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I Loved You, Mr. Scamander; Chapter 3

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Chapter 3!

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Newt comes to terms with his feelings. Years go by, Theseus and (Y/N) part ways. Leta enters the picture and Paris seems to be calling them.

━━━━━•✦.✧. Warnings .✧.✦•━

Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald spoilers!

Another Hamilton reference~! (It’s small, but you’ll catch it)

LETA REDEMPTION (Because all we really need is to talk things out like adults.)

I had to make up some wizard version of “distance bracelets”

In this house, we stan healthy mutual breakups. None of that over-dramatized stuff. (Although those types of breakups are usually the norm)

It’s a little sad.

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“Just know that before Theseus… It was always you.”

(Y/N)’s last words echoed in his head for quite a while. What did she mean it was always him?

“It’s not like I liked her or anything.” He mumbled to the Bowtruckle resting on his shoulder.

Pickett chirped as if to say “Yes you do!”

Newt scoffed. “It’s not like I like the way her eyes light up like stars when she’s excited! O-Or the way she plays with the ends of her sleeve when she’s nervous! Or how I know she likes milk and honey in her tea…” He sighed and leaned against the wall of the shed.

“I don’t like her… I don’t wonder what it’d be like to wrap my arms around her when I finally kiss her. I don’t wonder what it’d be like to hold her hand and walk the town. And I don’t wonder what life would be like for us if I told her that I…” Newt ran his hand through his hair. “No… I don’t like her…”

He looked at Pickett, “I love her…”

The Bowtruckle nodded

“But she’s with Theseus now… And if he makes her happy… Then I’m happy for both of them.”

It took a while for Newt to come to terms with his feelings. A year to be exact. He had his research and creatures to keep him busy. Though it didn't help when his mind would wander to thoughts of (Y/N).

He had to face his feelings like a grown-up. Newt finally wrote her a letter, apologizing for his behavior on that day. To his surprise, she wrote back.

My Dearest, Newton

It’s been so long, but there was never a day where I’d hope and wait for one of your letters. I would've waited for as long as it took- forever even. Now, I would’ve written to you first, but that would’ve rushed things on your end and I didn’t want that. I wanted to give you time. Merlin knows how stubborn you can be.

Once again, I do apologize for not telling you that I was dating your brother. Like most important news, we wanted to tell you in person. I hope you can find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me.

How are you, Newton? Are you eating well? Taking care of yourself? (Your creatures are not the only ones that need care). If not, I’ll go and take care of you myself, like the old days- AFTER I scold you. Also, this may be a bit soon, but Theseus and I are still willing to meet up for tea. Let me know when you’re available.

With Love,

(Y/N)

Of course, he’d forgiven her. He’d done so the moment she left him alone in the hallway. And scold him? Who was she, Victoria?

Newt let out a soft chuckle as he set down her letter in a box. This box contained every memento he had of (Y/N)- from photos, to letters, to news clippings. “I’ll always forgive you…”

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Theseus was a bit skeptical when (Y/N) decided to visit Newton a Saturday. Not that he didn’t trust her or Newt. It was out of the blue. For a year they hadn’t been in correspondence, but now they were acting as if they were never apart?

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Newt and (Y/N) spent most of the day in his case. The hours ticked by as he introduced her to all the creatures he’d written about in his letters.

“Mummy’s here…” He cooed as he showed her the occamys.

(Y/N) giggled, “You’re their mummy?” “Of course I am. Being a single parent is hard!” He huffed. (Y/N) thought for a moment, then an idea popped into her head. “Then as your best friend, I get daddy rights.” She claimed. “Y-You can’t do that!” “Too late, Mr. Scamander. It’s decided.” “Says who?” “Says Pickett!” She replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Newt frantically looked around his coat. He patted it, trying to find his beloved Bowtruckle. “Pickett?” Her smirk turned into a soft smile. “Come on out, Pickett. Or your mum will get a heart attack.” She whispered to the creature hiding in her coat pocket. Pickett crawled out of her pocket and rested on (Y/N) shoulder. He chirped, making Newt look up. Newt let out a sigh of relief, “Pickett, don’t scare me like that…” He looked at (Y/N), “Consider yourself lucky, he never leaves my side... Commitment issues.” (Y/N) looked at Pickett in awe as he crawled onto her hand, holding onto her pointer finger. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you…”

~*~*~

That day, Theseus had a meeting with Travers and Victoria. Before the meeting, he asked Victoria if this was normal and she explained that this is how they were. They could spend years apart but put them in the same room and they’d act as if they never were. By letter or being there in person, their friendship was set in stone.

After the meeting, Theseus had gone to Newt’s flat to pick (Y/N) up. Knowing both of them, he knew they’d spend the whole day with his creatures. He knocked on the door and waited. When no one came, he slowly turned the doorknob, not surprised to find it unlocked. He shut the door behind him and walked into the living room. “Newt? (Y/N)?” He called out. Silence. Muffled laughs could be heard from the basement. Theseus smiled. It felt good to know that his girlfriend and his brother were getting along. He made his way to the door of the basement. He opened the door and quietly made his way down the stairs. “Brother!” He cheered, but his brother seemed distracted. Newt was staring at something in the distance. Well, whatever he was looking at, it wasn’t in fear or wonder. It was something else. “Why didn’t you answer the door? I could’ve been a serial killer.” Theseus said as he continued down the stairs. “I was wondering if…” Reaching the bottom of the steps, he paused. Newt was leaning forward on the desk, resting his chin on his palm. Theseus knew that look. He hadn’t seen it on his brother before, but he had seen this look on himself. It was love. ‘What could he be looking at-’ He thought as he looked in the same direction as Newt. And there he saw it. (Y/N) was holding a bucket of food over the mooncalves crowding around her. “O-Okay everyone, listen to daddy!” The mooncalves looked at the bucket she was holding. She smiled and tipped the bucket, pouring the food in the spaces that weren’t occupied by a mooncalf. The herd turned their attention from (Y/N) to the food. Though one was still nudging her side. (Y/N) looked at the lone mooncalf and giggled, “Harold, I don’t have any more food. Go on!”

“Harold” stared at her for a moment before running back to the area with food. (Y/N) looked at the mooncalves before paying attention to the Niffler hanging on her shoulder. “And you, Niffler! You can’t go around stealing daddy’s wrist watch!”

Theseus could help but stare at the scene with the same look as Newt. His shoulders became more relaxed- putting aside what happened during the meeting. He shook his head, breaking from his trance and finally made his way over to Newt. He patted Newt’s shoulder, startling the younger Scamander brother.

Newt flinched before looking to whoever brought him back to reality. His face changed from annoyance to relief when he saw his brother standing there, “Theseus! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I was calling out to you for the past ten minutes!”

“Guess I was a little distracted….” Newt said nervously.

“Thes!” (Y/N) called out, causing the brothers to look at her. “C-Can we get one?” She asked, walking towards them while cradling Niffler.

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Soon, things went back to normal. Newt and (Y/N) were exchanging letters like never before. The universe seemed to be giving them a time of peace. Then again… there’s always an unsettling calm before the storm.

~*~*~

(Y/N) and Victoria walked into the Ministry's Headquarters one morning, chatting about new tactics to try out. Victoria recognized an old friend standing in front of the building directory booth.

“Leta…” She muttered. “Where?” (Y/N) asked, looking around the entrance hall. “Oh.” “I… I’m going to talk to her,” Victoria hesitated. How does one talk to someone they cut off and haven’t seen in years?

(Y/N) placed a hand on Victoria’s shoulder. “Hey… If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to force yourself into a situation if it’s going to cause you anxiety.”

Victoria stared at Leta for a moment before looking at (Y/N), giving a nervous smile. She stuck her hand out, her palm facing toward the ceiling. (Y/N) smiled and held her hand, interlocking their fingers. No words, but the message was clear: “I’m right here.”

The pair walked up to Leta, hand in hand, who was standing near a bench. Victoria took a deep breath and exhaled before tapping Leta’s shoulder. “L-Leta?” She stuttered. (Y/N) noticed this small sign and lightly squeezed Victoria’s hand. Leta turned around. “Yes?- Victoria?” Her gaze shifted to see (Y/N). “(Y/N)? What are you two doing here?” “We work here!” (Y/N) trying to make light of the situation. “I guess I’ll be seeing you two more. I started working here recently…” Leta trailed off. A moment of awkward silence passed and (Y/N) nudged Victoria’s arm. Victoria, finally finding the courage to say something, looked at Leta again. “Hey, I know we ended things on a bad note in our sixth year. And… I want to apologize for not being there for you. Newt wasn’t just our friend, he was yours too.” “Victoria, you don’t have to apologize-” Leta started. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to or see right now, but all I ask is for your forgiveness. Maybe the three of us could meet up for tea?” Victoria said, her hand now shaking as she held (Y/N)’s. “Three?” Leta asked. Victoria motioned to (Y/N) and gave a shy smile. Leta hesitated for a moment. She could deny the request. She could make a scene. She could- but she wouldn’t. They were adults. Being petty and making a scene was childish behavior and she was above that. They all were. “Of course. You two are as inseparable as you were in school.” Leta said with a smile.

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Years went by and Grindelwald’s members were getting stronger and smarter. They were using tactics (Y/N) and Victoria never heard of. Their mission assignments were rarely with each other. Even more so, they were far away from the other. Worried about each other’s well-being, (Y/N) had gotten them friendship bracelets. Each bracelet had a charm- Victoria’s charm was a crescent moon and (Y/N)’s charm was a star. Victoria had put spells and enchantments on the charms. It was to signal when the other was near and only activated when they were on missions. Despite the troubling times, (Y/N), Leta and Victoria repaired their friendship. They had tea, shopping days and sleepovers to make up for the lost time during their school years. As for Theseus and (Y/N)... There was trouble in paradise. They rarely spent time with each other outside of work. All they ever talked about was work: what their next move was, who was going on what assignments. They tried to make time for each other… They did... Warm hugs and passionate kisses turned into “Don’t go” hugs and “Goodbye” kisses. The mental stress and constant fatigue were straining both of them. It wasn’t toxic to the point where they were spitting out abuse, but the emotional neglect is what got to them. They loved each other, but the timing wasn’t right. Their break up was inevitable. With the war going on, they both decided it was best for them to stop seeing each other. If (Y/N) prided herself in anything besides her work ethics, it’d be her ability to keep her professional and personal life separate. Sure, Theseus and her broke up, but that didn’t stop her from working with him. She didn’t run away. (Y/N) continued to work by his side, always hoping for the best and a safe return.

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With Grindelwald in the custody of the Magical Congress of the United States of America or MACUSA, things had finally settled down. It was Valentine’s Day and Victoria had decided to take (Y/N) out for dinner- a girl’s night out. “Newt ran into this muggle, or no-maj as they call them in America, and they had a suitcase mishap. Next thing you know, his creatures were out and about in New York! Not only that, but he also aided in the capture of Grindelwald.” (Y/N) praised. “Now you sound like his mum.” Victoria joked, sipping on her wine. “Mrs. Scamander? Oh, she’s such a dear. I love her!” “You had two chances to be her daughter-in-law, but I guess the universe had other plans.” Victoria shrugged playfully. “Vi! That’s uncalled for!” (Y/N) huffed. “I’m just stating facts, love,” Victoria said, her gaze following a couple being ushered to a table. Theseus and Leta- “Wanna just get take out?” She said abruptly. “I’m fine just sitting here, Vi…” Victoria eyed the couple as they sat down, “I-It’s no trouble. We can just get our food and eat it at home…” With furrowed brows, (Y/N) turned in her seat to see what Victoria was looking at. “What are you looking at-” “(Y/N), don’t” Too late. “Oh…” (Y/N) turned back and looked at Victoria. “I… I think I’ll take that offer on take out…” Victoria flagged down a waiter and asked if they could take their meal to go. (Y/N) sighed, swishing the water in her glass. “I never thought I’d need to do this again…” Victoria tilted her head to the side, “What do you need, dear?” “I… I need a week.” “Say no more, I’ll tell Theseus you need a week off.” Her week to get over Theseus was a bit different than her week to get over Newt. Mind you, she still punched a wall and wrote letters that she immediately destroyed, but she was an adult now. Meaning she could drink.

~*~*~

“Alright, stand all together! Mr. Scamander- Ah, not you. The younger one! Yes, you! Newt! Smile!” The photographer for the Daily Prophet ordered as the camera flashed. After the book release, they all met up at the Ritz for dinner. “Congratulations, Newt! I’m so proud of you!” (Y/N) cheered. “Thanks (Y/N). I couldn’t do it without you. You’ve been my motivator since forever.” Newt admitted shyly. “Ouch. I'm so offended…” Victoria said dramatically. Newt chuckled nervously. “Of course you all played a part in writing my book. Although, I did appreciate not getting a howler for my birthday.” He gave Victoria a look. “That one time was the most aggressive birthday greeting I’ve ever received.” “Take a joke, Newton!” Victoria grinned. “Since we’re here to celebrate, Theseus and I have something to say,” Leta announced to the table. “Leta and I…” Theseus started, holding Leta’s hands in his. “We…” “Theseus, if you don’t say something, I will toss this roll at you.” Victoria teased, roll already in hand. Leta rolled her eyes playfully before giving her full attention to the group. “Theseus and I are engaged!” This caused (Y/N) and Newt to choke on their water. Theseus and Leta were… engaged…? Victoria set the roll down on her plate and looked at (Y/N) and Newt. The couple took their reactions as a good sign. Theseus smiled and looked at Newt. “Newt… I’d like to ask if you’d be my best man.” “W-Well… Alright…” Newt mumbled. As for (Y/N) she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Years of being with Theseus and the topic of marriage rarely came up. But… Leta and Theseus were only together for a short while… ‘Why was it always Leta?’ She thought. Her breathing became shallow. There was this ache in her chest- she needed air, but her heart felt like it was racing a mile a minute. She felt like she was phasing out of reality. The surrounding noise became deafening. She felt dizzy and her palms started to sweat. All she felt like doing was getting out of there. Victoria noticed this. “Hey! (Y/N) and I have to run to the restroom. I seem to have stained my shirt and I need (Y/N) to help me wash it off.” Before anyone could say anything, Victoria held out her hand, her palm facing the ceiling. (Y/N) nodded and held her hand. The pair of them stood and rushed to the restroom. Little did they know, Newt noticed the signs as well. And all he could do was sit there. After all, Victoria knew how to calm her down. She always did.

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Once in the restroom, Victoria locked the door. (Y/N) had flung herself into her friend’s arms and started to sob. “I don’t understand… Why Leta? I don’t hate her, but it’s always her…” (Y/N) cried and she hugged Victoria. Victoria sighed and rubbed (Y/N)’s back. “I don’t know either… She was always attractive and charming. Her hair was shiny and flowed nicely. Her personality was different from the stereotypical Slytherin.” (Y/N) sniffed and looked up at her friend in confusion. “With talk like that, it sounds like you fancy her.” She shrugged, “I did once, but that was a long time ago. When she hurt Newt… No, when she hurt you, that’s when I stopped. I couldn’t love someone who would ever think about hurting you or Newt.” “What about McLaggen-” “We don’t talk about the twat. He was an entitled prick that tried to shag me on the first date.” Victoria gagged. (Y/N) giggled. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. Theseus and I are friends. Leta and I are friends… So why does it hurt to see them already engaged?” Victoria held her by the shoulders. “(Y/N), my love, your feelings are valid. Even if you moved on it’s okay to relapse or reminisce once in a while. What you don’t do is spiral back into a corner of isolation. I understand that it happens, and those feelings are valid as well. I want you to know that I’m here for you. And so is Newt. We’ll be right here for you like we always have.” “Victoria…” She trailed off. “Ah-ah. Don’t go falling for me. Or I’ll show those Scamander brothers what they’re missing for not treating you the way you deserve to be treated.” Victoria teased, giving a wink. It always made her heart flutter when (Y/N) said her full first name. “Tempting, but what I was going to say was thank you. Thank you for being my best friend.” (Y/N) said before walking over to the sink to wash her face. “Don’t let Newt hear that. He’ll throw a fit and be all pouty.” Turning off the faucet, she flicked some water towards Victoria. “Hey watch it! Dry cleaning isn’t cheap!” Victoria exclaimed, trying to block the droplets of water. Giggling, she grabbed some towels and dabbed her face dry. (Y/N) sighed in content. “Okay, I’m ready to face them.”

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“Victoria! (Y/N)! You’re back!” Leta cheered. (Y/N) smiled, “Y-Yeah. It was quite the stain.” “Hope you three didn’t miss us too much~” Victoria teased as they sat down in their seats. “Now that you’re here… (Y/N), I’d like you to be my maid of honor!” (Y/N) blushed. “M-Me? Oh, I don’t know…” If she were to accept, that meant she’d be close to Newt for pictures and seating arrangements. “Please? It would mean a lot to me.” Leta begged, her lips forming into a pout.

She glanced at Victoria before looking at Leta, “Only if Victoria will be one of your bridesmaids.” “I was already planning on it.”

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According to the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Newt’s efforts in New York didn’t sit well with them. He was on a temporary travel ban and was there today to try and revoke it or to at least shorten it. To his dismay, it did not go as planned. Newt walked out of the meeting in defeat. He bumped in (Y/N), who held onto his coat. “Any luck?” She whispered. Newt shook his head. “No… The only way they would lift it is if I worked as an Auror, under my brother’s direction.” “Ah, I see.” She trailed off. (Y/N) looked around before saying anything. “I’m waiting to hear from Dumbledore about our next rendezvous.” “Newt!” Theseus called out, finally catching up to his brother. Newt turned to face Theseus, while (Y/N) let go of Newt’s arm. “You think I like the idea of Grimmson any more than you do?” Theseus spoke testily. Being out of breath didn’t help his temper caused by Newt’s actions. “Listen, I don’t want to hear how the ends justify the means, Theseus.” “I think you’re gonna have to pull your head out of the sand!” Exasperated, Newt replied, “Okay, right, here we go. What a selfish… irresponsible...” “You know, the time is coming when everyone’s going to have to pick a side. Even you.” “I don’t do sides.” “Newt.” (Y/N) said firmly. Theseus looked past his brother to see (Y/N) standing there awkwardly. She’d never seen them argue like this before. Newt took the small distraction and turned to go, but Theseus grabbed his arm to hold him back. “C’mere,” Theseus said as he pulled him into a hug. Newt didn’t reciprocate but didn’t push Theseus away either. “They’re watching you,” Theseus whispered in Newt’s ear. (Y/N) cleared her throat causing Theseus to pull away. Theseus looked at her, “(Y/N), I-” She held up her hand, signaling him to stop. “All the paperwork is complete. And I’ll make sure Newt gets home safely and doesn’t do anything to increase his travel ban sentence.” Theseus raised a brow in confusion, “There’s no need for you to-” “Theseus, Travers needs to meet with you immediately,” Victoria announced from behind. “I guess I’ll leave it to you. See you, (Y/N),” He said before leaving the three of them in the hallway. Victoria made her way to (Y/N) and Newt, making sure no one else was around to hear. “I can’t go with you this time, but keep me updated. Dumbledore is waiting for you.”

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After the day’s events had passed, all Newt wanted was to return home and be in the comfort of his creatures. (Y/N) had tagged along, but he didn’t mind. She was the creatures’ father figure after all. The pair walked swiftly up the front step but paused outside the front door. The lights in Newt’s sitting room were flashing on and off. Newt opened the front door cautiously as they entered the house. They spotted a baby Niffler swinging from the brass cord of a table lamp, which caused the light to flicker on and off. The baby Niffler succeeded in stealing the brass cord before spotting Newt. It scampered away, knocking all manner of objects to the floor. (Y/N) had spotted a second baby Niffler sitting on a set of weighing scales, pinned down by gold-colored weights it was attempting to steal. Newt and (Y/N) looked at each other and nodded. They had a plan. The first baby made its way to the dining table. It caused a saucepan to drop on top of it, as it continued moving across the table. Newt tossed an apple into the opposite weighing scale, sending the baby Niffler flying into the air. She caught both baby Nifflers as they fell, then tucked them into her pockets. Satisfied, they headed toward the door to his basement but turned at the last moment to see a third escaped baby Niffler climbing onto a bottle of champagne on the counter. Inevitably, the champagne bottle popped and the baby Niffler zoomed toward them on top of the cork, soaring past them and down the stairs to the basement. “Bunty! Bunty, darling, the baby Nifflers are loose again!” (Y/N) called out. Bunty, Newt’s assistant, hurried into view. She was a plain girl who was crazy about creatures and hopelessly in love with Newt. She peeled off the Nifflers, from (Y/N)’s hands, with freshly bandaged fingers. She tempted the last baby Niffler- the champagne cork rider- with a gold necklace, then tucked all three into a nest full of sparkling objects. “Well done,” Newt said, smiling at (Y/N). She returned the smile. “I’m so sorry, Newt, they must have picked the lock while I was cleaning out the Augureys-” Bunty apologized. “Not to worry, dear. It was an accident.” (Y/N) reassured. The three walked together among the enclosures. “Hmm . . . I’ve fed nearly everyone, Pinky’s had his nose drops, and-” “-And Elsie?” (Y/N) asked. “Elsie’s droppings are nearly normal again,” Bunty said, matter-a-factly. “Wonderful. You can clock off now-” Newt looked at her fingers. “I told you to leave the Kelpie to me and (Y/N).” “That wound needs more ointment!” She argued.

“I don’t want you losing fingers over it.” Newt marched toward a patch of black water. Bunty trotted in his wake, following him like a school girl following her crush. “Seriously, you go home now, Bunty. You must be exhausted.” “You know the Kelpie’s easier with two.” She pleaded, really wanting to help. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. ‘Not to be mean, Bunty, but please leave…’ They approached the water and Newt unhooked a bridle hanging beside the pond. “Perhaps you should take off your shirt?” Bunty suggested, hopeful. Newt, oblivious to her intentions, replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll dry off quickly enough.” He smiled and jumped into the water. (Y/N) cleared her throat. “Come on, Bunty. Off you pop. Newt and I can take care of Kelpie.” She said with a forced smile on her face. Bunty, flustered, nodded quickly. “Y-Yes ma’am.” She stuttered before clocking off and exiting the basement. (Y/N) sighed as she waited for Newt to emerge. Newt burst back out of the water and Kelpie was bridled. Now docile, it shook its mane. “Someone needed to let off some steam. Ointment, love?” (Y/N) handed it over. Still mounted, Newt applied ointment to a wound on Kelpie's neck. When he dismounted Kelpie, he settled down next to (Y/N) to catch his breath. “Someone had fun.” She teased. Newt laughed, “You try holding your breath whilst holding onto Kelpie!” “I would’ve used the Bubble-Head Charm.”

He flicked water at her face, “I-I get it. I’m bad at Charms.” “Luckily for you, I received an outstanding in Charms~!” She claimed. “Y-You see, I would have thought of that, but Bunty… You know…” “Distracted you?”

“Exactly. Although… I wouldn’t mind being distracted by someone else…” He said, muttering the last part.

She heard that- “And who would you make this exception for?” (Y/N) asked, brushing his hair off to the side.

The tension was high. She knew it was a messed up thing for her to start falling in love with Newt all over again. She couldn’t help it. Love was selfish and so was she. She had loved Theseus with her whole heart. Only for the flames to be extinguished by the troubles of fighting a war that was bound to happen. Now that Theseus and Leta were planning to get married, she fell back to Newt.

He wasn’t taking the news well either. It seemed like he had no closure. Love was selfish and so was he. He realized that he was only infatuated with Leta. With (Y/N)... He knew he loved her. So much that there would always be a small part of his heart that held his love for her so close. And no one would replace that.

‘You…’ He thought.

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Travers had called (Y/N) into his office. He leaned forward, his hands folded together. “I have a solo assignment for you.” “What mission could result in me going solo in a time like this?” She asked, feeling a bit uneasy. (Y/N) rubbed the star charm on her bracelet in a clockwise motion- signaling Victoria that she was being sent on a mission. “Since you and Newton Scamander are pretty close, I want you to keep a close eye on him. With his loyalty towards Albus Dumbledore, we can believe that Newt would go to him for a way to sneak under the radar to travel internationally.” Travers informed. “But sir-” “That’s an order, Miss (L/N).” He said, sternly. “Why do I need to go solo? You always encourage us to have a battle buddy. I request for Victoria Howard to accompany me on this mission.” “Request denied. She will be accompanying us to interrogate Dumbledore. Now, what is your assignment?” “To follow and keep an eye on Newton Scamander. And to report back to you if he’s seen breaking his travel ban or any other suspicious activity.” (Y/N) replied monotonously. Who knew that this assignment would lead (Y/N) to follow Newt and Jacob, his muggle friend from New York, to Paris?

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clearsky · 4 years ago

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My Top Comfort Characters/Kins and My Main HCs For Them

(Note, not all my kins/comfort characters are on here, just the ones I have more than 5 hcs for)

CW: Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3), Himiko Yumeno (DRV3), Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA), Kyoko Kirigiri (THH), Tsuyu Asui (BNHA), Entrapta (Spop), Ibuki Mioda (SDR2), Celestia Ludenberg (THH), Funtime Foxy (FNAF), Peril (WOF)

Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3)

Nonbinary

He/They pronouns

Autistic

Chains and loose accessories are for stimming

Likes the feeling of silk and cotton

Can't stand the feeling of anything rough or bumpy

He likes collecting small trinkets and the bones of small mammals

Can't stand anything salty. He'll eat it but he certainly won't enjoy it

Dating Rantaro

Can flirt, but only if he doesn't try

Petnames are a hell yea

Gets sunburnt really easily

Group dates with Celesnaegiri and Ikuzono

Can't cook for s h i t

Had a scene kid phase in middle school

Went to the same middle school as Celeste and Maki

Knew them when Celeste went through her "I'm not like other girls" phase and Maki was a Band Kid™

Himiko Yumeno (DRV3)

Female

She/Her pronouns

Lesbian

Can force herself to fall asleep within seconds regardless of where she is

100% forces herself to fall asleep when she doesn't wanna listen/talk to someone

Himiko/Angie/Tenko relationship. I'm calling them the Traffic Light Trio

She likes taking naps in the forest

She prefers enclosed/tight spaces more than open ones

Has several hundred stress balls and squishies laying around

She overheats easy

Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA)

Questioning his gender, but goes by any pronouns

Knows he's Asexual, at least

Has no clue what his romantic orientation is though

The kind of person to carry treats in his pocket just in case he runs into a cat

Will stop to pet literally every cat he comes across

Great at reading people

Doesn't talk unless it's 100% needed

Hangs with Tokoyami, Jirou, and Denki most often

Aizawa has 100% unofficially adopted him

Fosters kittens

Not a big fan of physical touch

He is 100% in the bakusquad. Anyone who says he's in the Dekusquad is a c o w a r d

He and Tsuyu vibe

Knows a bunch of random facts

Dark humour? Dark humour

*skates backwards into his therapist's room slowly sipping from an absurdly huge cup of coffee* Candice you're not gonna BELIEVE the shit I just went through

In case I forgot to mention it, he skates

Kyoko Kirigiri (THH)

Mtf

She/Her

Bi with female preference

Burns go up to her shoulders/collarbone/chest

Prefers to just listen as opposed to saying anything

Knows a ton of random trivia about everyone else in her class

She keeps a notebook she fills with all the trivia

Doesn't celebrate her birthday. She just doesn't see the point of it

Doesn't hate sugar/sweets, but if given the choice she would choose literally everything else

Cuts her own hair

A cat person

Permanent dark circles

T-Tall 😳

Like,,, 6'1 at LEAST

Only person taller than her is Yasuhiro (6'3)

Canon no longer exist

Ahahaha healthy life habits? What are those?

Can't handle horror games

She's the kind of person you'd go to if you needed to rant but didn't want any advice

Polyamourous yo

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

She's a dom yall are just scared to admit it

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

They go by They/Them

Lesbian

They and Ochaco are dating

They like to hang with Shinsou

Which mainly just means the two sitting in one of their dorms in near total silence doing whatever

Can speak English and French as well as Japanese

Learned English from cartoons

Picked up French bc they thought it'd be fun

Prefers to stay neutral in the whole Bakusquad / Dekusquad thing

They're invited to all outings/events by/for both squads

They like puns

They're a dumbass but willingly, and for fun

Like "someone says they like dark humour and they'll turn off the lights before telling a joke" kind dumbass for fun

Great at poker

Likes Disney Movies

Very touchy once you get close enough

Not in a sexual way, just likes physical contact

Especially fond of piggyback rides and cuddles

Extreme fear of needles

Entrapta (She-Ra)

She/Her or It/Its

Doesn't bother trying to figure out whether she's cis, trans, nonbinary, or what

Was AMAB though

Short as fuck (4'7)

Strong as fuck though

Cuddle game strong

Physical touch is a fuck yes

Cuddles

Piggyback rides

Hugs

Anything where she's touching someone is wonderful in her book

As long as she's the one that initiates it

Anyone else touching her without her permission makes her freak

Prefers being high up

Makes it harder for anyone to sneak up on her

An ace at video games

When it comes to sexuality she just says she's Questioning

Ibuki Mioda (SDR2)

Any pronouns + Pup/Pupself + It/Its

No idea what their gender is otherwise

Biromantic Asexual

Just likes sexual jokes

Gets distracted easily

Has severe hearing problems

She's plays her instruments as loud as possible, with the amp right next to her, without ANY ear protection

It's caused some damage

She talks so loud bc she has no idea how loud is considered acceptable

Wears hearings aids most of the time

Several piercings and tattoos

Likes hearing things jingle

She has a bracelet with a few bells hanging from it

She'll shake it whenever she's bored

LOVES hair accessories

Ribbons are a particular favourite

Occasionally she'll hang little charms from her hair "horns"

The kind of person who never takes any pills/medicine bc she keeps forgetting she has to

Frequently uses emojis

Skates everywhere but she isn't very good at it

She keeps crashing into everything

Has broken every bone in her body at least 3 times

Most of which was bc she keeps trying to kick in doors and skating down the stairs

Celestia Ludenberg (THH)

Nonbinary

Any pronouns, mainly goes by She/They

Bi, 70:30

Collects mini hand sanitizers and can tabs

Has single handedly gotten Mario Kart, Mario Party, Monopoly, Uno, and Clue banned a grand total of 17 times (and counting)

The kind of person to purposefully target someone regardless of what game was being played

Favourite victim is Byakuya (bc he gets so upset about it and she finds that hilarious)

Mains Waluigi

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

Has several banned Twitter accounts bc whenever she's bored she'll start discourse on purpose

Hangs with Korekiyo, Ibuki, Byakuya, Yasuhiro, and Leon most often

It's a weird friend group but everyone's sorta gotten used to it

She and Byakuya gamble together occasionally

She tries to avoid it bc he'll willingly blow his entire fortune in an attempt to beat her

Autustic

Can't stand the feeling of water

Mainly bc she can't swim for shit

Horror movies? Hates them

Gets flustered super easily

Taka is her twin brother

Kotoko, Kokichi, and Gundham are their half siblings (Same father)

Peko and Toko are their cousins

She sucks ass at go fish

Fuck canon she's 4'11 now

C h u b b y

Freckles

Once she gets comfortable enough with herself she dyes her hair in the peekaboo style

Either black and red or black and blonde

Haven't decided yet

I'll be doing Celesnaegiri hcs as a seperate post but I just feel it's important for you to know that she expresses her affection verbally and is a very touchy person

Went to middle school with Maki and Korekiyo

Has horrible eyesight

She wears contacts most of the time but she always puts off buying more

After the 5th or so time she ended up blindly stumbling around a week after her contacts ran out Kyoko convinced her to buy glasses as well

Religious accessories yo

Like chokers and dangly earrings with crosses and pentagrams and shit

Likes wearing wacky earrings

Can run and do all sorts of tricks in heels

She and Mukuro are exes yo

Keeps her hair short so it's easier to manage

Hair never gets longer than her shoulders if she can help it

She seems like the kind of person who'd keep her bangs grown past her eyes regardless of how frustrating or inconvenient it is

She's a sub yall just don't wanna admit it

Funtime Foxy (FNAF)

I'm going on the record to say this

Funtime Foxy is genderfluid and that is that

Goes by Funtime

Any pronouns, They/Them most commonly

Plays music (keyboard and guitar mainly)

They and Funtime Freddy (Freds) mainly play with the kids

Freds mainly tells stories with Bonbon while Funtime more so plays one-on-one

Has nicknames for everyone

Circus Baby - Ringleader

Ballora - Bells

Funtime Freddy - Partner

Bon Bon - Bun

Peril (WOF)

I like both Nonbinary She/They Peril and Mtf She/Her Peril

They're both such good concepts

She's a lesbian, Harold

She only had a crush on Clay bc he was pretty much everything she was supposed to like in a guy

Gimme a moment while I force all my mental disorders onto this poor child

Autistic, Anxiety (Social anxiety, mainly, but she has most types), Adhd, PTSD

I'd like to reiterate yet again that She's a lesbian

Sunny and Glory were her gay awakening

Peril in Book 1: Damn, Sunny and Glory sure are pretty. Anyone would be lucky to date them. Clay would probably go for them over me. He would be stupid if he didn't. I myself would willingly date them over someone like me. They're just so pretty :(

Peril waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of arc 2: WAIT-

Rarepair alert but Peril/Sora

Peril meeting Sora: "Hmmm She's attractive. I would love to date her. Too bad I'm straight and in love with her brother lmao :P"

Peril, a mere month later, waiting for Ruby to leave Jade Mountain, pacing in her cave, running face first into a wall: WAIT-

I remember reading this one amazing story where Sora taught Peril to read/write and Peril found out she set off the bomb and comforted her/convinced her her run so that's canon now

Btw if anyone can remember what that story was called/what platform it was on and could tell me I'd appreciate it very much

I'd even be willing to draw a character of your's or make you an icon or something

I usually don't accept requests bc I get burnt out easy but this is a special case

She runs into Sora again sometime between the beginning of TOP and the end

I like to imagine she just goes wandering around

Anyway she confesses like a mere few minutes after running into her again bc Peril is just subtle like that

The actual confession takes 15 minutes and the entire time Sora is just sitting here like "👁👄👁 sure"

Bam Peril/Sora

Peril plans to keep it a secret for a little while longer but she spends 3 seconds around Clay and pretty much blurts it out

Clay, who wasn't even aware that Peril was a lesbian, is just "👁👄👁"

I wanna say Clay doesn't know what a lesbian is but in my canon Sunny is a lesbian so Starflight has already told him

Anyway he's super supportive

From that point Peril is sorta open about her sexuality?

Like, she gives Clay permission to tell the rest of the D.O.D bc she isn't about to risk being in front of them when they hear the news

(When Sunny starts actively seeking her out as a hang out buddy and Tsunami, Glory, and Starflight appear to tolerate her presence just a bit more afterwards she pretends she isn't confused by the change)

She's pink, white, and blue bc I said so

If you look at a certain angle in the right lighting her eyes, mouth, fire, and under her scales all look purple

But her fire is normally white and blue bc I said so

Also she pale as fuck bc in my canon their fire just sorta burns their colour away

You know how you leave something outside for too long and it gets sunbleached? Where it gets all washed out?

Like that but more extreme

By the age of 10-12 firescale dragons are just white with pale eyes

That's right not even the eyes are safe

Ram horns :P

I'm also fond of Peril/Sunny

Or maybe Peril/Sora/Sunny

But Peril/Sora is the main thing

On the topic of that bringing in my hc that if one sib in a sib group is fire resistant all of them are

She,,, She can change her scale colour

But only slightly and only if her emotions are strong enough

Bc I don't give a fuck about Darkstalker's scroll we were robbed of hybrid Peril

Unfortunately all of Peril's emotions are strong

Rainwing ruff along her head and neck

It's like a hood

It's mainly smoothed to her sides but when she's startled it flares out

RAINWING PUPILS

Y'all will know what those look like as soon as I get off my ass :P

She,,, She can mimic bird cries

Hates the summer

She has more than enough body heat already and the outside is just hot enough to add on and make her feel sick

She can somewhat control her heat but most of the time it's based on her emotions

It can go from standing-in-the-middle-of-a-burning-building-cant-see-your-nose-smoke-is-so-thick heat (Strong emotion) to Hey-thats-a-nice-cozy-campfire heat (Calm/"weak" emotion/Sleeping)

I'm just gonna make a different post with all my Peril hcs cuz there isnt enough room for all of them here

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lilana163 · 3 years ago

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Reunited: Chapter 6

July 31st 1991 was the day Harry Potter would get his Hogwarts letter, usually, one would be excited to wake up to a morning filled with birthday wishes, hugs, and kisses but that wasn't Harry, the only people he wanted to receive hugs, wishes, and kisses from weren't with him anymore. So instead of wanting praises, all he ever asked for is stories, to be more specific he asked for stories about Aurora and James Potter.

" HAPPY BIRTHDAY SQUIRT," Nymphadora yelled from the top of her lungs throwing herself on top of a sleeping Harry.

" Nymphadora Tonks, get off the poor boy!" Andromeda scolded as she held one red velvet cupcake with a lit candle.

" Don't call me that!" Nymphadora mumbled laying beside Harry who rubbed his eyes groggily sitting up from where he laid.

" Happy Birthday Harry!" Ted walked over to the boy ruffling his raven hair which he inherited from none other than Aurora Potter, Andromeda walked over to the two boys holding out the cupcake in front of Harry who chuckled amusingly.

" Make a wish," Andromeda said looking down at the messy-haired boy, Harry smiled brightly at his aunt as he fixed his circular glasses on his nose.

" I wish to hear all the stories about my mum and dad," Harry wished closing his eyes and blowing out the candle, it was no surprise when hearing Harry's wish the boy said it every year but it still and will always carve a hole in Andromeda's heart even if she doesn't show it.

" As you wish," Andromeda answered giving Harry his cupcake while taking a seat on the edge of his twin-sized bed, Ted followed Andromeda and sat on the opposite side all prepared to listen in on the story.

" I remember your mothers eleventh like it was yesterday, your mum and Cissy were extremely spoiled those girls lived like absolute princesses. Anyways your grandmother Druella planed a whole ball it was magnificent, the most beautiful ball I've been to. That morning I and aunt Bella got the honour or so my father said, well we got to give the girls their Hogwarts letters. Oh dear, I must have the picture somewhere! We walked into Auroras room finding her, Narcissa, Regulus, and Sirius all huddled up on the bed together, it was the funniest thing because Sirius somehow managed to get his toes close to Narcissa's mouth, she tended to sleep with her mouth open so it looked like she'd been eating his pale toes when we woke them u-," Andromeda began to tell her story which Harry greatly appreciated since he hasn't heard of the stories of his mum's life from age eleven and up, the brunette was interpreted by a loud pop.

" Master Potter! Happy Birthday," Kreacher squealed rushing up to Harry, ever since the incident when Aurora was 15 Kreacher has been a free elf, even though he had the gift to do whatever he pleased. He made an oath to himself that he would never leave Aurora to thank her for such kindness she gave him. The day Aurora passed, Kreacher made himself Harry's elf and ever since then Kreacher would only obey and listen to the young boy.

" Thanks, Kreacher but I've told you to call me Harry," he told Kreacher. At his words, the house-elf began to mumble apologies all while banging his head on the white coloured wall.

" Stop hitting yourself," Harry pointed his finger at the house-elf which made the scrawny elf immediately stop to look at the younger boy with teary eyes as he handed him a small velvet picture book.

" Kreacher knows how Mr Harry likes pictures of my dear old Mistress Aurora, Kreacher found a picture book in the Black manor for Mr Harry it has some pictures of Master James, as well as Mistress Aurora's friends!" Kreacher raised his voice jumping up and down which was very unlike him though he only ever showed that side of him to Harry, the elf beckoned for Harry to open the picture book making his eyes widened in excitement.

" Thank you, Kreacher!" Harry yelled while running his hands on a moving picture of his mother, each page had its own inscription written by Aurora or other initials he didn't recognise.

Taken by Prongs aka the love of your life (1976)

Future Mrs Potter ;) j.p

Future Mrs Lupin ;) a.b

" Who's Lupin?!" Harry asked Andromeda who laughed at the small written notes below the picture.

" That's your parent's friends last name, they would refer to him as Moony though I'm not quite sure why but his actual name is Remus," She responded quickly wiping away a tear as she watched the picture replay, Ted being the only one to notice he began to rub her back in a soothing manner.

Taken by Ara (1976)

My Bubsy is adorable! a.b

" Mum calls uncle Regulus Bubsy?" Harry looked away from the book earning a nod from Andromeda who got up from the bed with tears welling in her eyes.

" Harry I think it's best if you get ready for today, the Weasleys and your aunts and uncles will arrive soon," Andromeda said quickly rushing out the bedroom, she dashed down the hall into her own now allowing her tears to fall from her grey eyes, she walked over to the only picture she had of her sister which laid perfectly on the desk.

The door creaked alerting the brunette of someone's presence, Andromeda turned back to see Ted who sent her a sad smile as he slowly approached her to see what his wife held.

" Eleven, Eleven was the last age I got to see my sister. The pictures Harry carries I look at them, and all I see is a stranger. I never go to truly know her, all I have of her are the 487 letters she would send and this one picture, I probably would have never met Harry if Narcissa was stable enough to take him in," Andromeda muttered holding onto the moving picture of an eleven-year-old Aurora, Ted snaked his arm around her waist pulling Andy into a side hug.

Meanwhile, in Harry's room, Kreacher helped the young boy get ready for his birthday brunch which he was excited for, after many years of asking his mum's side of the family to join and celebrate with the Tonks and Weasleys they finally gave in, much to their distaste.

" Kreacher will pack Mr Harry's things for the Lestrange Manor," Kreacher said levitating shirts and pants into a big brown trunk, Harry nodded in approval before running down the stairs to wait for his guests.

The Weasleys were the first to arrive soon after Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange which made the atmosphere intense as they only acknowledged Harry not sparing a glance to any other.

" Oh that must be Aunt Cissa," Harry jumped up from his seat excitingly running to open the door, Andromeda tensed up not liking how Harry decided on inviting her sisters which whom she wasn't on good terms.

" Happy Birthday Harry!" Draco yelled throwing his hands around his cousin pulling him into a hug, he was soon tugged off by his younger sister.

" Move it Dragon let me bless my dear cousin with my presence, Happy Birthday Harold!" the small blonde said managing to pry Draco off Harry and pulling the green-eyed boy into a hug.

" Thanks, Draco and Aurora," Harry replied ruffling his younger cousins hair which she tried to swat off not wanting her perfectly curled locks messed up.

" Happy Birthday Harry," Lucius gave the boy a thin lip smile before entering the place with such disgust, Lucius only came for Harry and because he lives by the quote happy wife happy life.

Narcissa hadn't said anything to the boy she just stood there awkwardly as Harry waited for her to enter, Narcissa barely visited the boy instead she sent Harry letters or gifts whenever Draco and Aurora were with Harry. The raven-haired boy's eyes were too alike to his mothers, Narcissa only ever looked into his deep green eyes five times in her life, the day Harry was born she caught a glimpse of his eyes while she washed away the blood from being in the womb, Narcissa saw her nephews eyes when she visited Godrics Hollow twice after he was born, and lastly the day she lost her sister, ever since the Halloween in which her twin's life was taken Narcissa couldn't find the courage to look at his emerald eyes until today.

" Aunt Cissa are you okay?" Harry asked with clear worry watching how a tear slipped from his aunt's eye, after hearing her name she quickly got back to reality realising it was not her sister who stood in front of her but her godson instead.

" I'm fine, I just haven't seen you in a while that's all. Now, where are my manners? Happy Birthday, Ar-Harry, Happy Birthday Harry," She smiled showing off her pearly white teeth as she brought the boy into a bone-crushing hug.

" We should probably join the others," Lucius said catching how his wife almost mistaken the boy for her sister.

" Come on, your seats are by me and auntie Trix and uncle Rodolphus," Harry told Malfoys dragging Narcissa by the hand into the dining area, once the group reached the table all fell silent, Lucius looked at the group in disgust before taking his seat by Rodolphus not bothering to return the nod Arthur Weasley sent his way.

" Since we're all here, um well dig in!" Andromeda said forcing a smile as she gestured to the assorted food, to cut the tension they all began to pile different foods on their white plate.

" So Harry what do you have planned for this special day?" Arthur asked from across the table, Harry smiled brightly at the man before turning to Narcissa who was scolding Bellatrix on her manners.

" I would certainly love to hear the different stories about my mum and dad. I was wondering if you could tell a few aunt Cissy," Harry replied turning the attention from Arthur to Narcissa who nodded approvingly. Lucius tensed up seeing his wife agree, he knew that Aurora was always a sensitive topic for Narcissa. Lucius never truly understood how deep their bond ran until his wife quite literally broke down, he had just got her back and he isn't going to let her go back to such a state without a fight. The blonde man was good at hiding his feelings, and because of this, he managed to master an outstanding poker face. Though it was hard keeping up such a show when you see your wife would silently cry into her pillow, the tragic death of Aurora Potter hit Narcissa in waves, Lucius never would've thought the day he lost his sister in law meant losing his wife and the mother of his kids in the process. It was dark times for the Malfoy's so it came as a shock when one day on a very cloudy morning everything seemed just a tad bit better, Narcissa began to shower and dress on her own and that was enough for Lucius to shed a tear, the day he so begged for finally came, it was some progress but it was enough to make his world.

" Well since you are to receive your Hogwarts letter today, I think it's only fitting to start with your mother's days at Hogwarts including your father though do keep in mind that I never really fancied being around James so I don't quite much to tell," Narcissa spoke to Harry with a smile that radiated warmth, Harry's eyes lit up as he jumped up and down his seat eagerly waiting to hear about his parents days at Hogwarts.

" Start with your first day, beginning to end!" He was quivering all over with excitement making all chuckle at his demeanour Narcissa nodded with a twinkle in her eyes seeing how worked up the boy got.

" If you insist," she began breathing out a deep sigh reaching out for his small hand and holding it with hers, "I and your mother were thrilled when we stood in platform 9 3/4, yes we've been there hundreds of times to say our goodbyes to Andromeda and Bella but you get a whole different euphoria when knowing it's you who will be stepping into that scarlet red train. To begin a new chapter of your life, Hogwarts is everyone's second home and that's what made me and your mother feel like it was Christmas morning for our first year. Especially because we had sisters who would constantly talk about the wonders of Hogwarts. I remember my first day like it was yesterday, your grandmother talked to us about making the family proud and so on then um-," Narcissa rambled then hesitantly looked up at Andromeda and Ted who seemed to know her next words, though knowing the story Andromeda was rather curious to hear her sisters view, the brunette was prepared to defend herself if Narcissa were to make a snarky remark making tension collect between the two.

" Well someone pulled us aside to inform us that she'll be running off with a mudblood and live her happily ever after because that was way more important than her younger sisters, who she left behind to fend for themselves in such a gruesome manner in which we had to call home," Narcissa said smiling innocently at the boy who hadn't seemed bothered of the m-word instead he shrugged it off as if it were nothing, unlike the Weasleys and Tonks who gasped at the word which fell so elegantly out of her red painted lips.

" How dare you speak that word in my house!" Andromeda stood up from her seat pushing it back send death glares her younger sisters way, Bellatrix was smirking but soon it faltered seeing her traitor of a sister hold her wand to the side of her dress hiding it from Narcissa's view.

" Now, now calm down Andromeda you wouldn't want to have a petty argument on Harry's birthday. It's not needed to ruin such a special day for him, so I suggest you take a seat so I may continue the story, where I left off before I was rudely cut off," Narcissa huffed glaring at her sister, Andromeda hesitantly sat down with a scowl on her face making it evident she would rather be anywhere else much to Bellatrix's entertainment.

" Aurora loved to keep a happy persona up even in the darkest of times, so even though she felt hurt by what I say was a betrayal of a sister, she found the light in her hurt. I don't know how your mother saw the best in everything, anyways during the boat ride to Hogwarts James went on and on about how gorgeous your mummy was, which she found quite annoying immediately becoming not so fond of him. Yet she managed to get herself married to him and have a wonderful child as well," Narcissa said while Harry sat slightly leaning over the table listening intently while the Lestranges and Lucius glared at the Weasleys who glared daggers at Narcissa still seeming hurt by her words.

" Your mum and uncle Sirius both got sorted into Gryffindor, if I am being honest I saw that coming though if you met your mother one would tell she was a mix of both Slytherin and Gryffindor. I remember how Aurora glanced over at the Slytherin table looking at me with her deep green eyes, I could tell she was shocked and maybe scared but all it took was a reassuring smile and she walked on over to the Gryffindor table," Narcissa told Harry seeing how his eyes began to water, Aurora seemed to notice this and walked over to hug the boy.

" Are you okay Harry?" Bellatrix asked softening her expression seeing how his eyes got tearier by the minute, all attention turned to Harry who nodded blinking away his tears.

" I wish I could've met them, I wish I could've met mum and dad," Harry muttered looking down at his plate not daring to meet the staring gaze of the others.

"They're always with you Harry, even if you don't see them," Andromeda spoke from across the table as she leaned over to get a view of the boy.

" I would like to hear the rest of the story please," he stated trying to change the subject it was silent for a few seconds before the sound of Narcissa clearing her throat broke it.

" Ahh where was, well when your mother...

Flashback:

All houses were dismissed for bed, the corridors were crowded with students all going in different directions. If it weren't for her sisters laugh the blonde wouldn't have found the person she was most eager to speak to.

Narcissa fastened her past swiftly moving past the large crowd of students, she finally spotted the group of five she hung with earlier making a turn for another corridor. Narcissa took advantage and pulled her sister into a dark and empty one, Aurora was ready to punch the living daylights out of Narcissa before she spotted the blonde locks and came to the conclusion it was not a weirdo.

" Cissy," Aurora blurted out throwing herself into her sister's warm embrace, Narcissa was taken back by the action but gave in from hearing a quiet sob.

" Please don't be mad I don't w-," Aurora started but was cut off by her sister who moved to cup her face.

" I'm not mad, nothing could come between us. I won't let our houses define the relationship we have towards one another, and I hope you don't. Nothing will change Ara. Not even you hanging with mudbloods, filthy half-bloods, and blood traitors will come between us. You're my twin, you're stuck with me forever even in the afterlife," Narcissa said whipping away the tears from Aurora's pink cheeks." Thank you, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," Aurora replied.

End of flashback

Narcissa finished her story, the Weasleys and Tonks had confused faces not hiding the shock from what they just heard, it came as a surprise that Narcissa hadn't cared if Aurora was a blood traitor especially because she speaks so highly on blood purity.

" So you didn't care if Aurora was a blood traitor?!" Andromeda asked in disbelief fighting to keep the hurt she felt from showing, Narcissa and Andromeda no longer had a relationship because of their separate beliefs so it hurt Andromeda to hear that her sister could be so angry at her but not Aurora, as they both seemed to share the same thinking.

" No, why would I care? She was my sister, after all, death would be the only thing to pull us apart not our differences," Narcissa shrugged not understanding why it was such a big deal, Andromeda's eyes began to well with tears as she stood up from her seat.

" I'm your sister, yet you treat me like a stranger! I and Aurora are the same yet you have a blind eye for her? Make it make sense Narcissa, why do you hate me so much? We used to be close yet you let the fact that my husband is a muggle-born tarnish our sisterly bond," Andromeda let out allowing the tears to spill from her eyes onto her cheeks, Bellatrix and Lucius watched the quarrel with amusement knowing it wasn't Andromeda's beliefs which lead to the downfall of their relationship and they both found everything quite funny seeing Andromeda act such away.

" Aurora was a better sister than you'd ever be, don't you dare say the two of you are alike when you are nothing but from that. I don't hate you, Andromeda, so calm down there is no need for this, you're making a fool of yourself," Narcissa spoke unfazed by her sister's reaction, Narcissa would never like to admit it but she could never bring it in herself to hate Andromeda. Though she tried many times, it couldn't change the fact that she loved her sister but it's not enough to forgive Andy for leaving her and Aurora behind, or because Andromeda never really attempted to write or speak to Narcissa until Harry came along.

" I, I have to go," Andromeda stormed off leaving behind an awkward silence. Harry then realised that perhaps it wasn't the best idea to have his aunts in the same room, especially when they hadn't talked in years.

" Cake?" Rodolphus said with a toothy smile trying to ease the tension.

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anythingandeverything1d · 5 years ago

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Its the little things

The sun peaked through the curtains and you rolled over, pulling the comforter with you. Harry tugged it back the opposite direction and you rolled your eyes. You tugged it harder back to you, leaving him fully exposed. You smirked knowing he had lost, but instead he pushed you off the side of your bed. “Harry what the hell.” You stood up, tossed the blanket back on top of him and walked into the bathroom slamming the door. It was a little much. You knew that, but things had been hard lately. It had been two months since you and Harry left the house. You spent every waking hour together. It was harder than you thought. The two of you were getting into small fights about everything. At first the two of you had loved quarantine. You loved that Harry was home, that he wasn't going to leave the country and only see you for a week or so at a time. You loved that you would wake up every morning to those green eyes and dimples. Now? Here you were, pissed that he pushed you off the bed at 8:30 am. You washed your face and walked downstairs. Your mood was now a lot lower than it should've been. You decided a cup of coffee was what you needed. You dropped the k cup into the keurig and walked to the fridge to get the creamer. You had heard Harry walk down the stairs and into the kitchen but when you turned around you dropped the creamer in frustration. There Harry was, boxers and all drinking the cup of coffee you had just made with a smile.

“Thanks for the coffee.” he smirked.

“Harold.” you growled. “First you push me out of bed. Now you take my coffee. What the actual hell.”

“Hey you started it with the blanket pulling.”

“Ughh” you growled taking the cup of coffee from him and making it your own again. You sat at the table and scrolled through twitter while Harry banged around in the cabinets making breakfast.

“Want any eggs?”

“No.” Harry turned back to cooking and you turned back to your phone. He sat at the table a few minutes later with a plate of toast and eggs. He dug into his food. When you were both done you placed your cup in the dishwasher and wiped off the counter. Harry had gone upstairs to get ready for a zoom call with the guys. You looked around and groaned. He had left his dirty plate on the table, eggs on the counter, pan on the stove, and an overall huge mess. You grudgingly cleaned it up and marched upstairs to where he was laying on the unmade bed, his clothes scattered around the floor.

“Babe, what do you think of this song lyric-”

“I don't really care Harry.” You picked up his shirt and threw it in the dirty clothes hamper.

“Whats with the mood?”

“I don't have a mood.” You threw another shirt into the hamper.

“Okay whatever you say.”

You turned and glared at him. “Is it so hard to pick up your clothes Harry. This shirt is literally a foot from the hamper. Why cant you just throw it in the hamper instead of on the floor? And can you make the bed? Youre about to video chat with all of your friends and our house looks like a frat house.”

“I do clean up.” Harry started.

“NO. No you don't Harry. I just cleaned up your whole breakfast mess. The ENTIRE thing.”

“I was going to do that.”

“When? In two hours when its gotten all gross and sticky and ants come into our house?”

“I-” “You haven't helped at all Harry. Not at all.”

“Okay you need to calm down. Clearly you woke up a little grumpy.”

“MAYBE BECAUSE YOU PUSHED ME OUT OF BED!” You yelled.

“ONLY BECAUSE YOU STOLE THE BLANKETS!” He yelled back.

You screamed frustrated and ran down stairs, grabbing your keys. You figured that getting out was exactly what you needed. Some time away from him. You drove around blaring music and eventually calmed down a bit. You kept driving, not in the mood to deal with Harry. It was the little things that were getting to you and they were getting harder to take. You turned the radio up and listened to the song. Watermelon Sugar came on and you stopped. Your heart ached for Harry. You felt a little bad about arguing with him so you drove home. You walked into the door and listened, trying to decide if Harry was still on his call or if he had ended. You walked into the kitchen and found a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. You smiled and picked one up smelling it. How did he even manage to pull this off so quickly... You walked up to the bedroom looking for Harry and found a cleaned room and made bed. That’s what I’m talking about...“Harry?” You called out. There was no answer so you decided to take a shower and get dressed for the day. When you got out and wandered downstairs Harry was sat at the kitchen table. He had picked up lunch and placed it out on the table. “Hey.” you said sitting across from him.

“Hey.” he said looking at you. He dropped his head and sighed. “(y/n) I’m sorry.”

“No Harry, I overreacted..”

“No, well yes but you were right. I should've cleaned up. I haven't been the best at it lately and I’m sorry. I really appreciate everything you do and I’m sorry that I haven't been helping out around the house. Ive been so distracted lately with the reunion project and then my tour being cancelled. Its not an excuse I know..I just-I’m sorry babe.”

You stood up and walked over to him, sitting on his lap and sighing. “I’m sorry too Haz..” you wrapped your arms around his neck touching his forehead to yours.

He kissed you and smiled. “I think we are both a little on edge with quarantine. All the little things we normally don't care about are becoming bigger deals”

You nodded. “I think so too.”

“Hey you know what though?”

You looked at him and shook your head. “What?”

“I still love you, I always will. And I still promise to be better.”

“I love you too Harry. I’ll try being more patient...and not taking the covers.” he laughed and kissed you softly.

“As long as you're in my bed you can take the covers all you like.” He kissed you again and grinned, “So, should we dig in?” you nodded and walked over to your seat. Harry had picked up chipotle, one of your favorites.

You took a bite and smiled. “Thanks for the flowers by the way and lunch and for making the bed.”

“Thanks for cleaning up my mess this morning and for putting up with me all the time.” You laughed and flicked a piece of rice at him.

“I would put up with anything as long as I get to keep you.” He smiled and took a bite. You were glad things had settled back in. Quarantine was a lot. It was a lot of time together but it was a time that you could grow together. If you could survive this, you could survive anything.

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Just a short blurb but I got a request for this! Enjoy! xoxo

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Where Are The Ghostbusters When You Need Them?

Hi! Thanks for checking out my story!

Despite the title, the story actually does not feature the Ghostbusters, but it does feature the Flash Rogues. That's almost as good, right?

The story can't really fit anywhere canonically since Evan and Sam are alive simultaneously, among other things, but hopefully it'll be an enjoyable story anyhow.

Mirror Master I: You ever seen one of those creepy houses? You know, the ones with broken windows and crumbling spires and ivy growing all over them? The ones that used to belong to super rich people and are now allegedly owned by some mysterious “third cousin once removed” that no one’s ever actually seen? The ones that stupid teenagers dare each other to spend the night in? Well, Central City has one of those creepy houses. Or, more accurately, Central City’s Pine Woods suburb has one of those creepy houses. It’s commonly known as the old Jackson place. It's a three-story mansion, with broken windows, crumbling stone, a creepy staircase, massive spires....the works. It was even used as a set for a horror movie back in the 80s. Even though it technically isn’t in the city proper, it’s close enough that everyone knows about the house-and the stories surrounding it. Allegedly, the old Jackson place was built by Adolphus Jackson in 1792, after he immigrated from somewhere in Ireland with his family. They were Central City’s first settlers (the Rathaways were second). He and his wife, Betty, had sixteen kids (although only ten survived to adulthood). All the dead kids were buried in the backyard of the house, so things are already getting creepy. (Some people say that you can hear crying when you go by the house, and other people have claimed to see ghostly children.) His oldest son, Jared, inherited the house when old man Jackson died in 1846. (He was buried behind the house, and yep, people have claimed to see him, too.) Jared worked alongside Martin Garrick (yes, he IS related to Jay Garrick) and my great-great-great-great-grandfather, Shawn Scudder, in Central City’s Underground Railroad. (Am I shaming my heritage? Yeah, probably. Moving on.) People have claimed to see the ghosts of slaves and such around the old Jackson place, and they’ve also claimed to see the ghosts of Harold and Rufus Jackson, an uncle and nephew who fought on opposite sides of the Civil War. In 1877, Jared died, and his second son, Arnold, inherited the house. (His oldest son was Harold, who died at the Battle of Chancellorsville.) Arnold got married to his second cousin, which is several levels of weird, and he added onto the house, making it a lot bigger and more impressive looking. He died in 1885, after adding to the family’s sizable fortune, and his son, Bernard, inherited the house and made it even fancier. Bernard is also where the really messed up stories about the Jackson place begin, as his oldest son, Robert, fell in love with a girl his father hated (partially because he had planned for his son to marry Lydia Rathaway, Piper’s great-great-great aunt). Their arguments over it got really nasty, and so eventually Robert ran away with his chick and got married to her, only for his father to threaten to cut him off. Sonny boy decided that he wanted the money more than his wife, and he abandoned her and was remarried to Piper’s great-great-great aunt. There was only one snag: his old wife had gotten pregnant and drowned herself in the pond (now dried up) on the back of the property to get revenge a few days after her baby was born. (People claim to see her ghost quite frequently.) Her parents, the Desmonds (and the Rathaways, who were mad that Bernard had had his son marry their daughter when he already had a wife) sued the pants off the Jacksons and the family was reduced to semi-poverty. Robert hung himself a few weeks after the lawsuit was settled (he allegedly haunts the house, too) and Bernard started drinking. A lot. He died in 1910 (probably from alcohol poisoning) and the estate was inherited by his only surviving offspring, a 19-year-old daughter named Alicia, who became a librarian and never married. (Alicia didn’t live in the house after the age of 21, probably because of all the bad memories, but people still see her ghost there.) She died in 1971, and the house, which had sat unused for over three decades, had already gained a reputation as being massively haunted, a reputation that only increased when some stupid 17-year-old broke into the house on a dare, fell down the old stairs in the dark, and broke his neck in 1995. (Since then, people have claimed to see HIS ghost as well.) So you get the point: the old Jackson place is massively haunted, massively creepy, and massively empty, so, of course, Captain Cold decided that we needed to break into the place on Halloween. Now, to be fair, we do something to get our adrenaline up every year on Halloween, but there’s a difference between going to a commercial haunted house, where nothing is real, and going to an old house that might actually be haunted, especially when said old house is falling apart and everyone is wearing ridiculous costumes (as we do every year). Earlier in the month, we had decided to dress up as classic movie monsters. Or at least I thought we had. As it turned out, some people had badly missed the memo….

Mirror Master II: Okay, so maybe the scarecrow costume I had wasnae all that scary, but it wasnae my fault! How was I supposed to ken that all the scary scarecrow costumes would be sold out by October 24? I wasnae PLANNING to be the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz! But I’m off topic. All of us had agreed to meet on the front lawn before we broke into the haunted house, so at 7:00 PM on Halloween night, I got into me costume and went to the lawn. Golden Glider (dressed as a vampire), Scudder (dressed as a zombie), the Trickster (dressed as a bedsheet ghost), Captain Boomerang (dressed as Frankenstein’s monster), and the Pied Piper (dressed as the Phantom of the Opera) were already there, and, of course, as soon as he saw me costume, Scudder started laughing. “They were sold out of the scary costumes, ye eejit,” I said. “Then why didn’t you alter it or something? You don’t look scary at all!” Scudder asked. “Hey, at least I look scarier than the Trickster. And besides, not all of us be seamstresses, Scudder,” I replied. (He’d made his own costume and thought that nobody knew. Eejit.) Scudder flushed and suddenly became very interested in the bushes. At this point, Captain Cold showed up in cat ears. That was his whole costume. Otherwise, he jus’ looked like a hockey fan (which he be). His sister-a bonnie lassie, she-wasnae pleased with that. “Lenny, you were supposed to dress up as something scary!” “I did. I’m a werecat.” I’m nae sure why he thought that would be convincing. “Oh, come on! You didn’t even try!”“I never try. Why are you acting like this is something new?” The Glider threw up her hands. “Because you promised me you would try this year!” “I have a tail. Does that make it better?” The Glider rolled her eyes.“I give up.” She tossed her golden hair over her shoulder-I tell ye, she is a bonnie lass-and went to talk with the Piper. The Weather Wizard showed up a few seconds later, and I saw soomthing I never wanted to see: him in a dress. “What are ye supposed tae be, me gran?” The Wizard scowled.“I’m a witch!” I looked at him oddly. “Ye could have been a werewolf, and ye decided tae be a witch?”“It’s thematic! You know: wizards are magic; witches are magic….” I laughed. “Look, if ye want to dress up like a lassie, ye kin. Just donae expect me tae understand why.” The Wizard stormed off, and the Top arrived on the lawn, dressed as a gigantic top. Scudder laughed so hard that he had tae sit down, and I laughed pretty heartily myself. “What is so amusing?” the Top asked. Naebody bothered to explain that it was because he wasnae cooperating with the theme, because we all knew he wouldnae listen. “They’re just being stupid, sweetie pie. You look amazing,” the Glider said. (I’m nae sure if she meant it or if she was just trying to calm him doon.) Luckily for the Top, Heat Wave decided to show up at this point, and his costume made Captain Boomerang laugh so hard he wet himself and made me laugh so hard that I had to join Scudder on the ground, so everyone forgot about him. “Why are you wearing a tutu?” Captain Cold asked (as soon as he was capable of speech again.)“Well, I was gonna be Frankenstein, but Digger stole my idea, and I didn’t have any other ideas, so I decided that me in a tutu was scarier than any monster,” Heat Wave replied. I looked him over again and immediately wished I had nae doon it. He was right; the sight of a 6’6”, 250 pound man in a frilly pink tutu is more terrifying than any monster. His logic seemed to work on everyone else, too, because Captain Cold quickly changed the subject. “Okay, are we ready?” Scudder raised an eyebrow. “To break into the creepy ghost house? No, but I know I’m doing it anyway,” he replied. (At the time, I thought that he was being a wet blanket, but as it turned out, he was right to be a tad worried.) “As long as we’re bringing flashlights, I suppose so,” the Piper said. (He had been against going to the haunted house, tae, but he had been opposed to it because of some kid who had died there back in the 90s because the house didnae have lights, not because of Scudder’s ghosties, which he didnae believe in. Because of that, he had changed his tune after Cold promised him that he could bring a flashlight if he wanted tae.)“Then let’s go,” Captain Cold ordered. With that, Scudder and I transported everyone to the house via Mirror Realm. Having only lived in Central City for a year, I had never seen it before, and I was a tad freaked out by what I saw. The house itself wasnae too bad, but the creepy dead grass and trees, and the graveyard in the back of the house, were spooky, especially under the huge moon.“‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter here?’ Really?” Golden Glider said scornfully, pointing at a sign in the yard. Her brother shrugged. “Probably some kid’s idea of a prank.” Piper, meanwhile, was looking nervously at a different sign. “Cold, this sign is from the government. It says the building is condemned. Are you sure we’ll be safe to go in there?” he asked. “Since when do we care what the government thinks?” Captain Cold replied. “When a building might collapse on our heads!” Piper exclaimed. “And when it’s haunted!” Scudder added, sounding happy to have an excuse tae go home. Captain Cold sighed and rolled his eyes. “Piper, if the house seems like it’s gonna collapse on us, we’ll just have Scudder and the Scotsman transport us out. We’ll be fine,” he said. Piper seemed to relax.“Good point,” he said. Sam didn’t look as calm. “But what about the ghosts?” he asked. “Sam, ghosts don’t exist. They’re a product of overactive imagination and too many horror stories,” the Piper replied, only for Captain Boomerang to join the conversation.“They are too real! My second cousin’s ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend’s dad’s third cousin’s aunt saw one!” he exclaimed, sounding offended. Piper didnae look convinced. “That’s hardly conclusive proof of-” he began, only tae be cut off by Captain Cold. “Enough about ghosts! Let’s go inside already!” he exclaimed. With that, Trickster picked the lock on the door. He pushed it open, producing a loud CREAK, and then we went inside.

Weather Wizard: I’m going to tell you a secret: the witch costume was an accident. I swear, I thought I ordered the Dark Wizard costume, but when I opened up the package a week before Halloween, I found a witch costume instead, and because I didn’t have another two weeks to wait (or any more money) I was stuck with it and just decided to pretend it had been my plan the whole time to save face. (At least it matched the theme, unlike cats, tops, and ballerinas.) But I digress. So, after the Trickster picked the lock, we went inside and Piper and Cold turned on their flashlights. The hallway contained cobwebs and a moth-eaten carpet, but nothing else.

“We'll cover more ground if we divide and conquer, so let’s split up into groups and search this place for valuables. Lisa, you’re with me. Scudder, you’re with McCulloch. Mardon, you’re with Rory. Rathaway, you’re with Jesse. Dillon, you’re with Harkness,” Cold barked.

“WE’RE SPLITTING UP? That’s like the #1 way to die in a haunted house!” Scudder whined. (As it turned out, he was right to be worried, but at the time, I thought he was overreacting.) Hartley sighed.

“Sam, ghosts do not exist,” he said. (He was wrong.) Then he turned to Cold and asked,

“How will the Mirror Masters be able to transport us to safety if we’re not in the same part of the house?” Cold rolled his eyes.

“Piper, unless there’s an earthquake, the Mirror Masters will be able to get to all of us before the house falls. They basically have access to a teleportation system. We’ll be fine,’” Cold replied. Piper didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t keep arguing.

“Why am I with Harkness? He’s an uncultured boor,” Dillon demanded.

“Well, I ain’t too fond of you, either, you wowser!” Harkness yelled.

“Why can’t I be with Roscoe, Lenny?” Lisa asked. Cold sighed wearily.

“Fine. Dillon, you’re with Lisa. Harkness, you’re with me. Sam, stop whining. Now let’s go!” Cold exclaimed. McCulloch saluted, dragged Scudder into a mirror, and vanished, and the rest of us fanned out to search the house. After walking through some more cobwebby hallways, Mick and I reached what I assumed was the living room. The room was filled with decaying furniture and mysterious old knicknacks, everything was covered in cobwebs, and part of the roof had fallen in. Seeing this, I had to wonder if the Piper had been right about the dangers of the building.

“How long do you think it’s been since someone touched any of this?” Mick asked me.

“If I had to guess, I’d say at least forty years,” I replied. I glanced out the window and noticed that a cloud had covered part of the moon and that the rest of it had turned red, and I shuddered. “Mick, there’s a blood moon.” I said quietly.

“So? They talked about that on the news,” Mick replied as he started pawing through the knicknacks laying on the floor.

“Never mind,” I said quickly as I joined him. I didn’t want him to think I was scared or anything. Several minutes later, we were still sorting through things and had found nothing but a broken teacup, a broken porcelain doll, and a dusty beaded shawl.

“I hope the whole house ain’t like this. If it is, Captain Cold’ll be mad,” Mick said. I shrugged.

“That’s his problem, not mine.” I heard a rumble of thunder in the distance, and, a few seconds later, the sobs of a child. Mick looked up from the floor in shock.

“Did you hear that?” he asked me.

“The thunder, or the kid crying?”

“The kid crying!” I nodded.

“Yeah, I heard it too. Why?”

“Because we need to go help that kid!” he replied. I rolled my eyes.

“Mick, we’re here to get rich, not help some kid.” Mick ignored me and pulled me in the direction of the crying sound, despite my attempts to break free from his grasp. We had gotten halfway across the living room when we saw a little girl. Her hair was in...uh, ringlets, I think they’re called?-and her dress came down to the floor. She was crying (of course) and Mick went over to her.

“Hey, there, little one. Are you lost?” he asked gently. I thought about leaving Mick with the girl and continuing to search for loot, but there was something about the little girl that made it impossible for me to pull away, and NOT in a “she’s so small and helpless” way. Mick reached out to put his hand on the girl’s shoulder-and his hand went straight through her! My knees went weak under me, and then the world went black. When I came to, I found myself on a dusty couch. I looked around the room and saw Mick waving good-bye to the vanishing ghost.

“Oh, hey, Mark. Glad to see you up-although there wasn’t really a reason for you to faint like that. Georgia was just worried that we were gonna hurt her doll. When I told her we weren’t, she cheered right up and went away,” he said cheerfully.

“The ghost has a name? And is friendly?” I asked. Mick nodded.

“I don’t even think she knew she was dead. Poor little thing,” he said, and I sighed in relief.

“In that case, let’s get back to work. If she’s the only ghost here, we’ve got nothing to worry about,” I said. (Famous last words.) With that, the two of us continued our search of the living room.

Trickster: The Piper and I- James Jesse, con artist extraordinaire-decided to investigate the attic. I’m a horror movie junkie, so if I’m breaking into a haunted house, what better place to get that adrenaline rush than the attic? Piper and I climbed three sets of narrow, creaky, cracked, cobwebby stairs to the attic (although Piper got winded halfway up the second flight and I had to drag him up the last one). Then I opened the door to see lots of cobwebs, a shattered mirror, a broken window, an old, rusted bedframe, some old-fashioned cabinets, a sword, an old rocking horse (sadly, it was too small for me), and a bunch of other old stuff. The roof was low, and it was really dark. My heart pounded, but in a good way.

“This is so much better than the fake haunted houses! We should go here every year!” I exclaimed. Piper swept his flashlight from left to right, and then started examining the boring knick knacks that were lying around. I pulled out a yo-yo and some bubble gum and waited eagerly for the walls to start dripping blood. After about two minutes, Piper pulled a stack of old papers out of one of the cabinet drawers.

“James, these are from the Civil War!” he exclaimed excitedly. I yawned.

“So?” I asked. Piper looked shocked.

“James, these are valuable historical documents! If they’re really as old as they look, they could provide priceless information about the role of Central City in the Civil War!”

“Can they summon a ghost?” Piper sighed.

“No. They cannot.” I blew a particularly large bubble.

“Then I’m not interested. Let’s find something that CAN summon a ghost!” Piper rolled his eyes.

“James, you’re not going to find something that can summon a ghost, because ghosts-” Suddenly, the windows rattled and we heard a loud moan.

“Don’t exist?” Piper squeaked. Five seconds later, a transparent man with a noose around his neck appeared and floated towards us. Piper screamed and bolted down the stairs, and I whooped with joy and followed him, narrowly missing the ghost’s clammy hands.

“Catch me if you can, you stupid ghost!” I yelled. I followed the Piper to the second floor and into a spooky old bathroom, complete with dusty mirror, a big tub with clawed feet, a broken toilet, and a sink. Mold was growing in the sink and on the walls, and I grinned. This day just kept getting better and better! Piper slammed the door and locked it behind us.His chest was heaving and he looked exhausted. (Rich kids don’t have much reason to be athletic.)

“You were saying?” I asked ‘sweetly’. Piper gave me a death glare.

“NOT the time!” Piper said. I laughed.

“Do you really think a locked door will keep out a ghost? It can’t even keep us out!” I asked him. Piper’s face went white, and he ran over to the dirty mirror.

“Sam! McCulloch! Get us home now!” he yelled. There was no response.

“Piper, you know the Mirror Realm doesn’t work that way. You can only talk to them through it if they want you to, and if they haven’t had the good luck to run into a ghost, they won’t be able to guess that you might want them to pick us up.” I said as I played with my yo-yo. Piper whimpered and buried his head in his hands, then started muttering incomprehensibly as I whistled merrily.

“How can you be so happy?” Piper demanded after a few minutes.I grinned.

“Kid, we’re being chased by a real, honest-to-goodness ghost! It doesn’t get more awesome than that!” Just then, the ghost drifted through the door, and I pulled out my camera and started snapping pictures as Piper screamed.

“We’regoingtodiewe’regoingtodiewe’regoingto die !” He darted to the door, fumbled with the lock, and opened it just as the ghost brushed his clammy fingers against his back. He screamed louder and ran down the hall. I snapped a few more photos, stuck my tongue out at the ghost,and followed Piper. The ghost roared angrily and flew after me. I caught up with Piper after about a minute and lead him into a dumbwaiter, then slammed the door behind us.

“James, how is this closet preferable to hiding in the bathroom? The ghost can still walk through walls!” Piper demanded.

“Piper, YOU’RE the one who had all the servants. Shouldn’t you know what a dumbwaiter is?”

“I know what a dumbwaiter is,I have just never seen one before. I was not allowed to spend time with the servants.You can hardly blame me for mistaking it for a closet. Besides, my point still stands: why would hiding in here keep us safe from the ghost?” I laughed.

“Piper, that ghost is Robert Jackson, who hung himself because he wasn’t rich anymore and gave up the love of his life for money! Entering the dumbwaiter that the servants used would be beneath him. As long as we’re in here, we’re safe. For a guy who’s college educated, you sure are stupid,” I explained. Piper frowned.

“You were taking selfies with the ghost, and I’M stupid?” he yelled. I smiled “innocently”.

“I never said I wasn’t stupid...but I’m not a graduate from Harvard, either. But I knew how to save us from the ghost, and you didn’t,” I replied. Hartley sighed wearily.

“Whatever you say, James...but how did you know what a dumbwaiter is? You thought that the American Civil War started in 1961 until last month, so you cannot have known about them from history, and you were not wealthy, so you cannot have had servants who used one,” he asked.

“My Nonna Gianna was a maid for a wealthy family in Italy when she was a girl, and she used a dumbwaiter when she worked for them,” I explained.

“Wait...you’re Italian?” Hartley asked.

“Sí. Well, Italian-American, anyhow.My paternal grandparents immigrated from Italy in 1935 after Mussolini took over and invaded Ethiopia. When they got to America, they joined the Big Circus because my Nonno Antonio had been an acrobat in Italy. They had a whole lot of kids, and my dad was the youngest. He was born in 1955, and he married my mother, who was a second-generation Italian immigrant herself, in 1980. I was born eight years later,” I explained.

“But your name is James Jesse! That doesn’t sound remotely Italian!” Hartley protested.

“Hel-lo! My nonni were Italian immigrants performing for the American public at the height of World War II! They took stage names: Jesse for the last name, and Rosie and Jared for their first names. By the end of the war, they’d gotten so famous under the Jesse name that they couldn’t really change it back to their real one, so they just kept the stage name. My dad’s real name was Alessandro, but he called himself Jacob. My mother’s name really was Helen, though, because her parents had given her an American name. My real name’s actually Giovanni Giuseppe. How’s that for a mouthful?” I exclaimed.

“Sai parlare italiano?” Piper asked.

“Nonni, nonna, nonno, pizza, spaghetti, Venice, Rome, sí, il Dulche, Mamma Mia, madre, padre, nipote, figlia, figlio,Ti amo, caro, Coinvolgimi, bella noche, Dov'è la birra? That’s all the Italian I know. Well, that and a lot of swear words,” I replied.

“En d’autres termes, tu sais autant d’italien comme vous le français?” Piper asked. I looked at him oddly.

“English?”

“So, in other words, you know as much Italian as you do French?” he replied.

“Yeah, pretty much. Not everyone can afford tutors for twenty languages,” I said.

“I only speak six languages-Spanish, French, German, Italian, Japanese, and Mandarin Chinese, and I can only write in the first four. I’m passable in Arabic and Russian, too, but I’d hardly say I can speak twenty languages.” I grinned evilly.

“Let’s go find some more ghosts!” I exclaimed.

“No! I’m staying right here, where it’s safe,” Piper yelled.

“Spoilsport,” I said. I started using my yo-yo again.

Captain Cold: So, as I guess you already know, I ended up partnered with Captain Koala, because he and Roscoe insisted on being stubborn morons. I wanted to look for the safe, but Digger insisted that we go to the kitchen because he was hungry, and, since Digger seems to have an immunity to food poisoning, I figured it would probably be safe to let him eat 85-year-old food, and feeding him would get him to shut his big mouth besides. Digger, who practically has an internal homing device for food, found the kitchen in about a minute flat. The kitchen was dusty, covered in cobwebs, and filled with a lot of rusted-out junk, and it was so dark that, without my flashlight, I don't think I would've been able to see two feet in front of me. It was a little creepy, I’m not gonna lie. But I don’t scare easy, so I started pawing around for valuables while Digger found the world’s oldest box of crackers and started digging in. I found a bunch of silver spoons and shoved them into my bag…and then something weird happened. A really attractive lady appeared out of basically nowhere and walked right through me like she couldn’t even see me. It felt like when I accidentally shot myself with my cold gun, and I frowned. Ghosts weren’t supposed to exist. However, I had business to do, so I ignored the ghost lady and went back to my work. Digger, on the other hand, didn’t take the ghost so well. He let out a string of Australian swear words, yelled something about a “ghost sheila” (knowing him, it was probably the exact opposite of polite), grabbed his crackers, and started to run. I grabbed him by his scarf before he could exit the room.

“Let me go, you bloody loon! You’ve got kangaroos loose in your top paddock if you want to stay here with a ghost, Cold!” Digger yelled.

“Stop freaking out, Digger. She doesn’t have any weapons, she’s not dripping blood, and she’s not bad to look at besides. Just ignore her. We have work to do.” Digger looked closer at the ghost and grinned.

“Bloody oath! She is a beautiful Sheila, ain’t she?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty. I just said that. Now get to work.” I said. Digger ignored me and walked over to the ghost.

“G’day, Sheila. I’m Captain George Harkness of the Australian Secret Service. Who are you?” he asked. (He tells every girl he takes a fancy to that he worked/works for the Australian Secret Service. It’d be a great pick up line if it wasn’t a total lie.) I rolled my eyes as I helped myself to some fine china plates. Was Digger seriously hitting on a ghost?

“Is Australia a northern state, Master Harkness?” the ghost asked. She sounded terrified, and had an accent I couldn’t quite place. Digger laughed.

“Oz? In the North? Sheila, it’s called the Land Down Under for a reason,” he replied. The ghost looked terrified and started to cry. I tried valiantly to ignore the sound and shoved the remainder of the china into my bag.

“What’re you crying for, Sheila?” Digger asked, sounding annoyed.

“B-b-because if you a Southern soldier, you gonna take me and my baby back to slavery!” I noticed that she was, indeed, carrying a baby and grimaced. I did NOT have time for dealing with this crud. Digger walked back over to me.

“I didn’t notice she had an anklebiter. She’s a lovely sheila, but not enough for me to want to be a daddy. And why’s she wailing about slavery?” he asked.

“How should I know? I dropped out of high school at 14, and I don’t have many dealings with ghosts,” I replied in annoyance as the ghost’s wailings got louder. She moved rapidly toward Digger and fell on her knees.

“Please, don’t take my baby, Master Harkness. Let him be free, please, please!” she begged. Digger shot me a pleading look, and I sighed wearily. How did Digger get himself-and me- into these situations?

“Look, lady, we don’t want you or your baby. Now go on, shoo. You and the kid are free, and “Master Harkness” and I have business to do,” I said. The ghost stared.

“Ain’t you Confederate soldiers?” she asked, obviously confused.. Digger and I looked at each other in equal confusion.

“What’s a Confederate?” Digger asked the ghost.

“They’s the soldiers who be fighting to make their own country,” she replied.

“What’s she talking about?” Digger asked me. I shrugged.

“The Civil War…..I think,” I said, drawing desperately from my memories of 8th grade history.

“You mean the war you Yanks had between each other? What’s that gotta do with this sheila?” I racked my brains for any connection between the two and wished that I hadn’t chosen 8th grade history as the class to sleep through.

“Um...she was talking about slavery…I think the South had slaves...probably….and that was maybe why the war started? Possibly? And-and since you said you were from the South, and she’s probably about as well-educated as we are, she didn’t realize that you meant you were from another continent entirely, and so she thought that you were gonna want to make her a slave again,” I said, feeling pretty proud of myself for figuring all that out.

“Didja hear that, Sheila? I’m not a Confederate, whatever that means! Australia’s an island. It ain’t part of America. Now, it’s London to the brick that I’m dangerous, so you probably wanna steer clear of me, but I’m not gonna be taking you to slavery, neither. And, hey, if you got any single friends without anklebiters,, tell ‘em t’ look up Captain Harkness, will ya?” Digger told her cheerfully.

“I..I’m free?” she asked quietly.

“As a bird. Now get outta here. You’re safe in this city,” I told her flatly.

“Thank you, sir! Thank you!” she said. She kissed her baby, and they passed through the kitchen wall and vanished into thin air. As soon as she was gone, I glared at Digger.

“Okay, now that you’re done hitting on a ghost, can we get back to work, please?” I asked.

“If you want to, that’s fair dinkum. I’m gonna go back to my chips,” Digger said. He tried to walk back to the table, but I grabbed him by the scarf before he could and forced him to clear out the rest of the valuables while I took a smoke break. He swore colorfully in Australian the entire time, but I ignored him. He was just packing the last of the chinaware away when another ghost, this one holding a gun, showed up. One look at him told me that we were in trouble, and so I ran out of the room, Digger hot on my heels.

Golden Glider: So, while Mick and Marky-Mark were in the living room, James and Hartley were running around like lunatics, and Lenny and Digger were running away from history as much as they were running away from ghosts, Roscoe and I had decided to investigate the backyard. It contained a rotting porch and a small cemetery, one which was surrounded by a wrought iron fence. It was quite dark, because there were no porch lights, but that just made it all the more romantic. As soon as we left the house, I snuggled up close against Roscoe and we both sat down on the one intact porch step. “Isn’t the darkness so romantic?” I asked him. He looked puzzled, and it was adorable. “I believe that the darkness is the absence of light, my darling,” he said. I tittered. “You’re so funny, Roscoe,” I cooed. He smiled. “I am glad I have pleased you, sweetums,” he said. A cloud moved and revealed the moon, big and red and lovely. I pointed at it in excitement. “Roscoe, look at the moon! Isn’t it beautiful? Doesn’t it remind you of us?” I asked. Roscoe looked concerned. “My darling, the moon is a celestial body that revolves around the Earth. I do not see how it can remind you of us. Did no one teach you about the nature of the moon? It is not a human being,” he said. I sighed; having forgotten how literal Roscoe can be. “Roscoe, dear, I was speaking figuratively. I said it was like us because it’s beautiful, just like we are,” I explained. Roscoe’s eyes lit up in understanding. “I see. Forgive my confusion, my darling,” he said. I kissed him on the cheek. “Of course, honey,” I replied. He kissed me on my cheek, and then I kissed him full on the lips. We were still embracing five minutes later, when a young girl in a white dress appeared. She was completely transparent, and stared at us in silence for a few seconds. “Are you lovers?” she asked quietly. “We are indeed, and my Lisa is a goddess among women,” Roscoe replied. Her face fell, and then twisted into fury. “How dare you flaunt your happiness in front of the grave of a poor rejected woman? Is it not enough that I was rejected by my Robert? Is it not enough that I killed myself of despair? Must I be mocked by your love as well? For your impudence, I will make you suffer as I have suffered!” she screamed. She moved over to Roscoe, kissed him on the lips (please don’t ask me HOW) and then disappeared. Roscoe shoved me off his lap violently and stood up. “Get off of me, you wretch!” he spat. The words felt like a blow. “R-R-Roscoe, what….what’s wrong?” Roscoe had never talked to me like that before, and in that moment I saw Lewis-my “father”-in his face. “You are what is wrong! I am a gentleman, and you-you are common trash. Why I was mad enough to kiss you I’ll never understand!” Roscoe said coldly. “What are you saying?” I asked. “I am saying that I have had enough of dating a welfare queen,” Roscoe replied. Normally, I would have struck back, but I was so bewildered by his behavior that I just stared at him. After a few seconds, he scowled. “What are you staying for, you pathetic wretch? Leave me!” he ordered, and I found my tongue. “No, Roscoe. I am staying right here with you. You may not think you love me anymore, but you will not drive me away. I won’t give you the pleasure of ordering me around like a dog,” I said. “Why not? You are a dog,” Roscoe spat. I moved to slap him, but before I could, we were interrupted by another ghost, this one wielding a old-timey gun, who charged at us. I kicked at the ghost on impulse, but, of course, it went straight through him. While I was distracted, Roscoe abandoned me, but after I regained my balance, I rushed after him and we went into the dining room. “Stop chasing me, you hussy!” he yelled. “I’m not chasing you, I’m running away from the ghost,” I said. As if on cue, the ghost lifted a table and threw it at Roscoe’s head. I pushed him out of the way and narrowly avoided being hit myself. “Why did you save me? It will not make me love a woman like you,” he demanded harshly. This time, I did slap him. “You’re welcome,” I spat. Roscoe frowned. “You dare lay a hand on a gentleman?” he demanded. Before he could continue, however, the ghost levitated all six chairs in the room, and so I grabbed him and pulled him into the hallway. A series of loud crashes followed almost immediately. “I notice that you don’t complain when I touch you in order to save your life,” I said pointedly. Roscoe sniffed haughtily and didn’t reply. Under normal circumstances, I would have led us to the door and left the house, but with Roscoe acting so strangely, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to leave only for Roscoe to keep treating me like dirt, so I decided to stay and take charge of the situation. “All right, so where do we go from here?” I asked. Roscoe scowled. “‘We’ are not going anywhere. Have I not made my disdain for you utterly clear? I am going to one of the bedrooms to go to sleep, and you-I care not where you go, so long as you stay away from me,” he said. I shook my head firmly. “No, we’re staying together. Even if you really do hate me, from a logical standpoint you’re obviously safer with me around,” I replied. Roscoe pondered this for a few seconds, then nodded. “Very well. We will stick together. However, let me make one thing clear: I do not love you. Our current predicament does not change that,” he said, and I felt my heart break. I slapped him again and said, “Fine! See if I care!” With that, I pulled Roscoe up the stairs to the second floor and into one of the bedrooms, which contained an canopy bed, a broken window, an old armorie, and a painting of a handsome young man. The plaque beneath it read "Robert Jackson, beloved son". It was a picture of the man who had spurned his lover. How appropriate. Roscoe laid down on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately (he is definitely not a night owl) and I started crying. How had this perfectly romantic night gone so badly awry?

Mirror Master II: After a quick trip through the Mirror Realm, Scudder and I arrived in the basement. It was awfy dark doon there, I’m nae gonna lie, but the way Scudder was reacting, you’d have thought it was a torture chamber. He was jumping at every little sound and keeping so close tae me that I was practically tripping over him. After aboot a minute of that, I got fed up with him and decided tae tell him tae grow a spine.

“Stop acting like a wean, will ye? It’s hard eno to move doon here without having tae avoid you,” I told him. He moved about an inch further away.

“If we run into a ghost, I’m feeding you to it,” he muttered. I laughed and started looking for trinkets, while he stayed right next tae the stairs. After a few minutes, I uncovered an emerald ring.

“This is worth something, int it no?” I asked happily. Scudder shrugged.

“Great, you’ve found your prize. Now let’s get out of here!” he said.

“Not yet! I need a bigger haul than this!” I replied. Scudder frowned.

“Look here, you second-rate Mirror Master. I am not about to have my brain turned into soup by a ghost just so that you can sell two rings instead of one. We’re going upstairs now,” he said.

“Who are ye calling a second-rate Mirror Master? I use the Mirror Realm better than ye ever could, ye minger!” I yelled.

“You don’t even know how it works. You just swiped my equipment, you Glaswegian thug!” Scudder replied. Then I punched him, and he punched me, and we got into a fist fight. He was trying tae get oot of my stranglehold when soomthing weird happened: a ghostie showed up. You ken those drawings of fat rich people? It looked like that. I was so surprised that I let Scudder go, and he screamed like a lassie and dove intae the Mirror Realm. Me? I just froze. I didnae have a clue how to fight a ghostie, so I did soomthing pure stupid: I waved at it! The ghostie levitated a lamp and threw it at me head, only narrowly missing me. I dove intae the mirror after Scudder. He was panicking.

“I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die; please don’t let me die please please please don’t let me die!”

“Calmy doony, Scudder. The ghostie canae come intae the Mirror Realm,” I said. Ten seconds later, the ghostie came intae the Mirror Realm.

“You just had to say it!” Scudder wailed.

“Dinae just stand there, run!” I yelled. Both of us took off running, and only stopped when the ghostie vanished. I grinned.

“We did it! We escaped the ghostie!” I yelled. Scudder smiled slightly, but then he looked around and his smile vanished.

“Oh, no. This is bad, this is bad, this is really bad,” he said.

“What do ye mean? We escaped from the ghostie!” I replied.

“Look around you! Do you recognize any of this?” I looked around, and realized that we were in big trouble: I didnae recognize anything around me, and I ken most of the Mirror Realm like the back of my hand.

“We’re lost,” I said.

“No duh, really? I had no idea,” Scudder replied sarcastically. I tried tae punch him for that, but he dodged me swing.

“I don’t see why you’re punching at me. I was against coming to the creepy ghost house from the start, and if we had stayed home and watched A Nightmare on Elm Street like I suggested, we wouldn’t be in this mess! But did you-or anyone-listen to me? Oh, no! “Ghosts don’t exist, Sam.” “Stop being such a wimp, Scudder.” “We’ll be fine.” “Stop being such an idiot, Scudder.” Well, WHO’S THE IDIOT NOW?” he yelled hysterically, and I wished that Captain Cold hadnae put me with him, because he looked downright loony.

“Ah am, all right? Now help me find a way oot of here!” Sam laughed weakly.

“Find a way out of the Mirror Realm? You might as well tell me to beat Superman in a fist fight. It’s impossible. There’s a reason that I never go out of sight of the mirror portals: the Mirror Realm is so vast that if you get lost, you’ll probably never find your way back to them-and they’re our only way out of the Mirror Realm. I can’t get us out without the portals, and, thanks to you, Len, and that ghost, I have no idea where they are. Heck, I don’t even know where WE are!” he exclaimed.

“The Land of Abstract Art, mebbe?” I suggested. We were surrounded by swirls of colors and strange shapes, ye ken? Scudder didnae seem to find that as funny as I’d thought it was.

“Really? We’re lost in a never-ending mirror maze, and you’re cracking jokes?” I shrugged.

“Aye. Beats whining aboot it, ye jerrie.” To tell the truth, I was just as freaked out as Scudder was, but I wasnae about to let him know it.

“You’re a lunatic,” he spat.

“Ah am’nae!” I yelled back. I punched him, he punched me, and we ended up in another fistfight that only ended when both of us collapsed from exhaustion. Apparently, all the running had taken a lot oot of us. Scudder basically ended up falling asleep on my lap, and I was too tired to move him. After aboot a minute of embarrassment, I fell asleep tae.

Heat Wave: Hi, there. I’m Mick Rory, but you can call me Heat Wave. Everyone does. So, uh, while everyone else was running away from angry ghosts, Weather Wizard and I were still searching for valuables, and not finding any. After about an hour of searching, I got bored, pulled out my flamethrower, and lit the sofa on fire. It was beautiful and pretty and warm, and I decided to touch it. Bad idea, because I was still wearing the tutu, and..well...tutus are really flammable. The fire didn’t exactly hurt me (the prison doc tells me my skin’s so badly burned by this point that it doesn’t feel pain anymore), but it did freak out Weather Wizard, who doused me (and the sofa) with what felt like a gallon of water.

“Hey! You put out my beautiful sofa fire!” I complained. The Wiz scowled.

“In case you didn’t notice, YOU were on fire, too!” he said angrily.

“And now I’m sopping wet AND don’t have my precious fire. I don’t see how that’s an improvement,” I replied. In response, the Wiz beaned me over the head with his wand. (He doesn’t have a good swing, so it didn’t really hurt.)

“Being wet doesn’t kill you, you big oaf! You know what does? BEING ON FIRE!” His face was red and his eyes were crackling with electricity, so I knew he was pretty upset. Because he can create tornadoes, I decided to apologize.

“You’re right, Mark, and I’m sorry. Thanks for saving me,” I said. His eyes stopped crackling.

“Just don’t do it again,” he said. I nodded and sat down on what was left of the sofa, and Wiz went over to the window and gazed out of it.

“A storm’s brewing,” he said. I don’t think he was trying to sound spooky, but with his tone of voice and his witch costume, he did. A few seconds later, lightning flashed and thunder boomed. Wiz opened the window and leaned out. The wind whipped his (impossibly spiky) hair, and he stared at something in silence. After a few seconds, it got creepy, and so I went over to him and dragged him away from the window. I closed it as soon as he wasn’t in the way.

“Come on, Mark, let’s go to another room. Captain Cold’ll be mad if we don’t find something valuable,” I said. When he didn’t move, I picked him up, threw him over my shoulder, and took him up the stairs and into a bedroom which looked like it might have belonged to a little kid at some point, since there were a bunch of old toys in it. One of the windows was broken, and everything, including the toys, a rocking chair, and a crib, was covered in dust and cobwebs. It was very spooky, although it was in better shape overall than the living room had been. I started looking for something valuable, and the Wiz made a beeline for the window.

“Hey, knock that off! Just ‘cause you’re the Weather Wizard doesn’t mean that you get to look at the weather and not help me!” I said. Wiz turned around and locked eyes with me.

“The storm...it’s an ill wind that blows no good,” he muttered. It was almost like he was in a trance or something. And then it happened: a ghost appeared. Now, it wasn’t super gory-really, it just looked like a transparent teenager-but let me tell you: it was scarier than anything I’ve ever seen in a horror movie. At almost the same time, it started to rain heavily. The Wiz passed out again, and the ghost advanced on me. I decided that discretion was the better part of valor (what? I saw Shakespeare on TV one time), threw the Wiz over my shoulder, and ran downstairs and out of the house with him. (Question: Why is it that he was WAY heavier when he was unconscious than when he was conscious?) I wanted to make Captain Cold happy, but I wasn’t gonna fight a ghost just for some loot. As soon as we got out the door, the ghost stopped following us, so I dumped the Wiz on the ground and began what proved to be a LONG wait for the Mirror Masters to come pick us up. Wiz woke up about five minutes after we got out of the house and cleared up the rain (thank goodness), then took a look at me and smiled.

“You should see yourself. Your tutu’s unrecognizable and I can see your underwear,” he said. I felt my cheeks heat up. Man, that was embarrassing.

“Yeah, well, you fainted twice, so I think we’re even,” I replied. The Wiz flushed, and looked at the ground. A few seconds later, he yawned, then produced a wind that dried up the ground.

“I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me up when Scudder shows up,” he said. With that, he curled up on the ground and dozed off. After a couple seconds, I sat down next to him, and, after a few minutes of trying and failing to come up with an excuse for not finding any loot, I dozed off too. (One of the benefits of being….less than legally employed is that you learn to fall asleep anywhere.) I woke up about twenty minutes later when the Wiz poked me in the side with his wand.

“Huh?” I asked drowsily.

“Where are the Mirror Masters at? Surely they’ve gotta be finished by now,” he whined. I shrugged.

“Maybe they’re still looking for stuff. Or maybe they hit the jackpot and are still gathering up all the stuff they found,” I suggested.

“Well, they better hurry up. I’m bored and tired and I want to get back to my nice soft bed,” the Wiz replied.

“I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” I said. Then I fell back to sleep and was dead to the world for another forty minutes.

Pied Piper: After being trapped in the dumbwaiter for about ten minutes, I turned off my hearing aids. Not being able to hear is never a pleasant experience, but it was highly preferable to listening to a bored Trickster sing “This Is the Song That Never Ends” again and again and again. This solution worked reasonably well until I realized that I very much needed to use the powder room and needed advice as to how to do so without attracting the nightmare creature that wanted to devour my internal organs. Therefore, I had to turn my hearing aids back on, because none of the other Rogues have ever bothered to learn sign language and I had no desire to play charades. As soon as my hearing turned back on, I was greeted with what must have been the fortieth rendition of “This is the Song That Never Ends”.

“James. James. JAMES! I, um, need to use the powder room. Do you have any idea as to how I can do that without meeting the ghost?”

“Depends. What’s a powder room?” He batted his eyes and smiled in the most irritating manner imaginable.

“You know full well what a powder room is!” I exclaimed. James’ smile grew wider as he shook his head.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need, Piper,” he said. I sighed and gave in.

“It’s a restroom,” I said, blushing terribly. James laughed and did a particularly impressive trick with his yo-yo.

“Oh, so you need to pee! Why didn’t you say so?” he asked.

“Because my parents did not allow me to discuss bodily functions in public. Ever,” I replied.

“Did your parents allow you to breathe without their say-so?” I frowned. My parents had indeed controlled my days down to the second before they disowned me, but I didn’t want to admit it, so I said,

“Never mind that. Just tell me how to use the powder room without getting killed!”

“Oh, that’s easy. I’ll close my eyes, and you can do your business in here,” James replied. As I did not have access to a mirror, I cannot be sure about this, but I believe that I blushed even harder.

“No!”

“Why not? You can even blindfold me if you want. Believe me, I do NOT want to watch that,” James replied. I scowled.

“Because that is disgusting, James.”

“I don’t see why. It’s what we did in the circus,” he said, sounding genuinely confused.

“This is not the circus!”

“Well, it isn’t exactly Rathaway manor, either. I’m not saying that it isn’t gross, but this place is in bad condition already. You can’t make it much worse,” James replied.

“I think I would rather face the ghost,” I said. James laughed.

“I can’t believe that you’re more scared of breaking your parents’ rules of being “proper” and pretending that you don’t have bodily functions than you are of a literal ghost,” he said.

“This has nothing to do with my parents!”

“Somebody’s in de-ni-al!” James singsonged.

“I’m not in denial. Just because I do not want to be Digger does not mean that this has anything to do with my parents,” I insisted.

“Yep, definitely in denial,” James said. I ignored him and pulled out the mirror that I had brought with me in order to contact the Mirror Masters.

“Sam! McCulloch! If you can hear me, I need you to get me-and James-out of this house!” Nothing happened, and I sighed wearily. There went that idea. About three minutes later, I decided that I couldn’t wait any longer. I opened the doors nervously and, not seeing anything, bolted down the hall to the powder room, used it, and was on my way back when the ghost reappeared. I screamed like a little girl (which is quite humiliating in hindsight) and just froze up in terror. If I had been alone, I don’t want to know what would have happened next, but, luckily for me, James showed up at exactly this point and yelled,

“Hey, Casper! Over here, you preposterous poltergeist!” The ghost howled and started chasing him, and he whooped with glee and ran down the hall in the direction of the staircase. Thirty seconds later, I heard a loud cry of pain from James. I bolted to the top of the stairs and saw that one of the steps had given way under James, and that he had clearly broken his ankle. Worse, the ghost was floating over top of him, and, for the first time, he looked scared. I stared at the scene for a few seconds, unsure of what to do, and then pulled out my flute and started playing it in the desperate hope that its hypnotic powers would work on a ghost. I tried to ignore the fact that my knees were shaking under me as I played, and, after a few seconds, the ghost stopped howling and floated away from James. I carefully went down the stairs to my partner, still playing, then knelt down beside him and put the flute away.

“Do NOT do that again! You scared the daylights out of me!” I snapped. James smiled.

“Aww, you do care,” he said. All his fear seemed to be forgotten and I shook my head in amazement. He had almost been killed (possessed?) by a ghost, and he was already making jokes.

“I did owe you. After all, if you had not attracted the ghost’s attention, I might have been killed. How’s your ankle?” I asked.

“It hurts like the dickens,” he replied.

“Can you walk?” James stood up shakily, winced, and quickly sat back down, then smiled and said,

“I can walk on my hands!” He proceeded to demonstrate. In spite of myself, I laughed a little.

“Can you keep that up long enough to get to the front door?” I asked him after I stopped laughing.

“Probably. Why?”

“Because we are leaving. I don’t know how long my hypnosis will last, but it will wear off eventually, and I do not want to be here when it does,” I explained.

“Aww, but I wanted to see some more ghosts!”

“Can you run on your hands?” I asked. James grinned slightly.

“Maybe?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Let’s go. We can watch The Shining when we get home if you want,” I said. (It’s James’ favorite horror movie, and very useful as a bribe.) James’ grin widened.

“You know me well, Piper. Let’s go home,” he said. With that, we left the house-only to find Mick and Mark asleep on the lawn; Mick in little more than his underwear.

“There’s something you don’t see every day,” James said.

“What, Mick and Mark sleeping on the lawn or Mick in his underwear?” I asked.

“Both, but mainly Mick in his underwear. That’s an image I’ll never get out of my mind,” he replied.

“Me, neither,” I agreed. After a few seconds, James sat down on the ground and pulled out a pack of bubble gum.

“I swallowed my gum when that step broke under me. Want some gum?” he asked.

“I suppose,” I replied. James handed me a stick of gum and then took out one for himself as well. I sat down next to him, unwrapped the stick of gum, and started chewing it. James blew a huge bubble.

“How do you do that?” I asked.

“Blow bubbles? Haven’t you ever had bubble gum before?” he asked. I shook my head.

“My parents said that gum was for plebeians,” I replied.

“Well, if they really did cut you off, you are one now, so that shouldn’t be a concern anymore,” he said. I smiled.

“You have a point. So, carnie, how about teaching this ex-patrician how to properly blow bubbles with bubble gum?” I asked.

“You’re on!” James exclaimed.

Captain Boomerang: I hate all the bloody ghosts in that bloody ghost house! (I also hate Cold for making me go into the ghost house, but that’s beside the point.) After Cold and I ran out of the kitchen, the ghost chased us through several rooms and to the basement stairs. We exchanged a brief look and ran down the stairs into the basement.

“If that bloody ghost follows us, I’m gonna be as mad as a cut snake,” I said. I was tired of all the running, tired of risking my life, and even more tired of not getting to eat my chips.

“I think he’s stopped chasing us,” Cold said as he looked around. Then he gasped.

“What is it?” I demanded. Cripes, I need a coolie , I thought.

“The Mirror Masters...at least one of them left their Mirror Gun here. It’s their only way back into our dimension. They’d never leave it here.”

“Well, if they’ve carked it, there’s nothin’ we can do. Let’s take our loot and leave this spooky place before another ghost shows up!” I said. I thought that I’d made a good point, but Cold disagreed and punched me in the face.

“We don’t have any proof that they’re dead, so we’re goin’ in after them. They’re too valuable to lose, and besides, the Rogues don’t abandon their own,” he said. Cold activated the portal to the Mirror Realm and dragged me inside by the scarf. As soon as I got inside, I had a sickie and vomited all over the floor.

“Scudder? McCulloch? It’s Cold. Where are you?” Cold yelled. No answer. I stopped vomiting and looked around, then noticed something shiny. I went over to it and discovered that it was an emerald ring.

“Cold, have a Captain Cook at this! We’re rich!” I exclaimed. Cold looked at it...and went pale.

“Oh, no….one of the Mirror Masters must have been spooked by something and dropped it-and if they ran that way and were so panicked that they didn’t notice that they dropped a valuable thing like that, then they’re lost in the Mirror Realm,” he said.

“Okay. They’ve carked it. Oh, well. Let’s go home,” I replied. Cold shook his head.

“No. We’re gonna find them,” he said.

“Cold, you just said that they were lost in the Mirror Realm. If THEY got lost, we’ll get lost, too,” I protested. Cold didn’t listen.

“We ain’t gonna get lost, because we’re going to make a trail to follow,” he said. He drew one the spoons out of the bag and placed it on the ground next to his feet. Then he moved about ten feet forward and did the same thing, and did it again about seven feet after that. He’s got kangaroos loose in his top paddock for sure, I thought.

“What are you doin’, Cold?” I demanded.

“I’m making a trail,” he said.

“Outta spoons ?” I asked.

“Didn’t you ever hear the story of Hansel and Gretel?”

“I don’t read fairy tales. They’re for wusses,” I said. Cold scowled.

“Look, I have a little sister, okay? Anyway, Hansel and Gretel didn’t want to get lost in the woods, so they used bread crumbs to mark where they’d been. That way, when they turned around, they’d know which way would take them back to their starting point. This is the same idea, only our markers can’t be eaten by anything,” he said. With that, he started dragging me by my scarf towards the direction he thought the Mirror Masters had taken.

“You know, I can walk on my own,” I said.

“ Maybe so, but if I let you go, you’ll probably be walking towards the exit, so I’m keeping ahold of you to be on the safe side,” Cold replied. I stuck my tongue out at him, but he ignored it. After about twenty minutes of walking, we entered the weirdest place I’d ever seen. There were all these bloody weird shapes and colors, and I couldn't tell which way was up. It freaked me out, but for some reason, it didn’t seem to bother Cold at all.

“Cold, this is really freaky. Can we go back now? We’ll never find the Mirror Masters in this crazy place,” I said.

“Shut up, Digger. We are going to find them, and we are not going to stop walking until we either do or run out of silverware,” Cold replied.

“Ace!” I muttered sarcastically.

“What was that?”

“Nothin’,” I lied.

“That’s what I thought.” He dragged me along for about ten more minutes before I opened my big mouth again. (I think that must be some kind of record.)

“Can we stop now ?” My legs were killing me (not to mention my neck)!

“No. Stop acting like a six-year-old,” Cold replied. I really need a coolie, i thought.

“I wouldn’t be actin’ like an anklebiter if you weren’t actin’ like a dictator,” I snapped. Cold punched me in the side and continued to drag me along like a bloody kelpie. After about four more minutes, i decided that I’d had enough of being dragged around and stabbed Cold in the arm with one of my razor-sharp boomerangs. He swore in pain and let me go, and I grabbed the mirror gun and ran towards the exit. Sadly for me, Cold managed to bean me over the head with a plate and knocked me out. When I came to, I awoke to see a pair of unconscious Mirror Masters. Normally, I would’ve been crosser than a frog in a sock that Cold had knocked me out, but at the moment I was too glad that Cold wouldn’t be dragging me through the Mirror Realm anymore to really care.

“You little Ripper! You found them!” I exclaimed happily.

“No thanks to you,” Cold muttered. He shook McCulloch awake.

“Cold? How did ye get in here?” he asked.

“Either you or Sam dropped your Mirror Gun outside of the mirror in the basement, and I used it to get in here,” Cold explained.

“But how did ye find us?”

“Stubbornness, mainly,” Cold replied. I laughed.

“That’d be right!” I exclaimed. Cold looked at McCulloch oddly.

“Why is Sam sleeping in your lap?” Cold asked.

“ WHAT? ” McCulloch yelled. He quickly moved Sam off his lap and stood up. This woke Sam up, for obvious reasons. Once he realized what had happened, he noticed Cold, gave him a huge hug, and then punched him in the face.

“I’m...getting some mixed messages here,” Cold said.

“I’m happy you found us, because I thought we were going to die here, but I’m about equally angry at you, because you wouldn’t have had to rescue us if you hadn’t decided to take us to the creepy ghost house in the first place,” Sam explained. I laughed. It’s always good to see Cold get taken down a peg, the arrogant knocker.

“I do nae see why you being here is a good thing. We do nae ken how to get back to the Mirror Portals from here, we’ll all die here,” McCulloch said.

“Actually, we won’t. I marked the path we took from the portals with our loot, so we’ll able to get back fine,” Cold replied. McCulloch grinned, and my stomach growled.

“Can we go home now? I’m hungry,” I asked.

“Ye and me both, Digger,” McCulloch said. Cold nodded.

“Let’s get back to our reality,” he said. With that, we started the long walkabout back to the Mirror Portals.

Top: My nap lasted precisely twenty-five minutes and fifteen seconds. Then I awoke to see Lisa crying quietly. Normally, I would have felt horrible upon seeing such a sight, but at the time, I simply felt disgusted.

"Stop sniveling, you piece of gutter trash. I will not be moved by your feminine wiles,” I spat. (I have since apologized profusely for this comment, and for all others made under the influence of the ghost, but my darling Lisa is still distrustful of me, and her brother would have beat me to within an inch of my life for them had she not stopped him.)

“All right. I WILL stop crying. I should have known better than to show weakness in front of a man who’s just like my father,” she replied angrily. If I had been myself, I would have been horrified by this accusation, but as I was, I merely sniffed dismissively.

“I am nothing like your father. He was an alcoholic boor who lived off of welfare for most of his life, and I am a gentleman,” I said haughtily.

“And yet you’re calling me names just like he did,” Lisa replied. (In hindsight, her self-confidence was quite admirable, but at the time, I found it irritating.)

“Shut your mouth!” I snapped, unable to refute her argument.

“And let you walk all over me? I don’t think so,” Lisa said. Furious, I raised my hand to slap her, but thankfully, the Civil War-era ghost interrupted us before I could. Lisa grabbed me and pulled me out of the room before the ghost began to levitate anything, thereby saving my life for the third time that night.

“I told you not to touch me!” I said icily. In response, Lisa kissed me on the cheek and I pulled away sharply in utter disgust. (I believe that she was trying to make me uncomfortable in an attempt to snap me back to my senses.)

“I just saved your life again , and you want to complain about me touching you? AGAIN?” she yelled.

“I was aware that we were in danger. There was no need for you to touch me,” I replied coldly. The ghost drifted out of the bedroom we had been in, and the two of us ran to the stairs-only to find that one of the steps had collapsed. Lisa sighed and slid down the banister to the bottom of the stairs, and I reluctantly followed her when the ghost appeared behind me and it became apparent that there was no other means of escape. (We were able to keep our balance because my darling Lisa was a figure skater and I am very resistant to vertigo.) We ran back through the dining room and back into the backyard, and were greeted by a most unusual sight. The ghost who had kissed me was holding hands with another ghost, this one with a noose around his neck.

“Oh, darling, you’re back!” she cooed. The other ghost kissed her.

“Yes, and I’ll never leave you again. I’m so sorry that I abandoned you all those years ago. My father was wrong: you were more important than our money ever could have been,” he said.

‘I forgive you, Robert,” she replied. Lisa started to cry again.

“Oh, shut up, you sniveling hussy! You are too far beneath me to deserve my sympathy,” I said harshly. Lisa frowned and dried her tears rather angrily, then elbowed me in the side.

“Where have you been, Robert?” the female ghost asked.

“I don’t know. All I remember before seeing you tonight was a lot of anger at something,” the other ghost replied. The female ghost embraced him.

“Oh, well, you’re here now. That’s all that matters,” she said. They kissed again, and then the female ghost noticed us and frowned.

“Are you the lovers?” she asked.

“Formerly. I thank you profusely for showing me my folly,” I said. Lisa nodded sadly.

“Why do you want to know? You can’t possibly make me any more miserable,” she said. The ghost smiled.

“Because I am going to show you both mercy. Since my happiness has been restored, I will restore your happiness,” she said. She kissed me once again, and all my love for Lisa came flowing back-as did a crushing sense of guilt.

“My darling, I am so sorry for what I said. I don’t know what came over me, but I swear to you that I do not care how rich you are. You are a goddess, and I adore you. Please, please forgive me,” I pleaded. I felt like an utter cad. Lisa frowned.

“R-Roscoe?” she asked nervously.

“Yes, sweetums,” I said. I tried to kiss her, but she pulled away.

“Don’t , Roscoe. After what you said to me tonight, I just don’t trust you. How can I be sure that you aren’t saying you don’t care that I’m “gutter trash” only because of your hormones? What if two or three years down the line, you don’t find me attractive anymore? Will you still love me, or will I suddenly become a “welfare queen” again? I still love you, but I can’t trust you anymore,” she asked

“You...you are breaking up with me?” I was heartbroken and rather tempted to attack the ghost (if that was even possible), but I could not really blame her.

“I’m not sure. Let’s call it a vacation,” she replied quietly. There was an awkward pause, and then I said,

“In that case, since our date is off, perhaps we should go to the front lawn and wait for the Mirror Masters to take us back to our hideout.” Lisa nodded, and we left the backyard, walked quickly through the house, and made it to the front lawn of the house without issue. Upon arriving, we saw Mark curled up on the lawn, fast asleep, Mick napping in little more than his underwear ( a sight that will haunt me until my dying day), and James and Piper blowing bubble gum. James waved at us.

“Hi there, lovebirds! How was your date?’ If there is one thing that James is the master of, it is saying things at the most inopportune times.

“Badly,” Lisa replied. With that, she left my side and sat down next to Mick. James looked at me quizzically.

“It is a very long story that is frankly none of your business,” I told him. I walked a few feet away from him, sat down, and buried my head in my hands, ashamed of what I had done to the one person in my life I ever cared for. Apparently, I dozed off at some point, because the next thing I remember was the two Mirror Masters arriving alongside Digger and Leonard.

“Look alive, everyone! We’re moving out!” he barked. Five minutes later, we were all back in our hideout (thanks to the Mirror Masters). Lisa immediately ran over to her brother and started sobbing. My stomach twisted with guilt and I looked away.

“Shhh..shh...shhh..Sis, what happened?” In response, Lisa told him the whole story through hiccups and sobs. When she was finished, Leonard marched over to me.

“ Is this true, Dillon?” he demanded.

“Sadly, yes,” I replied awkwardly. In response, Cold punched me so hard he knocked me to the ground.

“Then you’re gonna wish you’d never been born. NO ONE hurts my baby sister,” he snarled. He moved to hit me again, but before he could, Lisa ran over to him and grabbed his arm.

“Lenny, don’ t! He was under the influence of a ghost! It wasn’t all his fault,” she said. Cold scowled, but he walked away anyway as Lisa helped me back to my feet.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Better than I should be after treating you so terribly,” I replied.

“It’s good to to have you back, Roscoe,” she said.

“Does this mean that we’re back on?” I asked eagerly.

“No, Roscoe, I’m afraid not. It’ll probably be awhile before I feel comfortable around you again,” she said. She left me and went upstairs, and I was left to mentally berate myself for my idiocy.

Mirror Master I: And...that was basically it. We managed to get home alive from the creepy ghost house, everyone changed out of their costumes, and most of us, exhausted, went to bed (except James and Piper, who decided to watch The Shining for some reason.) The next morning, Trickster went to the hospital to get his broken ankle treated, and the rest of us decided to never, ever go to any house that was supposed to be haunted again. A week later, the Flash caught Len trying to fence his loot, so he’s in prison again. Lisa still hasn’t forgiven Roscoe, and James’s ankle is still very broken, but otherwise, things are pretty much back to normal for us Rogues. So, with that in mind-we would like to wish you all a Happy Halloween!- What James said.

FIN

#flash rogues #ghosts #dc comics #lisa snart/roscoe dillon #len snart #sam scudder #evan mcculloch #james jesse #hartley rathaway #george digger harknesss #mick rory #mark mardon #fanfic #@gorogues

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1dliveshere · 4 years ago

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The Last Summer Ch.2

The morning they were leaving had finally arrived. Alyssa was upstairs finishing packing her bags.

“Mom! Have you send my phone charger? I can’t find it anywhere!!”

“I don’t know why you are wasting you time packing. Your dad and I already said you can’t go.”

“That’s completely unfair and ridiculous. It’s not like I’ll be gone the whole summer.”

“This trip is nothing but a distraction from preparing for college. You aren’t going. End of discussion.”

Alyssa headed up stairs as she rolled her eyes.

‘How can my parents be so unfair’ Alyssa thought to herself as she started unpacking.

*ding*

Alyssa was sitting on her bed listening to sad music when Kayla busted through the door.

“What the freak?! What do you mean your parents are being unfair?? Why are your suitcases empty??”

“My parents won’t let me go. They say this trip is a distraction from college.”

“Well that’s crap. It’s not like we won’t be back before school starts.”

“That’s what I told them but they wouldn’t listen.”

After sitting in silence for a few seconds, Kayla jumps off the bed and grabs Alyssa’s suitcase.

“What the heckling are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Kayla threw a bunch of clothes in the suitcase.

“I already told you they won’t let me go.”

“I already told you we’d go no matter what our parents say” Kayla smirked. “This is our last summer together until we will literally be across the country from each other. We’ve spent every second of every summer together for the last 7 years are you really going to let your parents ruin this?”

“Freaking screw it. I’m going end of story” Alyssa quickly packed everything she would need and headed down the stairs.

As the girls headed out the front door Alyssa’s parents quickly followed.

“Where do you think your going?? We already told you you weren’t going. Get your butt back inside.”

“Sorry I can’t do that”

As the 4 of them looked up here came Harry’s RV down the driveway.

The girls started walking to their friends as Harry and Niall got out of the front of the RV.

“KAYLA” “ALYSSA” “DON’T WALK AWAY FROM US”

“What’s up with your parents babe?” Niall looked at Alyssa.

“They don’t think this is a good idea.” Alyssa handed Niall her stuff.

Right as the we’re getting ready to step onto the RV Alyssa’s parents called out.

“Alyssa Forrest, if you step foot on the RV you aren’t welcome home.”

Everyone’s mouths in the vehicle fell open.

“Hey babe you should probably go back”

“ You know what if they’re going to treat me like that screw them. I’m going. I don’t freaking care anymore.”

Alyssa turned to look back at her parents and jumped in the RV.

Everyone in the RV cheered as Harry started on the road.

After it got silent, everyone started to hear sniffling.

“Woah woah woah who’s crying? We should make it a rule that there’s no crying on our trip.” Louis looked at everyone.

“Alyssa, I’m sorry. That was really crappy of us to put that much pressure on you. Harry, turn around we need to take her home.”

“No, Kayla it’s fine. It’s not you guys. I really want to go.”

“As long as your comfortable with it, babe” Niall turned around in his seat.

“Okay let’s get this road trip started. Which direction are we going? I kinda need to know which way to turn.” Harry laughed

“Hit the freaking freeway bro.” Liam yelled across the entire RV.

“Turn the tunes on. A road trip isn’t good until there’s music.”

“Oohhh I got it!!!! I have a road trip playlist.” Louis handed his phone to Niall.

“Of course you do.” Zayn rolled his eyes.

Alyssa sat next to the window processing what had just happened.

“Hey, you okay boo? You’ve been quite since we left.” Kayla sat next to Alyssa.

“Yeah I’m fine. It just kinda hit me what just happened.”

“Well even if your parents get rid of you, you always have me. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” Kayla hugged Alyssa.

“Awwwww” The entire bus erupted.

“Shut the freak up” Alyssa laughed.

“Seriously though. No one is being left behind ever. We will always be best friends and that’s all that matters.” Liam smiled.

“Great speech Li. Really inspirational.” Louis clapped.

“Thanks for ruining the moment...”

*3 hours later*

“Hey guys is anyone else getting hungry. I’m starving” Harry said from the drivers seat.

“I could eat.”

“Niall you can always eat.” Laughs Alyssa.

“Hey don’t judge me.”

“Okay I’m going to stop at McDonald’s since it’s at the nest exit.” Harry switched lanes.

While Harry ordered all the food Zayn and Louis popped up the table while everyone else found a seat. After they got the food everyone dug in.

“Mmmmm this is so good”

“I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

“Harry how far are we from Utah?” Louis asked with his mouth full of food.

“I don’t know maybe 2 hours” Harry said will turning the turning signal on. As Harry took the turn he turned the wheel too much which caused Louis drink to go flying everywhere. All the pop landed on Kayla and Alyssa who happened to be sitting in the booth across from him.

Kayla let out a super high pitched, “AHHHHHHH!!!! Louis look what you did. You ruined my pants. I have no sweatpants now”

“Look what I did?! It was freaking Harold who turned like a psycho!”

“Guys I’m sorry it’s so difficult to turn while holding a hamburger!!”

“Harry we have to find a laundromat. I can’t survive without sweatpants.”

“I brought a ton of sweatpants. You can just where those, love.”

“See problem solved” Louis shrugged is shoulders.

“You’re lucky Tomlinson.” Kayla eyed Louis.

After everyone finished eating it was a pretty chill afternoon. Harry and Kayla took the front seats and chatted quitely amongst themselves. Liam, Maya, Zayn, and Gigi played uno for literally hours. Niall and Louis were playing FIFA and being extremely loud. Alyssa and Eleanor were scrolling on their phones and occasionally showing each other something.

2 pm came around and they hadn’t stopped since McDonald’s. Kayla had to pee since 1, but didn’t want to make a pit stop. She has always hated to be a burden. She couldn’t hold it any longer though.

“Harry I have to pee like really really bad”

“Why didn’t you pee at McDonald’s?”

“I didn’t have to then.”

“Okay well it might be a little bit before I can stop. We are literally in the middle of nowhere.”

“Harry I don’t think you understand, I have to pee like now. It’s not my fault the stupid toilet doesn’t work in the RV. So find me a bathroom ASAP.”

“Harry it has been 10 minutes and we still haven’t stopped. I’m going to actually pee my pants.” Kayla said panicked.

“The exit is right here. You can pee in like 5 minutes.” Harry took the exit to Salt Lake City, Utah.

By this time everyone knew Kayla had to pee. I mean she had only said it twelve times.

Harry pulled in a Kwik stop while Kayla unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Kayla chill we haven’t even rolled to a stop yet.”

“Harry I can’t good it any longer. I NEED TO GO PEEEEE!!!”

“Kayla you can’t just jump out of the moving RV”

Everyone when from laughing at their bickering to dead serious as Kayla flung the door open and jumped out.

“KAYLA WHAT THE FREAK” Harry slammed into the brakes makes Gigi fly off of Zayn’s lap onto the ground.

“Alyssa run after her!! I don’t want her to go by herself and die!” Harry stately sounding freaked out.

“I got her! Kayla wait I’m coming with!!!”

“I HAVE TO PEE!” Kayla yelled across the parking lot gaining weird looks from everyone there.

Once Kayla got to the bathroom she sat down on the toilet only to find she started her period.

“Oh crap!!”

“What’s wrong?” Alyssa asked from the stall next to her.

“I started my period and I didn’t bring anything. I wasn’t supposed to start right now.”

“Oh. I would totally share some with you, but I didn’t bring any tampons. I’m sorry.” Alyssa yelled over the toilet flushing.

“It’s okay. I’ll just buy s—crap I didn’t bring my wallet with me. I new I forgot something.”

“Oh that ain’t good.” Alyssa said looking at Kayla through the mirror.

“It’s okay. I’ll just wrap toilet paper up and home it works.” Kayla looked concerned “I’m sure it will be okay.”

As the girls walked back to the RV Kayla hopped in the front seat looking at Harry. He looked ticked.

“Sorry I just couldn’t hold it.” Kayla smiled sheepishly.

Harry didn’t even respond. He just started the engine and drove off.

Everyone went back to what they were doing. Except for Harry and Kayla. He wouldn’t even speak a word to her. She knew he was mad.

“Hey Liam you haven’t had a turn to ride shotgun. You can come sit up here with Harry.”

Liam hopped up from his spot on the couch and ran up to take it.

Awhile passed and it was super awkward in the bus. Usually Harry and Kayla were talking and being all lovey dovey, but not now.

Kayla walked up to the front of the RV, “ Harry how much longer until we get to Wyoming?”

Harry didn’t answer.

“Harry, what time are we going to be in Wyoming?” Kayla asked again.

Still no answer.

Liam looked uncomfortably between Harry and Kayla, “probably an hour or so.”

“Thanks Li.” Kayla softly smiled.

As she walked back to her seat she couldn’t help but cry. Here she was, started her period with no pads and now her boyfriend wouldn’t talk to her. This trip was going so well.

As Harry drove down the highway all he could think about was the fact that the love of his life jumped out of a moving vehicle. She could have been hurt or worse. Liam was going on about some song he had recently found, but Harry couldn’t focus on anything but Kayla. He happened to look in the rierveiw mirror and saw Kayla. It broke his heart.

There she was sitting on the couch by herself, staring out the window with tears falling down her cheeks. How could he have been so mean to her? He slammed on the breaks almost sending Liam into the dash.

“Whoa what the heck Harry? What’d you do that for?” Niall said as he picked is phone up off the ground from where it flew off the table.

Harry said nothing. Just through it into park and jumped out of the drivers seat.

“He does realize he’s in the middle of the road right?!”

“We’re going to die!!”

Harry ran around the front of the RV and jumped in the back. Everyone was so confused what was happening.

“Babe I’m so sorry I was a jerk. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. It just scared me when you did that. I can’t lose you.” Harry said staring into Kayla’s year filled eyes.

Kayla didn’t say a word, just grabbed onto Harry for dear life and hugged him. Harry through the keys at Liam and told him to drive. Liam panicked a little as he had never driven anything so big before.

“Louis go sit up there with Liam and keep him company” Niall looked at Louis.

Louis ran up to the front like a giddy kid in a candy shop.

“I’m sorry I’m crying. It’s not just y-you.” Kayla sniffled. “ I started my period and didn’t bring anything and now I’m going to ruin all my pants.”

“Babe why didn’t you say anything. I have tampons in the bathroom for when you stay over.”

“I didn’t say anything because you wouldn’t talk to me.”

Harry rubbed his neck, “ I’m sorry. Do you want to go clean up and then take a nap.”

“That sounds lovely.” Kayla wiped under her eyes.

“Hey guys were going to go take a nap. Kaylas tired”

“Okay! I’ll keep driving straight” Liam stated from the drivers seat.

“You know a nap really sounds good right now. I think that’s what I’m going to do to.”

Everyone agreed with Zayn. So they all ended up taking naps.

While everyone was sound asleep Liam and Louis were actually getting along for once.

“Liam, I know I annoy you a lot and don’t say it much, but I really do love ya man.” Louis looked at Liam.

“Thanks mate I love you too” Liams eyes crinkled as he smiled.

Louis and Liam had always argued. Liam was so mature and Louis was... well like a big kid, so they always butted heads.

As they continue to drive it started raining. And by raining I mean pouring. Liam could barely see 2 feet in front of the RV. You could say he was panicking a little.

Harry awoke to the sound of rain hitting the window in his room. He quickly jumped up. You see Harry never liked people driving his RV; especially when it rained. As he passed through the kitchen he noticed it was already 5 pm. Had they really slept that long?

“Liam pull over and let me drive. It makes me nervous letting someone else drive my baby.”

“Gladly” Liam pulled over to the side of the road and let Harry jump in the front seat.

All the commotion woke everyone else up. As they continued going down the road, Harry murged onto the interstate.

“ I hate driving on the interstate”

“You could always let me drive.”

“Louis I would rather let a baby drive my RV.”

At this point everyone was back in the living area.

“Well I have to shower and I want to first. So I’m gonna go do that.” Alyssa walked towards the bathroom after grabbing her things.

All the girls ran to get their stuff so they wouldn’t be last. With that many people to shower it wasn’t until 9 that they were all showered and ready for bed. Niall and Harry were not riding in the front while Gigi and Maya were fighting over what movie to watch. They finally agreed on some random romance movie.

“We will have to figure out the sleeping arrangements. I’m obviously taking the master since it’s my RV. That leaves 2 bunks, the couch, and the floor.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor just saying” Louis said sounding like a royal pain.

“Maya and I can take the floor as long as we switch out everyday” Liam stated.

“Zayn and I can take the couch. It’s really no biggie.” Gigi offered.

“Okay that means Alyssa, Niall, Louis, and Eleanor get the beds”

As the night winded down everyone had gone to their sleeping areas except for Niall and Harry; they were still seated in the front of the RV.

“I think I’m just going to drive through the night. That way we can hit more places.”

“I’ll stay up with ya mate.”

As the night rolled on everyone was excited to see what tomorrow holds. Today may have been boring but tomorrow they were going to be stopping at quite a few places.

There is it! Ch 2 of “The Last Summer” we hope you guys liked it!! Chapter 3 will be up next Sunday night :)

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shookethbrooketh · 6 years ago

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stars

chapter 6

the next morning, dan awoke to hayden jumping up and down on the foot of his bed. “it’s snowing, danny! it’s snowing!” dan leaned forward and looked out the window, and it was indeed snowing. in fact, there was already enough snow on the ground that dan could only see the tall grass in the field.

summary: dan grew up in a normal 1930s london family with his parents and little brother. everything was completely and utterly normal… until the bombs started dropping. When dan was fifteen his father went off to war, and when he was sixteen he and his brother hayden were sent off to a foster family in rural england. he looked up at the stars and couldn’t help but wonder how something that beautiful could exist in such a broken world. just when he thought things would never get better, dan met phil, and he became the shining star of his life. but when phil turned eighteen and went off to war, dan couldn’t help but wonder when, if ever, the stars would twinkle the same way again.

rating: t

genre: angst, fluff, history au, strangers to lovers, teenagers

whole fic warnings: warfare (not descriptive), fire, homophobia, death chapter warnings: n/a

chapter word count: 800 total word count: 8.8k

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The next morning, Dan awoke to Hayden jumping up and down on the foot of his bed. “It’s snowing, Danny! It’s snowing!” Dan leaned forward and looked out the window, and it was indeed snowing. In fact, there was already enough snow on the ground that Dan could only see the tall grass in the field.

Hayden ran out of Dan’s room, and he could hear the boy pouncing down the stairs. Dan rolled his eyes, grinning as he slid out of bed and followed his brother downstairs. “It’s snowing!” Hayden said to Margo in the kitchen, beaming from ear to ear.

“It is! It’s a mighty nice snow too.”

“Can we go play in the snow?”

She bit her lip for a moment, glancing at Harold, who was at the table eating breakfast. “Do we have anything in his size?” she asked.

He glanced up at her. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“So we can go outside?” Hayden asked?

“After breakfast,” Dan chimed in from the doorway. “You need to get some energy before you go outside in that cold,” he said, pulling out a chair at the table for him to sit in.

“What’s all the ruckus about?” said a voice from behind Dan. He turned around to see Phil in the doorway, his hair messy from sleep.

“Sorry to wake you, Phil; Hayden’s just excited over the snow.”

“Can’t blame him!” Phil exclaimed. “I love snow.” He glanced over at Dan. “I’ve got an extra snowsuit if you want to go out.”

“I’d love to!”

“Do you have any old, smaller ones?” his mother asked.

“I might just have one that’ll work for you,” he said, ruffling Hayden’s hair.

The five of them ate breakfast and bantered. Dan was amazed by how easily they blended into the family; he honestly couldn’t have asked for a better foster family. “Let’s suit up!” Phil shouted as he finished his sausage. He and Hayden ran off upstairs, and Dan couldn’t help but smile. Children-both of them.

Within half an hour, Phil and Hayden were making snow angels. Dan, however, immediately noticed the packability of the snow and used that to his advantage in making a snowball to launch at Phil. Said snowball hit him square in the chest, and he sat up, offended. “Do you really want to do that?”

Dan simply bent down, made another snowball, and launched. And then began the only good war Dan had ever seen. Hayden made up a snowball and threw it at Dan as well, which Dan declared treason to the family. The three hurled snowballs at each other for what felt like hours before finally falling in the snow, exhausted. “Dan,” Hayden said, waddling over to him in his suit that was still a bit too big. “I’m cold.”

“Go on inside, Hayden. We’ll probably be there soon.”

Dan peeled himself off the snowy ground, wiping off the layer of dust that had formed on his suit and walking over to Phil. He extended a hand to his fallen opponent. “Truce?” Phil took the hand, and Dan pulled him up.

“Truce,” he said. They shook hands and returned to the warmth of the house.

After Hayden had been warmed up and taken to playing cards with Harold, Margo made Dan and Phil some hot cider to sip by the fire. They each took a seat in the armchairs and Phil turned on the radio. It was tuned to a news station, and they listened for a moment. “There’s no mention of the war or any bombings today,” Phil said. “Guess no news is good news.”

Dan nodded as he began tuning the radio to a different station. “Which is your favorite?”

“I personally listen to the news station a lot, but I like the jazz music.”

“Oh, I do as well. At the London station, they have some nice talk shows. Something comforting for a bad night. And believe me, I’ve had a lot of those.”

“I can imagine.”

Dan made eye contact with the redhead sitting on the other side of the radio from him. “Thanks for being so open to Hayden, by the way. I really appreciate how welcoming you’re being to him.”

“Of course. And the same to you. I’ve never really had someone my age to just...talk...to.”

“You know,” Dan said, trailing off. “Neither have I.”

“Well, then it’s settled!” Phil said. “You and me, we’re gonna talk.”

Dan couldn’t help but laugh at this. “What do you mean, talk? That sounds menacing.”

“Just about life! Any time one of needs to talk, we can talk.”

“You mean... friends?”

“Yeah!” Phil smiled toothily. “We’re gonna be friends.”

Dan laughed, ignoring the pain in his stomach telling him something was off about that proposal, although he couldn’t quite identify it. “Friends it is.”

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Inky Terrors Of The Past Chapter 5 Part 1- The Last Stop

A.N: after a long wait, hopefully you all have been patient, bless you all for waiting this long, i plan to make more than one part to this i don't know how long maybe about 3 parts but anywhos, im glad you all waited for this, so without further to do enjoy chapter 5 of inky terrors of the past! [alsopleasedon'tmindthefactthatinthisonealphadoesn'thavehisglowingete,thatwasmadewhenididintthoughtoftheidea] and oof- i hope you all will enjoy reading this, i plan to make more of my au someday but for now enjoy these three parts of inky terrors of the past on halloween! also before i forget corr belongs to @core4lost that's all as always send me your feedback and let me know if i misspelled anything in this! [also this will be kept under a read more option, same with the other 2 parts cause of how long i made them, even part 3

Jess looked out the window of the lodge as she makes a sigh it has been so long since she last saw her father when he went to the studios she was worried sick it's almost been a month as she makes a sigh and walked away from the window and back upstairs she went onto her bed and stared at a picture of her and Henry as she sighs "Dad.... where are you?..." she said sighing as she tries to fall asleep. meanwhile back in the studios the ink demon was wandering about doing his daily patrol of the day as his new eye scanned the area as it slowly dimmed up and down trying to see if there was anything hiding, the ink demon makes a snort as there doesn't seem to be any as the ink demon turned around to open up a ink portal but his horns perked up overhearing a conversation as curiously filled the ink demon as he made sure his inky aura wasn't up as he followed the sounds to the safe room listening in to the conversation "how can you be so sure this is the way out old man?" he heard the projectionst say as the ink demon grew more interested and listened in some more. Henry sighed "look I know you have doubts but me and bendy looked over this map and the areas every time and we're both certain this is the only way out, through the lift" he said as Lacie sighed "Henry the way over there is littered with searchers, raptors, and butcher clones, not to mention that is in ink demon territory" she said as the retired animator groaned "look you got a better plan?!? or would you rather risk going the long way which is pass joey's office!" he said snapping as the others backed off as the retired animator signed a bit and explained over the plan once more "alright so here's the plan once more, half of you will go here, towards the more safer path and take the stairs up to the nearest elevator" he said pointing to said directions "well me, bendy, and possibly Boris and Alice will go here in the ink demon territory to turn the elevator on which is pass Joey's office, from there if we don't report back in 280 hours" he said using military time for this part "then leave without us" he said as Norman makes a displeased click "henry, we just got you back and now your talking *bzzzpt* like you might die or something" he said as Henry frowned as Norman realized "oh" he said shutting up now as suprisally none noticed that bendy hadn't said a word since Henry spoke about the plan. corr noticed how tensed the hooded demon seems to be almost as if he knew something was going to happen and later on he would be right something was gonna happen... And it wasn't going to be friendly. Corr tugged on bendy's hoodie as the demon snapped out of his trance, looking down at corr "hey y-you okay??" He asked him as bendy only smiled in both a reassuring manner and a nervous manner "y..yeah I'm alright just thinking" he said as corr nodded he knew something else was up but he decided not to question more about it as they listened to Henry's plan, the ink demon heard enough as he silently snorted and wandered off. 10 minutes passed after that as bendy was getting Susan up as Henry looked around for that inky dog "must of ran off..." He said sighing he was planning on taking that dog home too but looks like that was out of the question, Susan makes a short snort as she got up as she makes a yawn as bendy chuckled a bit "come on girl, time for you to get outta here with us" he said as Susan only merely nodded emitting a soft grunt as she got up Henry asked everyone if they were all ready to go which they all said yes as Henry looked at bendy "well bud, you ready to finally make it out of here?" He asked as bendy nodded with a forced smile "y...yeah I'm ready, let's get outta here alright old man?" he said as the retired animator nodded "yeah, come on everyone" he said as the entire group starts to head off. the group keeps walking as Henry and bendy glanced around at things they saw during their time down here from surviving against the ink demon a lot of times, to clearing out a theater full of searchers and raptors, to fending off an dragon like creature three times and most of all, to working together they all faced some pretty bad hardship in their times but hopefully they all prayed that no more trouble will come their way, though they all knew that it won't be that easy. they stopped at the clearing as they were two ways, Henry told Lacie, Norman, Susan, corr and the butcher gang to head the left way as that was the path the group needs to go as he, bendy, boris and Alice will make their way through the ink demon's territory, the others nodded as they went their separate ways, save for corr who looked around before going after Henry and bendy and the other two toons as he was a curious little bunch and he wanted to make sure they did'int hurt the ink demon. bendy felt corr running up next to him as the demon silently sighed but gave a soft smile to corr as the group walks on alice looks at henry with a stern look "henry... why are we here? in the ink demon's territory?" she asked him as the retired animator ponders at that he already told them all this was the only way. he looked at her and said "the ink demon has something we need.... im going after him" he said as corr stares a bit sad that henry still holds a grudge to the ink demon but he sighed and followed the others as they walked on, later on the group arrived in a almost big clearing similar to the area where Henry and bendy encountered the huge searcher aka the fallen Alice, they looked around ad there were pairs of glowing eyes watching them, either ink snake raptors or lost ones, they decided against it and kept on moving, eventually they had arrived in a huge tunnel like area and Henry notices a small axe like weapon, a hatchet. Boris grabs the hatchet and tires it out a few times before. nodding slightly, the group turning on the makeshift boat as they venture into the dark abyss, halfway throughout the ride they were ambushed by a giant arm like hand, despite boris and alice's efforts, they had to keep moving on the boat, eventually the hand left them alone as they made it out of the tunnel as the boat led them to almost ghost like town underneath the studio, henry stares, confused by that as they got off, as they went to the center of the town. Boris suggested they should search the houses, alice agrees and takes corr with them despite the small demon's pleads as he pouts, henry and bendy looked at eachother "so, what now?" the toon asked as henry shrugged "first thing's first, let's find a way out of this town" he said as bendy nodded "sure thing!" he said as they keep walking, until they stopped when he saw the boards breaking a bit from a boarded up room "huh? what is..." bendy turns to his inked state as he slightly hisses "HENRY.....WAI-" the inked demon got cut off as the boards get chopped off "B E T R A Y E D!" a distorted voice said outloud as someone ran out of the boarded up room having a similar brown supsenders, along with a ripped blue like shirt, and a beast like mask, though despite the height and distorted voice henry knew who that was, his eyes widen "..h.....harold?" he said as the ink corrupted man stops as if pondering at the name before glaring "YOU! YOU ABANONDED ME! LEFT ME TO... TO ROT! ALL BECAUSE OF THAT DEMON EATING ME!" he said as henry and bendy both looked at eachother "h-harold! please calm down he wasnt himself yo-" the ink turned man snarls, his beast like mask opening "LIES! ALL OF THEM! OUR L O R D GAVE ME LIFE AGAIN, AND I PLAN TO USE IT... TO..... CHOP... B O T H OF YOU IN PIECES!" harold snarled out as he ran at them with the axe, henry pulling out his own axe as he and bendy were forced to fight him but he was tough, even when bendy had to use his own raged inked state to even the odds but harold seems to know his weakness. He grabs a holy cross from his pocket and jabs it on bendy's forehead as the inked demon roars out in pain and screeches, swatting away harold as the demon fell to the ground screeching in pain as harold rubs his head making sure his mask was still there as he grips onto the axe, going over to the downed inked demon before henry had enough "HAROLD STOP!" he said, bashing his axe so hard like a baseball bat it broke, but it did cause harold's mask to fall off as the man screeches "N-NO! DON'T LOOK AT ME! S-STAY AWAY!!" he said running and stopping at one of the stairs, shivering as he cowered his face, henry pulled the cross out of bendy's forehead as the cross caused the demon so much energy already he had to turn back to his toon form to avoid losing more energy. henry looks over at harold and goes in front of him, staring at him cowerding, he didint know why but he felt pity for him he was his brother and now look at him, his soul wasnt at rest anymore, he reached his hand out to gently comfort him, before henry almost gasped, being grabbed as he was lifted up as he saw the face of his now maskless brother, his entire face was almost covered in ink, only one eye remained and it was almost similar to those wandering cutout eyes, that was the only thing that remained of him "i though you would saved me! freed me from this hell when you came back henry! but… now…. I’LL FREE YOU NOW!” harold said growling as henry struggled “h-harold wait do- urk!” he was slammed to the ground by harold as he picked up the axe “I WILL FREE YOU FROM THIS PLACE, WITH YOUR HEAD MOUNTED ON OUR LORD’S THRONE!” harold started twitching as henry didint even notice someone coming over slowly “HAROLD PLEASE DON’T-” he was cut off by harold tsking at him with his fingers “SheEp… SheEp…. S H E E P! IT’S TIME FOR YOU T O” he said, lifting the axe up as henry stares tears rolling down his eyes as he tries one last time “HAROLD-” before he could say anymore harold screeches out yelling "S L E E P!" he said as henry finally notices and yells out "LOOK OUT-" he was too late, boris slammed the axe on harold's head as the corrupted ink turned man screeches, falling beside henry as the retired animator stares, horrofied, relief, but sad, all at the same time "t...thank you...... brother..." he said, smiling sadly at henry as the ink melted away from him "s....see you.... on the other side..." he melted away, his soul dissapearing somewhere else. henry looks over at bendy whacking the hatchet on his hand a bit before handing henry the axe, he takes it nodding his thanks "thank you boris... i... i just wished there was a way we could of saved him..." he said as boris nodded, whining a bit "henry!" corr said running up to him and hugging his legs as bendy got up, looking around "hey wait.... didint sammy build this lace?" he said as alice's eyes widden "yes... after he died... the ink demon must of revived harold to keep this place guar-" the others all looked at eachother "you don't think..." henry said as the others did'int know what the answer was but... now they do. their answers were lost ones as a whole almost horde of them were in this room, Henry and bendy looked around as they weren’t too bothered by them, although Alice and boris were a little creeped out as the angel gripped onto her sword as boris gripped on his gent pipe. the horde of lost ones then somehow start to get closer to them as bendy’s aura darkened a bit as he gave a warning hiss to the horde but they did'int seem to listen, alice quickly pointed and yelled “we have trouble up ahead!” she said as both Henry and bendy’s eyes widen as they looked up to see the ink demon on top of a balcony watching them, the lost ones also looked up as corr makes a gulp and tries to talk some sense into the ink demon “h-hey?! come on we just wanna get outta here please?! tell the lost ones to go away!” the small demon said to the ink demon as the ink demon looked down focusing on corr as his eye dims a bit as it looks down at alice and boris and then the lost ones as the ink demon seems to lift up his fingers and snapped them, and the lost ones’s eyes glowed a bright orange like red as all hell breaks loose now. The first lost one screeches and ran up to alice who quickly slashes it’s chest hard with her sword as boris bashed another lost one’s head in with his gent pipe as henry and bendy and corr sort of ran off mostly corr as he did’int want to hurt the lost ones, the fight was brutal as both alice and boris were being attacked nonstop by the lost ones as bendy snarled and turns into his inked state about to go and destroy the lost ones when henry pulled him back “bendy no!” he said as alice yells as she was slashed on her back by a lost one “alice!” boris said as he kicks off a lost one and ran over only to get pinned down by another lost one as henry had enough he told bendy to stay put with corr as he rushes in he closes his eyes as he brings his axe down at the lost one that was attacking alice saying “im sorry…” to it as the lost one screeched out in pain from the blow and was quickly killed by alice as the retired animator and the rebel angel started to fight the lost ones as boris was handling his own group of lost ones, the ink demon watches with a blank stare as he looks down at the carnage that was happening. as the fight went on alice showed signs of exhaustion as she was battered, wounded and sliced up from the lost one’s attacks as only a few more were left as boris panted as he dodged one lost one and gets pinned by another one, henry pulled out his gun and shot the lost one that was on the wolf as it fell down with a thud as a mutated lost one was going for henry from behind, alice notices and ran yelling out henry’s name as she pushes henry out of the way as the mutant lost one mauls her instead as the angel lets out a scream of pain. bendy stared in shock and now in anger as he roars loudly and ran attacking the mutant lost one as he bashes the lost one’s head in repeatedly as he went apeshit on it as boris stared in shock as the angel fell to the floor as henry also stares in shock, corr had his mouth covered with inky tears going down his eyes, the ink demon snarled and snapped his fingers causing the remaining lost ones to retreat as boris setted alice down on a pillar as bendy ran over now back in his toon form as he shakes alice “alice?! come on are you okay??!?!?! please answer me!” he said as the angel’s eyes weakly open as she gives the demon a small smile before she plops against the wall as bendy stares as inky tears dripped down from his eyes as henry looked and glared as he saw the ink demon going away he yelled out “HEY YOU! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING YOU SON OF A BITCH!” the retired animator yelled out as the ink demon looked at him before going away still as henry transformed into his toon form in a feat of rage as he chased after the ink demon leaving bendy and corr alone with boris. bendy looked back to see henry was running as he told corr to stay with boris as he looked at alice who looked back weakly "a-a-l i-i" he was cut off by her kissing him on the lips as he was shocked "don't, go on.... go protect that old man of ours" she said with a slight smile as bendy looked at boris and nodded as the wolf nods as corr hugs bendy "please be safe.. i don't want to lose you too.." he said as the hooded demon smiled softly and patted his head "corr, it's me, im not one to give up so easily" he said as he nods as bendy ran off to find henry. meanwhile with henry however he wasn't having the grandest of times it seems the ink demon proven to be more stronger than he though as he dodges most of henry's attacks and henry could barley have time to even attack as the toon turned animator struggled to stay up as he stumbles holding his chest as his eyes flared more orange and then into red as the ink demon noticed and snarled running up to make sure he doesn't transform but henry quickly dodged transforming into his monstrous version of his toon self as it roared and attacked the ink demon now he had the upper hand as the ink demon was slammed into the ground and onto the walls mutiple times. as the monstrous malformed toon turned animator readies to strike again the ink demon snarls and impales henry and slams him into the wall causing a massive crack as the monstrous toon roars out in pain and gets slashed hard across the cheek as he was kicked to the wall as he turned back to his toon self he got up struggling as he held his fists up the ink demon snorted and made his way over and grabbed henry by the bowtie and lifted him up snarling lowly as he raises his claws to finish him off. just then a loud snarl was heard as bendy in his inked state lunged onto the ink demon knocking him over as the two started to claw at eachother as the ink demon kicks bendy off of him growling as the 7 foot tall inked demon snarls and quickly got up growling as the two size eachother up, due to the ink demon's new upgrade he was a lot taller now than he was before and a lot more stronger as his glowing eye glared onto the inked toon as henry soon came up his axe in hand as the ink demon looked at the both of them and it's grin widen as it roars loudly at the two as henry and bendy ran at the ink demon attacking it with all they got despite that henry quickly got downed by a gash to the cheek and a kick to the floor as the inked demon snarls and ran at the ink demon but was uppercutted by it as bendy snarled and tried again but was impaled right through the heart almost as he stumbled holding his chest wheezing a bit as he snarls lowly and was about to try again but he was punched hard by the cheek by the ink demon as he stumbles before being slashed on the back as he emitted a loud roar and was slammed to the wall as the inked demon felt something stomping his chest as he glares at the ink demon who snarled as he raises his claws. a shot rang out as the ink demon snarls in surprise as he felt ink dripping and oozing from the side of his face as henry did'int go down yet the toon turned animator had his shotgun out as he glared at the damn beast. the ink demon slowly turned his head at henry the wound healing in seconds as he stares in shock slowly starting to back away as the ink demon made his way towards him but bendy still in his inked state tried one more time to attack but he was elbowed to the chest hard by the ink demon as he coughs up ink and knelt down before before kicked by the face as he plops on his back as the ink demon snarls and reacted when another shot rang out to his ribcage as he snarls and starts to make his way to henry who kept shooting at him trying to slow down the ink demon as henry felt his gun soon got jammed as he growled in annoyance and turned his arm into a axe arm as he tries to strike at the ink demon who deflected it and henry was punched across the face by the ink demon's gloved hand as he stumbles before being charged into the wall as henry almost had ink come out of his mouth as he was grabbed by the ink demon as he was lifted up he struggles to get out of the ink demon's grasp. the inked demon snarls and as he got back up running to him as the ink demon notices before growling throwing henry away and running at him and punching him so hard the inked toon felt the life drained out of him as he was turned back to his toon form now as he coughs and stumbles his wounds too much for him to handle as he was flickered to the ground by the ink demon's claws as he got back up again but he was so tired and wounded as the hooded demon coughed as he stumbled and fell to the ground as he held his side as the ink demon chuckled darkly “DiD yOu HoNEsTy ThInK YoU cOuLD sAvE hEnrY?” he said now holding up the wounded and nearly passed out old man that had just used up his toon form “An ShaMe aNd eVeN aFteR aLl ThaT TiME I tHOuGht BeINg NICe WouLd MAkE YoU GivE hIm tO Me But No, aLWaY hAve To USe ForCe IT sEeMS” he said as he pinned henry to the wall. bendy struggled to get up buth e could’nt he could’nt do anything he did’int want to use his powers not since the rampage but he had to he has to try. he tried again the ink oozing from his wounds was making it painful as the ink demon noticed and growled dropping henry again “tRyInG To tRaNSForM aGaIn?” He went over and kicked him towards the floor “nOT” he grabbed and slammed the demon on the barrel “GoNnA” he thrown the demon towards the wall making the little toon crash through it “hApPeN” he said as he grumbled and snorted before looking back to see henry trying to get up. the ink demon smirked and limped over and lifted him by the collar. bendy struggled to get up as he fell back down he couldn’t move anymore he was broken. the ink demon damaged him so much that his body cant heal in time he whimpered as he failed henry and the others he felt something thumping. his own heart and his body started to glow. he tried standing up but fell again. suddenly he heard an few rumbled as he turned around to see shawn just as they burried him. as a melted malformed verison of bendy with a crooked smile. it lurched and morphed it’s ink into bendy’s as the demon wanted to scream but nothing came out. henry coughed as he tries again to get out of the ink demon’s grip. the skeletal like creature made an wheezing like laughter as his unmoving smile grew “NoW, Whe-” he stopped when he felt an huge burst of energy. he turned around and froze as he dropped henry. the retired animator stared before his eyes widen in shock. bendy stood in his unstable form growling darkly as the ink demon felt fear rushed through him. the true ink demon was back and it was angry. henry wasted no time in trying to run as before the ink demon could do anything he was met with a punch to the face as bendy snarled loudly beating on his own chest similar to a gorilla as the unstable demon roared loudly at the ink demon and lunged as the ink demon snarled and lunged back the two engaging in a deadly fight. the ink demon snarls as he was thrashed, slammed, rammed, and even tossed around like a ragdoll as the true ink demon held nothing back as he went apeshit crazy on the ink demon as he tried fighting back but to no avail, the ink demon snarls and rams his claws at where the true ink demon's eye was as he snarled out in pain and swatted away the ink demon as he stumbles roaring in anger before the ink demon could recover he was bashed to the wall several times before he gets crashed into it as the two fell into a large clearing in the studio as they both got up as the ink demon snarled and snapped his fingers as hordes of butcher gang clones appeared and surrounded the unstable demon as the large beast roared out and attacked the clones as they attacked back as the ink demon sturggles to get out of the room he did'int even make it one step up as he was grabbed and quickly flung towards the ceiling as the unstable demon was still attacking the clones as he snarls and attacks the ink demon once more the two falling into another room as the ink demon quickly got up but was punched hard to the floor a couple feet away as the ink demon snarls having enough as he starts to form his outer layer of inky armor as he now was dripping ink everywhere as he snarls loudly at the true ink demon who snarls back as they ran at eachother in a rage of fury as round 2 of their fight has begun. henry stopped when he heard the two loud roars of the ink demons fighting as the retired animator quicken his pace hoping he wasn't too late, corr and the others also heard the roar as the small demon looked worried but norman assured him that everything's gonna be fine. sammy and lacie were helping alice walk as boris was trying to keep the butcher gang calm. susan stares off into the direction the sound came from and simply grunted a bit. meanwhile back with the fight the ink demon was losing, he was thrown to the wall as he grunted and stood up as he saw the true ink demon charging at him like a bull as he quickly dodges as the true ink demon hitted his head on the wall as he snarls in annoyance and stumbles about as the ink demon lunged as he started clawing and stabbing at the true ink demon as the unstable demon roars and tries many times to get the ink demon off of him he succeeded when the ink demon got too cocky as he was grabbed and slammed to the ground as the ink demon coughs as he was then kicked towards the wall as he snarls and wheezes in pain as he got up holding his chest as even his outer layer of inky armor seemed to cant withstand the true ink demon's wrath he snarled "AlRiGhT fIne.... No MoRe hOlDiNg bAcK..." he said as he transform into his corrupted state as the true ink demon huffed and snarled as he too started shifting and turning into a more animalistic and beastly version of his unstable form, growing about 24 feet tall, with monstrous like features having curved horns and his second pair of horns growing a by a few more inches, a streak started to run down his neck all the way to his tail as his spines grew more and his claws almost replace his fingers, he seems to form glowing orange crimson like eyes as his fangs enlarged and shifted to fit into his now almost gator and dinosaurin like mouth and snout, he seems to grow a similar sickle like toe to the raptors as the ink demon knew what form that demon just turned himself into, he turned into a demonic state of the demon's unstable form as the monster huffed and hissed not caring that his seals were burning him as he had enough with the ink demon he was going to make him pay once and for all as the two roared loudly as they charged at eachother, round 3 has begun for them as the true ink demon striked first headbutting the ink demon as he was flung to the air but caught himself as he snarls and ran up and slashed the demonic demon repeatedly as he snarls in annoyance and kicked him off as he charged as the 9'11 foot tall corrupted ink demon dodges and attacks again the two fighting like rabid animals. henry stops to get his barings as he studies the destroyed rooms that the two demons crashed through as he hears a loud echoing roar as he snaps his head and quickly starts again to run. the demonic demon snarls as he held where his heart was he groans as he was slowly starting to feel the seals as both he and the ink demon were full of cuts, gashes, bruises and even bite marks as the corrupted ink demon made a weak growl with a chuckle "W--wHaT's THE mAtTEr? t-TireD aLrEaDy? i WaS jUsT WArmInG uP" he said coughing as he again ran at him but demonic demon did'int dodge as he was slashed into the chest as he felt the ink demon trying to take out his heart he roared loudly and stabbed the ink demon with his tail slamming him on the ground more than 20 times before throwing him at a ink spear as he was impaled the ink demon roaring out in pain from that as he yanked himself out as he held his chest growling as he barley looked up before he was impaled by the demonic demon's hand as he almost threw up ink as the beastly monster growled as he then snarls out in pain as ink ooze from his body he couldn't take the seals pain anymore as he throws the ink demon to the wall as he runs off on all fours. the ink demon noticed as he growls as he was back in his usual form as he glares with his glowing eye "H-HeY! geT bAck heRe Im nOT DoNE wItH YoU YEt!" he said as he gives chase despite being wounded to the bone. the demonic demon was now back in his toon form as he runs and runs he was tired and wounded he looked around for a weapon any weapon he must of dropped his revolver when he and henry were trying to team up against the ink demon as he notices something sharp stuck in a dead edgar clone's body he realized it was a machete he ran over to the blade as he tries yanking it out several times before he succeeded. The toon quickly turned to his inked state and opened up a ink portal and went inside it not to retreat, but to give the ink demon a element of surprise, he waited and waited until he saw the inky aura as he kept as quiet as possible as he heard him calling out for him "CoMe oN oUT yA lITtLe pUnK, i WoN't hURt YA.... MUcH~" he said as he growled and looked around "BlaSt WhY ARen't tHEy anY cuToUts HErE?!" he said as even with his glowing eye he still had trouble trying to find out where people were. bendy waited as he gripped onto the sword some more as he glared a bit. when the ink demon went pass the portal the inked demon lurches out snarling as he rams his claws at the front of the ink demon's head and pierces the ink demon through the spine and out to the chest as the ink demon roared out in pain at that and struggled to get out as the inked demon gripped tighter and pulled the machete even further into the ink demon he was planning on killing him slowly and painfully as the ink demon snarls out even more as he struggles and struggles as bendy kept pulling the sword more and more as he growls darkly as he begins getting flashbacks or visions of times when the ink demon would go out of his way to save them even in certain situations where they could of gotten out of themselves. bendy ponders at each vision as he then gets one last vision, of himself and the ink demon before the ink demon existed he felt inky tears drip down his eyes as he clenched and when he felt the grip of the ink demon weakening he snarls and quickly pulled the machete out and dropped the ink demon as the sketetal inky creature makes a low wheezing sound as he held his chest breathing heavily as bendy turned back to his toon form also tired and wounded as the two stared at eachother before either of them could say anything they both fell to the ground their injuries too much for them to handle as they passed out. henry ran around the corner as he caught wind of two downed figures. he ran over to see it was bendy and the ink demon both were wounded and very hurt as henry checked both pulses he sighed in relief glad that bendy and the ink demon are still alive, he did'int know why he was worried for both their safeties though he sighs and looks at bendy before picking up the hooded demon before walking off pass the ink demon's body before giving the passed out ink demon one last look before walking down the hall a lot has happened for them but henry couldn't give up he recalls all the destruction those two caused just because of him he sighed as he kept on walking down the halls unaware of that he was being watched... by a familiar person.

#I WAS BORED AND I DID WANTED TO WAIT TILL THE MORNING OR AFTERNOON-#BUT FUCK IT-#IMMA GONNA HEAD OFF BY UPLOADING T H I S~#special thanks to clair-de-luna for spreading my story!#My Writing #slight chapter 5 spoilers #Inky Terrors Of The Past AU #The HellHole Of The Studios (Post Verse)#The True Events (Canon Verse)#Stories With Friend's Ocs #violence TW #Death TW #H A P P Y H A L L O W E E N #Part 1 Of 3

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vertrue · 6 years ago

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hey yo what’s up im pk and i wrote harry once before in my devianart days so buckle up KIDS its going to be a wild fuckin’ ride. * i’ll be basing him mainly off 616 because no offense to the be-u-tie dane dehaan,,,, i think james franco was more canon and tbh those movies came out 200 years ago & the most i know about it now is all the james franco blogs i stalked to jog my memory and get to this point. cool? cool. lets crack this wide open ----

* im going to keep this vague so i don’t step over other people’s canon because harry & the osborns/oscorp haven’t been mentioned or utilized by the mcu.

[ HERMAN TØMMERAAS, HE/HIM, 24 ] HAROLD OSBORN has been spotted in gotham city! the VILLAIN is publicly known as THE GREEN GOBLIN, and have often been described as DEBONAIR, but also DESTRUCTIVE. they have also been affiliated with NO ONE, and said to mainly operate in NEW YORK CITY. will they help find answers, or add to the chaos? [ pk, she/her, 19, est ]

* quick warning this intro deals with some heavy stuff ( marvel & dark? wow ) so yeah,, things like depression, mental illness, verbal abuse, neglect, drug use, death, and violence.

firstly. bruce wayne who? that mug couldn’t lie. ( * that panel covers it all i could end the intro here if i wanted ).

* will smith meme * this is my SON harold theopolis osborn - runner up for worst hair in the marvel universe. beat only by his own father.

he was born to norman and emily osborn. listen without getting too deep,, his mother died sometime after childbirth due to complications ( it’s marvel no one is really dead butt ) which left him with n*rman. that tool.

surprise. norman didn’t win dad of the year. first he’s too busy with business,,, then finding elaborate ways to kill a spider,, just hold your son plz.

his dad ran oscorp ( stark employees don’t interact plz & ty ) so they had that $$$$$$$. sort of cybernetic engineering/military research & sketch stuff like experimental science because norman eventually creates the goblin formula ( a rip off version of the super soldier serum ) via oscorp but thats later !!!

harry’s kind of a HUGE suck up to his douche dad. he’s constantly chasing after approval which wake up call, har, you’re never going to get it. * ( “ that creep is my father, all right! if i'm lucky, i'll become half of what he is. so just keep your mouth shut about stuff you don't understand! “ ) thanks james franco. long story short norm left him hanging a lot. * EXHIBIT A harry’s delusions of his father often leave him at odds with people ( especially after the gwen incident )

tired of being second to work -- harry switches around the chemicals his father is working with and it explodes in his father’s face ( the goblin formula is made ) & his father becomes the villain known as the green goblin.

listen if it wasn’t complicated enough - there’s a lot of amnesia nonsense in here. somewhere down the line GG discovers spider man's identity,,,, but it doesn’t matter because cue another fight and now norman’s got amnesia. identity crisis solved. he forgets everything. green goblin’s gone for a hot minute.

somewhere in this period harry starts using drugs due to stress/// it is said beforehand that he had pills for everything * sleeping, staying up, to relax, yadda yadda. but he turns to actual hardcore drugs to cope with everything in his life which eventually leads to an overdose/bad reaction. he’s hospitalized until he’s in the clear.

norman’s getting wacky because there’s chemicals left in his brain and the green gobllin persona eventually makes a brief return. though he becomes sidelined when dealing with his son’s health issues.

eventually oscorp starts doing poorly & harry turns to pills again ( hits him hard due to also dealing with depression /// norman tries to cover this up by not allowing him to be moved to a hospital and instead has a doctor come to the house ),

norman essentially starts to lose his mind,,, remembers everything,,, can’t take it anymore. dons the green goblin costume once more and kidnaps gwen stacy :(((( y’all know how this ends. snap crackle pop y’all. that dumbass throws her off a bridge and ya...

to end that chapter and introduce gg 2,, norman essentially ends up impaling himself on his own glider & harry finds him. removes the green goblin costume from his father’s body to preserve his identity & bribes the coroner to not find any traces of the goblin formula in his blood. ( you know that bitvh ain’t dead tho )

harold then, like EVERYONE in NYC, blames spider-man. (for his father’s death),,, and so my small stupid son becomes the second green goblin.

* SIGH *

where i’m starting ;

with a migraine

i wouldn't say he’s full blown goblin yet. but definitely prepping and modifying his father’s work. & starting an obsession w/ spider man //// sorry. just following the super villain handbook.

it’s definitely in the works. and happening. ripperino. he’s just really bitter :/ he’s an “orphan” * i use that term loosely here

* marvel wiki says he refused to go to gwen stacy’s funeral - sounds petty. but in his defense he was probably dealing with burying his dad and the shift in power @ oscorp. also petty. ( don’t get me wrong though he LOVED gwen !!!!!! & he’s just as heartbroken as any of them ,, he just makes a lot of excuses for his dad

in charge of oscorp until his dad drags his ass out of the grave. !! lazarus pit not far !! so i’d say he’s in gotham on business. stomping on other people’s territory.

norman’s not even dead you fools he’s sipping fine wine in europe.

#once upon a time i had a lot of feelings about this loser #now i've come to realize those feelings never went away i just blocked them out #abuse tw #violence tw #drug tw #death tw #depression tw #listen im just trying to cover all my bases #this is just 100 bullet points of me being sALTy #where better to have a villainous breakdown than gotham city herself ???#gchq:intro #i just need to bite the bullet and get d*scord on my phone so i can stop being a little bitch #🥂 —❝ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 & 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 → ( 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 )

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snortinglaughter · 7 years ago

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Flowers and Antlers.

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

It is a general belief held by the Wizarding World that only those who are pure of heart are able to perform the Patronus Charm. According to legend, one of the most famous Patronuses of all time was a lowly mouse that belonged to a young wizard named Illyius. Illyius cast the Patronus Charm while his village was being attacked by the Dark wizard Raczidian and his army of Dementors. Despite the mouse’s diminutive size, it shone with the brightest of lights, bringing the Dementors to a halt as it nimbly moved through the ranks of fleeing villagers. Enraged, Raczidian decided to enter the fray himself and tried to summon a Patronus to ward off Illyius’s mouse. However, he failed to remember that only the pure of heart can produce a Patronus, and thus, for the first time in history, it was revealed what happens when a competent but unworthy wizard or witch attempts the spell. Maggots shot out of Raczidian’s wand and quickly devoured him as they engulfed his entire body.

Harry closed the book, horrified by what he had just read; the silence in the library had never felt heavier. He didn’t know if Malfoy would ask him for help, but he wanted to be ready if he did. Harry had excused himself to Ron and Hermione by saying he would go to Madam Pomfrey for a headache potion, but instead had used his free period to do some quick research.

Malfoy had been branded with the Dark Mark, but Harry had witnessed his attempt to cast the charm last night and nothing wretched had happened; it gave Harry hope.

“I know what you did.”

Harry looked up, his eyes widening; Malfoy was standing next to him.

“W-what?” he stuttered, covering the book’s title as much as his hands allowed.

“I know what you did. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?” Malfoy said with a raised eyebrow.

“Shit,” Harry whispered; when he’d left the Charms classroom he’d thought he’d been stealthy-smooth, like a ninja in one of those movies Dudley used to watch. “Listen, Malfoy I… I thought -”

“Thought what, exactly? Being The-Tit-Who-Lived doesn’t give you the right to search through my belongings, Potter,” said Malfoy with the poshest of accents.

Harry remembered his little burst of curiosity the night before and his jaw dropped almost to the floor.

“How did you -”

“I never leave my sketchbook under my pillow.” Malfoy bit his lip and looked around for any eavesdroppers. “I’d appreciate it if you’d keep whatever you saw to yourself.”

He stalked out of the library without another word. Harry stuffed the book in his bag and followed; he couldn’t let Malfoy walk away like that.

“Malfoy, wait!” Harry grabbed him by the elbow, making him stop reluctantly. “Listen, I shouldn’t have; it was wrong, I know. I did take it and I’m sorry, but I didn’t open it; I promise.”

Malfoy frowned slightly.

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? Did you want me to have a look or not?” Harry frowned a tad deeper. Was this a contest to see who could scrunch their forehead the most?

“No, I mean, why are you apologizing? Why are you being nice about this?”

“Because…”

Harry’s heart skipped a beat; ‘because I have a massive crush on you’ didn’t seem like the right answer at the moment. He looked around as if expecting the suits of armor in the corridors would give him advice. One of the portraits, an old witch who was aiming her ear trumpet at them, gave him an encouraging nod when she realized Harry was looking at her.

“Because I want you to show me; I want you to want to show me.”

He was making a statement; Harry hoped Malfoy would understand what came with it. Malfoy swallowed hard and Harry couldn’t help noticing the slight bobbing of his Adam’s apple. Green eyes bored into grey ones; something hot ran down Harry’s spine, making the hairs on his arms stand. They inadvertently moved closer; Harry’s heart seemed to want to crawl up his throat.

“Yes,” Malfoy whispered.

They were standing so close now, their breaths ragged.

“Ahem!”

They jumped at the sound and looked around until they realized it came from the witch with the ear trumpet; she giggled quietly.

“Yes,” Malfoy repeated, recovering his composure. “I - I’d like that.”

Harry tried, but couldn’t stop a massive grin that almost reached his ears.

“We, um, we can talk about it after class, or tomorrow - whenever you want.”

“Tonight, in the Common Room.” Malfoy’s gaze drifted to Harry’s lips. “I’d like to have my arm back, Potter.”

Harry hadn’t even been aware that he was still gripping it.

“Right, of course; there you go,” he said as he almost reluctantly let go. “Tonight, then.”

“See you, Potter.” Malfoy smiled.

Harry couldn’t stop staring at Malfoy for the rest of the day: during class, in the corridors, as they entered the Great Hall.

“Harry, watch where you’re going!” Hermione said.

“Wha – oh, sorry.” He had stepped on her heel, making Hermione step out of her shoe.

“What is it with you today?” She frowned, wiggling her foot to get it in her shoe again.

“Oh, um,” he looked at the Slytherin table, catching Malfoy’s gaze. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“Sorry, mate; she already has a date for the Yule Ball,” Ron joked.

“Damn, maybe next year,” said Harry, making his way to the Hufflepuff table. “So, ‘Mione, do you think it’s possible for a Dark Wizard to cast a Patronus?”

“Why? Is this for a DADA essay?” She frowned, “I don’t remember Professor Daythorn saying anything about it.”

“No, no; it’s – it’s kind of…” Harry looked to her side, making sure Ron was too busy stuffing his mouth with Shepard’s pie. “Kind of personal,” he mumbled.

“Oh?” Hermione frowned in confusion for a moment before realization hit her; Harry could swear she looked straight at Malfoy for a fraction of a second. “Oh! Well, um. Ron, I forgot my Potions book in the dungeon.”

“Agh c’mon ‘Mione, ‘m ‘bout to stah wih’ da roaf beef.” Harry never failed to be amazed by Ron’s capacity to speak with his mouth full without spitting any bits of food.

“Please, babe?” Hermione pouted.

“Fine,” Ron sighed and gulped. “Don’t let anyone near my plate; be back in a jiffy.”

Hermione waited until Ron was far enough away and then turned to Harry giving him a very McGonagall-ish look.

“Ok, let’s hear it.”

“Hear what? I just -”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Harold; I know this is about Malfoy.” Her expression softened when Harry didn’t answer. “You’re my brother and I love you, Harry; I don’t know what exactly is going on between you two, but if he hurts you I’ll flip him like a fucking omelet.”

Harry was momentarily speechless. He’d never heard Hermione speak like this, but it made him smile –and a little proud.

“That being said, Snape and Dumbledore ensured Malfoy’s soul was kept intact, and I don’t think he’s truly an evil person; I’ve always thought he tried to help you back - back in the Manor,” Harry took her hand and she squeezed back, giving him a sad smile. “We all went through hell in that place, but he was the one who lived for months under the same roof with the madman who tortured him and his parents; I think Malfoy could be able to perform the charm if he can concentrate on a happy memory, Harry, but maybe he doesn’t have happy memories at all.”

Harry was sitting on one of the couches in front of the fireplace in the Common Room; he quit trying to join his friends’ conversation as mixed memories of old quarreling and sixth year kept distracting him. Ever since he’d spoken with Hermione earlier, his mind had been a tangle of roads, all of them leading to the same destination: Malfoy.

Harry had seen him go up the stairs; he thought of following, but decided that being alone in the dorm after the moment they’d shared outside the library was quite dangerous. That was another thing he kept thinking of; Harry had never felt the same way with Ginny –not to mention Cho– and he’d barely touched Malfoy’s arm, for-crying-out-loud. And then, that night when he’d thought Malfoy and Neville were a couple… The only time he could remember being that angry was when he’d lost control of his magic and inflated Aunt –‘stop it, she’s not your Aunt’– Marge.

“Are you coming, Harry?” Ron looked at him expectantly; they were the only ones left in the common room, Harry realized.

“I’ll stay here just a tad longer, mate.”

His friend looked like he was about to question him, but merely shrugged and said his goodnight. Ron had a way of knowing when something was bothering him, and Harry had never been more grateful for it; he wasn’t quite ready to talk about this whole feelings thing and, besides, he had no idea what Ron’s reaction would be.

Harry got more nervous as the minutes passed by; would Malfoy really show up to their d- meeting? Maybe the other lads in the dorm were still awake; maybe Harry should just go upstairs and leave it for some other time. No, he should stay, give Malfoy a few minutes; he was probably just as nervous as Harry. It was five past midnight on his wristwatch. What if Malfoy had gone to the bathroom and accidentally locked himself in? Harry should probably go check. No, no; he should wait.

A light shuffling sound came from the stairs at his back; Harry felt the nape of his neck bristle. He awkwardly stood up and turned to see Malfoy in navy blue pajama bottoms and a tight –very tight— matching long-sleeved V-neck; sketchbook in hand. Harry’s fingers itched with the urge to touch pale collarbones. Thank Merlin he was still in his school robes; they were proving to be very useful at the moment.

“Potter.” Malfoy was smiling; Harry was sure Malfoy knew he looked fit as hell.

“Malfoy,” Harry responded, trying to summon the calmest expression he could manage as he sat with his hands fisted at his sides.

“I apologize for taking so long,” Malfoy said, sitting beside him at a safe distance; a whiff of cool minty freshness filled Harry’s nose.

“No, that’s quite alright. Um, listen, Malfoy, I just - about what happened in sixth -”

“Stop.” Malfoy looked directly into his eyes. “We both made the wrong decision that day. I’ve put it behind me.”

Harry was about to protest but fell silent as Malfoy determinedly opened the sketchbook and an image of a flower caught his eye.

It was a drawing of a narcissus in grey and white shades; the lines were smooth and flowing, giving Harry a sense of serenity. He was so used to the school portraits and hideous vegetable paintings at the Dursley’s that he was awestruck for a moment; he’d never seen anything like it.

“May I?” Harry asked.

Malfoy slowly passed the sketchbook over; it felt as if he was about to hand Harry a piece of his heart. Harry lightly touched the sheet, almost certain that he would feel the soft petals with his fingertips.

“Did you use magic?”

“One would think magic would give you a better result, but I’ve learned the muggle way is better; you have more control over the lines.” Malfoy watched Harry’s face intently.

Harry skimmed through pages of drawings of different types of flowers. He didn’t know the names of most of them, although he recognized a peony. When did Malfoy learn to do this? How was he so good?

He turned another page and his heart stopped.

On the page was a majestic pair of Stag antlers. The heavy contrast of dark and light created a sense of realism that made the drawing seem to pop off of the paper.

His heart began beating again with so much force that it seemed it was trying to smash its way out of his ribcage. Harry could see it beating through his chest; he could barely control his agitated breathing. Harry was afraid he might implode.

“It’s beautiful.” The words came out as a soft whisper.

Harry looked up and took in every detail of Malfoy’s face: his slightly thicker bottom lip and pronounced cupid’s bow, smooth pale skin that highlighted the pinkish tint of his cheeks, and those vivid grey eyes.

“Beautiful.”