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[harringtonstilinski]

Got The Girl - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Thomas Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,429 Warnings: angst, fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since August. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Thomas and Stiles Stilinski were your best friends. You, honestly, couldn’t see your life without them. The three of you had met in the 8th grade in a class you all had together, and the rest is history. Granted, it’s been about three years since then, but you still couldn’t see your life without them. 

The three of you were now in your Junior year of high school; Stiles was off doing his supernatural thing with Scott and his pack, Thomas was with his crew that had Newt and Minho in it, and you were hanging out with whichever twin had the most time for you… which had been Thomas here lately.

Well, he was there for you for a while until he started hanging out with Teresa and Brenda, both of which you caught him sucking face with. Granted, it was at a party and he was a little drunk at the time, but still. Your heart shattered as you watched. You didn’t want to watch, but it was kinda hard to look away.

You cried on Stiles’ shoulder that night, falling asleep with him in his bed. Thomas had walked into Stiles’ room, thinking it was his in his drunken state, seeing the two of you cuddled on his twins bed. He sobered up at that point, his heart shattering.

You and Thomas had crushes on each other, but never acted on it. Scott McCall, Stiles’ best friend since the age of four, could smell the chemosignals on the two of you, with him being a True Alpha werewolf and all.

He talked to Stiles about it a few times, the latter not really wanting to hear about his twin brother’s crush on his other best friend. Everytime Scott brought it up, Stiles shut it down.

Thomas, on the other hand, talked to Newt and Minho about you all the time. It was like he never shut up about you. They gave him advice on how to subtly ask you on a date and all that, Thomas planning the day he was going to ask you.

He was gearing up to ask you at your locker, but when he got just a few feet away, he watched as you flirted with Gally, the boy who deemed himself Thomas’ enemy.

You were laughing at something ridiculous Gally said when you looked over, seeing Thomas walk away. Instantly, regret hit you like a bus, taking a step to follow after him, but Gally’s hand on you had you stopping in your tracks.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gally looked over to Thomas’ retreating form, smirking as he looked back at you. “Looks like we made him upset.”

You looked at him, disgusted. “Ya’know what, Gally? I’m tired of your games. I’m tired of you flirting with me just to make him upset. I know you know how I feel about him. This ends today.”

“Come on, baby,” Gally said. “You know you want a real man.” “And that real man is Thomas. He doesn’t use me for his own personal gain, unlike you.” With that, you turned and slammed your locker door shut to start your journey of finding Thomas.

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“I can’t believe she’d do that,” Thomas said, sitting at his desk.

“Do what? Laugh at Gally?” Newt asked.

“He probably said something stupid and she couldn’t help but laugh,” Minho added.

“She was laughing,” Thomas breathed, sitting back in his seat.

“Laughing doesn’t always mean she’s flirting, bro,” Stiles said, sitting in front of his twin.

“Yes, it does. Lydia laughs at you all the time.”

“Because he’s stupid,” you smiled, sitting down at your own desk next to Stiles.

“Thanks for that,” Stiles deadpanned.

You turned your head, smiling at your best friend before your eyes shifted to Thomas. Whispering, you said, “Hey, Thomas. Can we talk?”

He looked at you and it was then you finally noticed the sadness in his eyes.

Sighing, you started to say, “I wasn’t flirt–” before your teacher’s voice cut you off, starting the class for the day.

Begrudgingly, you sighed and sat back in your seat, halfway paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

You couldn’t help but sneak looks back at Thomas, the twin quickly looking away from you as you did. You pretended to not notice that he was already looking at you, so when the class ended and he quickly got up, you followed his lead.

Following him down the hallway, you kept saying his name. Every time you got closer to him to tap his shoulder or grab it, he would move away faster. When the two of you made it outside, you followed him to Stiles’ Jeep, your hand finally on his shoulder.

When he turned around, he looked pissed and you could understand why. “Look,” you said, voice stern. “I wasn’t flirting with Gally. He said something so ridiculously stupid, the only thing I could do was laugh. Laughing doesn’t always mean that a girl is flirting with someone. I mean, Teresa and Brenda laugh at you all the time, and they’re not flirting!”

“How do you know they’re not flirting?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I actually see them flirting with guys on the lacrosse team,” I countered, replicating his stance. 

“What if they’re doing it to make me jealous?”

You snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” You took a breath, releasing it while asking, “You wanna know how a girl is flirting with you?”

He narrowed his eyes, asking, “I think I have an idea, but how?”

“She’ll put her hand on your arm while laughing, maybe give it a small squeeze,” you started to explain. Deciding to take it a little further, you explained everything that you did when the two of you hung out. “She’ll lay her head on your shoulder while watching a movie, or even lay her head in your lap while watching a movie because she’s tired and falls asleep.

“She might even be thoughtful and remember your favorite snacks for movie night, cuddle into you if you’re watching a scary movie. She might even wear your favorite shirt for shits and giggles every time she’s over because she knows how it makes you feel when you see her wear it.”

As you explained all that, you saw something shift in Thomas’ eyes. “But… you do all those things.”

“Yeah,” you drug out, turning your head to the side a little, but keeping your eyes on Thomas’.

“Why would another girl–”

“You egghead!” Stiles said, slapping his twin on the back of the head. “She’s talking about herself!”

Thomas looked from Stiles back to you, eyes growing a little wider. “You–?” Making the decision to get back at him, you said, “Maybe I’ll have Gally give me a ride home?” “I’ll kill him if he does,” Thomas sneered.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. 

“Knew what?” Scott asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“Thomas likes me.”

Shrugging, Scott said, “I could’ve told you that.”

Looking at him with an unimpressed look, you said, “You’re a fucking Alpha werewolf. I’m sure you could smell it on him.”

Scott leaned forward, saying, “And you, too.”

Your eyes went as wide as saucers, Scott’s smile returning to his face. “You son of a bitch.”

“Wait,” Thomas said. “You like me, too?”

Quickly turning your head to look at Thomas, you said, “So admit it!”

“Oh, yeah,” Teresa said.

“He’s had a crush on you for years,” Brenda added.

“You two knew?!” you blurted. 

They looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah.”

“He told us freshman year,” Brenda said.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Newt added as well.

It seemed like all of your friends were surrounding you now, Minho having joined Newt, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Issac, Erica, Boyd, Gally, Jeff, and even little Chuck all surrounding you and Thomas, waiting for one of you to make a move.

Thomas groaned, looking at Stiles for some direction. “Tell her,” Stiles said. “Tell her.” Thomas sighed and looked back at me, “Listen, I–” 

I didn’t let him tell me what he needed to as I jumped into his arms, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back without missing a beat. Our lips moved in sync as our friends cheered us on. Laughing, I smiled out of the kiss, Thomas’ arms wrapping around my middle to lift me up off my feet for a moment.

“I guess Greenie got the girl after all,” Gally said.

“Yep,” I smiled, never taking my eyes off of Thomas. “He sure did.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since… i don't even know when.... and i feel fucking terrible… for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

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​​​Posted on October 9, 2023

[pixiekiwi]

Left Behind | Newt

Hiii!! First post after a year and a half of inactivity!! Im finally going to start writing again becuz my bf has inspired me to start sharing my work again!! This is a very old one shot and I barely touched it b4 actually posting it because I need something to get my account bumpin again!! Anyways I hope you enjoy, hopefully I’ll post more soon :)

𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Inspired by Wait by the River, by Lord Huron!

Warnings: Angst, terribly written (written a year ago and just now posting!) also long asf.

Words: 1,634

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People say time heals. But to you, time was the opposite of what you wanted. The more time passed, the more you missed Newt. The longer you spent apart from him, the more your heart ached, and burned.

He healed you, and without him- time is nothing but an aggravating evil.

Your heart tore in two pieces the day he left the Glade, choosing your brother over Newt. You were scared to leave, all you knew was the Glade. You remember the look of defeat on Newt’s face, how he welled up with tears as you gave him one last goodbye. How tight he held you before he was hurried by Thomas. You wished he never let go, you wished he never left you.

You were afraid, terrified even, but as you watched the love of your life leave the only home you’ve ever known you broke. Shattering like a mirror - splitting your ideals from reality. To follow him, you’d risk your life to do it.

Gally was watching you closely, you knew it. His eyes never left you when the blonde left you behind, he had a firm grip on your shoulder for comfort. You knew it was to also keep you within the Glade.

It was minutes later, your shoulder ripped from Gally’s hold, throwing yourself into the maze. Shouts of protest bubbled from the remaining boys in the Glade. Gally’s shout was the loudest, his own footsteps following behind you.

You weren’t worried about him catching you, as you had always been faster than him. You didn’t know the maze, for fucks sake you were a gardener with Newt, but you had seen the map. Minho was one of your closest friends, he shared everything with you. You had helped Minho study the map with Thomas, so you remembered generally where you were supposed to go.

The hard part was trying to fight the feeling that you were losing control of your own body. Your fingers had grown numb and your eyesight had fallen hazy. The further you ran down the path of the Maze, the less yourself you felt. You felt angry, angry that Newt would truly leave without you, angry with Thomas for cutting your goodbye so short. You couldn’t explain it, but you were angry with the world.

You had lost Gally minutes ago, you didn’t care. You needed to reach the group.

When you reached the Griever Hole you stopped in your tracks, and everything went black.

—

There you were again, you were in a new place, your surroundings electronic and gray. As the hazy feeling in your body faded you saw in front of you were your friends, Newt, Thomas, Minho- but something was wrong. Chuck, on the floor, bleeding.

That’s when you felt it, a flame of pain erupted in your chest. Looking down to your hand you realized you had something in your hand. A gun. You thought.

No, no, no, no-

You looked down to where the pain was in your chest, seeing a large sharp pole sticking what felt like, straight through your heart. You tried to gasp, as time seemed to pick up its pace, two bodies rushed to you. One catching you before you fell to the ground.

The two bodies were Newt and Minho, it seemed as though chaos was erupting around them and you. Light poured into the room, you could only hear Newt’s desperate cries.

“Please (Y/N) stay with me-” salty tears trailed down the blonde's face as he held you closely to his own body. Newts free hand grazed your dirt stained and sweaty face. Your skin was so pale, it made him sick. Minho stood above him, his face filled with fear. He was yelling at someone across the room, his angry words too distant to understand.

The soft touch of Newt’s hands sent you into a flurry of unexplainable emotions. You felt like you couldn’t breathe when he was holding you, although - the spear sticking out of your chest probably had something to do with that.

“I..” you tried your best to gasp out a few words, sorrow coating your tone, “I’m.. I’m so.. So sorry.” Tears welled up in your lashes, you couldn’t see anymore. Your vision was failing.

“(Y/N) please-” Newt’s voice echoed through your once again hazy mind, you could tell he was crying; his voice raspy, “Please don’t leave me, I.. I love you please baby.”

His heart wrenching pleas were the last thing you heard as you faded into nothingness once again.

–

Months passed without Newt, unsure if he was even alive. You and Gally had been saved by Lawrence and his group. Only being picked up moments after Newt had been snatched up by WCKD. It was scary, leaving the only home you’ve ever known, knowing you killed the sweetest boy you’ve ever met, Chuck.

After telling Gally how you weren’t even conscious when it happened; he tried to convince you it was WCKD who was controlling you. And although you knew this was true, you couldn’t help but feel as though it was you the whole time. You remember feeling angry before, but you never wanted to kill anyone.

And now here you were, perched on the large windowsill in Lawrence’s office, gazing out into the Scorch as your brother patrolled the outside of the Last City.

You were close with Lawrence, he grew to be like a father figure over you and Gally. You had confided with him about Newt and your friends in the Glade, and he understood. Lawrence himself lost a lot of friends, especially since he was half cranked-out.

Gally had been a big support system for you as well, he had comforted you through the nights you had cried yourself into exhaustion, missing the one person who made you feel whole.

You missed the warm summer nights in the Glade you spent with Newt, under the starry sky - wrapped up in his arms. He held you so tight, like he never wanted to let go - but he did.

“Y/N,” Lawrence’s raspy voice startled you from your thoughts, looking to the older man you noticed he was holding an orchid gazing at you quizzically, “Where did you go?”

You pulled your legs up to your chest, glancing out the window once more as you hummed in response, “Oh you know, wonderland.” You scoffed slightly at your own words, turning back to Lawrence.

Lawrence chuckled in response, his focus shifting back to the roses he was watering.

You sighed, your head resting on the window pane next to you. Closing your eyes tiredly - before you could pass out you heard commotion in the hallway. You sighed frustratedly, tucking yourself further behind the plants that guarded the windowsill. Maybe it was Gally finally coming back from patrol, you didn’t care though as you really just wanted to get some shut eye.

The door of Lawrence’s office flew open, causing your own eyes to snap open. You were hidden far enough in the window that you couldn’t make out who it was that had barged in so rudley.

“Gally- I’m glad to see you made it back, Jasper told me what happened,” the Crank man hummed his words.

“It was a slaughter,” The gruff voice of your brother seemed to cut through the eerie environment of Lawrence’s office, “there was nothing we could do against those guns.” Your heart sunk, you didn’t want to hear anymore - tuning out Lawrence’s response you played with your hands. Ignoring the aching feeling of sorrow in your chest, more people dead in an already deserted world.

Lawrences sudden sternness of voice caught your attention, causing you to tune into the conversation once more, “Now. Who are these people? Why are they here?”

Gally brought someone to Lawrence?

There was a tense pause of silence, and you held your breath, awaiting the unknown person to speak.

“We need to get into WCKD.”

The familiar voice sent you into a spiral of emotions, your body freezing up and going numb, was it really Thomas? You made a move to stand as Thomas continued speaking - “Gally said you can get us through the walls.” Your heart stopped, it really was him, his voice was more serious than it was back in the Glade, maybe even a bit fearful.

You froze before moving into sight of the others. You were preparing for the worse, what if Newt wasn’t with him? What if… You didn’t even want to think about it - your eyes welled up with tears as you hesitantly moved from behind the wall of plants.

You froze, looking to where the familiar group stood in front of you - each of their eyes now on you. Every expression showed surprise, but you didn’t care about that - your own eyes meeting the one person you missed so dearly. Newt.

You gasped - the tears that threatened to fall earlier now trailing down your face.

The blonde boy lurched forward, his arms around your frame immediately, crushing you with a force you didn’t know he had. His own shoulders seemed to shake - he was crying too.

You broke a sob as your arms wrapped weakly around his waist. You never expected to see him again, you thought he was gone.

“Newt- I’m so sorry,” your sobs broke through his chest as your arms pulled him closer to your body.

He shushed you immediately “No (Y/N), I shouldn’t have ever left you,” his own cries broke his composure- pulling you closer than ever.

Your head shook, apologizing over and over again while Newts lips kissed the top of your head, whispering how much he loved you.

This time, he truly would never leave you behind.

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter fourteen — a rom-com happy ending

WORD COUNT — 2,841

WARNINGS — pure fluff, weddings

NOTES — i can't believe it's already over :( well, not really bc this series will always live in my head, way into their college years, but for now this is the end <3

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Ever since your Uncle Mark started staying in the guest room and wedding prep picked up even more, your house was never quiet. Between final food tastings, organizing the tables and stationary, plus the horrendous amount of extra schoolwork you were dealing with due to a new semester starting up, life never slowed down. 

Things at school got better, so long as you ignored Newt in any way, and focused on your college applications and spending time with Brenda. Plus, your uncle Mark made sure to spend all his extra time with you, since you hadn’t seen him in two years. 

He and Maggie’s brothers got along well, and made the house extra vibrant as everyone got to know one another over game nights and dinners. The very first night you’d met them — Maggie’s brothers, George and Dean — they embraced you lovingly, claiming that Maggie had always wanted a daughter. 

Valentine’s Day started with a bright dawn and a calm air, and you could tell even with the cold that it was a beautiful day for a wedding. The day started early, at around 5am, with Maggie shaking you awake, offering you a toasted waffle and travel mug of coffee. The house was void of men and instead filled with the women of the bridal party, all running around and getting ready in different parts of the house in order to have things done on time. 

Everyone had their dresses in different places, and you and a woman named Sarah did each other’s makeup in your bedroom by the desk before taking turns getting dressed and finding your purses, accessories, and proper coats. 

Maggie was already on her way to the church in just her makeup by the time everyone was ready, leaving you to lock up the house and pile into one of the three cars occupying the driveway. You texted with Brenda, Harriet, and Sonya on the car ride, talking about the reception happening later on. 

You and Thomas were allowed to bring your friends to the reception (with Brenda and Jorge being the exception, as they were invited to the ceremony), something that your parents agreed upon not long after they told you about the proposal. Since the bonfire, though, the group was shattered, and you really only talked to the girls for now. Thomas was inviting everyone else who wanted to come, though, so you’d see everyone there, anyway. 

One thing you did notice, through the bustle and stress of the wedding and finals, was that your friends had been acting odd, to say the least. Thomas was the same, but every one of your friends were exchanging an unsettling amount of smiles and glances — not just the girls, but Gally and Minho, too. You’d even asked them about it one day, but they all refused to give you an answer. 

You shook the thoughts from your head and texted the girls to update them on where you were. They were all excited for the wedding, and you were, too. Everything about this day had felt spectacular so far, and you couldn’t wait to actually see Maggie and your dad get married. 

The church was empty for now, but you and the girls all filed into the bridal suite, where Maggie sat, pinning up her hair into the most elegant style you’d seen. Since her hair was neck length and wavy, it was difficult to get her hair into a style that looked nice. However, she managed to take some strands from the front to frame her face, while still having the majority of the upper half of her hair pinned back with pearl beaded pins, her waves still flowing free. 

You almost cried at how wonderful she looked, before realizing it was up to you and two other bridesmaids to help her into her dress. 

If you hadn’t been emotional before, you definitely were now. 

Maggie looked like she’d stepped right out of a fairytale. Her bodice and sleeves were mesh, patterned with intricate lace, her skirt made of silk with a slight volume to it and lots of movement. The lace pattern bled into the skirt, blending well with the silk and forming it into a cohesive piece. 

Everyone’s compliments overlapped as you took her hands in yours, the both of you smiling widely at one another. 

With a gentle squeeze of your hands, and a knock on the door from her brothers, ready to walk her down the aisle, Maggie sighed. “Well, ladies, I think it’s just about time I got married, don’t you think?”

The ceremony was, to say the least, perfect. 

Out of the entire bridal party, you were the last to walk down the aisle, with Chuck and Thomas on either arm, all three of you beaming like sunshine. 

Your dad, along with everyone in the church, welled with tears upon Maggie’s entrance, both  of her brothers on her arm. Everything went without a hitch, and you must have ran through a pack or two of pocket kleenex. You’d never be able to replicate the joy in your heart when your dad finally called Maggie his wife. 

To no one’s surprise, the reception started strong and continued to stay that way. The hall looked absolutely amazing, with round tables and white wicker chairs, beautiful flower centerpieces. In the few-hour long break between the ceremony and the reception, Sonya, Harriet, and Brenda’s attitudes have kicked up in suspicion, but all things considered, you simply brushed it off. You had a lot more to worry about today than their behavior, and one of those things was your speech. 

All of your friends sat at a table near the front, watching your uncle wrap up his speech. Thomas and Chuck were going to do one as the best men, but didn’t quite know what to say, so they passed that duty onto Mark. One of Maggie’s friends offered to do the same for you, but you had already started with an idea, and this was too important to pass off. 

With shaking hands and messily written index cards, you stepped up to the microphone next to your parents table, smiling at the people around you. You kept your eyes on Maggie and your dad, though, for the most part. 

Clearing your throat, you leaned into the mic and began your speech. “I know that there’s a lot of people here who might not exactly know who I am, but I’m very glad to be here to share this day with all of you. I’m the daughter of the groom, and my name is Y/n. I want to start by congratulating my dad and Maggie, who I can say, deep in my heart, I know were meant to be together. Sure, it took them a while, but I guess finding ‘The One’ takes time, right?” You took a deep breath, adjusting the cards in your hands, finding that you didn’t need them any more. “I’ve only known Maggie for about four years, but she’s one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. I’ll forever be grateful for all of the things she’s helped me and my dad through, and for always being there. Maggie, you and your boys have changed everything in our lives, and there won’t be a day that I won’t be thankful for that. You showed my dad how to love again, and you didn’t hesitate for a second to share that love with me, too.” 

You were only looking at Maggie, now, eyes wet with tears and a smile stretching your face. “And it’s because of that love and dedication that I am proud to be here today, with all our friends and family, and be able to call you my mom.” 

You watched the emotions change on your parents faces and laughed lightly. “I can only finish this off by saying that I hope that everything the both of you want out of life comes to you, and to tell you that I love you both to the moon and back.” 

Quietly, you stepped away from the microphone and walked over to an already standing Maggie, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“I love you so much, honey,” she whispered, kissing the side of your head. 

You squeezed her tight, tucking your face into her neck. “I love you, too, mom.”

After you let go and sat down, you glanced over at your dad to find him trying his best to hide his tears. He hadn’t been doing so well, considering you could see the shine of tears building on his waterline. 

Dinner and cake came after the speeches finished, both of which were delicious — you made a mental note to personally tell Jorge how good the cake was — and made you heavily consider taking seconds, despite knowing you would pay for it later with a stomach ache. 

Soon enough, the dance floor filled with people, and you searched out your friends to spend more time with them. 

You found them easily, the seven of them clumped into one corner of the room, just by the hall’s main entrance. They greeted you warmly, talking over one another about the food and the speeches. You told them everything about your day so far, and how proud and elated you were that the wedding finally happened. It was only when you were getting into how hectic things had been at the house that Gally’s phone rang, and suddenly the whole group went quiet. 

He stepped away, answering the phone and nodding like the person on the other line could see him. Everyone was looking at him, cheeky smiles on their faces as Gally came back, tucking his phone back into the pocket of his slacks. 

“What was that all about?” You asked him. 

Gally smiled at you, something he didn’t do all that often, a playful gleam in his eye. “Wanna go for a drive?”

“Why?” Your brows cinched as you dragged out your question, glancing between everyone as a slight chill ran up your spine. 

“He’s got a surprise for you, that’s why.” Brenda nudged you. “Just go, I promise it’ll be worth it.” 

You looked between everyone wearily before following Gally out to his car, not bothering to grab your coat. Your heart was racing with every step, the anticipation and confusion building in your head. Brenda said it was worth the trip, but you just didn’t know what was going on. Not to mention everyone’s odd behavior…

After driving around for a few minutes, Gally pulled into the school parking lot. A light flurry of snow had begun to fall, dusting the grass and pavement, and slightly impairing your vision as you looked around from the passenger’s seat. “Gally, why are we at the school?”

The boy looked up from his phone with a smirk. “You’ll see.”

Not a moment after he finished his sentence, your phone pinged from your dress pocket. Your heart stopped when you pulled it out, reading the new message in your notifications. ‘Come to the willow tree’

It was from Newt.

You looked up at Gally, who’s smile widened as he nodded toward the field. 

“He’s waiting for you,” Gally said, and you had to remember how to breathe. 

With one final, reassuring nod, you exited the car, bracing against the cold as you raced to the willow tree. Through the flurries, you made out Newt’s figure by the tree, and stopped yourself from running any further. 

Once you were able to move your legs again, you took it slower, walking through the thin layer of accumulating snow, picking up your dress to make it less likely for you to trip. With every step, you could make out Newt’s figure a little clearly, and it made the ache in your chest grow larger. 

You came to a stop under the tree’s canopy of dead leaves, providing some protection from the snow. Newt was wearing a black suit, and you couldn’t deny how great he looked in it. He was still staring at his shoes and picking at his fingernail when you stopped walking, almost as though he hadn’t heard you approaching him. 

Gripping the sides of your dress, you found the courage to speak up. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again.” 

Newt looked up from his shoes with a smile. “I lied.” 

“But that’s what you said, isn’t it? On Christmas. When you slammed the door in my face.” 

“I know what I said, and I’m sorry,” Newt sighed, stepping a bit closer. “I was a prick for saying it, too. I never should’ve done what I did, you didn’t deserve it.” He took a breath, running a hand through his hair and tucking a hand into one of his pockets. “Ever since the party, Sonya’s been telling me every day how upset you were. Hell, everyone was, and it’s been driving me mad ever since, because I hurt you, and I’ve never wanted to do that.” 

Teary-eyed, you opened your mouth to speak, but Newt continued. 

“I don’t care what Tommy thinks about us being together anymore. But I want us to be together. Hell, the only thing that kept me quiet about how I felt for so long — that stopped me from asking you out when we hung out together on our own for the first time — was how I thought he would react, or if he would disapprove of it. But I don’t care anymore. I love you, Y/n. More than anything. Staying away from you for so long has been killing me, and I can’t stand it anymore.” He stepped closer again, leaving only a few inches of space between you. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to follow you outside when you came to Mickey’s with Brenda. To apologize for what I said, for leaving you that night. To—” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “—to kiss you bloody senseless.” 

You stared up at the boy before you, the one you never thought would talk to you again, in awe of his words. After the bonfire, you never believed that Newt would say something like that to you, let alone plan something as intimate as this was. You blinked away tears for the fourth time that day and realized there was only one thing you could say at the moment. 

“So do it. Kiss me.” 

Newt closed the distance between your bodies, pulling you into him by the waist and pressing his lips to yours. Elation filled every inch of your body as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him as close as you were able, pouring all your love into the kiss. You felt one of Newt’s hands snake up your neck, palm splayed over your jaw as he tried in vain to pull you closer into his body. 

You wished you didn’t need air to breathe when you were forced to pull back, lipstick smeared on Newt’s swollen lips, and likely on your own, as well. But you still had one question to ask. 

“Why now?” You asked, smoothing the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I mean, after everything, why now? You spent two months pretending to hate me, so what changed?”

“The jacket.” Newt told you. “Sonya practically forced it into my hands after you left, and then she yelled at me for half an hour about how big of an idiot I was being, and how wrong it was for me to keep treating you the way I had been. After that… I sat on my bed for a while, holding the jacket and thinking about how right she was. About how much I missed you. After that, I knew I had to do something, so…” 

“So you planned all this?” You said, a coy smile spreading on your lips. “Just for me?”

Newt smiled wide, laughter bubbling in his throat. “Just for you, darling.” The nickname made your heart skip a beat, and your smile widened. “You shouldn’t be so surprised. You  saw what I did for you in New York. Making elaborate plans to see you happy isn’t anything new.”

Without another word, you pulled his head down to kiss him again. You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips as you kissed Newt, reveling in how amazing it felt to finally be able to kiss him. Just as you were pulling away, a thought crossed your mind. “Wait. What about Thomas? And our friends?”

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Newt laughed. “I don’t give a damn what Tommy thinks. I only care about you. And our friends have been in on it for the past week, love.” 

You smiled bright at the boy holding you, pulling him back into another searing kiss. 

Under the canopy of the willow tree, on the greatest day of your life so far, you got your movie-screen happy ending; and everything that happened to get it was entirely worth it.

series taglist: @heliads @ghostofscarley @badbatch-simp24 @virginia-peters @third-broparcelicito @lamolaine @yes-fangirl-things (open!)

[keepmeinmind-01]

wip wednesday 23/10

hi everyone and hope you're having a good week! here are my lines for this week :D

from "all i need", for @wizisbored @stonemaskedtaliesin:

CW: mentions of period-typical racism

Newt had no grand theory, no hypothesis about the roles of creatures or wixen—he only wanted the public to be less afraid and more appreciative, with his academic works simple and illustrative, his books comprehensive and designed for a wider audience.  With every letter, he felt the doubt return. He dared not to ask Theseus, as much as he wanted to, because the Auror Office had been specifically barred from the intel of the Department of Mysteries, and he worried his brother’s head might find some irrecoverable chopping block. In strict confidence, Leta had told him to release a statement, if he so wanted, positioning himself against the magical scientists drawing on the growing trend of Muggle eugenics. Tina had gone a little pale and admitted that she’d never been allowed in any of New York’s resorts, because of her being Jewish.  That, at last, had made him want to release something. The Ministry had posted it for him in a copy of the Prophet; that same week, a Muggle police officer had stopped Theseus and Leta as they’d come out of a riverside restaurant; and new intelligence Albus had given about Grindelwald’s tactical propensities had averted another planned massacre. 

from "never love an anchor 1908 part 4" (which weirdly is part 5, great job me in doing my file names), for @aparticularbandit @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @tamsinswriting @lizhly @kallisto-k @enigma-the-mysterious @loyal-house-of-lupin:

CW: referenced infertility

"Well," she said finally, letting the diagnostic spell fade, "it's certainly an unusual curse. Dark magic, without question, but with an interesting temporal component. Were you planning on having children, Mr Scamander?" Theseus's throat tightened. He'd never really thought about it before—or rather, he had carefully avoided thinking about it, the way he avoided thinking about most futures that didn't involve the Ministry. "I suppose that's not relevant now," he said quietly. "Not necessarily. There are treatments we can try. A regimen of specialised potions might be able to counteract the worst effects, though I should warn you they're not pleasant, and success isn't guaranteed." She pulled a piece of parchment from her desk and began writing out instructions in a neat, cramped hand. "Three times daily, with meals. The side effects can be...significant. Nausea, fatigue, occasional magical instability. And even if the treatment is successful, there may be lasting effects we can't predict." Theseus took the prescription, folding it precisely along its creases. His hands didn't shake—he was proud of that—but he could feel the tremors building under his skin, like the precursor to an earthquake. "Thank you," he said, his voice steady. "About the records—" "They'll be sealed, of course. Patient confidentiality." She hesitated. "Though given the nature of the curse, and who cast it..."

from "kmim thesleta flashbacks" for @sourb0i @auburnlaughter @whimsicalmeerkat:

CW a fight in which someone throws a vase

He knew he should stop, knew he was only making things worse, but the words kept coming, propelled by exhaustion and lingering alcohol and the image of that little girl's body that wouldn't leave his mind. "You want to talk about draining? Try walking on eggshells every day, never knowing if you're going to get the woman I fell in love with or someone who looks at me like she's measuring the best place to stick the knife. You bottle everything up, push people away, test them until they break—" The crystal vase sailed past his head before he could finish, missing him by inches. It shattered against the wall in an explosion of glass and early spring daffodils, water running down the wallpaper. Leta stood with her arm still extended, chest heaving, her eyes wild both a mixture of fury and horror. Theseus didn't flinch. If anything, his racing pulse began to slow, settling into an eerily familiar calm. His body remembered old lessons: when things started breaking, it was time to be still. Stay quiet. Don't provoke. Weather the storm. "Are you going to hit me next?" he asked, his voice perfectly neutral. "Go ahead." Instead, she turned and fled the kitchen, leaving him standing amid the glittering shards of broken crystal. Theseus didn't move for a long time. The coffee percolator bubbled and hissed, filling the kitchen with its rich aroma. Water continued to drip down the wall, the daffodils lying broken and scattered across the floor. His mother had given them that vase as a housewarming gift, he remembered distantly. She'd been so pleased to see him settling down, building a proper home with someone. From somewhere upstairs came the sound of drawers being yanked open, things being thrown around. The familiar sounds of packing, of leaving. His feet felt rooted to the floor, even as part of him screamed to go after her, to fix this. But he'd learned that lesson too—sometimes chasing only made them run faster. The morning sunlight caught the broken glass, sending rainbow refractions dancing across the kitchen walls. Beautiful, in its way. Destructive things often were.

and as part of the 2-for-1, from "kmim celebration/sudan" for @sourb0i @auburnlaughter @whimsicalmeerkat:

Rocking back and forth on his heels, he examined the vast range of jars the others had produced and started selecting a few, trying to ignore how discombobulated the sight of his hands reaching out to touch something solid made him feel. Pickled fronds of green cabbage, sesame seeds and grated carrot, bamboo shoots and broccoli stems, and a promising looking pair of jars that contained cucumber and chillies respectively. Leta had loved spicy food; he’d adapted his childhood’s bland palate of basic meals and skipped dinners for her.  This he could do. Cooking had always been a straightforward task for him—following steps, achieving results.  "That large jar is pickled radishes," Newt said. "But the red one next to it is actually preserved specimens of a rather fascinating fungus that grows on the Qilins' preferred grazing grounds. Best not to mix those up." Tina, who had been reaching for the red jar, quickly withdrew her hand. She moved to the sink instead, accidentally knocking the tap and spraying water in several unexpected directions.

[phantomraeken]

10 ships and lyrics you associate with them

OH HELL YEAH.. I'm way too excited for this.

Tagged by @th30ra3k3n

10. Scott x Kira

" oh but love grows where my rosemary grows! and nobody knows like me " - NEED I SAY MORE?

9. Minho x Newt

" if you're lonely no need to show me. if you're lonely come be lonely with me " - minho who feels unloved to newt who feels like everyone only likes him cause he's alby's right hand man

8. McCree x Hanzo

" she's balling for a guy, that cigarette it needs a light " - hanzo trying to help hanzo get over the whole thing with his brother and hanzo doing the same with mccree and his sister

7. Sam x Bucky

" don't blame yourself. cause you tried as hard as hell with the hand you were delt " - sam trying to convince bucky its not his fault and bucky convincing sam he deserves this

6. Stu x Billy

" the red means i love you " - self explanatory

5. Jay x Harry

" if your body matches what your eyes can do you'll probably move right through me on my way to you " - harry to jay who chooses to ignore his feelings

4. Steve x Sodapop ( platonic )

" i'm in love with someone who doesn't know i exist " - steve thinking soda is way too cool for him and soda thinking steve doesn't like him

3. Squid x Zigzag

" cotten candy skies, why cant you be mine? always on my mind " - Squid being in love with the oblivious Zigzag

2. Theo x Liam

" how could a heart like your ever love a heart like mine " - theo with his shattered heart to liams " perfect " heart that is also shattered ( but theo doesn't know )

1. Steve x Eddie

" theres glory ahead but our love will be forgotten. if my heart was still mine i would go to the bottom and apologize to you until the day it went rotten " - steve trying to apologize to eddie for everything that happened to him and eddie trying to tell steve that what happens to the kids is bound to happen

I HATE TAGGING PEOPLE! So anyone who wants! Tag me when you do so! I wanna see

[duffylin]

the chicago resident, doreen “duffy” lin, was heard blaring don’t delete the kisses / wolf alice this morning . the twenty six year old is a bartender / veterinary student in the city & has lived the west tower for nine months. since being here, they have been told to be stubborn, but also devoted, i guess we'll find out soon !

tw: parental death

BASICS.

name: doreen 'duffy' lin.

nickname: duffy. duff. dove. anything except doreen. whos that? don't know her.

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she / her.

age: 26.

date of birth: november 25th

place of birth: donegal, ireland.

spoken languages: english, cantonese, irish.

occupation: bartender / veterinary student.

education: zoology degree, currently a grad student

romantic orientation: bisexual.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

relationship status: single.

FAMILY.

parents: enya lin (50), flynn duffy (deceased).

siblings: daria lin (23), julian (half brother), some ex step-siblings.

maternal extended: sylvie lin (aunt), sebastian jelley (uncle-in-law), joy jelley (cousin), leo jelley (cousin), connor jelley (cousin).

paternal extended: ciaran duffy (uncle), maeve duffy (aunt) + cousins, doreen duffy (grandmother), keith duffy (grandmother).

pets: juzi + dubh (her two cats) - would love more.

PHYSICAL.

faceclaim: havana rose liu.

accent: mix between a donegal + dublin accent, softened since moving to the states

height: 5'5.

build: slim, muscular.

eye colour: jade green

hair: reddish - brown, wavy and cascading down to her back. very rarely puts it up outside of work.

tattoos: a couple scattered about.

piercings: ears.

distinctive features: freckles across her cheeks, more noticeable in the summer.

BACKGROUND.

star crossed lovers are often bound by tragedy. and, enya lin and flynn duffy were no exception. from the moment the lin family moved in across the duffy's, flynn was smitten. enya was utterly oblivious to his affection, but they quickly became inseparable friends. they always seemed to find their way back to each other, even after endless ups and downs. it wasn't until university that enya reciprocated his feelings, following a string of toxic relationships. but, once all their cards were on the table, that was it.  

marriage was never in their plans. it was one of the many things they always agreed on; money was better spent on their future. instead, they opened a small music venue in the heart of donegal. it was something they'd always talked about, but never imagined actually going.

a year after opening, enya discovered she was pregnant. her family were far more enthusiastic about the prospect than flynn's. his mother was still in hysterics over their decision not to marry, but mellowed after she found out the child was named after her. they welcomed doreen lin nine months later.

donegal is where she spent the three years of her life, surrounded by people who loved her. it's all a blur to her now, a distant memory, but they were some of the best days of her life. she was a tad spoilt, both sides of her family were to blame for that, and she adored being in nature. she was always bringing home little 'gifts' for the family, which typically included a newt or mouse or whatever little critter she stumbled on.

a trip to dublin is where disaster struck. since it's inception, the business had been thriving and they were even talking about expanding elsewhere in the country. flynn had gone down to meet an old university friend about potentially helming a new venue for them in the city. everything had been going smoothly until a wayward driver crashed into their car. a few hours later enya received the call that would change everything.

flynn's death broken enya - her mind, her soul, anything that held so tightly together by his presence shattered in an instance. he was her soulmate, a ribbon sewn into her very being that was slowly being undone and thrown into an abyss so dark it nearly consumed her. a darkness save one for one small light - doreen. so much of him was in her, so much that it almost pained her to look, and yet she couldn't look away. everything he had left, he'd left in her, from the locks he'd sworn weren't really ginger to the freckles that danced across her cheeks and impossibly emerald eyes.

to then discover she had a second child on the way, she would have burst into flames if it wasn't for her family. her younger sister was born, and the world became even heavier. she was named her daria, after the titular character, and she grew to be very much like her namesake as she got older.

for enya the business, as important as it had been to her, became background noise. it was now a painful reminder of everything she had accomplished with flynn, one she couldn't bare for much longer. she tried to keep afloat, for those around her and herself, but she was starting to drown. so, she sold up. she'd always hoped that the venue would stay as it was, but not long after she'd heard it'd been turned into some worker men's club.

duffy, as she now went by, was five years old when her mother packed up their stuff and moved them to dublin. her jobs frequently changed, so they often found themselves moving from town to city - it was a rather nomadic childhood from then. it was just the three of them, and it was perfect. until her mother had to ruin it by dating again. men that would steal all their money and leave them penniless, or would just treat them both like garbage. or worst of all, try and act like her dad. there was the rare instance of a good one slipping through the cracks, but they didn't last long.

she was fifteen when the promise of a job brought them to new york. her aunt, sylvia, had moved there to start up a magazine, and needed some help getting it off the ground. it was the change they needed. the three of them got a small apartment and settled into life there. the work paid enough to cover cost of the apartment, but to support themselves better, duffy ended up getting a job at the local zoo where she found her passion for animals grew.

duffy planned to go to university in new york, study zoology and stay home to save on accommodation (and because she'd miss them too much). after that, get a job working in animal rescue and get a place close by. the plan changed when her mother got married, which had come as an absolute shock. her mother had always been so anti--marriage and she just assumed dale was another failed relationship waiting to happen. when she'd been told of their engagement, she almost laughed. surely, he must have pushed her into it, she always thought - he always seemed like a walking pile of red flags to her. kids included. and, now she had a new baby brother. it was like a fever dream.

after graduating, she and her sister got a place together and she started working back at the zoo. finding rescue shelter jobs that weren't volunteer was extremely difficult, and as much as she wanted to take a step away from that area of the animal industry, she needed the money. so she decided to go to save up and go to veterinary school. chicago seemed like a viable option - it did help that her mother had just relocated there with her husband.

being near her mother again, it was like coming home. being near her step-dad, was not. they often clashed when she visited on weekends. and she always picked up on little things he did, and the way her mum changed around him. not a good change. and it wasn't just her noticing this, but her sister, and even enya herself - despite getting defensive when anyone said anything remotely close to the subject. but, she couldn't lie to herself. she was unhappy. she wasn't herself. his children hated her. her children weren't fond of him.

after one fateful chat (after one too many wines) with duffy and her sister, they all came to the conclusion that the reason she wasn't happy in many of her relationships was because she was gay. it was a truth accepted so easily, just like she had accepted duffy all those years ago. and, it explained so much, but it didn't change the love she had for a number of men in her life, including duffy's father - it was just not quite the love she thought.

both duffy and daria pushed their mother to tell dale. he may have been an absolute leech with terrible children, but surely he'd be understand. and in truth, duffy would never forgive her mother for not being true to herself. they had not expected dale to explode the way he had. he felt lied to, is something he kept repeating. the divorce, still ongoing, has been messy to say the least. mostly the custody of duffy's little brother.

nine months ago, duffy moved in with her enya at marina towers to support her through the divorce. it also happened to coincide with duffy's eviction notice after their partner destroyed their apartment during a party whilst she was away, not that she's going to let anyone know that. it's not something that she needs people worrying about. she recently got a job bartending to help out with extra cash on the weekends, whilst trying not to worry about what she's going to do after graduating in a couple years. she's doing too much, and it's starting to take a toll - she's trying not to let the cracks show.

PERONSALITY.

duffy, for as long as anyone can remember, has always been a devoted daughter and friend - to the point of perhaps being overbearing, especially in regards her family. she would drop anything for the people she cares about, even if it means sometimes neglecting her own needs. though, that can be a good excuse for ignoring problems in her own life, like breakups. why deal with your own problems, when you can deal with others? she's always fine even when she isn't basically. she's got a habit of putting way too much on her plate. working, studying, taking care of her family, trying to juggle a social life. she has a schedule and she likes to stick to it to manage it all, but lately it's becoming too much even for her. she's quite good at hiding her struggles but she's not been great - sleeping late, waking early. deep down, she doesn't know how much longer she can keep this up. she's outgoing but burns out after a while. she's always needed quite time, but she's been needing it more lately - just a place to escape, even if it means just sitting in silence with someone. her room is an organised mess which she prefers, so people touching her things is a no. if she believes she's right, it will take a lot of convincing to change her opinion.

MISC.

she wants to open her own veterinary clinic or go work as a nature reserve after graduating. she hasn't made her mind up yet.

has 2 cats, dubh and juzi.

she and her family travel to ireland twice a year. on her dad's birthday and the anniversary of his death. her mother had to skip his last birthday because of dale. boo. we hate dale.

lactose intolerant queen

hates to shop at lush in person - it's so utterly overwhelming in there for her so she just avoids it at all cost, which really sucks cause she loves their bath bombs.

barely ever sleeps and then wakes up super early - either from working late on weekends or studying late - it's starting to have a massive effect but she refuses to believe it and would rather people didn't worry. coffee / redbull fuels her at this point.

really wants to live on a houseboat like she did briefly as a kid.

became vegetarian after watching a documentary when she was eleven.

grows herbs and veg on the balcony of their apartment. she thought it'd be a good idea for her and her mother to do together when she's not working or studying.

pinterest (will add link soon)

WANTED CON.

mother dearest! - she and her mum are insanely close. and i'm going to be putting a wc out for her.

ex (really bad) - she's had two recent break ups. she got out of a relationship around the time she moved in with her mother. quite a bad breakup. the person they were dating had a party whilst they were away and pretty much destroyed their place and led to them getting evicted - she's avoided mentioning this to her mother for nine months.

ex (sorta bad) - this was in the last nine months, but quite short relationship. it ended because she wasn't investing enough into the relationship. they had a blast together, but they noticed she'd been putting to much on her plate with her family and school and work, and neglecting what they had as a result.

friends! i would love her to have some friends. whether that's surface level that she just sees around the building or something deeper. her mother is quite affable, so maybe people who she's met through her.

people who come into the bar she works at on weekends

friends to lovers - i'm a sucker for it. like, so much. her mother always taught her the basis for love should be friendship - not that she ever set a great example with that her dad.

if i think of anything else, i'll add it, but honestly, i'm down to listen to anyone else's ideas too!

[impulsivewcrewrite]

Allegiances

< Cover | ToC | Prologue >

(Original names are italicized in brackets after the cat's description.)

ThunderColony

Leader

Bloom (Morning Glory)- blue molly [Bluestar]

Deputy

Ruddy (Penny)- tortoiseshell tom with a distinct red tail (mentor of Raven) [Redtail]

Druid(s)

Scarlet (Penny)- tortoiseshell molly [Spottedleaf]

Elder(s)

Sparrow (Dusk)- big dark brown tabby tom [Halftail] (head elder)

Shrew (Fieldfare)- gray tom with small ears [Smallear]

Patches (Oreo)- black and white patched tom [Patchpelt]

Lily*- blind and deaf pale gray molly [One-eye]

Amanita (Strawberry)- tortoiseshell molly [Dappletail]

Warriors

Rose (Poppyseed)- tortoiseshell molly with a pink tinted tail [Rosetail]

Honeycomb (Maria)- magnificent golden tabby tom (mentor of Pebble) [Lionheart]

Basil (Cornflower)- cream tabby molly

Tiger (Hollow)- big dark brown tabby tom with unusually long front claws [Tigerclaw]

Snowstorm (Snow)- fluffy white tom (mentor of Sandy) [Whitestorm]

Willow (Nuthatch)- gray molly [Willowpelt]

Nightshade (Willow)- black tabby tom [Darkstripe]

Stag (Lily)- brown tabby tom [Runningwind]

Mouse (Lily)- brown tabby molly [Mousefur]

Hornet (Basil)- cream tabby tom [Longtail]

Queen(s)

Speckle (Rhubarb)- pale golden tabby molly (camp queen) [Speckletail]

Frost (Inkcap)- white molly (mother to Juniper, Thorn, Shine, and Bracken) [Frostfur, Cinderkit, Thornkit, Brightkit, and Brackenkit]

Goshawk (Hedgehog)- gray tabby molly [Brindleface]

Buttercup (Maria)- golden tabby molly [Goldenflower]

Apprentice(s)

Raven (Robin)- black and white tom [Ravenpaw]

Sandy (Maggy)- light yellow tabby molly [Sandpaw]

Pebbles (Willow)- gray tom [Graypaw]

ShadowColony

Leader

Shatter (Garlic)- dark brown tabby with kinked tail [Brokenstar]

Deputy

Shrike (Holly)- white tom with black paws (mentor of Wolf Spider) [Blackfoot]

Druid(s)

the Mog (Saffron)- large gray molly with yellow protruding fangs [Yellowfang]

Slug (Garlic)- gray and white tom [Runningnose]

Elder(s)

(None)

Warriors

Newt (Bindweed)- old short black-and-ginger tabby molly [Newtspeck] (head elder)

Foxglove (Trinity)- dark gray molly [Darkflower]

Comfort (Rat)- brown scarred tom (mentor of Tiny) [Clawface]

Tangle (Garlic)- light grayish brown tabby molly [Tangleburr]

Wise (Holly)- gray tom (mentor of Cowslip) [Flintfang]

Proper (Beverly)- gray speckled tom [Frogtail]

Amity (Beverly)- gray molly [Ashheart]

Noble (Patience)- brown tabby tom with a stumpy tail (mentor of Reason) [Stumpytail]

Humble (Patience)- thin gray tom [Cinderfur]

Grace*- brown molly [Applefur]

Ranger(s)

Noodle*- dark ginger molly [Russetfur]

Antler (Garlic)- brown tabby tom [Deerfoot]

Thyme (Storm)- tall brown tabby molly [Tallpoppy]

Prudence (Holly)- pale calico molly (mentor of Peace) [Fernshade]

Howl (Dart)- gray tom [Wolfstep]

Mercenaries

Forest (Katniss)- black and white molly (mentor of Yew)

Cobalt (Midnight)- gray scarred tom

Duke (Alice)- white tom with orange spots

Ram*- light brown tabby tom (brother of Lacy)

Lacy*- light brown tabby molly (sister of Ram)

Queen(s)

Saffron (Chanterelle)- black and white molly (camp queen) [Brightflower]

Parasol (Slush)- ginger tabby molly (mother to Love and Dignity) [Dawncloud, Blossomkit, and Swampkit]

Crystal*- brown molly (pregnant visitor)

Apprentice(s)

Reason (Newt)- large brown tom [Brownpaw]

Tiny (Newt)- short brown tabby tom [Littlepaw]

Cowslip (Foxglove)- gray tabby tom [Wetpaw]

Peace (Fang)- black and white tom [Whitepaw]

Yew (Shatter)- white molly [Snowpaw]

Wolf Spider (Shatter)- large dark brown tom [Ratpaw]

RiverColony

Leader

Storm (Rain)- brown tabby with a twisted jaw [Crookedstar]

Deputy

Oak (Rain)- handsome reddish brown tom [Oakheart]

Druid(s)

Mud (Heron)- speckled brown tom [Mudfur]

Elder(s)

Hemlock (Fen)- light gray molly [Lilystem] (head elder)

Pool (Flicker)- gray molly with yellow eyes [Graypool]

Warriors

Ripple (Coraline)- elderly silver tabby tom [Rippleclaw]

Creek (Otter)- pale brown tabby molly [Sedgecreek]

Whirligig (Mist)- black tom [Beetlenose]

Vole (Mist)- gray tom [Voleclaw]

Ember (Dawn)- ginger molly (mentor to Sprout) [Emberdawn]

Buck (Hemlock)- brown tabby tom [Heavystep]

Huckleberry (Shimmer)- black tom [Blackclaw]

Snapdragon (Starling)- speckled golden molly [Leopardfur]

Misty (Pool)- blue molly [Mistyfoot]

Stone (Pool)- thick blue tom (mentor to Petal) [Stonefur]

Skyler (Jana)- brown tabby molly [Skyheart]

Cliff (Paddle)- black tom with a white paw [Whiteclaw]

Ranger(s)

Cattail (Otter)- pale gray tabby tom (mentor to Aurora) [Reedtail]

Frog (Lake)- gray tom [Frogleap]

Mercenaries

Captain- dark gray tabby tom

Baja Blast (Minky)- black and white molly

Clover (Iris)- yellow tabby tom

Hound (Kiki)- light brown tabby molly

Queen(s)

Flow (Paddle)- brown tabby molly [Grasswhisker] (camp queen)

Otter (Ruby)- brown tabby molly [Ottersplash]

Arum (Brooke)- tortoiseshell molly [Mosspelt]

Apprentice(s)

Sprout (Hemlock)- brown tabby molly with green eyes [Greenflower]

Petal (Hemlock)- dark gray molly [Shadepelt]

Aurora (Watermint)- silver tabby molly [Silverstream]

WindColony

Leader

Magpie (Birdy)- tall black and white tom [Tallstar]

Deputy

Cricket (Ginger)- black tom with a twisted foot (mentor to Wren) [Deadfoot]

Druid(s)

Peat (Bracken)- brown tom with a short tail [Barkface]

Elders

Tranquil (Night)- black tom [Crowfur] (head elder)

Warriors

Raincloud (Jay)- light gray and white tom [Cloudrunner]

Gobble (Posy)- gray molly with green eyes (mentor to Butterfly) [Plumclaw]

Apple (Swing)- light pinkish cream molly [Appledawn]

Rocky (Dormouse)- brown tom [Stagleap]

Doe (Dormouse)- brown molly [Doespring]

Rye (Dormouse)- brown tabby molly (mentor to Rooster) [Ryestalk]

Pigeon (Ginger)- gray and white tom [Pigeonflight]

Aster (Boots)- light brown molly [Wrenflight]

Fly (Birdy)- white tom [Flytail]

Rabbitdown (Birdy)- brown molly [Rabbitear]

Gristle (Birdy)- black and white tom (mentor to Brook) [Bristlebark]

Egg (Trill)- ginger molly

Whisper (Rye)- gray speckled tom [Tornear]

Spruce (Rye)- brown speckled tom [Mudclaw]

Leo (Bailey)- ginger tabby tom (mentor to Chirp) [Brushpaw]

Noon (Gobble)- tortoiseshell molly [Thrushwing]

Marble (Gobble)- gray tom [Stoneclaw]

Queen(s)

Rosehip (Ginger)- brown tortoiseshell molly [Sorrelshine] (camp queen)

Chime (Sheep) - gray molly with longer fur around her paws (mother to Chatter, Glen, Eagle, and Daffodil) [Ashfoot, Eaglekit, Hillkit, and Downkit]

Tune (Raspberry)- light tortoiseshell molly [Morningflower]

Apprentice(s)

Brook (Gobble)- gray tabby molly [Runningpaw]

Chirp (Gobble)- gray molly [Robinpaw]

Wren (Aster)- brown tabby tom with noticeably long whiskers [Onepaw]

Butterfly (Rosehip)- white and tortoiseshell molly [Whitepaw]

Rooster (Rosehip)- gray tabby tom [Webpaw]

Outsiders

Elder's camp

Crabgrass (Woodruff)- old black tabby molly [Crowtail]

Night (Rat)- white flecked black tom with breathing issues [Nightfur]

Aspen (Trust)- young gray tom with mobility issues [Ashfur]

Holly (Damson)- dark gray and white molly [Hollyflower]

Dove (Gracious)- pale gray and white molly [Poolcloud]

Modesty (Ragwort)- old brown tabby molly [Featherstorm]

Arch (Zest)- gray tabby tom [Archeye]

Vole (Fang)- light brown tom [Volewhisper]

Kittypets

Rusty- red tom

Smudge- black and white tom

*an asterisk notes that this cat's mother is unknown

[fluorescentpipedream]

Ares - The God of War needed a new picture, I found this the other day and really liked it from Voltaire’s Insta. Ares -has- been exiled due to the “game” he and Loki have been playing for well over a millennia that was shattered by Sara and her travels through time. He’s up to something, though I can’t figure out exactly what is going on. But if I’ve learned anything about my characters, when they want an update, something's brewing. 

Xavier Medici - I finally managed to settle on a good picture for Xavier, though it’s not mine, I found it somewhere and I’m pretty sure it’s actually a painting. But...it works! Xavier has been one of the ones behind the scenes of Section for most of its inception, bringing in Justice Malone to work with him and Jurgen Uri in order to wrangle in some of the supernatural forces existing under the normal world. 

Jón Kristiansen - 38-ish years old, former performer for Cirque Du Soleil, classically and modernly trained ballet dancer, recently divorced and looking to do something more contemporary with his talents. His nickname is JJ, I think because his middle name starts with a J too, but it’s got a complicated spelling so he doesn’t typically use it. “Icelandic heritage, go figure” More recently he’s done choreography for several blockbuster films including La La Land and the unfortunate Cats remake. He doesn’t like to claim that one, who can blame him?

He is recently divorced, after 10yrs with his husband he was accused of cheating with a younger musician, which he was not doing. The 20-something was a friend, nothing else. His ex got most things in their settlement so he’s looking to pick up the pieces and do something new

Wizarding World characters!

Firstly, I changed Orion Marcone to someone else, and I know the robe looks weird but I’m kind of proud of it. Orion is the grandson of Newt Scamander and is just like him. A little autistic, a little hyper and obsessed with the care and treatment of magical creatures (and he likes a lot of Muggle things too, he’s got a small collection of miscellaneous muggle items like marbles and some other things he’s found interesting). Orion works closely with Hagrid down in the Magical Menagerie, an offshoot greenhouse type building made especially for his grandfather’s creatures. Inside there’s a Niffler, a Demiguise and a wider variety of magical beasts for the students to learn about, understand and know how to identify and protect. 

Daegon Targaryen - Daegon is the middle brother of the Targaryen family and dangerous when provoked. He works for the Ministry as an Auror though he’s not so much about catching the Dark Wizards as he is doing what he can to keep certain ones from being found. He and his sister Seraphina (sp?) are a couple though when she turns to Barty Crouch Jr when he steps up as the Dark Lord. Daegon serves no one but his family and himself and has intention on taking over as the Minister of Magic once Barty’s vision is finally realized. (Barty will end up changing his name to Emeric Crouch shortly after taking over as the Dark Lord, there’s nothing less intimidating than Barty)

Geralt Targaryen - Geralt is the eldest of the family and in love with his youngest sister, Beatrice, whom he takes a very dominant position over. He has been traveling off and on throughout the magical world, I’m not sure what he does exactly but he’s been in Romania working with dragons since the family is known as the only remaining dragon riders in the world. He commands a massive Ukranian Ironbelly, and though he doesn’t like the Weasleys much, he will work with them. When his sister tells him that she’s taken up the right hand of the new Dark Lord it sparks a bit of confusion until he finds out what happened to Voldemort then commits the dragons of his brood to Barty (Emeric). 

Thom Lanier Crouch (Targaryen) - The only biological son of Barty Crouch and Seraphina Targaryen, Thom is a 5th year Slytherin who has some interesting abilities due to his family being dragon riders and almost always dark wizards. He has the ability to use a form of the Imperious Curse in his voice, without actually casting the spell directly in order to influence people to do what he wants. He starts out his time in Hogwarts being friends and later wanting to be more than friends with the muggle born Diana Vaughn though when things at home take a turn, he attempts to turn Kristy Summers to the Dark arts so her ancient magic can be used to help with the revolution his mother and father are planning. Tom’s heart isn’t really in it and after seeing what kind of damage the ancient magic can do, he turns his back on his family in order to help his friends and go back to Diana, if she’ll have him. 

Kadence “Kai” Hightower - Auror for the Ministry of Magic and MACUSA, he is also Percival Graves’ former brother in law. After his little brother turned dark on him and his husband, Kai sought a way to recover from the pull of the darkness himself. He and his brother had always been close. Kai was first introduced to Evelyn Monroe when she met Percy the first time to get her mark removed and start down her own path as an Auror. He fell in love with her quickly and they spent quite a bit of time together, but because she was in mourning of her lost son and the supposed death of her husband, Barty, he didn’t make a move too quickly to get into her favor, but rather set himself up as a friend and consort should she need a shoulder to fall on. When the darkness sets in over London as a new Dark Lord rises to power from the ashes of the last, Kai takes a transfer from MACUSA to the Ministry and is brought on as an extra hand at Hogwarts for the security of the students. 

[miqotepotatoe]

Ninjago Amphibia Swap AU: True Colours Ending

Content warning for blood

wc: 1519

"That's the thing about friends isn't it, the more you love them the more it hurts when they go. Allow me to demonstrate." 

And with those words, Andrias let go of Sprig, sending the frog child plummeting from the flying castle towards his demise. Hop Pop and Polly cried out in despair, another member of their fractured family gone in an instant. Everyone else in the room was too shell shocked to say a word, horrified at what the disgraced king just did. 

The whole room fell silent around Cole, as memories of his own tragic fall back when the Oni invaded Ninjago came rushing back, but unlike back then they weren't in a city, they were in another realm filled with nature, and there weren't any buildings for Sprig to miraculously crash into. He was gone. The child who found him wandering in the wilds, gave him a home, quickly grew into his new little brother, was gone. 

Sadness quickly morphed to rage towards the king. He had to pay for the blood that's been spilled, ninja honor be damned! From atop its pedestal, the blue gem in the Calamity Box flickered in reaction to Cole's emotions, the faint connection growing stronger as the stone's power flowed towards the Earth Ninja. 

"No it can't be…" Andiras's satisfied expression quickly morphed to shock as the room began to fill with blue light being emitted from both the stone of Heart and Cole. The stones were supposed to be charged, the ninja's connections to the stones severed, how is this possible!?

While everyone was distracted by Cole, Jay leaped out of the window, narrowly avoiding the lasers being fired at him by the frobots. He whistled, calling his giant bluejay, Ozone, to his side, and leaped onto the steed's back, diving down to where Sprig fell. 

As more of the stone's power flowed into Cole, his raven treads turned blue, the leaves and twigs tangled into it blossomed and grew. His lava arms had activated, also glowing with the same blue aura that surrounded him. 

"What's going on!?"

"I don't know!? Maybe it's a human ninja thing or something!"

Kai watched in shock at what was happening to his friend. It wasn't at all like a True Potential or the Spinjitzu Burst or any other insane power the ninja often unlocked during crazy quests. "This is not a human or a ninja thing…"

"Give him back…" Cole's voice echoed around the room as the power finally settled into him. His teary, rage filled eyes locked onto Andrias, no longer the usual mismatched brown and green but the same glowing blue as his hair and aura. He had to pay.

"GIVE! HIM! BACK!!!!"

Power erupted from the Earth Ninja as he vanished, the blue flash destroying nearby frobots. Andrias frantically looked around the room for the boy, his guard down, not noticing a flash of blue dive towards him. The goliath newt was sent flying across the room with a single punch. Quickly recovering, Andiras balled his fists together and sent them crashing towards the ground where Cole stood, hoping to crush the ninja like a fly. The king lifted his fists to find nothing in the crater he created, the ninja slipped out of the way at just the last second. Noticing the blue glow from the corner of his eyes, Andrias looked up to find the pest on the ceiling, gritting his teeth as he stared down at the king with rage filled eyes. Getting desperate to take the ninja down, he ordered the remaining frobots to fire everything they had at Cole, but he dodged every lazer and missile as he dived down at the king, charging up an attack in his magma infused fists. The attack destroyed all the frobots and sent everyone in the room flying, but Andiras was still standing, having conjured up a magic shield to protect himself from the black ninja's onslaught. He tried to push back, letting out a roar, but the ninja was stronger, the stone's power shattering the shield, sending Andrias flying. 

The newt looked up at the ninja, panting with exhaustion as the stone's power began to fade. The blind blue aura vanished, his hair and eyes returning to their regular colours, arms reverting back to flesh as the ninja collapsed from exhaustion, the power too much for him to handle. The Plantars immediately rushed to Cole, checking to see if their unofficial member was alright. Cole sat up, exhausted but alive. He was immediately caught off guard by a pink blur rushing to hug him, his confused expression morphing into shock as he saw it was Sprig.

"Sprig!? You're alive!? But how!?"

"Jay caught me just in time!"

Cole had little time to process his little brother's miraculous rescue when a shadow loomed over the family. They all looked up to see Andrias standing over them, beaten and rugged from Cole's onslaught, flaming sword drawn.

"I have to admit, even I'm surprised. Somehow you've still got the gift kid. Which means, I can't let you live."

Andiras raised his sword, prepared to strike the Earth Ninja down, but the castle began to rumble, the thrusters keeping it aloft began to power down. Andrias looked towards the power pedestal, and the Calamity Box was gone. The sounds of a portal being formed filled the room, as by the throne Jay crouched down, fiddling with the box in his hands. 

"Please work, please work, please work…" 

The portal flashed to life in front of Jay. Andrias immediately rushed towards the Lightning Ninja, his focus now on getting the box back before he loses it again. He is halted by Kai and Grime, the Fire Ninja calling out to Cole before fire engluths his dual katanas.

"Grime and I will hold him off! Get out of here quick!" 

Sprig and Hop Pop helped Cole get up, Polly dragging Frobo's disembodied head behind her as the four made their way towards the portal. Who knew where it went, but one thing for sure, they had to get out of here. 

"Hurry up guys!" Jay called out. The Plantars and Cole entered the portal. Looking back for a second, Cole saw as Andrias swatted Kai and Grime away as if they were moths and dash towards the group. 

"Jay, hurry!" 

"Hold on I just gotta-"

Jay's words were cut off. His eyes widened with shock. He looked down to see a flaming sword protruding from his chest, stained in blood. His blood. Blood began to drip down from the wound, staining the floor beneath Jay's feet crimson. Andrias stood behind Jay, bloodied sword in his hand, staring down at the blue ninja currently impaled on his sword.

"Now look what you've made me do."

Tears began to well up in Jay's eyes as he gazed upon Cole, whose eyes were filled with shock and fear as he simple stared at the sword in Jay's chest, the pool of blood beneath Jay's feet, Jay's pale fear filled freckled face as he realized this was his end.

"C-Cole… I'm…sorry…"

"JAY!!!!"

Jay collapsed as the sword withdrew itself from his body, the Calamity Box falling out of his hands, crashing into the floor emitting a flash of light. The last thing Cole saw before everything went white was Jay collapsed in a pool of his own blood, unsure if the Lightning Ninja was alive or not.

***

Nya was sweeping up the leaves that had blown over from the forests down below the mountain where the monastery stood. It's almost been six months since Kai, Jay and Cole disappeared. She knows they used that box from the Explorer's Club, thanks to surveillance footage, but who knows where the boys ended up. They've already checked all the realms they could travel to with traveler's tea, meaning all they could do was wait until they found their own way back, just like when they were sent to the First Realm and the Never-Realm. Nya hated being unable to do anything while her brother, yin and best friend were stuck in another realm. What if they couldn't find a way back, or something bad had happened to them there.

Nya's worrisome thoughts were interrupted by a blinding flash of white, the shockwave ruining her afternoon's work. When the light faded, what appeared before her was something out of fantasy. A trio of giant frogs, an elderly orange one, a youthful pink one, and a pink tadpole with a bow on its head. They sat up, looking around at their new surroundings in awe and confusion. The fourth figure then sat up, and upon seeing them Nya dropped the rake as she clasped her mouth in shock. 

A human man with dark skin and messy raven dreadlocks with leaves and sticks tangled in. He wore a sleeveless black ninja gi underneath a golden chestplate with orange highlights, matching the orange belt tied around his waist. He looked up and his mismatched brown and green eyes locked with Nya's grey, the green scar on the left side of his forehead glowing. 

"Cole….?"

[key-to-the-shadow]

The Angel ~ Chapter One

Surveillance ~ Chapter One (Newt X Female!OC)

❀ tropes: friends to lovers, found family, angst

❀: warnings: mentions of attempted suicide

❀: word count: 584 (most chapters will be longer)

❀: a/n: my goal is to make your heart shatter while reading this so if you don't like crying this isn't for you, this is barely proofread so if you find mistakes, feel free to let me know

master list ❀ story playlists ❀ cast list

next part ⇾

Surveillance

Sleep created a glass pane over my sight as I refused to look away from the screen. My fingers controlled the pad to my right as the body of the Beetle Blade slinked across the grass. I don't know how long I had been awake or what time it was, but I did know time worked the same in the Glade as it did in the compound; the sun had just crested above the horizon over the maze walls.

I took a sip of the energy drink before placing it down a little heavier than I'd meant to. I cursed myself for not being quieter. 

There were no cameras in this room because why would you put a camera in the surveillance room? 

The room was massive. About 30 rows spread across the floor, each station complete with a monitor and headset to listen in. The first 15 rows survey the compound and the large wall that was built around the circumference of the Last City. The last 15 rows, where I was, were the monitors that surveyed the four different mazes and the people inside of them. 

The people in Maze Trial A consisted of everyone I knew. I wasn't supposed to know them. I wasn't supposed to know anyone outside of my family. It had been 4 months since the majority of my friends disappeared. One of my friends vanished once a month. Another one will go up to the Glade today. I've been watching them ever since they left and it pained me to watch as they didn't remember each other. Gally and Minho used to be so close they called each other brother but now? Now Gally and Minho weren't on speaking terms. They'd forgotten everything. They'd forgotten me.

The sheet of sleep that had begun to grow heavy suddenly dissipated as I furrowed my eyebrows. The boy with sandy blonde hair I knew as Newt had started to run from the place he slept. He was running to the maze.

Frantically, I pushed the beetle blade further, making sure to stay close enough to see where he was going but far enough that he couldn't see me. The Gladers were known to demolish Beetle Blades on occasion. 

Newt ran into the maze and my heart began to beat in my ears. Newt was a runner but he wasn't wearing any of his gear and his best friend wasn't with him. I turned the Beetle Blade around to see if Minho was trailing behind but it seemed as if none of the other Gladers had woken up yet.

When I turned the Beetle back around, my heart dropped. Fear replaced the sleep in my eyes as Newt began to scale a nearby wall. They had already tried to climb the ivy and they knew the ivy lead nowhere. Newt knew the ivy lead nowhere.

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself. That's when it hit me. 

I watched in panic as I the boy let go of the ivy. Out of pure shock, I let out a scream, turning away from the monitor and pushing the chair I was sitting in back against the wall. The chair toppled to its side and I ran out of the room as fast as I could. 

I needed to go and help him. I didn't care what my mother wanted me to do. He was my friend. 

I would find a way into the Glade if it was the last thing I did.

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I posted 158 times in 2022

That's 158 more posts than 2021!

61 posts created (39%)

97 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 158 of my posts in 2022

#newt scamander - 111 posts

#fantastic beasts and where to find them - 60 posts

#autistic newt scamander - 56 posts

#my stuff - 56 posts

#tina goldstein - 49 posts

#newtina - 31 posts

#theseus scamander - 30 posts

#fantastic beasts fanfic - 30 posts

#fic: with its head under one wing - 26 posts

#fantastic beasts - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#also i have so much in my brain abt interwar history rn that no one understands my jokes rn bc they’re referencing events that are 90 year s

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello, Wizarding World fandom -

if this isn’t appropriate for every single war and relationship in your brain, then I don’t know what will be. Currently tearing up about Newt & Tina it’s fine

My knuckles were bruised like violets

Sucker punching walls

Cursed you as I sleep talked

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Tore your banners down

Took the battle underground

And maybe it was egos swinging

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25 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

#4

Jacob Kowalski doesn’t need magic to make chaos:

There is absolutely some reality out there in which Jacob shows up to a friends&family holiday party grinning like a loon, thinking he is THE funniest person in the world as he watches Newt and Bunty unwrap these: 

Newt blinks.

Bunty snorts a giggle.

Tina takes it upon herself to correct the punctuation while Queenie charms the words a brilliantly glittering gold—

At which the niffler in the depth’s of Newt’s pocket sniffs and leaps: 

It shatters a mug and tips over the menorah, setting the Christmas tree on fire in one chaotic swoop

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30 notes - Posted December 13, 2022

#3

Newt Scamander and Stimming: One of many possible examples

Not me watching clips of these movies over and over and over again because I’ve never seen someone who moves quite like me (and isn’t a manic pixie dream girl) represented in media.

Sorry, I couldn’t get it to download with captions. You can watch it with captions at this link.

32 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#2

I will die on the “Theseus & Newt actually love each other dearly they’re just wildly different people” hill. (Or, rather, they are similar people whose “means to the ends” just look very different.)

So have some adorable 8-year-old Newt and 16-year-old Theseus.

Also this is unedited forgive me the excessively long sentences

39 notes - Posted December 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Headcanon: Why do I feel like this sums up Theseus and Newt’s entire relationship / their entire family all the way back through childhood?

Blue screenshot from unposted chapter of fic x

Like…

Age 6: Newt’s dissection of a horklump is so precise his mum sends off his sketches and notes to the Hogwarts library and theseus doesn’t find out until the next spring when he’s scouring the stacks for a diagram for his Care of Magical Creatures final

Age 8: Newt’s mum puts him in Muggle primary school to help him learn social skills but the kids are boring and awful so Newt starts accidentally magicking himself into the woods outside the school for 2 weeks straight and just walks back to the yard for pick-up in the afternoons. Doesn’t tell anyone until the Ministry shows up at their house to ask his parents if they know their son’s been performing complex underage magic

Age 10: Newt gets bitten by a ridiculous number of doxies while investigating an infestation and his parents only find out when he passes out at the dinner table and Theseus only finds out when he comes home for Easter and asks his brother why his arm looks so lumpy and why he has a children’s ward hospital bracelet

Age 13: Leta bullies Newt into trying out for the Hufflepuff house team in September because they’re down players and he’s absurdly fearless when it comes to flying, and then he’s on the team for a full year, but his family only finds out when the Prophet covers the final matches of the Inter-house Cup in May, and Newt immediately quits after the final game (“it was cutting into my forest time!”), much to his brother’s chagrin

Age 14: Newt gets a school-wide award for an herbology essay on the scientific and magical distinctions between plant and animal characteristics in semi-sentient plants like venomous tentacula and devil’s snare and his family literally doesn’t find out until his expulsion hearing (but his mum still puts the award up on the wall anyway)

Age 16: Relatedly - Newt gets rather dramatically expelled but Theseus only finds out two days later when he runs into Newt in the DMLE corridor on his way to his hearing, because poor communication runs in the family and their father forgot to tell Theseus where he went Tuesday night after that barrage of Hogwarts owls showed up at 10PM

I could go on

why is this so funny to me

53 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

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[trippingontheescalator]

The Prettiest Way to Die

Perhaps he never noticed because he had long associated the disease with florid Victorian authors and their pale, beautiful heroines coughing delicately into their lace kerchiefs.

He didn't cough up blood, and he was certainly no more pale and beautiful than he was before, he lacked that delicate, Victorian attitude that faced death bravely but for a tremulous lip. He kicked a kaiju intestine back onto Newton's side of the lab. His leg buckled as pain shot through him – up his leg, through his hip, and into his spine – stealing the air right out of his lungs, the rant he was building up fizzling out until it was only a half-bitten whimper.

Tuberculosis continues to persist into the modern era. Over one million people die from it each year. Although pulmonary tuberculosis is the most common form of the disease, the bacteria that causes the disease can affect other parts of the body, including the bones and spine.

*****

Oh, hey, look at me finally watching an 11-year-old movie. I don't know if there is a canonical explanation for Hermann's use of a cane, I only just watched this movie last night, but this was an idea I had for it. Burn Gorman has the face of a sickly Victorian artist.

*****

Hermann swayed and rolled, and it was a little like being on a boat in choppy waters. He kept his eyes closed, he pictured the boat, he dipped his hand in the cool water, felt the waves lapping at his fingertips– the groaning started up again, those poor bastards that had fallen and were now carpeting the floor, the friends and neighbors and families standing on top of them, helpless to pull them back up. He couldn't move; they were tightly packed in, pressed shoulder to hip. A little girl was standing on top of his feet, her head tilted up so that she could take in mouthfuls of stale, dusty air.

They could hear the rhythmic thuds of the kaiju walking above them. With each step it took, the earth shuddered, the lights flickered, dust rained down on top of him. At least the screaming had stopped, the voices long grown hoarse. Where were the Wei Tang Brothers? Why hadn't they arrived yet?

There came a new sound, just as earth-shattering as before, but even through the layers of concrete he could hear the grind of metal-on-metal and the angry shrieks of the kaiju above. Crimson Typhoon had finally arrived.

When they finally exited the shelter, twelve corpses had been left behind– suffocated or trampled. Hermann thought of numbers and weather forecasts; if he could just predict– he grabbed the hand of a man in Hawaiian-print shirt, let him help pull him up out of the dirty, airless hole in the ground. If he could perfect his model– bad days and good days, when best to seek shelter, when to stay in the Shatterdome, when it is safe to venture into the city. Kaiju activity at 75% chance. Please remain underground until conditions improve.

*****

Newt wasn't worried. Hermann was not the sort to just die; the thought of walking into their laboratory every day and not seeing Hermann's scowling face was incomprehensible. He'd probably scold the kaiju right back into the Breach. Pentecost should just give the man a megaphone. The war would be won in a week.

Newt didn't run to medical when he heard Hermann had made it back to the Shatterdome; he walked, like a normal person who had completely normal feelings for his… rival? Colleague? Man with whom he waged war with every time they got a shipment of supplies. Dude was possessive over his chalk.

Speaking of chalk, Hermann looked like he was covered in it when Newt finally spotted him. He looked like a ghost, caked in dust and debris, but no worse for wear as he was poked and prodded by the doctors.

Newt whistled as he stopped in front of the cot Hermann was sitting on. “I hope that's not asbestos.”

Hermann's voice was hoarse and whispery as he started to chew Newt out, “If you're quite done with–” was as far as he got before breaking into a coughing fit.

Newt helpfully smacked him on the back as Hermann leaned over to cough, sending a shower of white dust to fall on the tiled floor. The glare Hermann shot him could skin a cat.

*****

Hermann doesn't notice the symptoms. Perhaps because he never took much care of himself to begin with; hunched over a desk, teetering on a ladder as he wrote equation after equation, the mere fact he wasn't a twenty-something college student anymore, all contributed to back problems.

Or perhaps he never noticed because he had long associated the disease with florid Victorian authors and their pale, beautiful heroines coughing delicately into their lace kerchiefs. The women declared, they never saw death so lovely before: and she looked as if in an easy slumber, the colour having not quite left her cheeks and lips.

He didn't cough up blood, and he was certainly no more pale and beautiful than he was before, he certainly lacked that delicate, Victorian attitude that faced death bravely but for a tremulous lip. He kicked a kaiju intestine back onto Newton's side of the lab. His leg buckled as pain shot through him – up his leg, through his hip, and into his spine – stealing the air right out of his lungs, the rant he was building up fizzling out until it was only a half-bitten whimper.

He had enough heating pads covering his mattress that it probably constituted a fire hazard. The pain grew worse and worse until it was almost a constant. You're getting old, he thought as he limped into the laboratory, ignoring Newton's little comments, “Need me to get you a walker, grandpa?” “Eat something, will you? You can’t live off math alone.” “Don’t slouch, you’ll get a hunchback.” – an old wives’ tale, and Newton knew that.

And the worst one of all, “Maybe you should go to medical.”

He wasn't concerned, not until he woke up one morning and discovered he had lost all feeling in his legs. Unable to move from the waist down, he had fallen onto the floor. He wouldn't be able to reach the door handle from his position and so he had crawled as best he could to bang on the wall that separated his quarters from Newton's.

Medical ran a battery of tests. There was a slew of data: abscesses in his femur and hip, swollen joints, kyphosis, the destruction of the L1-L2 disc, and anorexia. Hermann hotly debated that last one. He was starving himself, that was ridiculous. He just wasn’t hungry. His appetite had evaporated and he had been so consumed with work, with the end of the world, that he hadn’t even noticed.

“The skin test came back positive,” the doctor said. “We’re looking at extrapulmonary tuberculosis of the spine. Pott’s Disease, to be specific.”

“Tuberculosis is a lung disease.” He remembered that much from La Bohème at any rate. “I haven’t had so much as a cold.”

“No, you wouldn’t. There are no symptoms during the latent period. By the time it reached the active stage, yours had already moved out of the lungs and into the spine. Don’t worry,” the doctor said, with a smile. “This isn’t the 1800s. There are treatments. We’ll need to schedule you for surgery and get you started on antibiotics.”

*****

Hermann is stubborn. He was supposed to be resting. Instead, he had wheeled himself into the lab and was glaring up at his chalkboard as if it had pissed in his cereal. Newt couldn’t see it underneath the trousers he had somehow managed to wrestle on, he knew there were long scars running up his thigh and hip where they had cut away the abscesses. He had another upcoming surgery scheduled for his spine.

“You know, you’ve a good prognosis,” Newt casually stated, not looking at Hermann directly but instead continuing his examination of the kaiju skin parasite. “Paraplegia from tuberculosis can usually be reversed with treatment.”

“And you know so much about the subject,” Hermann turned his nose up at him.

“Biologist, dude.”

“Soft science,” Hermann insisted.

“Excuse me? Biology is not a soft science!”

He wheeled over to Newt, picked up a pencil, and poked at a kaiju eyeball left on a dissecting tray. It rippled. “Soft,” he insisted. “And gooey.” This was said with an exaggerated shiver.

“Hey, hey! Get back on your side! No crossing the line!”

They lapsed into the silence. It lasted for nearly thirty minutes when both their phones went off, nearly at the same time. A reminder to take their medicine. Hermann was taking Rifampicin, Isoniazid, Ethambutol and Pyrazinamide– he would be on them for at least six months, if not a year or more. Newt’s particular flavour of drug cocktail at the moment was Lamictal, Seroquel, Lithium, and Cymbalta. He wasn’t sure if he liked this combination or not. He might have to talk to his doctor again.

*****

Hermann had to admit it to himself: this was as good as it was going to get.

He can walk, at least, though he needed a cane. He hid the unnatural curve of his spine underneath baggy sweaters and jackets. He took ibuprofen to cope with the pain, until he developed a stomach ulcer. Then his doctor told him to stop. No matter. He would make do. There were no other options.

He bickered ferociously with Newton as they made their way to their laboratory. Newton kept pace with him. Arguing wouldn’t be as much fun if he had to yell at the back of Newton’s head. When they reached their shared space, Newton yanked the door open and gestured angrily to get inside. Hermann took his sweet time doing so, his cane clicking against the floor with a deliberate slowness.

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Pac 10 Haze Shatter

[parchmentmischief]

The Dead Stay Dead

Theseus Scamander x witch!reader

Strangers to lovers, Major character death warning

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Jacob Kowalski is nothing if not willing to expand his beliefs about the world. So when he hears Theseus and Newt talking about Leta… well, he suggests the cards.

After all, his mother had the skill and hers always seemed to come out weirdly right in ways you didn’t expect it.

…

You can see the dead, and even though the wizards standing before you would classify you as a muggle, you and your ancestors are magick practitioners, through and through.

…

The cards tell you anything you ask, but that doesn’t mean it’s always what the patrons want to hear as the answers to their questions.

Usually, the people coming into the tarot shop your mother runs are there for a laugh. Sometimes they’re here already looking for a specific answer.

Will he marry me?

Does she love me?

Is my loved one waiting for me on the other side?

Typical, run of the mill questions. The type of questions you didn’t have to pick up the cards to answer, really. It’s like they’re thinking so hard that the answer appears scrawled in charcoal in front of their face.

You’ve never had a wizard come looking for answers in a tarot shop before.

There’s firsts for everything.

Jacob Kowalski is nothing if not willing to expand his beliefs about the world. So when he hears Theseus and Newt talking about Leta… well, he suggests the cards.

After all, his mother had the skill and hers always seemed to come out weirdly right in ways you didn’t expect it.

…

“Hello, gentlemen. How can I, er, assist you?” You can smell the magic on the two brothers from almost down the street. Their third companion though was much shorter, and decidedly human.

“We’re here with some questions for your cards, if you have time.” the shorter man responds for the trio.

“Interesting. I do wonder what sort of question could bring two wizards and a human to my door.” You raise an eyebrow at them.

“Someone who’s,” one of the brothers begins but cuts himself short. He won’t meet your eyes. You wait patiently though; if it’s a question about a “someone”, your guess is someone has passed away they want to know about. An area where wizard magic was sorely lacking. Hmmph.

“We’re hoping you can check on someone for us, you know from the other side?” The shortest jumps in again, smiling a bit.

“Of course, I’d be happy to, Mr’s…” you pause, hoping for a name.

“Oh! Apologies, uh, I’m Jacob Kowalski, and this is Theseus,” he points to the taller brother, “and Newt.”

“Pleasure to meet you all. Come with me to the back parlor will you?”

You lead the way to the back, down the creaky hallway with its peeling paint, and into a room covered in runes. The lights are dimmed in the room more for a haunting effect than anything else, making the runes glow.

Once seated around the table, you pull cards from a space beneath the table.

“What questions did you come here looking for answers for?” You spread the cards out smoothly in an arc in front of you.

There is a pause. A weight is in the air. All three of these men know what they wish to ask, however refuse to voice it.

How heavy a weight it must be, then.

“Ask, for the cards cannot help otherwise.”

“Can the dead be returned?”

You smile a sad and ancient smile. “The dead stay dead, Theseus Scamander. Or an incomprehensible toll will be exacted.”

“But you can see them, can’t you?”

“You do not want to see them,” you whisper. “They are past the veil now, you do not want to see them. They are not the same as they once were, don’t call the dead.”

You see her then.

A young woman, eyes a dark yawning pool, a hand placed on each Scamander brother’s shoulder.

“Hello Leta.” you say gently. “Why have you not passed on?”

The room darkens and chills, Leta screams a terrible scream that only you can hear, though it shatters all the glass in the room, startling your guests all the same.

You hear your mother yelling on the upper floor of the house, running footsteps down the main stair as she races for the back room.

“Leta please help me understand.”

You place your cards to the side, instead holding out a hand to her. She doesn’t move, rather appears in a mist at your side, right by your ear and leaning in to whisper.

Her nails are sharp talons, you can see whatever anger she has held onto in death.

“He. Must. Die.” The words are a whisper, raising the hair on your arms.

“Who, Leta?” But it must have taken too much energy to speak, because her form disappears even from your view.

You look blankly at these three men who have come into your parlor. What sort of danger were they in? What sort of danger were they?

…

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Theseus Scamander x reader

✨Love is magical✨

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11|

Without missing a beat, Theseus broke away from Leta’s hug to chase after you immediately and Newt followed suit. “Im really sorry Leta, I’ll explain later” said Newt. “Y/n”!!! “Y/n!!!” “Y/n”!!! Theseus yelled your name so many times while running after you that people began to stare at him. You didn’t notice as your mind was spiraling. Sitting there in the alley way you gradually began to come to. You could hear Theseus and Newt turning the same corner. You got up quickly and apparated back to your home. You could’ve stayed…you could’ve told Theseus how you were feeling…but your heart just couldn’t….it was shattered. You made up your mind, Theseus should be with his fiancé, it would make everything easier than having to hear what he wanted. In reality though, you were just tremendously scared…scared that Theseus would have made the same decision you made. You sat on your living room floor a crying mess, in a flash all the memories of you and Theseus started flooding your mind: from the night you met on the trolley, to going to your Great Aunts, to spending Christmas together, making love, roaming Hogwarts and the wizarding world. All those memories made your heart skip a beat, they were lovely. Yet a profound heaviness weighed on you from having to say goodbye to the man you love…you felt empty.

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“Where in the bloody hell did she run off to?!” Theseus yelled, frustrated and angry that you had to deal with this situation. This was the last thing Theseus wanted. Sure he was happy that Leta wasn’t dead but he didn’t want her romantically. He wasn’t in love with Leta, in fact he never was in love with her, he was in love with you, you and you only. His heart couldn’t bare the pain of how you must’ve felt. He was immensely upset with himself for hurting you, even though he didn’t do anything to actually hurt you, he still felt like it was his fault. Newt tried to calm his brother down, but it wasn’t working. So they both apparated to your home, thinking they would start looking for you there.

You heard a popping noise and look up to see Theseus and Newt in your kitchen. Theseus runs over to you and holds you tightly. “Theseus, I think it’s best that you leave” you say while he wipes the tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry but I can’t do that” he holds you even tighter, caressing your back. “Y/n, you mean everything to me, I thought I knew what love was before I met you, but I was wrong. Darling, you make my heart bigger, and my world brighter. I can’t imagine myself without you. You are my world, I’m in love with you, and only you,” Theseus proclaims with his cracking raspy voice, eyes filled with tears he grabs your face and kisses you with such a deep passion it was as if his love was transferring into your body, an energetic exchange that made you feel so much better, it was mending your broken heart back into it’s healed place.

You step back from Theseus and grab his hands, holding them firmly, lifting them up to your face. “Theseus, I love you, so so much, and I want you to be happy, no matter what, no matter how much it hurts me. Which is why I’m letting you go, you should be with Leta. She is your fiancé after all and well I can’t stand in your way,” tears stream down your face as you express yourself. Theseus felt like you stabbed him in the chest a million times over, those were not the words he was longing to hear, but he snapped out of his self pity in order to fight for you. “None sense!! How can you say such things? I won’t stand for it! How can you not see that I don’t want Leta! Why do you think I’m standing here before you. I want you y/n! I am unequivocally, undoubtably, and whole heartedly in love with you!” Theseus was yelling at this point, his arms flailing every which way as he spoke, his voice still raspy from being emotionally overwhelmed. You didn’t know what the right thing to do was anymore. So you did the most logical (or really not logical) thing you could think of. You ran outside to the nearest park as fast as you could, Theseus of course chases after you but this time Newt stops him. “Theseus if I may, maybe I can get through to her.”

You were sitting on the park bench about a half mile from your home. Your mind was sporadic again leaving you ever so confused. You didn’t hear Newt as he quietly walked up and sat next to you. “Y/n, I’m not much good at this type of thing but I do know love when I see it. Forgive me if I’m offending you in anyway but you seem like you have a middle head. I know your words to my brother were on the basis of moral grounds but believe me when I say Ive never seen him this way with anyone else, not even Leta. You know the woman I fancy, Tina, it took me a while to express how much she meant to me, and I regret not being more forthcoming with my feelings for her from the start” Newt speaks to you with a very caring soft voice, it soothed you a bit. “Oh Newt, thank you for your kind words. If I’m being honest I want nothing more than to be with Theseus but I don’t know if I’m making the right decision.” “Well y/n it is very seldom in life that we know we’re making the right decision for certain. The best we can do is follow our hearts” Newts voice turned into a whisper as he gazed into your eyes sweetly. It was in that moment that you decided to give love a chance again. Perhaps you were so scared to lose Theseus that you began pushing him away. “You’re right Newt….thank you….for everything.”

Theseus was standing in the dark some feet away from you and Newt. He heard the entire conversation and it warmed his heart to hear his brothers words. Theseus and Newt had indeed grown closer since the Grindelwald fiasco, they began understanding each other more, something Theseus had yearned for, for quite some time now. You gave Newt a big hug, you were so thankful for him that you couldn’t break away. “Mmm mmm” Theseus clears his throat walking up to you two. He reaches his hand out as you get up and then picks you up and twirls you around like he loved to do. Giggling you felt giddy again, what an emotional rollercoaster of a day for all of you. With your legs wrapped around his waist looking into Theseus’s eyes you whisper “I love you Theseus.” “I love you too y/n, I’m so sorry for everything you went through today, but I want you to know that I would never do anything to jeopardize us. I will never leave you, I will never stop loving you…..ever,” Theseus declares while placing a kiss on your forehead. The moment was perfect, Theseus felt like home, and Newt felt like family to you. Gratitude filled your heart for having such wonderful wizards in your life.

Without warning you all heard a popping noise and Leta appeared in front of you. You got down from being held by Theseus and whispered in his ear “I think you two should talk my love.” Theseus looked at you worried, “are you certain?” “Of course, you owe her an explanation Thes.” You and Newt walked back to your place to give them some space. Leta hastily walked up to Theseus “do you care to explain to me what’s going on?” Theseus took a deep breathe, “yes, I’m sorry Leta, after that night at your family’s tomb, it tore me apart that I lost you. You will always be someone I care for. You see, I thought what we had was true love, but I realized that I was wrong. I was never in love with you, and let’s face it, I don’t think you were ever in love with me either. I think it was just convenient for the both of us. I am in love now Leta….real love…and I want nothing more than for you to be happy and find your true love as well. It would be a great disservice to you if I continued on pretending.” Leta looked down, as much as it pained her to hear those words she knew Theseus was right. Leta loved Theseus but she was never in love with him. It struck her only then that she was still in love with Newt, Leta never wanted to admit this to herself. If she was being truthful, sadness overcame her because she knew she missed her chance with Newt. If only she had listened to her heart when the time was right. “I understand Theseus, I think we were both too scared to admit this before.” Leta slowly took off her engagement ring and placed it in Theseus’s hand. Theseus smiled at Leta “come, I want to introduce you to y/n, and I’m certain Newt would love to spend some time with you as well.”

You and Newt were drinking tea while he was explaining why it might be dangerous for you to try to swim with the kelpie. Newt stopped talking mid sentence and you saw Theseus and Leta walk in. It was a bit awkward at first but as the night went on you and Leta developed somewhat of a friendship. The four of you sat by the fire telling stories until about 2am. “Well id love to stay but I must get back to my flat” said Newt. “I’ll get going as well, Newt do you mind if I stay the night at your place?” Leta asked him. Newt was flustered, “um yeah sure I guess that would be fine.” You and Theseus looked at each other and giggled. You soon realized that Leta and Newt had quite a bit of history between them, and everything else made more sense to you. After they left Theseus wouldn’t stop staring at you smiling. “What Theseus?“ you giggle. “Im just happy is all. Happy I found you, happy to be in love with you, and happy you didn’t give up on us. Well you almost did, and quite frankly I would not have let that happen,” he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m happy too Thes” you say while getting lost in his eyes. “Now about that ministry job…”

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Chapter 23: Respite

< Chapter 22 | ToC | Chapter 24 >

Willow was glaring at Newt angrily. “We were here to help. But we’re also here for our kits, and the WindColony kits,” she firmly added.

“No need to get your whiskers in a twist,” the Mog scolded. 

“We’re in this dark hole!” a squeal came from the barricaded tunnel. Pebbles rushed over and pulled one of the branches down with the help of a gray molly. The pair looked almost identical. Maybe the Colonies weren’t so different after all. 

Just as soon as the branches were off, Bracken came sprinting out of the hole, Juniper hot on his tail. The pair were scooped up by Basil. 

A ginger molly came out after them, carrying Thorn. Her belly hung low to the ground, and exhaustion radiated from her. The fur along Rusty’s spine raised. How long had she been trapped inside the nursery? She placed him gently on the ground. “None of them have been harmed,” she promised. From behind the queen, two white kittens appeared. Beside them was Shine. 

“Thank you Parasol,” responded Nightshade, albeit defensively.

“I’ll miss you,” mewed the white molly.

“Bye bye Blossom!” Shine purred. “We’ll still be friends, right?”

“Are the WindColony kits in there too?” demanded Rocky. Parasol nodded, suddenly looking quite guilty. She shuffled back into the den. Rusty’s adrenaline was starting to wear off, and he sank to the floor. As he had suspected, the ground was solid, and felt warm. Below the layer of dirt, Rusty could feel large stones. The pine branches must prevent the rain from reaching camp, and the stones prevented water from collecting in the basin. He wondered how they kept the ground so free from pine needles.

“Are you ok?” The Mog cooed to the kits. They all seemed to be fine, if a little shaken. 

Any answer was cut off with an excited shriek from Pigeon. The tom rushed over to the nursery, embracing the three gray kittens that had emerged. They blinked against the low light, and looked around camp nervously. One of them even puffed up their fur at Pigeon. After she reemerged, Parasol couldn’t look anyone in the eye.

“Oh, Daffodil, Chatter, Glen, I’ve missed you!” he sobbed with relief. Then he paused, and stood up straight. “W-where’s Eagle?”

“Eagle? Who’s Eagle?” Daffodil asked. The air grew still. Did they not know the names of their siblings? A new chill started down Rusty’s spine. Around him, cats lowered their heads. Something was horribly wrong here. 

“Eagle? Daffodil, he’s your brother,” Pigeon stammered. Daffodil seemed confused.

“My name is Power,” Daffodil said, scrunching up his face into a frown. “I’m going to be Shatter’s apprentice!”

“I’m Blaze!” announced Chatter. “I eat WindColony cats for breakfast!”

“I’m Strength!” Glen hissed. 

Despair struck Rusty like a dart. Those were ShadowColony names, not anything any WindColony queen would ever name her kits. Did the kits not remember WindColony? Were they brainwashed by Shatter into thinking they were born here? The same realization seemed to strike Pigeon, who stepped back from the kits.

“Shatter ‘adopted’ them,” Parasol admitted. She stared hard at her paws. Tears formed in her eyes, and her voice began to shake. “He… he gave them new names. Eagle- or Earnest of Shatter, as we knew him-, was… oh, it’s too horrible!”

The queen collapsed, sobbing into her paws. 

Emerging from the herb den, Slug walked over to the queen. He gathered the kits with his tail, and sat down in front of Pigeon. The druid looked defeated. “Shatter… took Earnest out to hunt. But… he said that a fox came upon them. But I know foxes don’t leave claw marks in kittens.”

At this, Rocky screamed angrily. He raised a paw, but then slammed it into the ground. Wren ran over to the warrior and began comforting him. Rusty felt sick. 

“You knew this, and you said nothing?” growled Snowstorm. The ShadowColony cats looked away.  

“Please understand, we were scared!” Night stammered. “Shatter was very persuasive, and he trained his followers like rogues. If anyone spoke out, they were exiled or worse.”

“I did everything I could to protect them,” pleaded Parasol. 

“But that wasn’t enough, was it?” Pigeon spat. “My own kin don’t even recognize me anymore. Do you know how much we have lost because of Shatter?”

“We lost kin too!” insisted a thin gray tom. “You’re not the only one who’s suffered!”

“We should go,” Basil mewed. “Enough blood has been shed. We can’t undo what Shatter has done, but we can at least return our kits to their mothers.”

“Should we bring the WindColony kits with us?” asked Pebbles, sounding unsure.

“Yes. They don’t belong in ShadowColony,” Snowstorm decided. He turned to Night. “ShadowColony will need time to recover and heal. We leave you with StarColony’s blessing.”

Night bowed his head. “We are in your debt. Thank you.”

Gathering the kits, the group headed back into the forest. Now that the clouds had cleared, they could see the moon rising. Taking a deep breath in, Rusty felt his mind clear. They had saved the kits, and won the battle.

Hopefully, they’d never see Shatter again.