teens must learn to work with one another or fall victim to their fierce opponent. But will Chuuya ever be able to truly trust his manipulative partner? Or is the taste of betrayal too fresh on his tongue. Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57764398

Official BSD art by Sango Harukawa and edited by me.

[trashyswitch]

A Nostalgic Christmas Night

Clara and the Nutcracker are resting in the Pine Forest. When they're sitting there, Clara asks some questions about the Nutcracker's origins. Who is he? What was his family life like? When nostalgia becomes bitter, Clara is determined to turn that frown upside down.

This fanfic was suggested by @westerntails. I hope you thoroughly enjoy! And merry christmas one and all! I hope all your christmas dreams and wishes come true over the holiday season!

[FADE IN] 

[Clara and the Nutcracker are walking through the pine forest, enjoying the dancing snowflakes that were accompanying them on their journey.]

Clara: “Oh, Nutcracker…How long must it take to get to the land of sweets? My little legs are growing tired.” [She looks down at her legs.]  

Nutcracker: “My poor darling…” [Kneels down] “Do you need to rest?” 

Clara: “Yes, I do.”

Nutcracker: “Very well. Let us sit on the chocolate logs up here.”

Clara: “Thank you, sweet Nutcracker.”

[The Nutcracker and Clara sit down on a log stump. The log looks to be made of a chocolate Yule Log, similar to the classic christmas sponge cake.] 

Clara: “Thank you awfully. My little legs can only go very far. These slippers were not made for walking in this winter weather.” 

Nutcracker: “Ah, I had forgotten you are wearing simple slippers.” 

Clara: [smiles] “‘Tis no problem at all, dear Nutcracker.” 

Nutcracker: “My large boots have been built to withstand this snow.” 

Clara: “I see.” 

Nutcracker: “I suppose you did not plan to walk in this snow?” 

Clara: [Laughs] “I never could have planned a night such as this.” 

Nutcracker: “I suppose you are right. No one could possibly plan to experience being shrunk down to size and bombarded by gingerbread soldiers and evil mice.” 

Clara: [Laughs] “You could not be more correct! What a funny circumstance.” 

Nutcracker: [Laughs] 

[The Nutcracker and Clara go silent for a moment.] 

Clara: “Oh Nutcracker?” 

Nutcracker: “Yes, my dear?” 

Clara: “Who were you before you had turned into a nutcracker?” 

Nutcracker: “Well…” [shuffles feet] “Before I was the leader of the gingerbread soldiers, I was a boy just like you.” 

Clara: [Tilts head] “Really?” 

Nutcracker: “I had grown up like most children like yourself. The food was plentiful and I had many toys.” 

Clara: [Looks at Nutcracker] “Did you have wonderful parents?” 

Nutcracker: “Well…No. I was raised by my uncle. I used to work alongside him, until the mouse queen had cursed me.” 

Clara: “If I may ask, who was your uncle?” 

Nutcracker: [looks at her] “...Drosselmeyer.” 

Clara: [gasps] “Drosselmeyer?” 

Nutcracker: “You know of Mr. Drosselmeyer?” 

Clara: “Yes, I do. He is my godfather.” 

Nutcracker: [Smiles] “That is wonderful.” 

Clara: [Smiles] “Drosselmeyer has known me since I was an infant. He is a charitable, jolly man.”

Nutcracker: “Oho, you fail to mention ‘mischievous’.” 

Clara: “Mischievous?” [She tilts her head.] 

Nutcracker: “Ah, I sense you have not seen that side of Drosselmeyer.” 

Clara: [scoots closer] “Do tell, dear Nutcracker.” 

Nutcracker: “I would love nothing more.” [He adjusts himself.] “As a young child, my uncle used to make the toys dance and roll around the house. It was wonderful to see, and it made my child oh so magical.” 

Clara: [Listens intently] 

Nutcracker: “My Uncle would make the wooden cars and the airplanes chase me around the house. He would make the building blocks move around as I played with them. The wooden animals would make noises to teach me the sounds of the animals.” 

Clara: “That’s so sweet. Uncle Drosselmeyer made the dolls dance before you were given to me as a gift.”

Nutcracker: “I see…I suppose my uncle is still making the toys play.” 

Clara: “He is.” 

Nutcracker: [Sits up] “One of my favorite things he would do…He would make his woodworking tools come to life. The carvers would carve, the saws would saw, the sandpaper would smooth out the wood and the brushes would remove the dust.” 

Clara: “That’s sweet.” 

Nutcracker: “Often, my uncle would catch me sneaking around his workshop. If he noticed me, Uncle Drosselmeyer would send one of the flying dust brushes after me and tickle me senselessly.” 

Clara: [Laughs] “That’s funny.” 

Nutcracker: “Those brushes were atrocious. The mischief…It lasted for ages.” [He sighs.] “I miss my mischievous uncle.” 

[The Nutcracker lowers his head with sadness. Seeing his sadness, Clara places a hand onto his shoulder.] 

Clara: “Oh Nutcracker…Please do not cry.” 

Nutcracker: “Oh, I would cry if I could.” 

Clara: “Oh…please. It will be okay. I…” [She pauses] “I will let Drosselmeyer know you are thinking of him.” 

Nutcracker: “Oh…You will?” 

Clara: “Of course I will! I would love to.” 

Nutcracker: [Smiles] “Thank you, Clara.” 

Clara: “You’re welcome.” 

Nutcracker: “It is very nice of you to pass on my message…” [Sighs] “However…I still miss him.” 

Clara: “I know…I miss him too.” 

Nutcracker: [sighs] I would do anything to experience those childhood memories again…” 

Clara: “Oh…” [She places a hand onto his shoulder] “It will be okay.” 

[The Nutcracker goes silent.] 

Clara: [thinks for a moment, and raises her finger as an idea enters her name] “Maybe I can help you?” 

Nutcracker: [Looks at Clara] “I beg your pardon?” 

Clara: “I could help you experience those childhood memories again.” 

Nutcracker: [Smiles] Oh Clara…I would love that…” [Looks away] “But how?” 

Clara: [looks down at her hands, before reaching out and grabbing his sides] “Like this!” 

Nutcracker: [Jumps and yelps] “Ah! What in the world?” 

Clara: [tickles him] “Tickle tickle!” 

Nutcracker: [Yelps] “Now hold on-” [starts laughing] “Oh goodness!” 

Clara: [Smiles] “I see you are still ticklish, Mr. Nutcracker?” 

Nutcracker: [Laughs] “I-I guess so!” [tries to leave the log] “Clara, please!” 

Clara: “Yes, Nutcracker?” [grabs his shirt] 

Nutcracker: [Gasps] “Uh oh…” 

[Clara pulls the Nutcracker down to the log, making him sit and lay on his back. His head rests on her lap.] 

Nutcracker: “Clara?” 

Clara: “Nutcracker.” [She starts tickling his belly.] 

Nutcracker: “No! [Laughs] “Clara! Oh goodness!” 

Clara: “This is so wonderful! You are so ticklish, Nutcracker!” 

Nutcracker: [Laughs] “I-I know!” [Laughs] “Th-Thanks for reminding me!” 

Clara: [Laughs] “My pleasure.” [winks] 

[The Nutcracker’s laughter continues as the dancing snowflakes fill the room, and the music starts playing. The snowflakes enter from all corners of the stage, continuing their previous routine from Act 1.] 

Nutcracker: “S-Snowflakes!” [Reaches out to the left] “Help me!” 

Snowflake 1: “No way!” 

Snowflake 2: “Sorry, Nutcracker~” 

Nutcracker: [Reaches out to the right] “Help!” [Pulls arm back as Clara tickles his armpit] 

Snowflake 3: “We can’t!” 

Snowflake 4: “We’re just snowflakes.” 

Snowflake 5: “You’ll have to get out yourself.” 

[The snowflakes start to dance off stage left, leaving Clara and Nutcracker alone.] 

Clara: “Oh Nutcracker~ Are you having fun?” 

Nutcracker: [Is wiggling around and trying to hide his belly.] “Y-Yes, but-”

Clara: “But what?” 

Nutcracker: [laughs] “This is too much!” 

Clara: “Oh, surely it is not. I have only tickled you for a few moments!” 

Nutcracker: “Oh Clara, please!” [laughs]

Clara: “Please what, dear Nutcracker?” 

Nutcracker: “A break!” [holds stomach] “I need a break!” 

Clara: “Oh dear!” [Stops tickling] “I am so sorry. I didn’t tickle you too much, did I?” 

Nutcracker: [Shakes head] “No no no. Do not worry, Clara.” 

Clara: “Thank goodness.” 

Nutcracker: “Because…” [Grabs Clara] “I’ve got you now!” [Tickles Clara’s belly] 

Clara: [Laughs] “Hey!” 

Nutcracker: “Now it’s your turn to be tickled, you silly goose.” 

Clara: “Nutcracker, no!” [Laughs] 

Nutcracker: “Oh, looks like the tickle monster is ticklish herself! What wonderful news!” 

Clara: [Laughs] “Nooo! No fair!” 

Nutcracker: “Poor Clara…” [tickles her armpits] “Don’t you know the classic words “As you sow, so shall you reap”?” 

Clara: “Noo!” [Falls back and Laughs] “You are cruel!” [Laughs and giggles] 

Nutcracker: “What a rude thing to say! I just might have to tickle you for that!” 

Clara: “No!” [Laughs and wiggles around] 

Nutcracker: “I wonder if these ribs are ticklish…” [Starts tickling Clara’s ribs] 

Clara: “NO!” [laughs and kicks feet] “Not the ribs!

Nutcracker: “And why’s that? Is it…ticklish?” 

Clara: [Shakes head] “STOP IT!” [Laughs] “Too much!” 

Nutcracker: “Ah, is it becoming too much for you?” 

Clara: [nods head while laughing] 

Nutcracker: “Very well. I shall stop for the moment.” 

Clara: [leans back with heavy breathing] 

Nutcracker: “Are you alright?” 

Clara: “Oh Nutcracker…” [giggles] “That was exciting.” 

Nutcracker: “Hm…You know what?” [Smiles and nods his head.] “I agree. That was fun.” 

Clara: “My legs are feeling a little better. Shall we proceed to the lang of candy?” 

Nutcracker: “Of course.” [Gets up] “And Clara…” 

Clara: “Yes?” [Gets up] 

Nutcracker: “It is called the land of sweets.” 

Clara: “Oh, my apologies. The land of sweets. Or as my family would say, ‘Страна сладостей’.” [winks]

[FADE OUT] 

[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Eleven: Second Burger

Jason ate his sandwich, frowning as he thought about what he’d say to Conner. “Hey? Conner?” Jason whispered. 

Conner smiled as he ate his sandwich. “What’s up?” Conner questioned. 

“Do you know why your powers don’t put off Barbara and me?” Jason asked. Conner opened a bag of chips and stared at Jason, studying his expression as he searched for an answer. 

“I figured Gotham was weird like that… Why? Are you telling me that you wanted—?”

“I don’t want anything… That’s not it. I was a bit of a vigilante before my accident,” Jason confessed, “But now—. Now, I’m—.” 

“Jason, why are you telling me this? It’s not like it changes anything,” Conner smiled, “We’re still friends… Aren’t we?” 

Jason grinned. “Yeah. Are you sure you’re not mad?” Jason asked. Conner nodded. 

“But tell me one thing… Clarke with an ‘e’? That was on purpose. Wasn’t it?” Conner asked. Jason chuckled, nodding as he finished his lunch. Conner stared at Jason for a while before he started laughing. “And who is Barbara?” 

“A friend of the family… She used to date my brother. That’s all,” Jason lied. 

“None of my business,” Conner replied, “Jason, can you tell me something?” 

“Sure,” Jason answered.

“Your accident wasn’t an accident, was it?” Conner questioned. Jason shook his head. “I’m glad you lived. And I’m glad we met.” 

“If we didn’t, you’d probably have a girlfriend or a big friend group by now—.” 

“Funny of you to think you’re the one keeping me from having a girlfriend. I can do that all by myself,” Conner half-joked, “Speaking of girlfriends… Why don’t you have one?” 

“I go to a private school where everyone thinks I’m a freak. I might’ve had a shot if I went to a school with kids who are used to seeing real people. A lot of people in this part of Gotham tend to live in a bubble,” Jason replied, “But I don’t mind. Not everyone here thinks like that, but it’s hard to sift through all the ones that do. I don't have the time or desire to dig for the o” Jason took his glasses off and cleaned them before glancing down at Gromit, who lay patiently at his side. “Gromit, how are we doing?” Jason asked after he finished eating. He scratched behind Gromit’s ears. “I love you, sweet boy.” 

**

Conner dozed off during history, and Jason nudged him. When Conner looked beside himself, Jason was half asleep, too. He sipped water to stay awake. “Do you have notes—?” Jason nodded at him. 

The lights came on and the class winced. “Now that I know you’re all awake—.” Jason raised a bathroom pass up. “Yes.” 

“What’s that?” Conner asked. 

“I’ll be right back. Make sure the lecture keeps recording,” Jason whispered. Conner sat up straight, watching as Jason left with Gromit. 

He took notes while he waited for Jason to return. Several minutes passed before Jason returned, holding onto Gromit’s handle for support. Conner turned toward Jason. “Are you alright?” Conner asked. 

“I thought I was gonna throw up… I’m fine now, though,” Jason whispered. Conner could look at Jason and tell he was lying. His face carried a thin sheen of sweat, and he looked pale… Almost green. He had a wet stain on his shirt, and he smelled funny. Conner nodded, trying to give Jason the benefit of the doubt. The class came to an end soon after, and Jason almost made it to the parking lot before Gromit alerted him with two barks. Jason stopped and threw up in the bushes. 

“What do two barks mean?” Conner asked. “Jason?” 

No answer. He tried to run toward the street, and Conner grabbed him. Conner turned to Gromit while he held onto Jason’s backpack and started digging through the small bag on Gromit’s back. “Two barks for a seizure?” Conner questioned. Jason waved his hands in front of his face. Conner pulled another sheet out of Gromit’s pack and pulled Jason down to a seated position while he read Jason’s seizure action plan sheet. “Hey… Shhh…” 

Gromit pulled Conner in by his pants leg. “Okay. Okay, give me his phone. I’ll call Barbara,” Conner replied. He took Jason’s phone from his jacket pocket and called Barbara. 

“Jason? Do you need me to come and get you?” Barbara asked. 

“Yeah, I think he does. Gromit barked twice, and Jason’s—.” 

“I’m on my way right now,” Barbara replied. 

**

Conner sat on the ground while Jason slept on Conner’s leg. Jason was so exhausted that he couldn’t talk afterward, and he was distraught and confused. Barbara pulled up after the other kids started to clear out, and Conner carried him to the car. “Has this ever happened before?” Conner asked as he buckled Jason in. 

“It doesn’t happen a lot… How was he after?” Barbara asked. 

“Tired. He couldn’t talk… So, he just sat down with me and went to sleep,” Conner whispered. Gromit rested his head on Jason’s lap. “Is he gonna be okay?” 

“He’s okay. Let him get some sleep. He’ll be fine,” Barbara replied, “How was your first day as a normal kid?” 

“It was a snooze, but I could get used to it. Listen, I have to do something after you drop him off, but I’ll be back after. Can you tell him I’ll be back to do homework?” Conner asked. Barbara made a soft noise. 

**

“What’s with you lately? You used to be all about this hero stuff,” Rex complained. 

“I’ve got homework,” Conner replied, “If anything needs saving, I will be there… But I’ve got school tomorrow, and I’m doing my best to keep the government off your back about the child labor stuff.” 

Rex paused. “Okay… You’ve got a point there,” Rex whispered, “Do you think your friend might be interested in coming here after school sometimes?” 

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Conner replied. “I’ll ask him, though. See you later, Rex.”

“Bye, Kid,” Roxy waved as she looked up from painting her toes on the coffee table. 

“Catch you later, Roxy,” Conner replied in a sing-song voice, waggling his head playfully as he wiggled his fingers. 

He flew to the Clocktower to meet up with Jason, and Barbara let him in. Jason sat on the floor, eating what looked like his second burger. “Saved something for me?” Conner asked. Jason held up the bag, still eating as Conner took the bag and joined him. “ Can you breathe? ” 

Jason grunted in reply before taking a sip of his milkshake. “Starving… Thanks for calling Barbara and not 9-1-1,” Jason panted before taking another bite out of his burger. The pickles fell from his sandwich, and Jason scooped them up between his knuckles.

Conner started on his burger. “Are you always this hungry after?” Conner asked. 

“Mhm… Nobody tells me anything, so—.” Jason finished the last bite and started on his fries. “I don’t know how bad it is. Focal something-whatever. I’d be able to tell you if I could form a thought.” Jason laughed. 

“You just puked and tried to run into traffic… Then you started waving your hands in front of your face,” Conner replied. 

“Oh, well… Okay,” Jason replied, “Does it look crazy?”

“Not really. It just looked like you were really upset,” Conner answered, “ Can I bum a fry? ” 

Jason stuck his tongue out at Conner before taking another sip of his milkshake. “I’m about to start on yours if you don’t take a sip,” Jason replied. Conner chuckled before realizing Jason was serious. He gave Jason his milkshake. “Thanks. You can order another one off my phone.” Conner shook his head. 

“I’m good. Do you want me to stay the night?” Conner asked. 

Jason shook his head. “It’s a school night, and I don’t know if I’ll be at school tomorrow. No reason for you to miss class, though,” Jason replied.

[lostkagamiwitchintheisles]

The Owlcast - Chapter 67 (Rugged Reflection)

FF.Net Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13891795/67/The-Owlcast

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42761082/chapters/170258353

Chapter Publish Date: 31/05/25

AO3 Fic Summary (Part 1 of The Owlcast Series):

One traumatic mistake ruined the life of young witchlet Lizzie Redwood and made her an outcast within the span of a single night. Yet an unlikely rescue from the infamous 'strongest witch in the Boiling Isles' gave her refuge under the roof of Eda the Owl Lady on the outskirts of the Boiling Isles, alongside a proclaimed 'King of Demons' and an overly cheery 'owl-tube' of a house demon.

For the next three years, Lizzie remained content with the isolation and solitude she had within the safety of the Owl House, starting anew and putting her old life behind her. But that all changed the day Eda returned home with teenage human Luz Noceda in tow, whose presence turned the lives of the house's residents upside-down. Now under threat from new dangers and the re-emergence of the ghosts of her past, Lizzie realises she can no longer hide from her problems and has to face them, lest she risks losing the people she's come to hold dear and repeating the mistakes that set her current situation into motion.

However, maybe Luz is the key to showing her how to overcome her cowardice and fears.

[lostbutterflyutau]

Lessons in Lingerie

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Characters: Sohma Akito, Sohma Shima (OC), Kuramae Mine

Rating: T

Genre: Gen

Summary: With a new wardrobe in the works, Akito knew she'd have to do it eventually, but even with researching and browsing online beforehand, nothing could truly prepare her for the mix of emotions that would come with her first lingerie shopping experience. Especially with Mine in the fray.

Note: I apologise for missing weeks of the event. Right as it was wrapping up my life got busy and so I fell behind on my writing and just finished this one a few days ago.

Link: AO3

[rhiandoesfandom]

Don't often write about Moxxie and That's a Crime, honestly :)

Based on Blitz's calendar in full moon that says they had a "Moxxie Day" . Takes place before Full Moon.

[flaretumbles360]

I made a thing

It’s a Kamen Rider Gavv one~shot revolving around Lakia and Sachika. This spontaneously came to me. If you’re interested, go ahead and read it. It’s my first one~shot on AO3 ^_^

[greenwaters2]

Fic: In Black Anger - Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61919341/chapters/165217627

Have been playing with this fic again, exploring a bit of an AU after s2e7, with lots of interactions between various characters. Hope you enjoy reading if interested ^_^

“She lives,” Arondir confirms at once, wishing to allay the fear written plainly across Elrond’s face. “She had fallen from that great height.” Or jumped, he thinks, recalling Sauron’s touch upon his own mind - but does not say so aloud.

Elrond brushes a stray hair from Galadriel’s dirtied forehead, fingers tracing the small cuts upon her ear and chin - coming to hover over the blacked wound.

[senkutist]

despair in the departure lounge

ichiban/masato | aoki ryo (ichiwaka) - 2,4k - 1/? - ao3

→ yakuza/like a dragon

🏷️: hurt/comfort, angst, trauma, post-canon fix-it, developing relationship/friendships, mental health issues, attempt at redemption, healing +

[seokiepout]

sanctuary

“I would definitely appreciate that!” the boy beams, his heart-shaped smile puffing up his cheeks even more. “But—er—.”

“Chan. You can call me Chan hyung.”

Chan doesn’t think he’s capable of sustaining hope any longer against a reality that weighs him down with every passing day, but what he doesn’t expect is a reminder of it—heart-shaped and beaming—to quite literally burst through the door.

posted on ao3.

fandom: stray kids

ship: bang chan & han jisung (chansung)

status: completed

tags: general audience, 2.2k

[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Nine: Pho

Jason let his fingers dance through the mess of curls on his lap. Conner’s weight wasn’t suffocating like most things were. Conner woke up and lay in place. “Hey,” Jason whispered, “Hey…"

“Are you okay?” Conner murmured, almost purring at the sensation of fingers in his hair.

Jason made a soft noise. “My head hurts, but that’s normal. My dad’s gonna be pissed that I trashed my chair… But then again, he might not find out if I can replace it before he gets home,” Jason mumbled. “Oh crap, I’m—. Sorry, the pain medication always makes me weird. Why am I touching you?” Jason removed his hand from Conner’s hair as his face went red-hot.

Conner didn’t budge. “You don’t have to stop… It was nice,” Conner mumbled. Jason hesitated before returning to Conner’s hair. “Should you call your dad?”

“No… I don’t want Bruce to be worried. No use in both of us being worried about each other,” Jason answered without thinking.

“He’s your dad, though,” Conner whispered. Jason nodded.

“I know, but—. I don’t like to make him worry if it isn’t serious. I’ll heal… Probably before he gets home. He doesn’t have to know,” Jason half-pleaded. A knock on the door startled them both.

“Jason, can we come in?” Barbara asked. Conner sat up, and Jason told Barbara to enter. Gromit rushed to Jason’s side, and Jason giggled.

“Gromit. Hey buddy. Did you eat?” Jason asked as he leaned forward to receive an affectionate kiss on the cheek from Gromit. “Hi, sweet boy. I missed you too.”

“Jason, your left wrist is only sprained,” Barbara announced.

“I figured. You didn’t tell Bruce, did you?” Jason asked.

“No, but this is why I talked to you about the other thing yesterday—.”

“And I said okay,” Jason interrupted.

Jason reached out with his uninjured arm, and Barbara squeezed his hand. “I’m gonna sign you out. Get dressed, and I’ll wait for you. I’ll take both of you kids home,” Barbara whispered, “I brought you a change of clothes.” Barbara gave Jason a bag.

Jason removed the hospital gown and pulled his shirt out of the bag. Jason fastened the magnetic buttons with his uninjured hand. Conner sat with his face hidden in his arms. Jason figured it was out of respect for him while he got dressed. Jason pushed the blankets aside and finished getting dressed. “Conner, I’m done getting dressed. You can look now,” I replied.

“Okay… Sorry, I don’t—. You didn’t ask me to leave,” Conner stammered.

“I didn’t wanna be alone,” Jason explained. Gromit whined. “No offense, Gromit. I love you, but sometimes a guy needs a human friend to talk to.” Jason scratched under Gromit’s chin.

Jason put a foot down and shifted his weight. Gromit took his place at Jason’s side. Jason winced and clutched his ribs on one side. “Jason—.”

“I’m fine. I mean—. It could’ve been worse if you weren’t there,” Jason interrupted. He stood, wavering before grabbing the support handle attached to Gromit’s harness. Conner stood up, making sure Jason was okay. “It’s the medication… That’s all. I’m just dizzy.” Jason shut his eyes, breathing through his nose. “You can never get used to how the hospitals dope you up. Hungry? We could stop and get some pho on the way home.” Jason laughed.

“You still wanna hang out with me?” Conner asked.

“Yeah… Do you?” Jason questioned.

“Chicken or beef?” Conner smiled. Jason chuckled.

“Beef, definitely,” Jason chuckled. Conner held the door and followed him.

“Did you guys eat dinner last night?” Barbara asked as she led them to the car.

“Nope,” Jason replied before groaning. “My meds—.”

“Got you covered. Also, I have you covered on the chair too… But you owe Gromit a movie. He didn’t get to finish The Curse of the Were-Rabbit,” Barbara interrupted.

“Gromit, that’s our movie,” Jason whined. Gromit kissed his cheek. “Oh, flattery will get you everywhere. I forgive you, sweet boy.” Conner chuckled.

“What do you guys wanna eat? We can eat anything as long as I don’t have to cook,” Barbara replied.

Jason lay back and shut his eyes. Conner answered Barbara’s question, and she took them to the restaurant. Jason leaned forward, breathing heavily, and Gromit lay over his lap to support him. “Is he asleep?” Barbara asked.

“Mhm,” Conner answered.

*

Jason slept most of the afternoon, waking to eat or tell Conner he felt fine. He lied. Gromit curled up beside him, keeping watch. “Gromit would tell us if something was wrong with him,” Barbara whispered. Conner nodded. “Are you alright?”

“I’m practically invulnerable—.”

“Emotionally, Conner. What’s going on up there?” Barbara asked.

Conner shrugged. “Don’t know… I guess it doesn’t matter because he’s okay now,” Conner replied.

“It matters,” Barbara interrupted.

Gromit tugged at Conner’s pants leg, and Conner followed him to the bedroom. Jason gasped for air, kicking and clawing at nothing. Conner listened to Jason’s heart and lungs and didn’t hear a disturbance, so he sat the sleeping boy up, allowing Jason to rest on his shoulder. Conner rubbed his back, gently humming so Jason could feel the vibration. He continued until Jason went limp in his arms, and he gently laid Jason back on his pillow. “It’s okay, Gromit,” Conner whispered. Jason curled into a ball, and Gromit took his place on the bed. Conner stayed behind, watching Jason until he fell asleep as well. Jason woke up, confused by Conner’s presence but not alarmed. He grabbed the back of Conner’s sweatshirt and pulled him away from the bed’s edge, wrapping his injured arm around his chest because he wasn’t strong enough to do it on his own. Gromit helped, and Conner rolled onto his back. Jason hesitated before letting go of Conner’s torso and scratched behind Gromit’s ears.

“I’m not lonely, Gromit,” Jason mumbled. Gromit’s ears perked up. “Oh, don’t do that. Whatever happened, you could’ve handled—.”

Conner sharply inhaled and stretched out. “Jason, I’m—.”

“Conner, it’s late. You can apologize all you want to, but—. I’m tired, and it’s cold,” Jason mumbled as he rolled toward the wall and let Conner climb under the blankets. Jason was ice cold next to him.

“Jason… Do you remember your nightmare?”Conner asked. Jason sighed. “I’m sorry if that was personal—.”

“I have nightmares about my claustrophobia,” Jason mumbled, “Always different scenarios… What did you do when you came in?”

“I sat you up and let you lay on me until your breathing slowed down,” Conner answered. Jason made a soft noise of acceptance and shut his eyes. Conner yawned and fell asleep shortly after Jason curled into him. Gromit lay on Jason’s other side, offering enough space for Jason to roll over when he needed to. That night, everyone slept peacefully.

[lostkagamiwitchintheisles]

Shadows of a Spare - Chapter 14 (Common Ground)

FF.Net Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14282873/14/Shadows-of-a-Spare

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50374930/chapters/171871480

Chapter Publish Date: 16/06/25

AO3 Fic Summary (Part 1 of Shadows of a Spare series):

Despite being born into a long line of well-respected and aristocratic British witches, the last few years of Delila Cavendish's life has been far from fair. Between loss, grief and a chronic magical illness, the second youngest heir to the House of Cavendish has willingly lived in the shadow of her older and more accomplished twin sister in favour of seclusion, taking slithers of comfort in one day upholding a promise from the past.

Three years on, a final invitation from Diana to enrol at the prestigious Luna Nova Academy pushes Delila to take the right steps towards not only saving her family's future from the world's magical decline, but also rekindling her strained relationship with her sister. However, the intricacies of boarding school life and the mysterious side effects of her illness are intent on making those feats hard to achieve. And then there's new student Atsuko 'Akko' Kagari, whose self-proclaimed rivalry with Diana and persistent troublemaking somehow manages to make Delila's life more difficult.

Delila doesn't like Akko. At best, she tolerates her. So, why is she insistent on supporting her struggling classmate? And why is she so curious about that magic staff Akko has in her possession?