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Day Five of Descendants Week 2024 @descendantsweek

The Little Prince and the Mad Scientist

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

At some point, Iz's plan ended up showing in front of Chad's grandfather's castle. The reason is still unclear, but Spin has her ideas. Entering a guarded castle to free a prince with just two people and one caiman might be completely silly. However, here they are, and the first step of passing through the portal is incredibly easy. Who would guess some soporific gazes would do the job? Iz does. The three of them silently enter the castle, passing through the garden without much trouble. The castle itself is quite huge, so entering without knowing where to find the prince isn't really an option. Luckily, both Iz and Spin are pretty skilled when it comes to talking with squirrels, thanks to their scout classes with Kronk. And with a property of this size, it's not hard to find a friendly squirrel to ask. They just have to follow the rodent guide and pass a message. Iz writes a word or two on a piece of paper and sends the nice squirrel to deliver it, along with some nuts to thank him. They wait a little under the prince's porch.

By this time, Chad is still in his room, feeling very depressed, but he's starting to make up his mind about it when he hears a noise coming from his window. He glances at it from where he's leaning on his bed and frowns before reluctantly standing and walking toward it, only to see a squirrel. It's a bit strange because usually squirrels don't come that close, and it really seems determined to enter. Chad gives it a closer look and spots a little paper on the small creature. He's really confused but opens the window, and the squirrel rushes inside and starts squeaking.

"Stop, stop, stop! I don't understand what you're saying! Speak slowly!" The squirrel looks at him quizzically and then just shows the note, squeaking something like 'take this,' according to Chad's understanding. Chad takes it, unfolds it, and reads it. He frowns as he reads, and his eyes widen. He freezes for a second, feeling emotions strongly reaching his chest. He releases the note and rushes again to the window, opens it, and looks over his balcony, only to see no one else but Izkandar fucking Aksay and his friends casually standing under his porch. Spin waves at him. "Nice to see you, little prince." Iz 's voice sounds pretty far from where the prince stands, but he has never been happier to see the scientist. He even finds it kind of romantic -him at his porch and Iz waiting for him underneath, here to save him. Chad is about to say something when Spinelle puts her hand on Iz 's shoulder and speaks. "Do you want us to come and unlock your door, or would you like to join us?" Chad gives them a puzzled look and shakes his head. "What?!" "She's asking if you can climb down or if we should take the front door." Chad blinks. "What?" he says again. "No! I mean, don't! What are you doing here anyway?!" "No time for chatting, little prince, but it's about your sister." Chloe? What does Chloe have to do with it? He looks even more confused. "So, what? Are you coming, or are we?" Chad tries his best to gather his thoughts. "Wait." He finally answers and looks around before climbing over the guardrail and starting to go down while the VKs watch him. He manages to descend with some ease, as he's quite athletic. As soon as he reaches the ground, he doesn't think much and throws himself into Iz's arms, who, once again, is a little taken aback.

"Thank you!" Chad says. Iz looks at Spin, who just winks at him. He knows what she means, but he still has no clue how to react, so he just pats Chad's back. "We really should go now. Your parents are waiting for you, " Iz states, and Chad pulls back, showing a confused face. "We'll explain later." Spinelle adds.

They end up returning to Auradon's school in Chad's car (without the keys, but Spin has her way, names Caesar). And there they are. "Why the school?" Chad asks, and Iz shrugs. "More neutral." Spin continues. "Just in case you need a backup, but you won't." She winks at him after placing a hand on his back. The three walk along the corridor in silence until Chad breaks it. "Why?" Iz glances at him, intrigued. "Did you come?" Hope rises in his heart. The scientist just shrugs again. "Your sister." Spin elbows him with a pointed look, and he hisses, glancing at her. The exchange isn't missed by Chad, who chuckles, filled with hope. "Thanks anyway." Iz lets out a whistling breath. "Whatever..." Chad smiles at him. "If I didn't know you better, I'd say you actually like me!" "Never said I hated you, " Iz casually replies, and Chad's heart goes on a roller coaster. What does it mean? Does he like him? Chad spent almost a week alone in a room, so he had time to think. He thought about how he would end up in a stupid camp, obviously. Not that the physical part would have been a problem, but he loves his comfort and would probably hate a few other aspects. But he would have missed his friends. And by that, he means the one he never thought he would be friends with, the one he has no clue why he's so drawn to, the one who just said he never hated him. Not exactly what he said, but close enough. It made Chad think and hope. Hope for what? He's not even sure; he just admits to himself he might be gay (okay, he's totally gay), so he's not sure he would be ready for this. He's not even sure his parents will accept him. And as that thought hits him, he shivers a little.

"You're doing it again." Chad turns his head to look at Iz with a puzzled expression. "Overthinking." Chad sighs at this but doesn't comment further. "You should calm down." "The last time you told me that, I ended up trapped in my own room..." Iz chuckles at that, but Chad doesn't agree. "You really think that's funny." "You're out now. No need to worry that much." But Chad, the scientist, has no idea how it is with his family. "You still can't know if it's going to end well." Izkandar just shrugs. "Then just make sure it will." He briefly places his hand on Chad's back before withdrawing it without much thought, but Chad's heart skips a beat as a light blush colours his cheeks, and then he smiles to himself.

After a few minutes, they arrive in front of Chad's Auradon room. He hesitates and starts to panic internally, knowing his parents will be here. What is he going to say? How will they react? He just stays stuck in front of that door, unable to move, and the other two just look at him in silence. "I'd say whenever you're ready, but you're doing this again, " Iz remarks after a few minutes. "And how do you want me to react?" Chad whispers, and Iz shrugs again in reply. Seems to be his best response. Spin sighs a little. " Okay, you can flirt again later; now it's time." She opens the door and pushes Chad inside. Chad is so stressed he doesn't even really process the 'flirting' allusion and just stares back at Iz with panicked eyes. Iz, however, scoffs at his friend 's words because it doesn't count as flirting, even if for him, it's probably the closest it gets. He catches Chad's expression and breathes out loudly. They planned to stay outside or even go back to their occupation, which means, for Iz, science. But then he ends up following the prince inside, as his presence could help him in any way. It actually does, but the scientist doubts that.

As he enters his room, Chad's mom stands up and reaches out to take him in her arms for a second. "Chad, Chloe told us you had trouble. What happened?" She sounds a little worried but remains quite calm, as if it's not that serious. Chad ends up hugging his mother and cries in her embrace. Chloe and Chad's father are here too. The king then stands and approaches his son, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Chad, it's okay, son; you can tell us everything." Chad is calm enough to step back. "You can start by telling us who this man is. " Chad turns to Iz, who remains near the entrance, not interrupting, nor does he have anything to say, so he just politely nods. It's not Chad who answers first, but Chloe. "It's Chad's friend I told you about." Chad continues then. "Izkandar Aksay. He's..." "Son of Yzma." Iz states simply as he notices hesitation in Chad's attitude, and he's far from being ashamed of his mother. In fact, he's very proud of being her son. At that, Cinderella places a protective hand on her son's shoulder, and the king takes a step forward, but Chad stops them by gently holding his father 's arm. "Wait! He's fine. He's a friend." He looks into the scientist 's eyes gratefully, and his parents step back understandably. Thankfully, his grandfather doesn't know about that part, or he would have punished him. Or not, but close enough. Cinderella refocuses her attention on the prince. "So, what's the matter?" Chad hesitates again. He has never said that out loud before. He glances back at Iz once more to gather courage, or hoping to find some, and unexpectedly, the genius nods. He takes a deep breath. "I... I think I have something to tell you?" He sounds unsure and catches his sister 's eyes behind their mother. He has no clue if she knows and how she does, but she seems supportive. "Like I said, everything, son." His father reassures him, and his mother smiles. "I think I'm gay." And it's done. He said it.

For the first time. And now he's terrified. His parents seem shocked for a second, but Cinderella quickly envelops him in a warm hug. "Oh Chad! It's okay! You'll always be my baby." But the king doesn't seem that thrilled. He looks worried, but angry worried. "Oh." His wife gives him an incredulous look, but he keeps going. "Chad, does your grandfather know?" It's as if something clicked in his head. Chad avoids his father 's eyes and nods shyly. The king sighs and starts pacing as Chad's own worries grow. His mother takes his face in her hands and reaches for her husband. "Henry..." "I'm sorry. I know my father can be old -fashioned and traditional, and I know there’s no way he took that well!" He walks toward his son, puts his hand on his shoulder, and forces him to look at him. "Chad. Chad, look at me. I'm sorry. It's okay. I'll deal with him. Alright? I love you, son." At that, once again, Chad hugs his father. Shortly after that, Cinderella follows, and Chloe joins them. And then Iz is still here but ends up taking his notebook to resume his work again as it was getting really boring.

Then, Chad steps back from his family, walks toward his friend, and lowers his notebook. Iz doesn't complain this time. "Thank you." "You're welcome, little prince."

Later that day, while Chad stays with his family and Iz can finally go back to work, there is indeed a question about his mysterious friend and whether they are dating. If the blush on Chad's face isn't missed by his mother, who ended up not being that surprised by her son's sexuality, the answer is still a "No, we are absolutely not, and never will be, dating." But we'll see about that.

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Fourth day of Descendants Week 2024 @descendantsweek

The Little Prince and the Mad Scientist

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The next week is too quiet. On the first day when Chad doesn't show up at school, Izkandar doesn't seem to care much. After all that happened, he's probably just resting. But after a few days, it becomes more concerning. Once again, it's none of his business. Who is he to interfere in Chad's life? According to the prince, he already did enough. Iz can't really blame him, but he doesn't care much either. Except he cares a little. A little enough for Spin to notice. "Iz, your turn to spiral." She echoes her friend's words toward the prince from last week. "I don't." "You do, and I'm pretty sure it's because you're worried about your little prince." "He hasn't shown up in days. Not like he has a way to contact us, or he would. No need to worry." "But you do anyway." She pauses. "And I gave him your phone number so he could have actually." "And so, what? Why would he, and why would I care?" Spin sighs. "You can be very annoying sometimes, Iz. There are just the two of us; you can tell me." "Tell you what?" He closes his book. "That I'm feeling bad and that I 'm worried about his well-being? Well, I'm not, so..." Spinelle chuckles. "I 've never seen you so compassionate and concerned about anyone, Izkandar..." "Maybe I care a little. But it's not like I can do anything about it. Anyway, he's probably still mad at me or too proud to call." "Yes, or maybe he thinks you hate him, like everyone else would. You're not an easy one to reach." "I have standards." "And those are blond, with curly hair and green eyes." "Hazel-brown, actually, " he corrects. "But you never look, hum?" "I never said I didn't. I'm observant." "Then, what are Ben's colours?" "Why would I know that?" "Seems that you're only observant when it matters..." she notes mockingly. "Fine. Let's suppose I care. Now what?"

Meanwhile, in his castle in Cinderellasburg, Chad spent most of his days crying in his bed, alone. He felt really depressed for too many reasons. He was scared to death that he might go to a military camp or, more likely, a conversion camp or something similar. After all, all his grandfather wants is for him to be straight, find a fair girl, preferably a princess, marry her, and have kids. The perfect family portrait. And Chad will never give them that. He will always be the shame of the family -the burden. He always thought he was a great descendant of the Charming family. It turns out he's not. So, what is he? Nothing.

On Friday, a younger girl with long blue hair and tan skin comes to see Izkandar and Spinelle. All the VKs are surprised, as they never expected a visit from any AK, let alone a younger one.

"I need your help." Iz looks up from his book and gazes at the girl with a very confused expression. "Why would we help you?" "Because I saw you at my brother's ball. " Izkandar and Spinelle exchange a look, and the scientist asks, "Chad has a sister?" "Chloe Charming. I'm worried about my brother. I think he's in trouble, and I saw you with him last week. I believe you're his friends." Izkandar shrugs. "I believed we were." He returns to his reading. "Were? What happened?" "I guess he might be a bit upset with me." He doesn't seem to mind much, but Spin knows better. It's not the first time her friend brings that up. Chloe frowns. "Why?" "Your grandfather misinterpreted my words." "He actually interpreted them well, and that's the whole point, " Spinelle argues. "Still, not what I said." Spinelle sighs. Chloe shakes her head. "Well, I'm sure Chad is in trouble, and I need help." "What does the little prince need from us, then?" Iz asks nonchalantly. "I haven't seen him since he went to see my grandfather. After what happened at the ball, I'm worried about what could have happened to him." "What can happen to him anyway?" Chloe takes the book from Iz's hands, and the scientist glares at her. "I know my brother, and from what I've heard, I'm pretty sure he's locked in his room. Grandfather told our parents Chad wanted to enrol in a military school and that he needs some space for himself." She explains, and the VK frowns. "The little prince to a military school? Sounds like a conversion camp if you want my opinion." "Is it true? Is my brother gay?" "How do you know about that?" Chloe smiles. "He is my brother; I live with him. You've seen him." Spin answers: " Oh, finally someone who notices! I was starting to believe all of you heroes are blind and stupid!" She gives a proud look at Chloe. "I like you." Chloe smiles back at her. "I really wanted to help my brother, but I don't know how. I doubt my parents will trust me. I have a feeling you'll help my brother. He needs your help." Izkandar sighs heavily. "Fine. But I don't see how I can help with your family problems." "Iz, I know you can come up with an idea because you're a genius." "Spin, I know what you are doing, and you know it doesn't work on me. And I guess I can't poison anyone, so I don't really see how I can be helpful..." "Please, I just want to make sure my brother will be safe." Iz exhales a long breath and pinches his nose. "Fine, I'll come up with an idea. But it's only because he’s grown on me a little bit..." Chloe jumps happily. "Thanks! I knew I could count on you! You know, my brother doesn't have as many friends as he would like us to believe..." Iz raises a knowing eyebrow at that statement. He hasn't seen the prince with many people except Ben, and if he really had that many friends, he probably wouldn't be staying with them. Maybe he thought he had before all VKs came into sight, but now, the prince might feel a bit lonely. He doesn't have such an easy-going personality, as he appears a little superficial and egocentric. However, Izkandar isn't bothered by this side of Chad's personality, being fairly self-centred himself and far from being as approachable as the prince. Does Iz feel lonely? Absolutely not. First, he has Spin and Caesar; plus, he really enjoys the calm of small groups with little talking, with plenty of time for science. In fact, with his projects, he doesn't even have time for socializing, let alone a relationship. However, Spin is convinced it would actually be good for him to be more social or even have someone. Someone who isn't her, because they tried that in the past, and it didn't work.

Now, Iz and Spin are stuck with a foolish mission to save a foolish prince. (Is he intriguing? Maybe. Is he stupid? For Iz, everyone is a little stupid, but he's not like his uncle if you ask. Don't mistake this; Iz loves his uncle; he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed). But the scientist is out of good ideas this time, so he's going to ask for advice from the only person he respects for her intellect: his mother. He knows she'll help him. VKs all have access to the isle they can use, and this seems like the best time for that. Spin and Iz are both going to meet Iz's mother: the great Yzma, in her lab.

They enter a lab, not taking the roller coaster entrance, but the secret back door. "Hi, Mother, " Iz says in a still monochord tone. "Izkandar! My son! I miss you, my little genius!" "I miss you too, Mother, but I came here for advice." They all sit at a table. "Everything you want!" Iz has always been his mother 's favourite. If Chad is his father's son, Iz is truly his mother's. "I made a 'friend' in Auradon." "Oh! Great! Tell me more!" Yzma comments. "He's a prince." He provides some context, and his mother's face contorts into a frown. "Oh... royalty." But Iz just keeps going, knowing exactly what she means. "And now he's in a bad position with his family. His grandfather locked him in his room and planned to send him to some sort of conversion camp. I believe they're not very open about his homosexuality." Yzma listens attentively, and the frown changes into a more reflective expression. "I see. I told you those people weren't good. They 're all very egocentric. And for what? Comfort, power, reputation? But what happens when someone raises them and they plan a knife in their back! FIRING THEM!" She starts getting angry. "Calm down, Mother. It' s not worth it. Anyway, I still need to help my friend, but his parents seem to trust his grandfather. They didn't have a chance to talk to him yet, and I'm running out of time." Yzma calms down and starts thinking again. "Sweetheart, I don't get why you want to help him so much." Iz shrugs. "Not sure yet, but he's not that bad, I guess. I enjoy his company." Izkandar has always been honest with his mother. "If you really want to help him, then you already know how to use poisons..." Iz sketches a smile and chuckles softly. "I don't think killing people will do any good, even if it's tempting. I still don't know how to do it." "I'm not sure about those heroes; parents can be really bad there, but if he has good parents, maybe they'll understand. Parents are supposed to love their child, especially when they are as exceptional as my little alchemist!" "Thanks, Mother."

Iz and Spin come back soon because time is playing against us, as Chad is supposed to leave the next morning according to his sister. It's now or never. "I hate you..." Iz states, and Spin chuckles. "Like it's my fault. You're the one caring about the prince. I just make sure you won't regret anything." She winks at her friend. The blonde sighs heavily, pinching his nose. "So, Mister Genius, what's the plan?" Izkandar looks away absently. "First, we should pick up the little prince; then, I have a feeling his sister can arrange something..." "You have a 'feeling. ' Wow, that's a new one." Iz gives her an unamused look. "Don't give me that stare, Iz. We both know you never act on feelings." Iz rolls his eyes. She's not wrong, but he's a bit out of time yet.

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Third day of Descendants Week 2024 @descendantsweek

The Little Prince and the Mad Scientist

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The week following the ball wasn't that bad, even though Chad can't stop thinking about it all. But his "sin" will catch up to him .

The initial week following that party wasn't too terrible. Chad continues to feel quite down and miserable. He's somewhat apprehensive about being gay, concerned about others finding out or even worst if people are already aware. He's afraid of anyone 's eyes on him, and he wishes it's just a nightmare. He’s somewhat scared about encountering his grandfather once more. Ben is here for him, obviously, but he also has duties and his own life to deal with. Chad doesn't really feel like being alone, and it's not like he has many friends. Nevertheless, it turns out that he never actually finds himself alone for an entire day. He always gets caught by a red-haired girl and her very handsome -sexy- best friend, who rarely lifts his gaze from his book. (And don't forget the caiman; Ceasar always tags along). It shouldn't be a problem. Actually, Chad enjoys being with Iz, even though the scientist seems to have a clear dislike for him. However, the issue is that Spin is constantly present, and now Chad is convinced they are pitying him. Why would they even do that? They are VKs. Iz lacks sensitivity, while Spin seems to be always playing a game with everyone. Chad really doesn't want to raise his hopes; in fact, he doesn't want that. It's hard enough to not be straight, let alone fall for a VK, and what a VK! He's full of himself, proud, narcissistic, egocentric, condescending... A bit like Chad but smarter. Plus, Chad feels like a fool for that silly hug. Why did he do that? It was foolish, and he was still mad at him. What changed? Nothing. And it’s the worst. Does Iz know? Probably. Iz usually knows better, or maybe Spin knows and told him. Regardless, following that day, Iz's behavior remained the same. Chad would prefer if Iz pushed him away instead of ignoring him like this. Maybe he doesn't know, after all. At the very least, Chad being gay doesn't seem like an issue whatsoever. And Chad has to admit he stands up for him about that, even if it was his fault in the first place and the scientist doesn't seem to make a big deal out of it. Like it wasn't that important after all. It is for Chad. After all, he only had his sexual crisis that same day and wasn't even really sure of anything. And how did Iz know that before him?

"You're spiralling again..." Iz's voice reaches Chad's ears while the boy with white hair doesn't even glance up. "Apologies for disturbing your focus again..." Chad lets out a passive-aggressive snort. "You're gay, and so what? I'm pretty sure your friend Ben doesn't mind." Chad feels his heart ache slightly at that. "Izkandar, darling, I'm not sure it's about our furred King." Once more, Spin's word stung. He saw that coming; he didn't think he would get attached at all. There are no indications of fondness, only disdain or perhaps indifference in Iz's demeanor towards him, so why does it hurt? Is it because he can read him? Or just because sometimes he thinks he cares, even if just slightly? Or is it because he stands by him? He betrays him! Well, it wasn't exactly a betrayal since they aren't particularly close, but still. Chad must be a major masochist. He hates himself for that. He hears the clap of a shutting book, which draws Chad back to reality. "You're doing it again, Little Prince." At this moment, Iz is observing him, yet he doesn't appear to be truly angry. "Whose fault?" "Brain, hormones..." Izkandar starts listing before being interrupt. "No!... You know what I mean." "You still need to calm down." Iz reopens his book. "Why should I forgive you?" "I didn't say that you should. I said you should calm down." The blond looks puzzled and frowns. He anticipated that the scientist would fight back. "That's all?" "I’m not the one staying with someone I'm mad at, Chad..." Fair point. Chad exhales deeply and gets to his feet. He doesn't want to be alone, and he can't get over Spinelle's ‘that’s what friends are for’ words. He doesn't know what he was thinking. "I'm not asking you to leave either if that’s what you thought." Chad sits back and looks down again. "Then what?" "Like I said: calm down." Easier said than done. The prince can't shake any of this from his mind, and it’s consuming him. Iz exhales deeply, and Chad anticipates another comment, but instead, he hands him a blank sheet and a pen. "What's that for?" "Write it down if you don't want to talk, or draw something, or whatever, but get it out of your head for good; it's annoying..." It's weird because Chad is silent and doesn't bother anyone, and he's still annoying the scientist with his problems. "Or talk. You can go to Ben for that, or even talk to us if you want, but stop that." Chad catches the fondness in Spinelle 's smile toward Iz, and it doesn't help. How the hell will he tell them about that part? Them or anyone? No way. He's humiliated enough already.

"It's just..." He pauses, unsure if Izkandar is truly paying attention. "...nothing..." "It's not nothing, but whatever, " Iz answers, clearly listening even if he's also reading at the same time. Chad hesitates again; he's not sure he can really trust them. Weirdly, he has more trust in Iz since he outed him than before, which makes no sense.

It's nearly the end of the week when Ben meets Chad again. Ben has been a little distant, and Chad has worried. "Why didn't you tell me?" Ben inquires, pained in his tone. Chad is quiet for a while and gives a shrug. "Told you what?" "You were gay. I would have supported you, you know. I thought we were best friends, and... and your new friends seem to already know..." Once more, Chad take his time, gazing at the ground. "I didn't know..." He takes a deep breath and looks at the ceiling. "I... I don't even know. I... and I have no clue how this... ‘bastard’ found out. I didn’t; why did he!?" He starts rambling again, concerned about the whole situation. He doesn't want to lose his friend. Ben stands up just to sit beside him. "Chad, it's okay ... What happened then? What did Izkandar do?" Chad sighs, irritated. He's not sure how to explain it, and how it would seem that he still spends time with him. "He kind of outed me, and I wasn't ready, nor was I ready to admit it to myself, I guess." He looks at Ben with a sad smile, and Ben gives him a sympathetic look. "He really sounds like a jerk now. I should have listened to you..." Chad shakes his head. "No, he's not... Well... He kind of is, but not really... you know..." He hisses at his own words. How desperate does it sound? Ben looks away for a moment and begins to ponder, uncertain about how to reply. "You like him, right?" Chad's eyes widen in shock. "What? Wait... N-nooo! Noooo! Why would I... No!" And he doesn't sound convincing at all, according to Ben's chuckle. "Oh god, you really do." It's a statement from a best friend. Chad sighs again. "Maybe..." He looks down. "But why? This is stupid; I'm stupid. He is... you know! And..." Yes, Izkandar doesn't look like the best match. He's not even nice to him. And now he feels even worse and more stupid. "You're not stupid, Chad. You know how mysterious guys can sometimes look appealing." Chad blushes a bright shade of red. Maybe it's not just that. He hated him at first and only fell for him after getting to know him, and once again it makes no sense. "I guess I'm a fucking masochist." He laughs softly. Ben elbows him playfully. "You'll get over him eventually. You'll find someone better." Chad isn't sure he wants to find someone else or if he can have anyone better. Look at him; he's a stupid prince who uses people for his own benefit and keeps complaining about not following the rules or about VKs with no manners. He’s probably one of the most annoying guys in the whole school. He’s pretty sure most people only pretend to like him or support him because he's a prince. That's all. And in some way, Izkandar, one of the most socially difficult people on earth who seems hell of selective in his friendships, talks to him. Chad never really thought about that part, but sometimes he wonders where his real friends are. There is Ben, of course, and he's on good terms with Doug, Evie, Jay, and Carlos, but he's not sure they'll stand up for him or worry about him, let alone be there for him when he needs someone. And even if it's only because Spin made it happen, she and her hot best friend are here for him in some way. For someone like Chad, who has always held certain biases against VKs, it feels odd, and Iz 's personality doesn't help. "I'm pretty sure he's with Spinelle anyway..." Ben pats his back.

The week eventually comes to an end, and Chad has to meet his grandfather again. He kept it to himself and somewhat wishes he hadn't. He really doesn't want to see him. He knocks on his grandfather's door and then opens it. His grandfather is occupied with documents and hardly pays him any mind. He glances at him, not very pleased. "Does anyone know?" He accuses him. Chad knows exactly what he means and reluctantly nods. His grandfather sighs with irritation. "So, everyone knows my descent is an aberration..." "No, not... not everyone, Grandfather." "Stop calling me that. I'm no longer your grandfather until you stop your silliness. Do you know how bad it would be for the family? It would bring shame upon us all! Have you considered what your dad might think? He would feel extremely disappointed! You're a disgrace to the family! And until this sin of yours is over, you're staying in your room! No contact, no phone, no internet, nothing!" He pauses, and Chad's distress deepens with every word, probably believing them. He fights back tears because crying would be the worst thing to do. "Men don't cry!" he yells. " That’s the reason I located a military camp for you. An excellent one. They will turn you into a man. You will go the following week! Now hand over your phone and leave!" Chad does so. He knew it would somehow end up like this. He knew he would never be accepted in his family. He knew all of that. He feels disgusting and ashamed. How could he do this to his family, to his father? What would his friends do? Probably nothing. No one will probably notice anyway. He's trapped and lonely.

[reginaldpatterson]

Second day of Descendants Week 2024 @descendantsweek

The Little Prince and the Mad Scientist

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chad meet his Grandfather, and the King has an idea Chad is going to regret… As celebration, a ball for Chad to choose a girl to Marry wasn't what he was expecting.

Whatever passes through Chad's Grandfather's mind is not a good thing at all. He already did that with his son, now he's attempting it once more with his grandson. It was a family reunion when it hits Chad.

"Chad, my boy, you're a grown-up man now. And soon you'll succeed your father and you'll require a wife. What's up with you boys? How did you two manage to remain single for so long? " Chad's Grandfather begins. "Father..." Henry begins speaking, but his father interrupts him shortly after. "Do I have to do it all by myself?" He inquires. "What do you mean, grandfather?" Chad tries.

"I intend to arrange a ball. In the same way I did for your father. It worked pretty well for him." He looks at his son who just nods. Cinderella gives her son a concerned expression, although Chad is unsure of the reason. It can't be that bad, can it? But now, a ball has been planned for him in a few weeks and Chad isn't sure how to feel about it. In fact, it occupies nearly all his thoughts, or close to it.

A couple of days afterwards, he shared the news with Ben, who then gave him a curious look. His friend appears to be slightly concerned about the plan. Probably because of all the VKs or something like that. However, Chad can sense the worry in his friend's behavior.

And the following days are not very helpful either. He attends classes and almost everyone is aware of this party.  And once again, everyone is invited. Mostly young, single girls around his age. He ends up crossing paths with Iz and Spin again. And he can swear his heart did a thing. Not a good one. He internally panics. Why does he? He has no reason to feel that way. He just sees Iz once and he starts doubting as hell. Even worse: Iz notices. Or he's sure he does because of that thing he does with his lips (and how the hell does Chad notice that?). He won't leave it at that. Because for some unknown reason known only by Spin, they end up at the same table at lunch, he was questioned.

"You really should worry less loudly, Little Prince; I have issues staying focused." The scientist says, more concerned by his work than Chad's well-being. "I'm getting married soon, how do you want me to feel?!" Chad answers a bit angrily and Iz looks up with a certain confusion, a confusion shared by Spin and even Caesar who turns his head toward the prince. "Did I miss the part when you got yourself a boyfriend?" Iz simply asks and Chad's world falls apart. His eyes widen in shock and his mouth falls open. It will take him a couple more moments to regain composure. "I'm not... I don't-" He yells before quickly lowering his voice to a whisper. "I don't like men!" He sounds like the most offended person they've ever seen. And Spinelle finds it funny as Iz sighs. "Oh great, you haven't realized yet..." It was akin to a straightforward declaration as he returns to his tasks. "What makes you think that anyway!? I'll find a great girl at this ball, a princess I will marry." Iz gazes at him without blinking for a moment, making Chad feel uneasy. Iz remains silent, but his glance says enough. "Yeah... Clearly, it is what will bring you joy..." And once more he returns to his work. "Why do you even care?" "I don't." Iz looks up. "What about that ball anyway? It's not like you can go to a party, pick a random girl and propose her." He hears Spinelle uttering: "Oh." Like she really gets something that Iz is completely unaware of. "I guess mister I-know-everything really did miss the news then." Chad answers before leaving. Iz seeks out Spinelle to gather information.

Iz's revelation keeps running in Chad's head, no matter how hard he tries to push it away. However, it is already too late. He's here at a party he has no desire to attend. And he has a bad feeling about it. It's like a gut feeling, like feeling sick. He doesn't want to marry. Not even a Princess. Not a girl. He remembers back when he dated Audrey, she only did that to make Ben jealous. Perhaps that's also the reason he did it then... Is he gay after all? No, he can't. That's silly. His family, especially his grandfather, would never approve of it.

Ben finally catches sight of Chad in the crowd and makes his way over to him. He looks concerned.

"You’re ok? You seem... off?" Ben asks. Chad absentmindedly hums, unsure of himself. "Chad, did you hear me? Listen, I know you don't want this, you don't seem happy about it. And that's fair, but you can't just pretend-" The blond prince interrupts. "Why is he doing here?" He sounds more confused and internally panicked than angry. Ben glances over to see Izkandar and Spinelle arriving at the ball. And oh, that makes sense now. "So, this is it, right?" Chad looks back at Ben with confusion. "What?" "Him. That's him?" He asks again and Chad starts to panic internally. "Whom? Iz?! NOOOOOOO, no no no no no!" He chuckles a little to mask his anxiety. "Ben! I don't... you know? That's silly! I can't!" As Ben gives him a look that is both knowing and reassuring, he begins to stutter. "Chad, it's fine.” Ben smiles, but Chad 's face just loses his smile and goes full worry. He's now whispering to Ben. "No Ben. You don't get it. I can't. I'm not... - Ok?" He turns around, and now Ben is very worried for him.

A few hours earlier, Spin managed to persuade Iz to attend the ball. "I can't believe I'm at that stupid ball..." Spin nudged him with her elbow and gestured towards Chad with her head. "Your little Prince doesn't look good, I'm sure he'll need a friend." Iz sighed but didn’t 't waste his time arguing about nonsense. "Iz, stop being so broody... that prince is completely head over heels for you." "You should tell him that. Because I'm pretty sure he isn't aware..." Spin yanked Iz's arm and dragged him into the crowd.

Chad's mind is constantly swirling with thoughts about everything. Why must he come to that realization at the most inconvenient moment? He is not prepared for this and he never will be. However, he also doesn't want to spend his life like this. He wants to be happy. He notices Iz and Spin in the crowd. Spinelle's arms are laced around Izkandar's. Why does it hurt so much? He's not surprised. The two are very close. And really, Iz looks stunning in that suit. And no! He's at it again! Ok, maybe he's gay. Maybe he likes guys, but why him? Why a villain? Why the most insensitive person on this earth? He can't read him. He doesn't seem to have emotions. So why? Why couldn't he had fall for Ben instead? Ok, maybe he had a crush on Ben once, and it wouldn't have been better. Ben is his best friend; he can't lose him. Chad is so lost in his thoughts he doesn't even see his grandfather coming.

"Son! How's the party? I take great pride in it. Any pretty girls catching your eyes?" He winks at him and Chad feels bad and uneasy. He is somewhat scared of his grandfather's potential harsh reaction and chooses to remain silent, so he keeps pretending. "Yes, good party." He bows politely and Ben saves his life by greeting the old king. He politely bows and Ben rescues him by greeting the elderly king. Chad breathes out and seizes the chance to walk a few steps away before feeling a hand on his shoulder. He jumps and turns back to see Iz and Spin. His heart goes on a roller coaster when he meets Iz 's eyes and realizes the hand doesn’t belong to Spin. He's more than confused by Iz 's face, which looks concerned? Chad frowns.

“You’re okay, little prince?” Izkandar asks. Noticing the confusion in the prince 's eyes, he comments, "You're shaking and look like a dead body." Spinelle, as a translator, explains that "Iz is trying to say that you're as white as hell”. Chad looks at his hands, indeed shaking. He looks back at Ben, who surely noticed too. While Chad pays attention to the VK, Iz is observing the party's host with a new expression on his face that he hasn't seen before, but he can't decipher what it is. He frowned at the scientific gaze directed towards him. "I still doubt any girls here will suit you. I mean, I'm convinced none will." Iz might look serious, Chad only has one question in his head right now. "What are you doing here?" Iz shrugs in a nonchalant gesture. "Spin forces me..." He seems serious, and Chad doesn't like it. He wished he would have come for him. "However now I'm here, I see why. But I don't know why I feel concerned. It's none of my business." Chad is confused. Is Iz confused too? No, Iz is never confused. So why is he like that? "I don't need your pity, " is all Chad manages to find to answer. Spin sighs slightly annoyed. "Iz won't tell you, so I will: It's what are friends for." She gives Iz a look, but his expression remains the same. Actually, Iz just shrugs like it's a matter of fact. Chad's eyes widen as he fixes the white-haired man. "Friends...?" He asks unsure. The scientist shrugs again. "I guess it's the word for when people spend time together." Chad frowns, and his heart starts bouncing again. Now he's friends with Izkandar Aksay, the son of Yzma. And he's happy about it. Deep inside him, he knows how he feels, yet a part of him questions if they are simply toying with him. "You should tell him Chad is feeling even more perplexed and slightly anxious now. What's in Iz's mind? Does he think he loves Ben? Because no, not anymore. The VK points someone out with his eyes. Chad follows it and lands on his grandfather. He quickly turns back to Iz, now feeling extremely anxious. "No!" He nearly shouts before speaking in a hushed tone. "I can't do that..." Chad's expression of panic did not go unnoticed. However, the Prince has already attracted the attention of his grandfather.

"Son! There you are! And..." He scans the VKs. "And what are those people?" He turns to Chad who is even paler. "Chadwick, what are you waiting for lad? Introduce me to this gentleman and her lady!" Spin and Iz esquisses a little smile at this. Indeed, unlike some other VK, they are distinguished. No wonder the old king didn't realize. "Yes, my apologies. Grandfather this is Izkandar Aksay and Spinelle Medusa." He hesitates a little, unsure how to say that. "They are new students.” He turns back at his ‘friends’. “Iz, Spin, my grandfather, the king of Cinderellasburg." Both the VKs politely bow, because they have manners. "Where were we? Ah! Yes! The party! Have you found someone already?" Chad 's eyes land on Iz for a moment, but he quickly turns away and tries to scan the crowd. "Hm... not yet." He tries. "Chad, if you don't choose anyone before midnight, I'm afraid I'll have to pick one for you. I've a few in mind."

"It's in five minutes!" "Well, then, you have five minutes!" Iz frowns visibly and stands a little closer to Chad. "Sorry to interrupt, but have you considered the possibility of the chosen one not being a girl?" And no! He really hasn't said that? Because now Chad is currently in a state of increased panic. He's sure his heart just simply ceases to beat. How dare he? The king's face contorts in anger, outraged. "What are you talking about, young man?! Are you implying my grandson might be a faggot? Not under my roof!" Chad takes a small step backward and accidentally collides with Iz, who remains completely still. "I'm not suggesting anything, mister. It calls being open-minded, but it seems like you're not familiar with the concept..." The king now appears completely red, unlike Chad who’s very white. "How dare you talk to me like that?!" "Grandfather, please..." The king shifts his focus back to his grandson and whispers in a very quiet voice, while leaning on him. "Is it true, Chadwick? Are you-" He double-checks around them to make sure no one else is listening. "Are you a faggot?" Chad gulps. "Still not what I said." Iz adds, thinking 'even if he is' but doesn't phrase it. Nevertheless, the monarch, chooses to ignore it. Ben chooses this time to show up. Great timing.

"What's happening? Is everything alright?" The old king looks towards Ben. "Did you know?" Ben looks confused. "Did you know my grandson is a fag?" Concern reaches Ben and he glances at Chad, who looks like he was about to faint. He also notices the intimidating glares from Izkandar and Spinelle and is surprised by how scary the scientist can be. "I'm not sure it's a good time to talk about it. You should just cancel and think about it with a fresh mind, " Ben tries to help. The king snorts and turns away, leaving them alone. Ben almost runs into Chad's space and holds him by his shoulders. "Chad! Are you okay?! Breathe, it's okay." Chad catches his breath he didn't even know he was holding with Ben's help, tries to calm down. While the boys are busy breathing, Spin puts her hand on Iz's shoulder. "Calm down. You know people in high spheres are stupid." Iz hums nonchalantly and focuses his attention back on the prince who is shaking. "We should go somewhere quiet." Ben nods and manoeuvres Chad toward an empty room of the castle, followed by the VKs.

Meanwhile, Chad began sobbing and ended up nestled in Ben's embrace, as Ben did his utmost to soothe him. "Chad, calm down, it's okay." It's useless. "I doubt it will be really okay." Everyone turns to Iz but Chad, giving him a look. "He's a huge bigot." "Iz!" Spin stopped him, but Chad, who starts to slowly recompose. "No, he's right..." Chad turns to Iz accusingly. "Why did you do this?!" Iz shrugs. "How was I supposed to know your grandfather was an intolerant douchebag?" "Listen! I don't know how it is on the isle, and I don't care! You didn't have the right to do this!" "I technically didn't do anything, little Prince. But now the wedding is canceled, so you're welcome." "Oh yeah! Thank you for ruining my life!" "What life, little prince? Sorry to tell you this, but you don't want to marry a girl, and you're not very subtle about it. You wouldn't have been happy." "It wasn't up to you to make that choice for me!" Iz stays silent for a second. "Well, maybe you're right, and I'm sorry. But still, your grandfather is an idiot. Don't take his words too much to heart." It's probably one of the nicest things Iz tells him. Although Chad may still be upset with him, he can't control the small blush on his face. "I still hate you." "I 'm pretty sure you don't, but I'm sorry anyway." And Iz is, kind of. It wasn't very delicate of him, and it even if he would argue it’s not exactly what he said. And it doesn't turn out great either. It was so different than the isle; he kind of forgot how it worked here. Chad sighs. "Come on..." He wraps his arms around Iz without warning, and Iz freezes for a second and rolls his eyes before awkwardly patting Chad's back. Chad reluctantly breaks apart and steps back slightly.

“Hm… sorry, I just…” Chad starts. “Needed a hug, I guess that.” Iz finishes. Chad snorts and tries to pretend he didn’t.

[reginaldpatterson]

First day of Descendants Week 2024 @descendantsweek

The Little Prince and the Mad Scientist

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

What if, after the first trial year, Ben decided to open Auradon's school to all the children of villains? Among all the new villains, one in particular catches Chad's attention. However, the year doesn't really turn out the way he expected it to.

Today is a special day at Auradon. Last year, Ben invited three VKs to spend the year with them. It was a success, so he decides to give all VKs their chance and open the school to everyone. Chad is uncertain about this choice. He eventually grew fond of Jay and Carlos, but it was a gradual process and he still has reservations about whether it's wise. But Ben is the king and his best friend. The prince finds it difficult to trust him, but he still wants to.

Ben arranged a large event at the school for new students to provide all necessary resources and support for their adjustment. Similarly to how it happened with Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos one year before. However, since it is a school, those who feel the most at ease can consider attending classes. Not many VKs were expected anyway. Who would choose to attend class when they could just skip? Who would want to go to class when they can skip? Chad's first class is chemical and when he enters, there are already two new faces. A beautiful woman with long, shiny ginger hair wearing a red dress and a very gorgeous (oh wait no, Chad isn't thinking that! Maybe he is?) man with cold skin, white hair, icy blue eyes, and a stoic face. When the professor walks in, he asks the new students to say a few words about themselves. The man, who is tall and resembles a professional model, stands up with a casual appearance and attitude. Very cold and mysterious.

"Izkandar Askey, son of Yzma." He states simply in a very monochord voice. The girl stands up, she's way warmer, a little seductive in her attitude with her deep red lips, yet still simple and enigmatic, speaking very little. "Spinelle Medusa, daughter of Madame Medusa." The teacher appears slightly puzzled as he likely expected more words from the VKs. "Thanks for attempting my class, we will assess your progress in the program and determine next steps."

Upon hearing this, Spinelle chuckles lightly while Izkandar reacts with a cough. "What made you laugh Miss?" Spin grins in an amusing manner. "You're most likely the one who needs to catch up with that guy!" She gestures towards her friend. "We'll find out soon enough..." The professor responds. "Today, you will only be matched with a partner, and it's better for your assimilation to not stick together He shoots a meaningful glance at the VKs, but none of them seem to care much. Spinelle gives Izkandar an amused smile and wanders to look for a partner. Spinelle smiles at Izkandar in amusement before wandering off to find a partner. Due to unknown circumstances, Chad is the sole person left and must approach Izkandar, who is motionless and shows no interest in seeking a partner.

"Hi, seems we're together." Chad attempts to be friendly, but Izkandar barely acknowledges him, focused on his notebook. "I work alone." Chad breathes out heavily, already pissed. "Like it's a pleasure for me..." Sitting beside the newcomer, he doesn't have many options and attempts once more to engage in conversation. It's not like he's really interested in this class anyway.

"Why are you here, anyway?" once again, not a glance, but a brief, direct brief response. It's not going to be easy... "Science." Chad lets out another sigh. "Fine. No talking. So what?" Izkandar shrugs. "Working." However, Iz didn't bother paying attention to the experiment assigned for the class "Do you realize that you're not focusing on the right task, right?" And this time, Izkandar raises his head and gazes at him with eyes as shining as ice. Breathtaking. (No, not breathtaking at all, Chad is breathing perfectly right now!)

“Why would I do a basic experiment?" Chad looks at him in confusion, genuinely not understanding. Izkandar quickly resumes his own tasks while Chad becomes increasingly impatient. "Ok, I don't care if it's basic for you, now we are paired together and we're supposed to do this!" Although he doesn't value the class very much, the behavior of the white-haired man is really getting on his nerves. "So what? You can do this if you want. I'm not stopping you..." Like it's something Chad can manage by himself. "You never heard of teamwork?" Chad retorts. "Not my thing." Chad sighs again and sits back in his chair. Awesome. The new VK is completely self-centered. Chad vaguely takes the paper and starts reading it, looking puzzled as he struggles to fully understand it. The loud workings of his brain likely caused him to hear a sigh. "Let me guess, you can't do it?" Izkandar was pinching his nose. "Sorry, Mr. Genius, but not all of us master basic science like a pro!" He's really pissed. Izkandar lets out another sigh and inhales deeply. "I will regret that..." Closing his notebook, he then grasps the paper from the prince's outstretched hand. After reading it briefly, the scientist hands it back to Chad. "I'm not doing it." Chad gives him a curious look. "But I can help you."

Chad seems to be caught off guard by this sudden shift in behavior. This guy is very odd. He recomposes and straightens a bit. "Ok, fine." Chad offers a handshake. "I'm Chad, by the way. Chad Charming." Izkandar shows very little reaction and somewhat disregards the hand. "Great, a Little Prince." He doesn't sound thrilled, but everything he says seems very unemotional to this point Chad awkwardly retracts his hand and coughs, obviously upset by the tone. He already hates him. "And you're Izkandar, right?" He inquires. "What an excellent deduction as I mentioned that only a few minutes ago." He answers sarcastically, giving him a pointed look Chad can't quite define before returning to the vial he was working on. " You can call me Iz." He absentmindedly comments, making Chad feel strange.

Following that day, they continue to encounter each other occasionally. Chad acts like he doesn't like him, but let's be real: Iz is actually quite well-mannered for a VK. He always maintains good posture, looks classy in his purple suits, and has engaging conversations when he does speak. Overall, they aren't that different. Both of them appear as egocentric aristocrats with a tendency towards a slight superiority complex. But there is something else with Iz, or mostly with his friend, Spinelle. A caiman always tails her, almost like it's a dog. Although it may have been unsettling initially, no one appears to be bothered now. She has a crocodile at school. But it's okay, normal! Whatever! And the first time he saw him, Chad really freaked out.

It was on second day at school. Mister sciences over socialization is walking with was strolling with his friend when Chad passed by them, only to suddenly collide with the lockers and panic as he saw the damn caiman. The caiman gazes at him inquisitively, like he was making a fool of himself over a mouse. Spinelle thought it was funny, and even though she has a bit of a superior air, she doesn't seem too terrible. Not exactly super friendly, but not as oblivious as the stone-faced guy walking next to her who only notices the scene when he hears his friend. “What a brave Little Prince.” Iz answers and Spin playfully, even if kind of mockingly, back the prince up. “Come on Iz. Caesar can be a really impressive boy.” Iz shakes his head, but doesn’t seem more bothered. “If you say so…” He looks as said Caesar who gazes proudly at them, swelling his chest and almost wagging his tail. “You’re a good boy. Now go apologize the ‘Little Prince’ as Iz called him.” She discreetly gives her friend a look and a wink and he responds by rolling his eyes. Caesar reach for Chad who’s still paralysed. “Don’t! Get away! This… THIS IS A CROCODILE!” Spinelle chuckles slightly at that and Izkandar echoes what he said the day before. “Once more, such impressive deductive skills.” Spinelle turns to face him giving him an impressed look Chad can’t understand and Iz shrugs. Spinelle turns back to Chad. “He won’t eat your hand if it’s what you fear.” She reaches out her hand to him. “I’m Spin by the way, you just met Caesar, and I believe you already know the mad scientist behind me”. Iz appears to be ignoring everything around him, already focused on the book he is holding. Chad looks uncertain, glancing at both Iz and Caesar before finally taking Spin's hand. “Chad Charming.” He performs a polite bow in front of her.  “Nice to meet you. You probably guess we don’t know much Auradon Kids.” Spin adds and Chad gazes at Iz. “And I believe some of you have less social life than others.” Iz doesn't even look up from his book. “And some are convinced they don’t need any.” The red-haired jokes at her friend. “See you then ‘Little Prince’” she teases once more, departing with Izkandar as they walk away. He will never get over that stupid surname. He hates him.

However, after a week, Chad keeps complaining about, not the VKs, but about one specific VK. And really, Ben's not sure he can listen to one more story about the damn scientist, the pretty lady, and the crocodile. And Ben actually begins to feel a bit concerned for his friend.

"Ben, you don't understand! He drives me crazy! He keeps calling me 'Little Prince' and he's so cold, and he is very distant, never listening to me when I speak to him. He keeps fooling me and making fun of me! I hate him!" Chad rambles. "Chad, why are you still trying to talk to them if you hate them! And I'm not even sure he did that on purpose. From what you told me, he just reacts when you do something or say something... I don't get why you're so obsessed..." Chad goes all pink and scoffs offended. "Wh- I... I'm not obsessed! He- That’s his fault!" He stutters, not even sure what he's saying or why he's stuttering. " Why do you constantly bring them up? There are so many new students and VKs and honestly. Izkandar and Spinelle are far from being a problem. They both go to class; they don't bully other students..." Chad interrupts him. "What about me?!" Ben sighs. "I'm sorry, Chad... If you want, I'll get a look at them. But what do you expect me to do?". If he was honest, Chad wouldn’t 't call it bullying anyway. He mostly feels like he needs to ramble about it with his best friend, but he kind of forgot his best friend is really busy right now with all the changes. He sighs and nods. "Thanks, Ben." Ben pats his shoulder. "That's what are friends for. " And it feels nice.

Chad doesn't know yet, but he'll really need a friend because the VKs would soon not be his top concern anymore...

[descendantsweek]

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Day Two (12/02): Celebration / Soulmate AU

Day Three (12/03): Virtues / Sin

Day Four (12/04): Holiday / Role Reversal

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[zerolostwalks]

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force for Peterpatter?

(AO3)

It was a joke. Reggie knew it had been a joke…right? He played it off like it was a joke. So Luke wasn’t entirely sure why it kept bothering him the way it did, and at the most random of times. 

Never when Luke thought it should have happened upon later contemplation.

Like while sharing a microphone would make sense. However, that felt as tense as it always had. A moment shared feeding off the energy of performing and cementing Luke’s “chemistry” argument more than anything. But no different than any time before.

No, it was while they all sat around doing their own things and sharing the same space; Luke would look up to see Reggie softly smiling as he strummed out a tune on his bass. Or when Reggie had casually stolen a sip from Alex’s milkshake. Luke’s eyes were constantly being drawn to Reggie’s mouth, remembering how soft his lips were against his fingertips, wishing he could be that goddamned straw just to feel them again.

And everytime he’d think that maybe he should bring it up or say something Reggie’s voice would always echo around his head. “Girl’s am I right?” accompanied by a tense shallow laugh and Luke’s insides would twist as something painfully tried to crawl its way up his throat. 

Beyond that brief moment where Reggie had been very obviously flustered the other boy didn’t seem as affected by the whole thing as Luke. 

Which, just, that proved it right? Luke was overthinking it. 

After all if Reggie didn’t find it a big deal and clearly wasn’t lingering on it then neither should he. 

Right?

“I’m off.” Alex announced from where he was standing by the studio doors, one late afternoon.

Luke glanced up from his notebook and guitar towards the drummer. From the corner of his eye he caught Reggie smile and wiggle those dark expressive brows of his, “off to go hang with a particular skater?”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the movement didn’t hide the way his lips awkwardly twitched trying to hide his fond smile. “You two behave,” he groaned before sharply turning on his heel and leaving. 

Leaving Luke and Reggie alone. The only two on the couch, in the studio. Alone.

Which shouldn’t have mattered.

Except…

Except it’s the first time since the joke that Luke can recall the two of them being alone like this. Just another coincidence, surely. 

He has to be imagining the way the air seems to grow tense and heavier with the revelation. The way Reggie doesn’t seem quite as relaxed as before. 

“So?” Luke drawls out, holding back on his urge to wince when no other winds spill out of his mouth. He didn’t need to say anything at all but he always felt compelled to fill tense silences. Imagined or not. 

The way Reggie turned to look at him didn’t help matters. Brows furrowed, plush lips pouting at him.  Green eyes not quite catching his when Luke forced his eyes from those lips. Almost as if Reggie had been staring at his nose…or his lips.

Luke mentally shook that idea from his mind. His imagination was getting far too carried away. 

Only when Reggie’s eyes darted back up, his eyes locking back onto Luke’s, a rosy tint began to bloom across his cheeks. He bit at his bottom lip. A subtle movement Luke shouldn’t have caught if not for the fact that his traitorous eyes had returned to looking at Reggie’s lips again while Reggie was definitely watching him. 

This time when Luke looked back up the distance between him and Reggie had closed the smallest bit. And it felt like the most natural thing to finish closing it off. 

Reggie’s nose brushed up against his wide eyes fluttering close when his warm breath ghosted across Luke’s lips. A hum rumbled through Luke's chest and throat, as his fingers tangled into Reggie’s silky hair-although he couldn’t clearly tell if it came from him or Reggie. 

Luke’s heart stuttered in his chest as he felt Reggie’s tongue trail along his bottom lip. He happily obliged the other boy tilting his head and reveling in the deepening kiss. 

Reggie desperately clung to Luke’s shirt and he was seriously considering losing the damn thing. The creak of the studio door hinge reminded Luke where they were. He and Reggie startled apart just before Flynn and Julie entered.

He knew he and Reggie both looked guilty as hell, on top of all the other visual clues they had clearly been in the middle of making out. The two girl’s exchanged knowing looks after barely glimpsing. Julie attempted to bite back a smirk, Flynn made no such effort, “are we interupting something?”

Luke exchanged a look with Reggie. Or he would have if the bassist hadn’t ducked his head down in a clear attempt to hide his fire engine blush. 

“Uh, nope.” Luke declared, then grabbed Reggie’s hand before he could deflate too far. “Actually Reg and I were just about to head out.”

“We were?” Reggie squeaked over Flynn and Julie’s barely stifled giggles.

“Yep,” Luke pulled the bassist up, guiding him toward the door, never letting go of the others hand. Whispered in his ear as they went, “you and I have some things to discuss, and possibly some more kisses to exchange.”

“Have fun.” Flynn called out after them overlapping Julie’s, “be safe.”

[invisibleraven]

Friday! ❤️ "I like looking at you." for Peterpatter?

Luke whistled as he strolled through the museum, the beams of his flashlight catching on the displays as he passed. Throwing a cheeky salute to the camera, knowing it would make Alex sigh and roll his eyes back in the security office, but that's just how their friendship worked.

Luke took his time going through the floors, stopping to admire a new display of artwork from a local artist. He didn't quite get the sculpture made of skateboard pieces, but hey, to each their own right?

Luke never saw himself as a security guard for a living, but it was a pretty sweet gig, giving him lots of time to write his songs, with plenty of time off if he got a gig. Plus he got free admission to the museum, and that was pretty sweet in and of itself.

He always appreciated art, even if that wasn't where his talents lay. The paintings, the sculptures, the weird modern displays that involved scissors hanging from the ceiling, he loved it all.

But he always ended his rounds in the same place, Boy With Sunflower. It was his favourite piece in the entire museum, depicting a pale elfin creature with golden freckles and spring bright eyes. He was smiling impishly at the painter, surrounded by sunflowers, long fingers strumming on a lute that barely covered his modesty.

From the first time he saw it, it had captivated Luke. He's not exactly sure why, but he can never seem to pass the painting by without stopping and starring for at least a moment.

"Hey buddy," he says offhandedly. So he talks to the paintings every so often-it's a lonely job some nights, and Alex spends half of it texting his mysterious boyfriend, so Luke had to amuse himself somehow right? "How's it hanging?"

Luke sits on the bench and keeps his eyes trained on the sultry little smile of the man in the painting. "I'm doing alright. I finally landed the bridge of my new song, hoping to play it at open mice night at Eats and Beats next week. We'll see how it goes over. Maybe I'll sing it for you some day."

Luke sighs, leaning his head back. "I just wish... you could hear me, you know? I like looking at you well enough, but I wish you were a real life guy who could appreciate my music. Give me feedback, or hell, play with me. I think this song would be killer with a bass line and some drums."

He turns his face towards the painting once more, the moonlight almost making the eyes of the man glint, even if that's not possible. Luke gives him a wry grin, rubbing his hand over his face. "Ah well, wishes are dreams, and dreams are pretend. So science and reason win out in the end. Maybe once upon a time you were a real person, no way someone just dreamed you up. But you're just oil on canvas now. So reason says I'm talking to the air, and I should like... download Tinder or something. Find myself a real guy."

Luke eases himself off the bench, bracing the small of his back as he does. "Okay, I gotta mosey on back. Maybe get some jerky and a Red Bull. See you tomorrow?"

Of course there's no answer, but Luke still give the painting a two finger salute and walks back, not noticing the twinkling stars in the sky or the ever present glint of the moon. His head is still full of spring green eyes and that cheeky grin.

The next day Luke comes in before the museum closes to collect his paycheque before his shift starts. And maybe he takes the long way round so he can pass by Boy With Sunflower on his way.

Only that spot on the wall is blank.

He rushes to the office where Mr. Covington, the museum director is sitting, and it looks like he's practicing a card trick when Luke bursts in. "Where's Boy With Sunflower?" he asks, his voice almost frantic.

"Please do come in," Mr. Covington says, his voice full of derision. "And to answer your question, my dear boy, that painting was on loan to us from Silver Lake. It's headed back there now, with our thanks."

"Oh," Luke says, his voice small. "It was my favourite."

"It was a plebeian work, but I guess I could see it's allure," Mr. Covington says, then hands Luke his cheque. "Now, I have a new docent coming in tonight to learn the lay of the land. I trust you and Mr. Mercer won't scare him off."

"Of course not, we'll be as friendly as can be," Luke replies, even if that job sounds more like babysitting than anything.

"Perfect. Mr. Peters is waiting in the security office now, I trust he'll still be in my employ come the morning, so please do go welcome him." The dismissal is clear, so Luke nods and vamooses, heading to his locker for his uniform and then to the office. Alex won't be here for another half hour at least, so Luke supposes he gets first shift on nanny duty.

Only, when he opens the door to the security office, he stops in his tracks. Because the man in front of him is a living, breathing replica of Boy With Sunflower, right down to the golden freckles and playful smile. Luke's heart leaps to his throat, and he holds out a hand.

"Hi, my name is Luke."

"Reggie."

[racheldoesartstuff]

This scene is nothing short of a masterpiece

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: Who has the worst Christmas sweater?

Day Six: Ugly Sweater Party <-AO3!

Alex hummed as he looked through the mail, stopping at one ornate envelope. “Willie? Are you expecting mail from your dad?” Caleb was notorious for his over the top stationary, so it seemed a fitting question to ask.

Willie bounced into the kitchen, snatching up the envelope and holding it away from him as he opened it. Which, to be fair, was only because one year for his Pride party, Caleb has stuffed the envelope with glitter. Alex swore they were still cleaning it up to this day, so they had learned caution when opening mail from him. Thankfully this one seemed to contain any unfortunate surprises. “Oh, he’s having a holiday party.”

“What’s the theme this year?” Alex asked with a sigh. Willie shot him a confused look. “Babe, there’s always a theme. Last year we had to dress up as our favourite character from a Christmas movie of our choosing. The year before was all Dickens, the one before that was Twisted Nativity. So I am terrified to know what he came up with this year.”

Willie glanced at the paper in his hands and then his face screwed up before looking up at Alex. “It says to wear your ugliest holiday sweater.”

“Are you sure it’s from Caleb then? Because I don’t think he even associates with the word ugly,” Alex snarked.

“Yup, his signature is on the bottom,” Willie replied, holding out the invitation for Alex to see. “It says, and I quote, ‘the more garish or over the top the better’, which does sound a little like him.”

“Just a bit too much,” surmised Alex. “But I don’t think I have any holiday sweaters. Reggie might, but nothing he owns would fit either of us.”

“I might have a few poked away somewhere,” Willie mused. “Provided the moths haven’t eaten them yet.”

“Well, I mean, distressed clothing is in this year…”

Willie rolled his eyes at Alex and went off in search of his holiday wear collection, finally emerging from the office, his hair a little tangled, his clothes a bit askew, carrying a dusty box and a megawatt smile. “Found ’em!”

They dug through the box, finding treasures untold. Willie snatched up a bright red sweater with a tree on the front that proclaimed ‘Let’s Get Lit!’ and all the lights on the tree actually worked.

Alex rejected the muscle Santa sweater, the truly sacrilegious one with what he was sure was a Buddy Christ from Dogma on it, and the one with the reindeer threesome on it. Finally he pulled out one, and it was perfect, and he beamed when he held it up to Willie.

“Oh… I actually bought that to give you a few years ago,” Willie admitted with a blush. “But I thought you might get offended, so I stashed it.”

“No way, this is amazing! I’m gonna wear it every year!” Alex proclaimed, tossing off his hoodie and pulling the sweater down onto him, fluffing his hair back into place as he did a little spin.

“Gorgeous as always hot dog,” Willie commented. “Now, let’s get these dry cleaned before the party and hope that Caleb’s sweater is the ugliest one of all because I don't wanna be whoever it is that shows him up.”

The night of the party, Alex donned his festive sweater, the one declaring that ‘40% of us get the gift of increased anxiety’ and got Willie. The club was hopping by the time they arrived, and got some punch as they mingled. Ugly sweaters were everywhere, and the smiles seemed a lot more genuine than they were during the Dickens year. Alex didn’t blame them there, he was way comfier in his nicer slacks and this sweater than in the whole Jacob Marley get up. He still had nightmares about getting in and out of the stupid stockings he wore, and the less said about the buckled shoes, the better.

Soon the lights were dimming, meaning it was time for Caleb’s grand entrance, so they all took their seats, looking towards the stage.

The trapdoor opened, and a star emerged, clutched in Caleb’s hands, then he popped right up, and everyone laughed and clapped. Caleb’s sweater was a bright festive green colour, but it was wrapped in tinsel and had ornaments hanging from it, so that with his arms positioned as they were, he looked like a Christmas tree.

Only he tossed the star at the band, and grinned at his party guests. “Ho ho ho everyone! Now the party can actually begin, as my mere presents is a gift to you all!”

Willie groaned and shook his head. Caleb might only be his dad through adoption, but the man had embraced dad jokes like no tomorrow from the second Willie entered his care. Even now, with Willie long out of the house, with a husband and a house, Caleb still enjoyed adding as many puns to his speeches as he could, just to embarrass his poor son.

Willie didn’t even want to think about the grandpa jokes the man would come up with once he and Alex started having kids. But he was fairly certain that kid would have the most fabulous parties this side of California, there was no doubt about that.

But even Willie has to laugh when on Isla’s first Christmas with them, Caleb shows up with matching ugly sweaters for all of them. The picture becomes a yearly tradition as the sweaters grow more and more tacky, but Isla loves them, Caleb is delighted by it, and well, Alex and Willie love their family, so the tradition stays.

Even if Alex loves that first sweater that Willie gave him most of all.

[princessbatears]

If you’re over 30 and write and/or read fan fiction, reblog!

[hangon-silvergirl]

I believe they call us Fandom Grannies 👵 😅

[cacodaemonia]

I know you weren't the OP but just in regards to the 'share stuff you like' post, I want to share a personal anecdote that might highlight exactly how important this is to creators, but am afraid to share it on my own blog because of the 'you should make content for yourself' crowd. Because fuck that, I make it for myself but I post it on the internet for people to interact with. Recently I discovered that people have been reccing both my art and fic privately on various servers and chats (1/5)

Like A LOT. I notice random fics get a few more kudos than normal from time to time and figure it's just a blip, but no it turns out my work is getting recced left right and center, and I HAD NO IDEA. I get so little engagement on tumblr that I assume everything I create is mediocre at best, and definitely not something people feel strongly enough about to reblog because they aren't bothered about sharing it with their friends. On Ao3 I have a small number of regular commenters, (2/5)

and get the odd random one from someone new, but overall again, middling responses. Appreciated, but not anything to indicate that more than three or four people really like what I'm posting, and the rest are very much 'thanks for adding more to this ship tag' type kudos and comments. I feel really, really not good about the work I create. So imagine my shock when I discover there are people out there saying it's awesome, but not telling ME. People I've never interacted with beyond (3/5)

them perhaps liking my posts every now and then. I have seriously considered removing all my fics from Ao3 and keeping them just for myself. I've considered giving up fic and fanart all together to try investing my time in a different hobby as I have many others. But fandom is my first love, and brings me a lot of joy, but that doesn't mean I don't still want to know when people like my stuff! Tell people if someone's recced their work to you in private, please. It's a huge boost. (4/5)

so folks, put yourself in that person's shoes. Could you imagine being like me, thinking you're mediocre or bad only to find out that in private people are sharing your work around like it's a big secret? If anything that makes me feel almost worse because it's like folks are embarrassed to admit they enjoy what I create, which makes me think there's something about me as a person that puts them off. An insight into the mind of one creator, that might shed some insight into the convo (5/5)

Ahh that's crazy! I'm so sorry! D: And thank you so much for sharing this. I don't have anything to add so I'll let your words speak for themselves, but I hope people stop hiding and show you the appreciation you deserve! <3

[cacodaemonia]

So I was talking with a friend about the issue discussed in this ask I got months ago. They mentioned how a mutual friend who is in a server neither of us are in DMed them to say that the people in that server were all raving about an image my friend posted to Tumblr. None of this feedback would have made it to my friend without the second friend letting them know. I've had the same thing happen numerous times and when my friend told me this, I replied:

I always wonder about things on servers because most conversations there never make it into the wider fandom. So unless an artist or writer is posting their work directly into a server, they never hear anything nice about it from those people.

Which then, of course, got me riled up about people sharing uncredited work, not linking to the original work, etc. But it also made me wonder if the sharp decline in interaction/reblogs that most creators have seen over the past few years on Tumblr has to do with this kind of thing happening so much on discord.

Obviously, the biggest part of the issue is so many people refusing to give even the most minimal feedback to fandom creators by reblogging or commenting on things. But with how much chatter goes on in discord servers, I'm beginning to think that might also be a huge factor.

And yes, I make art and fic for myself, as do many people, but is it such a horrible thing to want some feedback or nice comments on something you've spent hours and hours on? The desire to share your work with others and get excited about it together is a pretty normal and healthy human thing, so acting like fan creators are whiny or entitled for wanting even the smallest scraps of interaction is honestly just idiotic.

What's entitled is enjoying all this free art and fic and never lifting a finger to thank the people who make and share it.

P.S. I had this sitting in my drafts for a few days and then a different friend told me about yet more people sharing my art in servers without saying a peep to me about it, which was the impetus for posting this today.

TL;DR if you like something, tell the person who made it.

[skierunner]

I've been thinking about this, too, lately.

I did pull all my works from AO3 and FFN. Everything since 2012. My accounts are empty now. While guilt was my primary motivator (I had a lot of wips and very few complete works outside of oneshots), I've been reflecting on how lack of community contributed. Not to say that I dipped out because of a lack of kudos or comments-- honestly, I probably got more than what was warranted-- but when I finally found a small circle of friends who would actively talk with me? Get as deep into the story as I was? Enable my unhinged narratives? Share songs or art that reminded them of the stories or characters? It was a whole new world.

The day I pulled everything, it was such a small, harmless comment that set it off. "Loved it! When's the next update?" The reader's first comment, 30k into the fic. It was almost out-of-body. What's the point? Why am I doing this? Why do I come into this space when I have friends somewhere else that actually talk to me? I get more out of reading bits of my fic out loud during Story Time on Discord with three others in chat than I do from any amount of three-word comments.

It ain't the numbers. I could have the fic with most views/kudos/comments ever and I'd still feel this way. It's interaction I want, and most existing fandom spaces really aren't designed for it. Views and kudos aren't interactions, but for some reason those are some of the most visible metrics. You interact with a specific fic, not the author. You reblog a piece of art and hope the artist doesn't read the tags too closely. Because many fandom spaces are oriented to the product, they're not oriented to the process or the people behind it.

Discord's not like that. Discord is oriented to the people in a given server, a vehicle for communication, not a destination in itself. Discord destroys the division between creator and audience because you are both and everyone else is both, even if the only thing anyone is creating is conversation. Discord's biggest limiting factor is fragmentation. Servers are generally purpose-specific, which inherently limits who you can talk with, but when given the choice of a large silent audience and a small interpersonal one, I think more people are choosing the second.

And it makes sense that people gravitate towards it, because AO3 and even tumblr don't really let the audience gush together about something they love. It's not common to see readers talking to each other in a comment section (I think I saw it maybe three times? in ten years?) and tumblr doesn't lend itself well to conversations (it happens but the interface is awkward af compared to just... live chatting in discord).

I agree with everything you say, 100%. It's lonely to be a creator. But it's lonely to be the audience, too. The best AO3 and Tumblr can offer right now is one-on-one interactions (which can be intimidating for both parties, let's be real), but once you do that... what's next? Is there a secret corner of tumblr I don't know about where people are having full-on conversations about fic or art? (completely plausible, I'm still fairly new to tumblr)

I don't have any solutions. I've found what works for me, for the most part. I'm working to be better about reblogs and comments, though I'm still kinda ass at both. I'm still getting coached on how to properly use tumblr (shout out to @bluedaddysgirl for having the patience to explain with small words). Like you say, we create for ourselves but we post for others. When others don't say anything, well... maybe someday I'll post on AO3 again. For now, I'm happy to share the gDoc links with those who ask.

[invisibleraven]

Fluffy Winter Prompts! 3. A and B have a snowball fight (bonus if A flirts with B to distract B) for Peterpatter?

Luke is walking towards the studio when he's pelted by a snowball. "Hey!" he cries, eyes searching frantically for the culprit. He scans the area, seeing the shaking bush and smirks. "Gotcha," he whispers, slowly leaning down to make his own ammunition, then creeping forward.

Peering over the bush he can see Reggie struggling to muffle his laughter as he makes more snowballs. Only looking up and seeing Luke's smug face. "Hey hot stuff," he says, smile weak. "Figured the snow would melt right off you."

"You need to work on your game," Luke says, tossing his snowball up in the air, catching it and lobs it at Reggie as he runs.

Reggie giggles, staring to pelt Luke with the few snowballs he managed to scoop up as he fled. Luke shouts with indignation, making his own and throwing them with vigor. Most of his go wide, while Reggie's land true more often than not.

"How are you so good at this?" Luke calls.

"Six years of Little League plus pick up games with Carlos every weekend baby!" Reggie calls back, crowing with victory when he hits his target once more.

Luke sputters as the snow hits his face, brushing the projectile off his cheek. Thankfully Reggie doesn't aim to hurt him, and it's more uncomfortable than painful. He finally manages to land another blow, hitting Reggie's arm. "Finally got you!"

"Oh hun, you can have me whenever you want me," Reggie says, fluttering his eyelashes and blowing Luke a kiss. Luke flushes, then shrieks when Reggie hits him with yet another snowball, this time right over his heart.

Luke looks at Reggie, the self-satisfied, impish smirk on his face and figures two can play at this game. "What if I want you now?"

"W-what?" Reggie asks, his face turning even more pink, and Luke doesn't think it's from the cold.

"You said I could have you whenever. I choose now. C'mere." Luke beckons him with a crooked finger and a head nod. Reggie takes a few cautious steps, then eeps when Luke takes a hold of his coat, mashing their lips together in a kiss that almost melts the snow still clinging to their clothes.

Luke almost drops the snowball in his hand, wanting to wrap his arms around Reggie, deepen the kiss. But as much as he's enjoying the kiss, he does want some revenge. So he pushes Reggie away and smashes the snowball into his face, grinning wide as he runs away.

"You needed to cool off anyways!" he yells behind him as he dashes towards cover. Reggie yells vengeance and makes chase, tossing snow in Luke's direction.

In the end, Reggie ends up tackling Luke into a snowbank, pressing another kiss to his lips. "Truce over hot chocolate?" he proposes.

"Sounds like a date," Luke replies, letting himself be pulled up. "Just maybe just ask me next time?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Reggie asked with a wink.

Later, Luke still gets his when he starts a game of footsie under the table, making Reggie almost choke on his hot chocolate. He might suck at snowballs, but when Luke flirted? He played to win.

[reginaldpatterson]

Once Upon a Memory

Part 1 : Phantoms in Storybrooke

Carlos and his family live in the small town of Storybrooke. There is nothing special in this town. Except Carlos is convince it's haunted. Because everything seems too weird for him. Will he discover the secret of his hometown?

Chapter 1: The Curse, on AO3

[dumplingsjinson]

List of responses after they kiss

“Why’d you do that?” “Because you wouldn’t shut up.”

“Can we do that again?” 

“Why’d you stop?” “Because you weren’t responding.”

“I should have done this so much earlier…”

“Quick, kiss me again, they’re coming back—”

“What the hell just happened?”

“Why did you…” “I’m trying to remind you of what happened last night.” 

“Let me teach you what a real kiss is.”

“What was that for?!” 

“That was my first kiss and I can’t believe it was with you.”

“Your face is so red. Are you okay?” 

“That’s so unfair!” “What’s unfair?” “You can’t just do that without warning me!”

“That was… Interesting?”

“I’m never doing that again.”

“You do this often?” 

“You’re going to make me come back for more.”

“You uh… You taste amazing.”

“Were you trying to devour me whole or something?”

“We need to do that again.”

“I didn’t know how much I wanted this until now.”