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doubledyke · 8 months ago

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What do you think would happen immediately after BPS? How would all the parents personaly react to their disappeared and returning children? The kids would really ever throw a party, or just have to fix all the wrecks and be grounded? And Edd and Eddy would even have a face-to-face good conversation about their adventure and what they learned?

I think Eddy would need a validation from Edd more than ever, and the fear they could have lost each other would let them even more attached.

i had detailed ass theories written out for each kid as to what lies they could tell their parents and what the likelihood was that they'd be believed, etc. and then i realized that it could all be solved with a simple phone call from one parent to another lmao. and lbr, the chances that someone's kid is gonna be gone all night and they're not gonna flip the fuck out are slim to none. outside of a couple exceptions of course. i felt like a moron so i didn't include it here. i guess i like to pick and choose when to adhere to cartoon logic 😂

anyway i do think the non-ed kids would get into trouble and be grounded for varying lengths of time. they might have just enough time to have a little kiki in the lane before heading home and getting dragged inside by the ear/bear hugged/further ignored.

one exception might be rolf, because i don't think it'd be entirely out of the norm for him to be gone all night on occasion. maybe he had an urban ranger camping trip that his nana forgot to tell his parents about, or had to chase down an escaped animal into the wee hours of the morning. he enters the house, clearly disheveled and sweating nervously, but probably gets nothing but a fine howdy do from everyone inside.

eddy would be grounded for a comically short period of time because he's a spoiled brat. a couple of days tops. it's really only an attempt by his parents to appease the angry mob. all the other parents know he's the little shit stirring ring leader and berate his guardians accordingly. regarding his absence, he tells them he and the boys rode out the storm in the van and that they were fine. he accepts his punishment because telling them what really happened means telling them he visited his brother and that WOULD get his ass in big trouble. legal stuff, you know. as far as any takeaway he might have... let's be real here, eddy's still the same ole eddy at this point. i don't think the full weight of what just happened has hit him quite yet. he's still reeling about being invited to kev's for jawbreakers and whatever else preteens who don't really like each other do for funsies. i do think that while he's spending aaaaaall that time alone (again, 2 days max), in between trying on outfits for that party at kevin's, the image of edd standing up to his brother does cross his mind. edd, the coward. edd the wimp, stood up to his tormentor. and got swiftly beaten into the ground for it. yet still ran over to make sure he was okay after ed essentially saved his life. ed the dolt. ed the idiot was the one to think of pulling out the pin (literally), and blasting his abuser with a face full of door. i think the guilt, shame and embarrassment would hit him hard, along with a lot of weird mushy stuff that he doesn't really know what to do with. so he doesn't do anything with it. not immediately anyway. but i've already talked about post bps eddy a bit so i'll leave it at that.

i've seen people say that edd's parents wouldn't even notice that he was gone overnight, because... so were they. and yall know i'm the #1 hater of edd's parents so of course i agree lol. if word gets back to them somehow though, i imagine them being very passive aggressive about it. shocking, i know. i feel like they'd go their usual route and punish him by not talking to him - as in not even leaving sticky notes around the house. except for one that says something along the lines of "dear eddward, you are not to leave the house today, as you are hereby grounded until further notice." along with a scroll of chores of course. but yeah they make him wait around and wonder when he'll be able to see his friends again. probably a good few weeks or so. i've always had the headcanon that eddy would be banned from edd's house and maybe this is when that happens as well. if word doesn't get back to them- which is more likely imo because they're so elusive that no one knows how to contact them - i think edd could likely have a bit of a meltdown over their indifference. not to mention the guilt he feels in either scenario. for starters, he feels like he simply must tell someone what he's just witnessed- especially as a future mandated reporter... nah i'm kidding but i do think he'd want to tell an adult what happened to his dearest friend. but he knows it would only compound eddy's grief. outside of that, there's the fact that he feels that he never received a comeuppance of his own. eddy got thrashed by his so-called "hero" in front of his peers, and if his previous punishments are any indication, ed is very likely enduring what can only be described as suburban confinement for the foreseeable future. he, on the other hand, has gotten away with a horrible deed, with more than a year's worth of horrible deeds without so much as a scowl from his parents. he has to fight tooth and nail to resist his compulsion to confess his wrong doing, directly this time. cuz the confessional he wrote at the beginning of this ordeal is still on his desk when he gets home. it's kind of like when people say "at least if you're angry, i know you care", but magnified 100x for his entire life. i think this is when the switch kinda flips for him and he has to come to terms with the fact that his parents are at best, extremely cold and aloof. and at worst, knowingly neglectful. either will be hard for him to accept of course, because he's got an image in his mind already of what "true" neglect looks like:

ed's going in the hole, man. it's the cliche where his parents fawn over sarah and are so thankful that she's okay and "you had us worried sick, missy". only to turn to their other child who was also missing for 24 hours and proceed with the finger wagging and reprimanding. i don't think sarah would rat him out though. in fact at this point she might even try to stick up for her now suddenly not so bad older brother. but to no avail. in fact, it makes his mom angrier - she must have hit her head if she's sticking up for her troublemaking brother. "you see, edward? your erratic behavior has finally landed your little sister in the hospital. hope it was worth it." as far as they're concerned, ed put sarah in grave danger by running away. he was a terrible influence, and for that he's gotta be made an example of... to himself? i'm gonna venture a guess here that dad'll be taking the stairs again. he also boards up the basement window. they take his tv, his tapes, his comics, and all his model making supplies. his mom wanted to take his gravy tub but dad insisted it was too much of a hassle. luckily for him though, they can't take that vivid imagination of his. he spends the next two weeks staring at the ceiling, coming up with a storyline for his own comic, which he starts working on as soon as his belongings are returned. it ends up being sooner than he anticipated. he was told it'd be a month, but his mom is sick of looking at the box of his crap in their bedroom closet, so he's off the hook early. lucky feller. next time he runs away though, he's making extra sure sarah doesn't follow.

obviously i think edd and eddy, really all three eds are going to be even closer than they were before their little excursion. but i think it takes time for eddy to mature enough to truly grasp how meaningful it all was. like he knows, but admitting it is corny af. edd is probably gonna be so preoccupied with deconstructing his relationship with his parents that he's a somewhat aloof for a period. there's also a rumbling within ed, especially after seeing sarah's attempt at defending him. i don't really know what conclusion he comes to except that if he wants even a chance at having a good relationship with his sister, he's gotta get the fuck out of there asap. i do think he'd start "running away" more often, possibly staying with eddward during his burgeoning rebellion, or from time to time, eddy. maybe even rolf. he might also sleep in the van when the weather allows. anything to be away from that hell hole. i wrote in my fic that he'd move out and live with may at age like, 17 i think? literally as soon as possible lol.

#i know it seems like i make ed and edd's parents overly terrible but parents really can be overly terrible as i'm sure many of you guys know #if you don't agree that's cool but yknow i'm just answering an ask i got #a long ass time ago btw sorry for not getting to it sooner anon #thanks for asking though #text

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gettingfrilly · 3 months ago

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Out Chapter 4

I'm back baby B) Read it here or on ao3

My Own Worst Ed-emy

“Eddy!”

Explanations die on his lips as his reason for running over here like a lunatic gets firmly shoved onto his mental backburner. Double D looks like shit. He always looked like he’d weigh ten pounds soaking wet, but the hollow cheeked skeleton of a man before him looks like he’d collapse under the weight of a feather. Eddy’s surprised the heft of his eye bags alone aren’t enough to bring him crashing to the ground, a deep and sickly purple that makes him think of one of Rolf’s radioactive looking fish dishes from the old country. But Eddy’s not the only one getting distracted by appearances here.

“Is that blood on your mouth?!” Double D freaks, grabbing Eddy’s face in both of his cool hands, tugging his blocky head closer while leaning down to get a better look. It makes Eddy’s breath catch in his throat, feeling all at once like it’s the first time he’s been touched this tenderly in his life and as if Double D had never stopped touching him in the first place. Months of distance churn in his gut before rising to his face in a heated blush, his eyes locked onto Double D’s. What did Double D call it that one time? Fight, flight, or freeze?

“Good lord, you’re bleeding.”

“Huh? Oh.” Eddy follows Double D’s worried gaze down to his own hand, lifting it up to look at the still slowly oozing wound. With the shock of seeing his brother’s trailer followed by the fright Double D’s frail form gave him, he had completely forgotten about it.

“Yeah. Fell on some broken glass, I think,” he explains hollowly.

“Outside?!” Double D hisses the latter half of the word like the world’s most offended garter snake, breath whistling through the gap between his two front teeth. “Quick, quick, get in, get in, we can’t have you standing in the cold precipitation and weakening your immune system when your protective epidermis has been breached by litter.”

He tries to summon up their typical banter, maybe tell Double D not to have a cow or blow a gasket, but his tongue sits heavy and useless in his rapidly drying mouth. He’s too dialed into the feeling of Double D’s grip on his wrist as he tugs Eddy across the threshold and deeper into his house. His eyes stay glued to Double D’s slender fingers wrapped around his fat wrist, the tips unable to meet on the other side. Once they start climbing stairs, he has to switch his gaze from Double D’s irritated cuticles to the steps underneath, finding it harder to keep his footing when he’s got Double D dragging him along. Then it’s a short walk to the upstairs bathroom, Eddy finally tearing his eyes away from Double D’s grip on him to look around once the lights flick on (had the rest of the house been dark?) And… wow. Okay. That’s a lot more sticky notes than usual. There’s cascades of little yellow squares on every wall, some stacked on each other where Double D’s parents ran out of space. He’d be proud of Double D for finally sticking it to the man if it didn’t further display just how out of character Double D’s appearance and home are. Out of breath from the hurried climb up the stairs, he finds himself still wordless as Double D escorts him to his squeaky clean bathtub, sitting him down on the edge of it. He’s still rambling about bacteria and tendons while he looks through the cabinet behind his mirror, steadily accumulating a large pile of first aid supplies. Eddy can’t hear any of it, transfixed on Double D’s thin wrists, the way his shirt hangs off of him, how blood shot his eyes are.

“You look like shit, Dee.” The words finally find a way out through his tightening throat, blurting out and interrupting him mid sentence.

Double D falls quiet for the first time since he answered the door, stopping what he’s doing to glare at Eddy, frantic nervous energy hardening into something cold and slicing.

“Astute observation, Eddy,” he replies as if just remembering he’s supposed to be mad at him.

Shit. “That’s not what I— agh.” He slaps the palm of his uninjured hand against his forehead, groaning in frustration as he rakes his fingers through his hair. Why do his words always come out wrong?

“I just… when was the last time you ate?” He tries to insinuate that his ‘astute observation’ came from a place of concern, not mockery.

Double D looks away from him, rearranging his tower of bandages and antiseptics on the counter. “Why do you care?”

Okay, yeah, that gets him an eye roll. Stupid question for such a smart guy.

“Uh, for the same reason you’re getting your panties in a twist over my paper cut?” he answers in a questioning tone, wiggling his sluggishly bleeding hand in front of him.

Double D’s shoulders slouch, the collar of his shirt slipping lower to reveal the deep dip between his collar bones. “Paper cut, he says. Get over here.”

Eddy complies, walking over to the sink and placing his hand in Double D’s waiting palm, showing no resistance as he maneuvers his hand under the running water in the sink. It’s silent again for a while, Eddy flinching and trying to keep his pained noises trapped in his chest as Double D pokes and prods and looks at the cut from all angles, water running pink down the drain.

“No debris,” he mutters in what sounds like relief, taking Eddy’s hand out from under the water and gently dabbing it dry with something from behind his mirror. “And not deep enough to need stitches.”

Eddy braces himself for the stinging assault he knows is coming as Double D slathers the cut with sprays and ointments, standing valiantly still while he winds a bandage around the wound. Double D gives his work a once over before nodding to himself and letting go. Eddy keeps his hand hovering in the air between them for a stupid, bereft moment before lowering it back to his side.

“You’ll need to change the bandage and clean the wound at least once a day. Use soap and water, even if it stings. A bit of petroleum jelly over the wound will help keep it clean.” He delivers his instructions while packing everything away as neatly as it was stored before he took it out.

Once everything’s put away and clean, he stands there with his arms laying limp at his sides, staring at something just to the left of Eddy’s head. Eddy clenches his jaw, teeth aching from all the unresolved animosity in the air, tension pulling him taught and clamping around his lungs like a vice. Something thick and vile wants to climb out of his gut and splatter on the ground, make a mess of the clean titles and leave him feeling purged. He wonders if Double D feels the same thing.

“Eddy—”

“Come on,” he demands in his usual commanding tone, brushing past Double D and out into the hallway.

“Wha— where?”

“To your kitchen. C’mon already.”

He doesn’t make sure Double D is following him, just marches on ahead as if he owns the place. He may as well, he’s spent enough of his life in the sticky note covered halls for it to feel like home. And yeah, yeesh, he was right, the rest of the house is dark, the hallways just as full of sticky notes as the bathroom is. That’s not the only alarming thing, though, face twisting in concern as he looks down at carpet that badly needs to be vacuumed. It’s the same story in the staircase and downstairs, and God he wishes the lights were on so he could see into the other rooms and check the state of them. Every dust bunny he passes makes his gut sink further and further, bottoming out somewhere around the core of the earth. It’s not until he’s heading into the kitchen that he turns to see if Double D is following him, letting out a small sigh through his nose when he spots him just a few feet behind. He looks so small, like some kind of starving ghost floating silently down the dark hallways of a haunted house. Yeah, haunted. That’s what this fucking place is. The three of them have always lived in haunted homes.

He says nothing, just turns the corner and flicks the lights on before beelining it for the fridge. The kitchen isn’t too bad, at least, but not up to Double D’s standards. The soft scrape of rubber chair feet against linoleum reaches his ears as he scowls at the lit and empty shelves, nothing but some jarred goods and condiments pushed back into the corners. Well that’s a bad fucking sign.

‘ Don’t think about it, ’ he thinks to himself before moving onto the cupboards, standing on his tiptoes to peer up at the non-perishables. It only takes a little bit of hunting before he finds some pasta and unopened prego sauce, pulling them down onto the counter before grabbing a pot, just as familiar with Double D’s kitchen as he is his own. He peruses Double D’s spice rack as he waits for the water to boil, feigning being deep in thought about his choices so he can avoid choosing between standing around awkwardly or, God forbid, talking to Double D.

Fuck, what would he even say? Hey Dee, sorry for being a hostile and cruel bastard. You know how I am, with the emotional constipation and stunted empathy and bullheadedness. Okay, now it’s your turn to apologize for being a shithead to me because you wouldn’t do something as easy as take your damn meds, which you’re clearly still not taking, and look where that’s gotten you, idiot, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, why won’t you just fucking listen to me you stubborn fucking—

He grips the edge of the counter and squeezes his eyes shut, taking a deep breath in through his nose and letting it out through his mouth. Unhelpful thought patterns. Stay in the present moment. Find your fucking center or whatever.

“Eddy.”

He whips around to look at the sudden break in silence, flaring his nostrils at Double D before he forces himself to neutralize his expression into something less like a caged animal.

“What?” Yeesh. That was louder than he meant it to be.

Double D says nothing in return, just points at the stove. Eddy turns back around to find the water almost boiling up and over the pot.

“Shit.” He turns down the heat as panic washes over him, opening the box of pasta with jittery hands to put in several servings worth of spaghetti. Breathing deeply repeatedly through his nose, he dumps the prego into a separate pot and puts it on low heat, eyeballing half a tablespoon each of nutmeg, cinnamon, and red pepper flakes into the sauce. By the time he’s draining the water and adding the sauce to the spaghetti, he’s finally quieted his nerves enough to look like a somewhat normal human being. He fetches a plate and a few tupperware containers, scooping a serving onto the plate and sliding it towards Double D before separating the rest into equal portions to be covered and put away in the fridge, still steaming. Once that’s done, he turns to find Double D just staring at the plate, hands folded tightly in his lap.

“Do I have to do everything around here?” he mutters impatiently, grabbing the fork and napkin that Double D was too lazy to get for himself, placing them on the table next to the plate.

Still he sits unmoving, staring into his graciously served homemade meal. Eddy waits at the other end of the table, one hand on his hip while the fingers on his other drum loudly against the table, muffled slightly by the tablecloth.

“... Eat! Manja, for chrissakes,” he demands, finally losing his patience. Double D startles a bit before doing as he’s told, getting a forkful of warm food and blowing on it carefully and eating at a snail’s pace. Eddy can feel his face twist in concern at his slow speed before he decides to distract himself with cleaning up. The sound of running water and clanging pots at least fills the silent air, bringing some life into a house that feels as though it’s been long dead. Unlike the rush job he usually does, he takes his time to scrub and scour, letting the soap in the sink foam up into stiff peaks. He’s more than used to playing things by ear, but this shit is on a whole other level. He needs a plan. A plan to… um… ah, fuck. The gears in his brain jam completely, thoughts struggling and failing to eke through. What is even the end goal here? To talk about what happened? To get out of here as soon as possible? To interrogate him on why the fuck he looks like a halloween decoration? To shove his tongue down his throat and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and—

“Ah!” He damn near jumps out of his skin when he feels something brush up against his shoulder, dropping the saucepan back into the soapy water and causing it to nearly slosh over the edge of the sink and onto the floor. When he looks to see what touched him, it’s just Double D, staring at him with two wide, slowly blinking eyes, looking plenty startled himself.

“I was just gonna offer to help,” he explains softly, hands held up in surrender.

Blushing furiously, Eddy looks back into the sink to thoroughly rinse the saucepan before handing it to Double D.

“Here. Dry,” he mumbles under his breath, still not looking at him.

When he feels the weight of it lift from his hand, he dives back into the water to clean the pot he boiled the pasta in. They’re quiet as they work together, shoulder to shoulder, just like they used to. Well, back then there was more bickering, laughing, and soapy water fights, so not really just like. More like a shadow of what used to be, a fading bruise leaving an impression on both of them. To Eddy’s further dismay, once everything is dry and put away, Double D puts plastic wrap over his half eaten meal before putting it in the fridge. He wants to pester him to finish his dinner in the same nagging tone his mom uses, but restrains himself, knowing it wouldn’t help. Before he can even start to alight his already agitated nerves with the question of what now, Double D is turning towards him with his brows drawn and his jaw set.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Well that’s not what he was expecting. Unable to look at him while he answers, he looks down and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“You know why.”

“I really don’t.”

Eddy shrugs. He hears Double D sigh before trying again.

“Okay. Let’s try this. Why are you here?”

Déjà vu settles thickly on the floor of his skull just as the reminder of his current predicament seizes around his chest, his breathing becoming a conscious effort. Right. Fucking yeah. How did he manage to stop thinking about his brother’s trailer in his driveway? Was Double D always such a distraction to him?

“Eddy?”

Double D’s voice graces his eardrums with gentle timidness, the interrogative tone from before leaving the building. Christ, he must look like a wild animal or something, wary prey that Double D is trying not to spook. He hates him for that gentleness. He misses it even more.

“Chuck’s back.” No use playing coy. Despite everything that’s happened between them, there’s no one Eddy trusts more with his weaknesses than Double D. Also, he’s just not in a good headspace to quickly think up a convincing lie.

Double D tilts his head and squints his eyes, which Eddy recognizes as his rifling-through-the-neatly-organized-files-in-my-brain look. It occurs to Eddy with a mixture of surprise and concern that he’s never said his brother’s name in front of Double D before. Yeah, he can psychoanalyze why that is never.

“My brother.”

The lights flip on in Double D’s brain, eyes widening and breath catching.

“What?! Do your parents know?”

“They must, seein’ as his trailer is parked in their driveway.”

He’s gone in a flash, Eddy left to stand alone as he blinks away the after image of Double D’s quick departure. A cursory scan of his surroundings confirms that Double D is at the window, pulling back the curtains to peer outside in the direction of Eddy’s house. His bony hand claps over his thin lips, his other hand nervously fiddling with frilly trim.

“Why?!” he asks, whirling around to look at Eddy with large, searching eyes. Eddy shrinks in on himself under the scrutiny.

“I dunno.”

“Well didn’t you ask?”

“I haven’t been home yet!” His explosion only lasts for a moment, fizzling out as he shrinks back down even further, shoulders hunched up on both sides of his head. “I was coming home from work when I saw the trailer.”

The part about him immediately running to Double D and pounding on his door like a dying man seeking sanctuary is left unsaid, but judging by the look on Double D’s face, he didn’t need to say it. Eddy watches him lick his lips and tap his fingers together in front of his chest, can almost hear a robotic voice saying ‘recalibrating.’ When he realizes Double D is waiting for him to say more, he just clams up even tighter.

He’s not surprised by Double D’s resigned sigh, but it still ticks him off.

“If you need a waypoint to gather your wits before reuniting with your brother, I offer my abode to you temporarily.”

“Gee, thanks Shakespeare.”

Eddy winces at the dry look Double D gives him. “... Really though, thank you.”

Seemingly satisfied by Eddy’s more sincere gratitude, he heads back to the kitchen table, sitting down heavily. Eddy follows suit like a lost puppy, opposite him and staring down at the table cloth. How many times did they sit at this same table together, sometimes just them, sometimes with Ed, laughing over shared food and gross-out competitions? The oppressive silence laying over them feels wrong.

So he breaks it.

“So, what gives?”

Double D doesn’t meet his eyes, staring at his nails as he picks at the skin around them. “You’ll have to be more specific, Eddy.”

He specifically rolls his eyes, knowing damn well Mr. Smart Guy knows what he’s talking about. “Okay, fine. Let’s start with why you look like something I could buy at Spirit of Halloween.”

Still not looking at him, Double D replies. “The trek to the kitchen is… arduous.”

Confused by that cryptic as hell answer, Eddy waits for further explanation. When he receives none, he rolls his eyes and moves on. “Okay. Here’s another specific. Not that I ever thought you should be listening to those stupid notes, but why haven’t you been cleaning?” The following silence is long enough that he considers grabbing Double D by his scrawny shoulders and yelling the question again in his ear. Just as he starts to jiggle his leg impatiently, Double D glances at the clock on the oven and opens his mouth.

“120 days, 15 hours, and 12 minutes.”

“Huh?”

Double D pulls his feet up onto the chair, wrapping his arms around his knees, face contorting like a pissed off pug. “120 days, 15 hours, and 12 minutes since I last saw my parents.”

“Shit…” The swear comes out on a breath, airy and quiet and diffusing into the tense atmosphere around them. “But— the notes.”

“They come in the night, while I’m sleeping.” A pause, Double D’s hands holding each other tighter and tighter until the bony knuckles turn white. “They are clearly avoiding me.” Eddy’s brows crease, pursing his lips as they curl down into a frown. “But why?”

Double D’s expression sharpens, cold as steel as opposed to the heated and pressurized anger being forged just moments ago. “You’d know better than I would, Eddy.”

The blow lands as intended, slicing him open and forcing him to desperately attempt to hold his guts close, trying not to let them spill. “Dee—”

“Don’t.”

“No. I’m gonna.” He holds his ground, shoulders square and jaw set. “I shouldn’t’ve said what I said. It was— I was being shitty. But don’t act like you were innocent in that mess.”

‘ I fucking hate it when you act innocent. ’ He keeps that last bit in his own thoughts, not in the mood to open that can of worms. Double D wars with himself, face twisting and turning as his hands clench and unclench, looking everywhere but at Eddy. Finally he settles on one expression, slumping in defeat and letting go of his hands to lay them against his knees. “... I know. I’m the farthest thing from innocent.” He sighs. “There are a lot of things I said to you I wish I didn’t say. Things I wish I didn’t do.”

Eddy’s own tension eases at that, body slumping along with Double D’s. The thick and vile thing in his gut isn’t completely cleared out, not by a longshot, but damn does he feel like he just hacked up a lot of it. He’s so relieved that he gets mad at himself, at both of them, because shit, was that really all it took? Six or so fucking sentences? What a couple of stubborn assholes they are, waiting over almost a year to say what they shoulda said right away.

“This has been such a shit year,” he grouses, rubbing tiredly at his face.

“Unnecessarily so,” Double D empathizes, looking as exhausted as Eddy feels.

“We’re unbelievable,” Eddy continues, exasperated to the point of laughter now.

“Horrendously.” A small smile graces Double D’s face, and damn if that doesn’t smack Eddy right in the jaw. He can already feel the bruise forming.

“I—” He stops himself, tension returning with a vengeance as his entire being clenches around the words he wants to get out, emotionally and verbally constipated.

“I’ve missed you too, Eddy.”

He snaps his head up to look at Double D, at the small smile still planted on his lips and the patience in his eyes. Damn him for being so smart. And thank God he’s so smart. “And I’m still angry with you.” Double D tacks that part on, holding his knees a little tighter. Yeah, okay. Eddy would be living in dream land if he thought it’d really be that easy.

“Well, I’m still pissed too,” he retorts, not one to be outdone in the holding grudges department.

For a moment, Double D looks like he wants to argue back at him. Whatever wall he’s trying to push through to get the words out finally collapses on top of him, expression falling and feet dropping back down to the floor.

“Maybe we don’t have to forgive each other. Lord knows our friendship is rife with buried transgressions. Maybe this is one we just… move on from.”

Eddy’s breath catches in his throat, unsure of what to say to that. Could it really be that simple? Fuck, he wants it to be. And who is he if not the type of guy to always go after what he wants?

“Yeah. Maybe,” he responds, feeling like he’s run a damn marathon. Just as he starts to feel like he’s crossed the finish line, Double D moves the goalpost.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Huh?” Eddy can feel the blush rise to his face like a fever. Is Double D expecting him to do something? The hell is he supposed to do? Take his hand? Proclaim his undying love for him? Kiss him? Eddy’s really not in the headspace for coming up with grand romantic gestures at the moment. At Double D’s concerned head tilt at his lack of an answer, Eddy realizes that’s not what he was asking about.

“Oh. About Chuck.” He feels himself deflate like a balloon. “Shit. I don’t fucking know.

“You? The man with the plan?” And that’s a teasing smile Double D gives him this time, and fuck, maybe he should kiss him.

“The man with the plan that always lands me in deep shit,” he scoffs.

The smile vanishes, and Eddy thinks he might scream. “I’ve never heard you have such a defeatist attitude before.”

“Yeah, well. Guess we’ve both changed.”

Double D nods solemnly at his assessment. “Indeed.”

Silence stretches on after that, nerves bouncing around inside of him. He wants to just… blah! Blah and blab and yammer like he used to, tell Double D everything that’s been happening in his life. Except nothing has been happening. Usually Eddy has a knack for making the boring sound interesting, but his creative energy is pretty damn tapped with all the stress he’s currently under.

“I think I gotta just… do it,” he decides, standing up from his chair and planting his hands on the table. “Rip the bandaid off. Jump into the deep end. Slam my balls in the door.” Slamming his balls sounds just about as pleasant as facing his brother will be, but he can’t hide here forever.

Apparently Double D agrees, because he stands with his own look of determination, as if he’s going to march over there with Eddy. “Right. And I’m sure your parents have a sound explanation and that they’ll be sending him on his way shortly.” “Right.” Eddy parrots him. Right, right, right, everything’s all right.

Right?

Double D escorts him back to the front door, where they both end up lingering with awkward glances shared between them. Shit. His palms start to sweat at a rate that makes him worry about his bandage. He doesn’t want Double D to have to wrap him up again, he’s already put up with Eddy and his horseshit enough for one day. Damn, wait, he should thank him somehow, right? Fuck, he’s shit at that. Gifts are always easier than words for him, and he pats his jacket pockets when he remembers what he pilfered from the candy store. Locating his loot, he pulls it out of his pocket and offers it to Double D.

“Here.”

Double D stares at the jawbreaker, gobsmacked and speechless. He takes the jawbreaker as if it’s some fragile family heirloom being handed to him before his face starts to split into a smile. Out of the smile seeps laughter, just some quiet giggling at first before the guffaws avalanche out of him, whole body shaking with the laughing fit. It’s not long before Eddy follows suit, laughing to the point of tears as he grips onto Double D’s forearm to keep them both balanced. Light headed and a little wheezy, he eventually stands back up to his full height, watching Double D wipe tears from his smile-crinkled eyes.

“Thank you, Eddy,” Double D says once he’s caught his breath, his whole being radiating a warmth that Eddy hasn’t gotten to bask in the glow of for a long time. He feels pretty warm himself, scratching the rolls on the back of his neck as he smiles sheepishly.

“Ah, well. You know.”

“I do.” He shakes his head. “Make sure to message me tonight. I want to know how everything goes.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” Eddy answers, feeling warmer still.

“Good. Talk to you soon.”

“Yeah.” Back to lingering. Eddy shakes his head and sighs in exasperation, being the first to turn away. It’s not until he’s at the shrubs lining Double D’s front lawn that he hears the door close behind him. Double D’s ‘ talk to you soon ’ echoing in his head is the only thing that keeps him marching forward.

#ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #gettingfrillywrites #cw disordered eating

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fnafsbheadcanon · 1 year ago

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Glamrock Bonnie: *seeing the state of his friends and the Pizzaplex after waking up* Okay, what happened to you guys while I was out?

Glamrock Chica: *after getting her voice box back* Blame it on the company building this place over a sinkhole and us being hacked and forced to hunt down Gregory.

Roxanne Wolf: *being mostly repaired and have her eyes back while having Cassie by her side*,He even had the guts to shatter us and use our parts to upgrade Freddy! Those two then went to deal with Vanessa’s alter, possessed ego, Vanny, but now Freddy’s just a head yet Gregory was able to save Vanessa via Princess Quest games and they escaped.

Montgomery Gator: *has his legs back but still had his exposed upper half showing* Then the fire, sink hole and earthquakes done the place in the point they had to close down the plex entirely.

Eclipse: Then the mimic lured Cassie to the building to trap her and then get out. But along the way, the girl was able to reboot me and save Sun and Moon from the Mimic’s control.

Cassie: I… may have shocked Monty unintentionally while he was in the water but then I was able to reunite with Roxy and she remembered me.

Roxanne Rolf: She had to reboot me to disable it he last security node which gave the Mimic freedom then I ran to Cassie’s rescue and she was able to get to the elevator.

Glamrock Freddy: *his head being on Gregory’s lap* Then the Mimic, using Gregory’s voice, destroyed the elevator and sent Cassie back down underground.

Glamrock Bonnie: …darn, I missed a lot.

El Chip eating popcorn: you ain't the only one

#fnaf ruins #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock bonnie #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf roxxane #fnaf monty gator #fnaf gergory #fnaf cassidy #fnaf vanny #fnaf vanessa #fnaf el chip #fnaf eclipse #fnaf mimic

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Hello! I have a prompt for you! My prompt is that Erik Lehnsherr finds out that he has extended family who managed to survive the Shoah/Holocaust and they celebrate Hanukkah together!

PLEASE THIS PROMPT IS SO CUTE

here it is for you! :D♡

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The extended family

Erik had been sitting for an unknown period of time on one of his old kitchen chairs in his small suburban apartment. How long had he been standing motionless staring into nothing? He didn't know and couldn't even give a time range. That same morning he received a call that turned everything he had always believed upside down.

When he got up that same morning, after convincing Charles to let him go to prepare breakfast, receiving a groan in return, he didn't expect to find three missed calls from an unknown number. Who could it be? It wasn't a call center number because well, Erik was almost convinced he had blocked them all and the few contacts he had on his smartphone were all saved with name and surname, so it was rare for an unknown number to call him. He didn't want to call back initially but when the phone rang again, he found himself forced to answer.

"Yes? Who's talking?" He asked in an irritated voice to let the person on the other end know that he didn't feel like having a conversation.

"Is this Erik Lehnsherr?" A female voice asked.

"Who's talking?" Erik asked again.

"I'm Sarah Eisenhardt and I believe you are my cousin." The voice said with a slight tone of amusement on the other end.

Erik froze. Eisenhardt? Like, his mother's maiden name? Cousin? Did Erik have any other family besides Charles?

"What do you mean?" He asked, feeling his heart beat faster.

"It took me a while to find you, actually. You're very difficult to contact. My father is Rolf Eisenhardt and he's your mother's brother." Erik gripped the phone as tight as he could.

"My mother never told me about a brother."

"Yeah, I didn't know I had an aunt either until a few months ago. My father and your mother argued even before the war started. My father wanted to go to the States and take your mother with him, but your mother had just married and didn't want to leave. My father left and never saw her again." Erik was…angry. Why had this Rolf never looked for his mother or tried to contact him?

"I know this is most likely a shock for you but I can assure you that my father had tried to find his sister but after many years he lost hope. When he told me about it, I tried to investigate to find out if she had had children and I was able to trace it back to you. You don't have to be in our lives if you don't want to, but you know, Hannukah is coming up soon and my dad would be very happy to find out he has another nephew." Erik thought for a moment and made his decision.

"Okay. Yes, I would like to but I haven't celebrated Hannukah in a long time."

"Don't worry! We'll teach you everything in case."

"Ok then... if you give me the address I'll stop by." After ending the call with some awkward goodbyes, Erik sat back and thought.

"Erik? What are you doing?" Charles asked sleepily coming towards him and sitting on his lap.

"I have a family." He said in a small voice, holding the other close to him.

"What?" Charles asked now fully awake.

“A woman named Sarah who, apparently, is the daughter of my mother's brother, called me this morning.”

"Your mother had a brother?!"

“I had pretty much the same reaction.”

"Oh Erik, that's great! We should go see them." He said with a smile.

"They invited me to celebrate Hannukah with them. Will you come with me?" He asked hopefully, resting his chin on his lover's shoulder.

"Of course I'll come with you." He said kissing him.

A few days later, at the door of a large red house, Erik didn't know if he had ever been so agitated in his life. He gripped the neck of the bottle of wine brought as a gift tighter and, at the sight, Charles squeezed his hand.

"It'll be fine. They'll love you." He reassured him by ringing the doorbell. The door was opened by a woman who must have been a little older than Erik with thick, curly black hair, skin the same shade as Erik and eyes a shade darker.

"Are you Erik? It's so nice to meet you!" She said throwing herself forward and hugging him. Erik stiffened and placed a hand on her upper back.

"Oh I'm sorry, it's just so nice to have a new member in the family. And you are?" She asked looking at Charles.

"Erik's boyfriend. It's a real pleasure." He said holding out his hand only to be hugged back.

"There's no need for formalities. You're family too!" She said looking at him with eyes full of joy.

“Oh come, you must meet everyone.” He let them in and took them to the large dining room where about twenty people were talking, eating, drinking and having fun.

"Attention please, I have someone to introduce you to." Sarah said getting everyone's attention.

“Who is this guy, Sarah?” An elderly man sitting at the head of the table asked.

"Dad, this is Erik Lehnsherr. He's Edie's son." Everyone went quiet and the world was spinning in Erik's eyes. He felt his insides tremble. The older man looked at him with bulging eyes and stood up, walking slowly towards him. She looked at him intensely and, without anyone expecting it, burst into tears.

"My God, you're just like your mother. Let me look at you. Oh, my little sister had a son and I had no idea. Look at how big you are." He hugged him and Erik burst into tears.

"I didn't know anyone was still alive." He said as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"If only I had known what was going to happen, I would have taken my sister and taken her with me here to America. But I was young and angry and I didn't think twice about leaving her behind after she told me no. When everyone found out what the Nazis had done I couldn't live with myself and I looked for her, I swear I did but I never managed to find anything." He pulled away from the hug and wiped his eyes.

"Stop crying. These are days of celebration for us. Come and sit down, we have a lot of things to talk about." And so, Erik spent the holidays sitting at a large table, surrounded by people who until a few days before he had been convinced did not exist, listening to the stories his uncle told about his mother and the Eisenhardt family.

Charles squezzed his hand and Erik did the same and, for the first time in too long, he thought that life could be a little more beautiful than he thought.

#erik lehnsherr #cherik #charles xavier #x men #fanfic

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thedurvin · 23 days ago

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Naming a pet Eddy is dangerous because when you start giving them affectionate nicholasnames there are so many pop culture references that flow naturally. Personally I call him

“Edmund Blackcatter” (although sadly he is exclusively a Head Empty cat and has never had a Cunning Plan in his life)

Rolf voice “Ed-Boy”

Venom voice “Ed-dee”

EddsWorld voice “Eduarrrdooo”

Obscure one but this one Monty Python sketch where John Cleese plays a talk show host that gets overly informal and insists on calling a guest “Eddie Baby”

I’m a little shocked Chelsea hasn’t busted out some delivery of “Edward” from the Twilight movies

(Note he is Lou’s cat and she named him after the river water swirl so it’s not actually short for anything but she still calls him Edward most of the time)

#my cats

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ededdneddy-artrefs · 2 years ago

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#rolf #jimmy #s4 #mudinyoured #rolf shock #rolf sleepwear #jimmy confused

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saiilorstars · 8 months ago

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Ch. 34: All Bets on Deck

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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By the end of the first month of summer, Romina was happier than ever. She had continued visiting her grandparents, getting to know them and everyone else and even staying with them for a whole week! The relationship between her "new' family and her aunt and uncle was alright for the time being — she was truly just working on her relationships. She thought she deserved it and that the problems between the adults was something either they would figure out on their own or simply a bridge for her to cross later.

She found herself doing a lot more than she ever had for any summer. When she wasn't with her family, she was taking violin lessons again. Arden had managed to convince their teacher to allow Romina to continue taking classes with her. They even managed to claw their way into one little dance class here and there.

It was hard deciding when she should tell her friends about her new discovery. She was actually surprised that Draco hadn't yet said anything. She knew the moment that the truth was out, she would for sure have Daphne asking her a million questions about it.

The first people she told were Arden and Harry, obviously. They were neighbors and before magic and Hogwarts, it had always been them. So, on one fine hot day they went to their favorite place to hang out (the ice cream parlor) and she told them everything.

"Woah, talk about family secrets..." Arden leaned back in her chair, eyes slightly wide with surprise. Beside her, Harry was silently taking it in as well.

Romina sat across from them at the table, no longer interested in her dessert. She was anxious to hear their reactions. "I was going to tell you, honest," she said when a few minutes had passed by and neither one had said anything. "I just didn't know how to do it."

"It's fine, Rom," Harry said with a light shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, it's nice that you found more family."

"Oh yeah, it is!" Arden agreed with him. "It's just really shocking. Definitely didn't expect Rolf to be your cousin. A couple of us honestly thought he might have a crush on your or something."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I've heard. It's ridiculous that a boy can't be nice to a girl solely for friendship, you know."

"It's so cool, though," Arden said quickly, not wanting to get stuck on that topic. It wasn't even her who thought about it in the first place. "Your grandmother's a designer and your grandfather's a magizoologist and they're both war heroes. It's so cool!"

"I honestly don't even care about that stuff. It's just nice to have grandparents," Romina said, her cheeks flushed. It was still so surreal getting to call them 'grandma' and 'grandpa'. "I have aunts and uncles and a cousin. Oh, and we're going to have another cousin soon! It's so nice!"

"If you're happy, we're happy," Harry told her. "And since you're in a way better mood these days, have you thought about Ron's invitation?"

"Ron's invitation?" Arden made a face. "To what?"

"The World Cup," said Harry eagerly. "Ron says it's the biggest event for Quidditch and he's got some extra tickets. You're both invited!"

"Oh, that," Arden remembered it well and shook her head. "Yeah, no thanks. But I'll bet happy feet over there would love to go."

Romina waved her off with a hand. "I'm not the biggest quidditch fan but if Hermione's going then sure. She'll need some girl allies. I'm sure my aunt and uncle will let me. They're kind of teetering right now on how to raise me. It's so funny."

"What?" Harry looked at her oddly. Romina chuckled.

"They're so guilty they're basically letting me do whatever I want right now. If I was evil, I could have so much fun with that. But, alas, I'm keeping my morals."

Arden snorted. "Yeah, and yet you still got them to let you go to Diagon Alley this weekend. They would never let you go on your own."

"Daphne made the invite, I just checked 'yes'. And you're going, right?"

Arden shrugged. "Yeah, it should be good since Pansy won't be coming. Thank God."

Romina agreed there. She didn't feel like dealing with Pansy these days when she was so happy with everything else. "Harry, I'd invite you but, uh..."

Harry was already shaking his head. "And see Malfoy's face? Pass. Plus, I don't even know you're other friends that much. I only like Angel, really, and his sister Carolinha."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Daphne's pretty fine too and you can't really say that Blaise and Theodore have ever done anything to you."

"Which is why I haven't," Harry said sharply. "But I don't want to risk it so I will just see you later for the World Cup. I gotta tell Ron you're coming."

Romina thanked him for that. She had a couple more things to do before the weekend arrived and it started with some letters to her other friends, sharing something important.

~ 0 ~

That weekend, Romina and Arden got ready to see their friends and left to Diagon Alley from Romina's house. Arden almost laughed at the irony between wizarding kids and muggles. Both loved ice cream.

The girls walked into the ice cream parlor and found Daphne, Carolinha, Angel, Draco and even Blaise already there. "Seriously, all you needed was to invite Parkinson," Arden said to Daphne once they had sat at their table.

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that," Daphne said with eyes wide that lingered on Romina."

"You are free to hang out with whoever you want, Daphne," Romina raised her hands in front of her. "Setting the record straight with witnesses around."

Blaise snorted. "Yes, because we are absolutely interested in your tetchy relationship with Parkinson."

Romina turned her head in his direction, eyes narrowing slightly. "I imagine that Daphne didn't force you to come."

"I presume you weren't forced to come either," he retorted.

"Don't argue with her," Angel sighed.

"Paes to the rescue," Draco smirked. If Romina had been sitting next to him, she would've jabbed her elbow on his side. Angel was flustered and remained quiet from then on.

"Settle down boys," Romina said, placing her hands on the table. "Absolutely no one is going to ruin the incredible mood that I have been in."

"Oh, and she has been on it for a straight month," Arden told the group. "So don't touch anything."

"Well, we heard why," Angel said, shooting Romina a small smile. "You've been visiting your new family."

"They're not new, Angel, they've always been there. I just didn't know it." Romina shrugged her shoulders. "But they're great!"

"I would say—your grandmother's the head of bloody Gejel!" Daphne exclaimed. Romina had been waiting for Daphne to go down that road. "I only wear her robes. You know."

"Everybody knows," Draco rolled his eyes with heavy annoyance. This was not his type of conversation and he wouldn't stick around for it. He and Blaise decided to get a headstart and order some ice cream.

"He doesn't change," Arden muttered as the pair walked away from the table. "I see Theodore didn't make it today? Maybe it was for the best."

"He's off with his father in Greece," Angel said.

"Well he's going to miss out on some good ice cream," Romina said giddily.

"I'm a little scared of this happy face, not going to lie," Carolinha remarked, though her lips quirked into what would soon become a crooked smile. "But I'm also liking this Romina a hell of a lot more than the grumpy one."

"Carol," her brother elbowed her.

Romina once again laughed. "Don't worry about it, Angel. I'm totally good! In fact, I'm thinking triple scoop ice cream for me today!" She grabbed Arden in a big hug all of a sudden, ignoring (or most likely just not hearing) Arden's small 'oh!' as she let go. "I'm going to go annoy those two over there while I'm ordering!" Romina decided as she got up from her chair.

Daphne, Carolinha, Angel and Arden watched in awe as Romina practically skipped towards Draco and Blaise at the counter.

"I love her but she's freaking me out," Carolinha said.

"Try living next door to her," Arden said, "She's got the entire block freaked out."

"She's happy, that's all," Angel smiled. Romina had just poked Blaise in the back, something the latter wasn't quite happy with.

"Still, she might go poking the wrong bear," Daphne said because Romina was giggling after prodding Blaise on the side.

"Yeah, Blaise is quiet but he has a temper…" Carolinha said.

"I swear to God…" Blaise had to physically stop, take a step away from the glass counter, and take a deep breath because of Romina.

"She'll be fine," Arden waved it off as Romina left Blaise to pick on Draco next. "She's—oh, nope, now she's dead." For some reason, Romina had decided to slip her arms around Draco from behind. "The Oswells are no more." The girls all snickered at the joke but Angel was more quiet.

"Oswell, what the hell are you doing?" Draco had moved his arms up and would've tried shifting out of Romina's grip had that not included making him look like an outright idiot. "Get off me!"

"Not a hugger?" Romina laughed. She rested her chin just below his shoulder. "Did you get taller?"

Draco growled. "Get off me!" Blaise laughed beside them, an incorrigible mistake. "Make one comment, Zabini, I dare you!"

Blaise had the good sense not to but that didn't mean he stopped laughing. "Better you than me," he said in the end.

"Oh, I got one for you too, Blaise," Romina said with a big, teasing smile.

"Good—go get him then!" Draco exclaimed. "I think I preferred when you were all mopey and moody. Least that one didn't go touching people! OSWELL!"

Romina decided he had enough and pulled her arms away from him. She came to stand beside him and grinned at him. He looked away from her. Wasn't she tired of smiling already?

"You want to buy me some ice cream?" she asked and he immediately snapped 'No!'. This, however, still didn't take away her grin. "Please?" She cocked her head to the side, eyes blinking ever so innocently at him.

Draco released a breath. "Fine." He lied. He still preferred her this way over the moody and mopey version. Plus, maybe her rosey scent wasn't all that bad. He cleared his throat, straightening himself up and fixing the wrinkles that Romina had left on his clothes. If he focused—which he wasn't—he could smell a faint trace of the roses on him. "What are you going to want?" he asked Romina.

"I'm thinking chocolate, peanut butter and chocolate chip!"

"Are you sure that's the amount of sugar you want to take in?" This actually worried him because she practically had her face pressed against the display freezer without the heavy amount of sugar she was preparing to eat.

"Absolutely!"

Draco rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to waste his breath so he just made the orders. "So," he started as they waited, "You've decided to let others know that you've added some impressive surnames to your name."

Romina snorted. That sounded a little more like her. She threw him a look. "I mean they were going to find out anyways. It's not that big of a deal."

Draco wanted to remind her of how "big of a deal" it had been the last time they spoke about the matter, but she seemed so calm right now he didn't want to ruin it. "Well, Greengrass over there hasn't stopped babbling about your grandmother. Everybody knows the Gejels are an elite French pureblood family and the Scamanders have worked in the higher levels of the Ministry. Not to mention they are literal war heroes."

"You seem to know that off the top of your head. I had to read that to find out and then I heard some of it from the sources themselves."

Draco shook his head at her. "Leave it to you, Oswell, to not know the value of your family's legacies."

"Hey—you're the one who told me to forget about my family's legacies!"

"That was about your parents. There's no fixing the Oswell name."

Romina gasped with offence. "Well, thank you for your faith in me."

"You know what I mean!"

"You're essentially saying that I'm never going to shake off the reputation my parents left me which is a huge contradiction of what you've told me in the past."

"Why are you so stuck on what I said 'in the past'?"

"Because it was actually nice and meaningful," Romina folded her arms. "You don't have a lot of those moments."

Draco deadpanned her. "Seriously?"

Romina was very much serious with him. "Yes. So take it back or I will be hugging you again."

Draco took one step away from her, pointing a finger at her immediately. "Do that and you'll regret it."

"Good to know what I can threaten you with—never mind hexes," Romina laughed, putting her hands together. "This is even easier!"

"Go hug Angel or something." Draco fixed his collars and turned towards the display. "God knows he's probably asking himself why he didn't get one."

"Would you drop that?" Romina hissed, scooting herself closer to him so that nobody would hear. "It's not funny anymore."

"It is from where I'm standing. When are you going to let him down already?"

Romina did not hesitate to jab her elbow to his side. "Shush!"

"You can hurt me all you want but you'll eventually have to do it."

"Don't ruin my mood!"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to do that." Draco smirked. He could see from the corner of his eye that she was glowering. He focused entirely on the ice cream coming their way. He figured it would annoy her more.

In a short minute, they were walking back to their table with their ice cream.

"Woah, Rom, that's a lot of sugar," Arden said, eyes wide at the ice cream in front of Romina.

"I know! Isn't it heavenly?" Romina beamed and happily dug in. "You guys should probably order now."

"Oh, yeah, huh?" Arden got up and left the table for a minute and returned with several spoons for those who hadn't ordered.

Romina gasped and 'awd' when they started eating out of her ice cream. "That's mine!"

"Technically, it's mine," Draco said.

"Shut up!" She snapped and proceeded to shoo the intruding spoons from her dessert. She would end up giving up once they, primarily Daphne, began asking about her family.

Romina had no problem sharing everything she'd done so far with her family. She told them about the various designs she'd helped her grandmother, and aunt for that matter, with. She was excited to talk about the more in depth lessons she was learning with her grandfather about his numerous creatures.

"I'll be getting the highest grades in our Care of Magical Creatures class from now on," she said smugly as she dipped her spoon into what remained of her chocolate ice cream. "Well, maybe right after Rolf. He's a genius with that stuff."

"Are you willing to help us out then?" Arden chuckled. "Because some of the things that Hagrid chooses are kinda scary."

"That's because he's not actually a professor, King," scoffed Draco.

"Uh, a whole year says otherwise," she countered. "And the only reason you don't like it is because of what happened when you messed with the Hippogriff." At the reminder of the unfortunate incident, the group laughed.

Draco grumbled under his breath about his poor choices in deciding to even meet with them in the place.

Later on when they were done with their ice creams, they took to walking around Diagon Alley if only to kill some time. Everyone agreed being stuck at home wasn't exactly the life of the party. There were no significant events coming up in their respective homes.

"There is the World Cup this year," Angel remarked. "Anyone going?"

"Not my thing," Daphne crinkled her nose. "You can tell me all about it later on...or not…"

"I'm probably not either," Blaise admitted. "My mother already made plans to celebrate her newest engagement, so..."

"Congratulations?" Carolinha offered him a small smile.

"Eh…" Blaise waved her off. It wasn't a means of celebration after the eighth time.

"We're thinking about it," Angel said, "It's the first time it'll be held here in over 300 years. What about you two?" He asked Romina and Draco.

"Harry was talking about that and he says Ron's dad has some extra tickets so I might pop in. I'm not all about it either, like Daphne, but I do like the commotion of it."

Draco scoffed. "Don't hold your breath, Oswell. It'd be a miracle if Weasley's dad got tickets and even then, I wouldn't expect anything near the grounds."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Like I said, I'm mainly in it for the buzz of things. I don't recall hearing anything about you getting tickets, though. Not going at all?"

"My father's mentioned the possibility of an important invitation," he remarked much too smugly.

Romina wasn't at all surprised that he droned on about the supposed invitation. She purposely slowed her pace in hopes of giving her ears some rest. In her attempts to distract herself, she noticed the dark entry into another part of the alley. She recognized it straightaway.

Knockturn Alley.

She stared ahead to see if anyone liked around. Yeah, as if they would freely walk about. It didn't have the best of reputations, after all. Kind of like you.

She straightened up. The fact there were more dark objects in that part of the alley shouldn't necessarily mean that it's the "bad" part of town. She was sure that thought wouldn't be received well if anybody heard it, but she thought it was a fair statement. Nothing was bad unless you used it for bad reasons.

"Romina? What are you doing over there?" Angel's sharp call startled Romina out of her thoughts.

She hadn't realized that she'd stopped walking altogether. She was right in the face of Knockturn Alley.

"Romina, you shouldn't be close to there!" Angel was quick to lead the group back to their friend.

"I was just looking," Romina said weakly.

"What for?" Angel frowned. "You don't have any business being close to that area."

"Why not?" Her question stumped Angel.

His eyes widened. "What? What do you mean? That's Knock—"

"I know what it is," Romina gently cut him off. "But why shouldn't we know what's there?"

Angel sputtered out of shock. He looked at the others for some help. Most of them seemed as surprised as he was.

Romina playfully rolled her eyes at them. "You guys aren't understanding me. I'm not saying that we should all suddenly do dark magic with dark objects. Wouldn't it be better if we were aware of what some things were so we know how to best fight against it. How to be careful with them?"

"Isn't that what DADA class is for?" Daphne said, taking one noticeably big step back.

"Yeah, but we know they're never going to teach us about everything that's out there. Maybe we should see what is out there."

"No!" Angel was quick to say. "That's dangerous!"

"Plus, you wouldn't last in that area," Draco remarked. He met Romina's frowning face with a smirk. "What?"

"I would too last there," she said.

"No you wouldn't. It's not for the faint of heart."

"What? Like you?" Romina laughed. "Don't make me laugh. But you know what? Since we're here, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" If she wasn't so irked with him, his reaction would've made her actually laugh.

"What?" He brought a hand near his mouth. "Wh-why would I ever do that?"

Arden snorted. "It's a muggle saying, dumbass." Draco shot her a glare. "She's calling you out, basically."

"Oh I am," Romina agreed. "How's about a wager?"

Draco's interest was piqued. "Depends," he said in his most casual tone, "What do you want?" Romina's lips lifted into a wide smirk. It was admittedly hard to stay away from whatever deal she was about to offer. "What do you want, Oswell?"

"Hmm," Romina put her hands together, fingers tapping against each other, "Well, you seem to think that I won't be able to handle taking a little trip down Knockturn Alley—"

"Oh," Draco scoffed, "I don't 'think' it, I know you can't."

Romina wanted to smack the smirk off his face. "I can," she insisted. "In fact, I bet that I can last there, say...half an hour?"

"One hour," Draco corrected, "And I'm not saying more just because I actually kinda like you."

"Ooh," Romina put a hand over her chest. "Don't I feel special? I'll take your hour and when I come back, you're going to owe me."

"Rom, maybe we should take it a step back," Arden said, biting on her bottom lip.

Romina looked past Draco to see the equally troubled faces of the group, all except Blaise who seemed more amused than anything else.

"Yeah, that's not a place you want to get caught in by yourself," Carolinha said. Daphne could only squeak in agreement. She was scared most of all.

"Draco, don't make her do that." Angel was practically glaring at the blonde.

Draco, however, snorted. "I'm not making her do anything. She's just stubborn."

"And she is right here, ready to smack you if you act like I'm not here!" Romina huffed. "Are you going to accept or not?"

"Depends, what do I get if you don't make it the entire hour?"

"What do you want?"

Draco thought for a moment, making a show out of it all while ignoring the heavy glare that Angel was sending him. "Well, I could always use a favor," Draco ultimately decided on. "Yeah," he smiled to himself like he'd just done something amazing. "I want one moment in which you have to do something I want or need, no questions asked."

Romina evaluated the idea with a tapping finger against her chin. "Okay, but—" she pointed that same finger at him, "it cannot involve hurting anyone physically nor something that'll get me or someone else into trouble. Got it?"

Draco nodded. "Done. Oh, and there is no expiration date on this. I'm going to hold out on it until I see fit."

"Fine, whatever, but when I win…" Romina's eyes flickered to Arden for some reason, the brunette wearily sighing in return, "You have to spend the same hour in the muggle world."

A round of gasps erupted from their friends.

Draco's face fell in horror. "Absolutely not!"

Blaise finally made a noise and it was just to laugh. "Now it's interesting," he said to the others.

"This is beyond daft," Angel groaned. "Malfoy, just tell her no and we can move on."

"Yeah, tell me no," Romina taunted Draco in front of her.

And admit defeat? Draco literally felt his insides burn at the idea. Romina was challenging him and with a stupid pretty—not pretty, very not pretty—smirk. "You're on, Oswell. Don't worry, I'll come get you when we hear your inevitable screams."

Romina snorted and stepped back from him. "You wish!"

"Romina, this is a really bad idea!" Angel shouted, if only to claim some of the attention before disaster struck.

"It'll be fine, Angel," Romina said, already turning for the small steps leading into the darker alley.

"Sage and Lyonel won't like this," Arden warned her. "Now matter how guilty they are for keeping your family a secret, if they find out about this, they will kill you."

"So we don't tell them!" Romina hopped down the three steps. "I'll be back before you know it!" She spun around, eyes meeting Draco's. He was full of mirth even if he didn't want to admit it. "Better clear your calendar cos you're coming to my neighborhood soon."

"Keep dreaming, Oswell. I'll keep an ear out for your screams," he promptly retorted.

Romina turned away and strode for the infamous alley. There was no way in hell she was going to give him the satisfaction. Arden was right, though, if either of her aunt or uncle found out she was in Knockturn Alley, she was dead.

"I can't believe you just made her do that!" Angel practically exploded after Romina was out of hearing shot. He turned to Draco, absolutely livid with him. "Do you have any idea what's in there?" Angel scoffed and answered before Draco even had the chance. "Of course you do! You're—"

"Watch your tongue, Paes," Draco finally snapped and turned to meet Angel's glare, "I did not make her do anything. Did you see me push her? Walk her down the steps myself? No!"

"I mean, to his credit, this is by far the least amount of effort he's put into anything," Arden remarked and just as Draco was about to gesture at her in gratitude for making the point, he did a double-take at her. He was surprised they'd just agreed on something. Arden shrugged in return.

Angel was not on the same page. "Arden!"

"I'm sorry," Arden said, "But I've known Romina far longer than all of you. She was going in there no matter what. She's very competitive."

"Still, it's dangerous!" Angel exclaimed.

"She'll be fine," Draco waved him off. "She has one trick that, if she's smart enough, she'll use."

"What's the trick?" demanded Angel.

Draco smirked. "Guess you're not smart enough."

Carolinha genuinely thought she would have to go pull her brother away before he lunged on Draco. She really hoped Romina would come out soon.

~ 0 ~

It was shady, that Romina would immediately admit. It was a stark difference from Diagon Alley. She walked with her shoulders straightened, her head held high, like she knew exactly what she was doing. But of course, a fourteen year old girl walking by herself in one of the shadiest parts of the wizarding world was bound to draw some attention.

Ten minutes in and she had already been stopped by a couple wizards asking her what she was up to. Apparently, fourteen year old girls also entered this part of town with the intentions of pulling tricks. If only they knew.

Romina stopped by the only store that she recognized. Borgin and Burkes. Her eyes raked over the display windows. She lost count on the dark objects that were sprawled on not-so-clean pedestals. With no idea why, she pulled the door open and walked inside. The shop was dimly lit and absolutely cluttered. She abruptly stopped when she caught sight of human bones lying under a display. Her eyebrows knitted together. How horrible.

"What are you doing here?" A man's voice made her jump in place. She spun around to come face to face with an older man she would definitely not like to meet anywhere. His eyes bore down on her, demanding to hear her explanations.

Romina swallowed hard. "Umm...just...looking?" Well, that was a terrible excuse.

"Get out!" The man barked.

"No!" Romina snapped. You have got to get ahold of your temper! One day it was sure to get her in trouble...and that might be today.

The man was furious with her. "Now who the hell do you think you are?"

Romina's eyes raked over the shop and all its countless objects. She couldn't imagine any wizards with good intentions coming in here. Wizards without good intentions. Her eyes widened. The idea was set and now she would execute it.

"My name—" she started, loud and clear for a fourteen year old, "—is Romina Oswell, daughter of Elora and Caplan Oswell." She started to relax when the man leaned away from her. Her trick was working. "And who do you think you are talking to me like that?"

"I-I'm...you're an Oswell?" He took a full step back, his hands coming to press down the wrinkles in his robes.

Romina gave an affirmative nod. "Do you know my parents?"

"W-well, of course! Of course I do!" The man turned away from her, missing the big breath of relief that Romina took as soon as he turned. "Your parents were in here all the time."

Of course they were. Romina shook her head. She hated mentioning her parents to anybody but it was about damn time they did something for her that was useful.

"I'm Mr. Borgin," the man introduced himself, though he didn't look back at the girl. He started walking for the counter instead. "What can I do for you, Miss Oswell?"

"I…" That was the question, wasn't it? What did she even want? To waste time. Romina looked around the store again. "Like I said, I was just...perusing around."

Mr. Borgin gave a gruff nod. "Anything in particular catch your eye?"

"Not...yet…" Romina said slowly, She noticed spikey instruments were hanging from the ceiling. Nice, their own version of a chandeliers.

"I must say, it is strange to see an Oswell here all alone, especially you." Mr. Borgin eyed Romina carefully. "I have never seen you here."

"Wasn't old enough to understand," Romina said with a careless shrug of her shoulders. She didn't know whether it was good or bad that Borgin was smiling at her.

"Ah, and now that you do, does anything catch your eye? I'm sure we can put your money to good use."

Romina had the inkling suspicion that the man was aware of the Oswell vault in Gringotts.

"Your family typically indulges in poisons and potions," Mr. Borgin remarked.

"Indulges?" Romina lifted an eyebrow at him. "Present tense. Has...has anyone else from my family been here recently?"

Mr. Borgin's lips pulled into a wide smile, possibly menacingly. "You're living with the only Oswell who didn't join You Know Who, right?" Romina nodded silently. "You wouldn't know, then. I don't know either, of course."

Romina suspected that was not quite true. Her eyes narrowed. "You better not mention that I was in here," she warned. "I did inherit my father's temper and I have a reputation for my inability to control it."

Mr. Borgin laughed. "I have no interest in spiting the youngest Oswell. My only business is to sell, after all. If you have inherited your parents—your family's—gift for the Dark Arts, you know where to find us."

Romina swallowed hard, drawing a step back as if Borgin would come after her. "Yeah, I'll let you know if I find a use for those human bones over there." She turned away fast, though perhaps not fast enough in her opinion, and hurried out.

~ 0 ~

It had been an hour and a half since Romina had disappeared in Knockturn Alley. The concern and tension were palpable in the air amongst the group who had been doing nothing but waiting. Angel was pacing back and forth, mumbling things about how they had made the biggest mistake of their lives.

"Maybe we should tell someone," Daphne whispered to Arden. The two girls were sitting together on the ground.

"Are you mad?" Arden hissed in the same hushed tone. "We'll be in so much trouble. Romina's aunt and uncle will kill her."

"But it's been more than an hour," Daphne said, not that either of them needed the reminder. "At this point, wouldn't it be better if she just got in trouble with her family instead of getting in trouble in that alley?"

Arden started biting on her bottom lip. That would be the more reasonable option between the two. She glanced at the others. Carolinha was following Angel in his pacing, trying to calm him down and no doubt stop him from telling any of the adults. Angel had already made the threat several times since the time passed. Draco and Blaise were leaning against a wall, mumbling things to each other. Neither of them seemed all that concerned. Arden wondered if it was an unusual amount of faith they had in Romina or if it was their typical carelessness.

"Okay, that's it!" Angel exclaimed, stopping abruptly. Carolinha crashed into his back. "We need to do something! It's been a whole hour!"

"She probably got lost; should've given her a map or something," Draco remarked, earning a full glare from Angel in return.

"This isn't funny!" Angel snapped. "It's your fault!"

"I thought we had already discussed this. On the matter of things being my fault, this one's pretty low. Romina does whatever the hell she wants—did you even see her hair last year?"

"You know what, Malfoy? I am sick of you!" Angel started for him, leaving Carolinha to scramble and try to pull him back.

"There's a surprise," Draco rolled his eyes, infuriatingly calm. "It's not like you've been sending me death glares for the past hour."

"Angel, c'mon!" Carolinha held onto her brother's arm tightly. "It's not his fault. Nobody forced Romina to go in there!"

"You should listen to your sister," Draco told the frantic twin brother.

"Not an invitation for you to keep talking!" Carolinha snapped. She looked at Blaise for some help but he was beyond attempting to hold either side back.

"What is going on?" Everybody froze in their tracks at the sound of Romina's voice. She was both horrified and confused at the sight of the near standoff between Draco and Angel.

"Oh thank God!" Daphne zoomed past them all to attack Romina in a big hug. "You're alright!"

"Well of course I am!" Romina laughed and patted Daphne's back. "What'd you think was going to happen to me?"

"Bad things!" Angel exclaimed, pushing Carolinha off him and hurrying up to Romina. Daphne had just managed to let go when Angel took his turn and hugged Romina. "You're never going back in there again, do you understand? You were gone for more than an hour!"

"Oh yeah," Romina said, shrugging carelessly. "I kinda lost track of time."

"What were you doing?" Arden curiously asked.

"Well, I went into Borgin and Burks—fair notice, giving them the Oswell name is like a free pass into anything in that part of town."

"So, you figured out the trick," Draco walked over, never minding the glare Angel still had on him.

Romina, however, was smirking proudly. "I'm not an idiot. It was the first thing that came out of my mouth. For once, Elora and Caplan actually helped."

"Why were you there for so long?"

"There's a lot of things to see…" Romina waved the matter off in favor of a much better matter, "And so, it seems like I win, and you know what that means?" For a moment, Draco had forgotten the deal. The horror that crossed his face was much too funny not to laugh at. Romina clapped her hands together. "This is going to be amazing!"

"I'm not—I can't, Oswell!" He said, almost frantically. "My parents would never let me go near your...your neighborhood!"

"Please, I'm sure that brain of yours—" she managed to tap his forehead before he smacked her finger away, "—will come up with a decent lie."

"I'm not doing it," Draco declared.

"I think you have to," Blaise said, snickering on the side.

"Shut it, Zabini!"

"Nice doing business with you," Romina said with her own giggle.

"You shut it too, Oswell!"

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Phantom of the Opera!Loki x Reader: Pt 1

Alright, I'm writing it. Should there be smut, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Years upon years had culminated into this final moment. The final showdown between two of the most powerful magic workers in the entire kingdom of Asgard.

You stepped forward as your name was called, hands hanging loosely at your sides, trying to stay calm.

Rolf called from the crowds who had gathered to watch. “You can do this!” He grinned widely at you as you glanced towards him. You couldn’t help noticing the shock of blond hair glinting in the sunlight, his toothy smile as he winked at someone nearby him.

Nodding slowly, you raised your hands, preparing your stance as you faced your opponent.

The current reigning master of sorcery of Asgard towered over you. He was lithe, muscles coiled like a snake, taller than most of the warriors and twice as fast. Ivan.

Ivan had a number of terrible titles, insinuating how powerful and vicious he was, most of which you couldn’t recall as you stepped forward, gazing into his coal black eyes. His scruffy beard and messy brown hair did little for you, but you could suppose he was attractive to some. You had never fought him before, only seeing him practice from the sidelines, likely as he had done for you.

From somewhere else in the crowd, Mara cried your name, encouraging you on. All this despite the fight not having officially started.

“Soldiers!” One of the commanders called out. “On my mark.” There was a pause and you braced yourself. A sharp whistle burst and in the same moment, they roared, “begin!”

Ivan was predictable, powerful and one to end a fight quickly and efficiently. You sensed rather than saw the bolt of fire streaming towards you.

It would be too slow for gravity to pull you to your knees, to dodge it. Your hands rose, a shield before you blocking the blast and dissipating it harmlessly away from you. There was no time to revel in that moment of triumph though.

Fire ball after fire ball plunged towards you. You rolled to the side, rolling over and over as you grew dizzy, trying to get away from the heat blasts.

A whistle blew. An alert. You were in danger of leaving the confines of the match and forfeiting by fleeing.

You twisted and leapt forward, robes flapping around you as you finally managed to retaliate.

Ivan stumbled back, the green fire from your hands so distinct and familiar and yet… forgotten. Old magic, the likes Asgard had not used for many years.

A small army of illusions spread out from you. Five of you wavering as the images flickered, tricking the eye with the sparkle of the sunlight. All at once, the illusions, and yourself created snakes of fire around yourselves, lunging them at your opponent.

Ivan blocked all but one, confident in the illusions being unable to cause harm. He was wrong.

The last snake wrapped around his arm, crawling up the robe and singeing his flesh. Ivan cried out, shaking the snake free, where it landed and dissipated like the others.

Looking at you with murder in his eyes, your opponent balled his fists, rushing at you and began throwing physical blows. Punch after punch, fist wrapped in flames, you ducked and dodged, braced and parried.

Again the whistle sounded, vaguely audible over the onslaught of attacks.

On the dance went, Ivan attacking and you defending, seeking out a moment of opportunity.

A shrill whistle sounded, different than the others. You and Ivan turned at the same time, looking towards the commanders. “TIME!” They yelled in unison.

You blinked in surprise, lowering your defensive stance slowly.

Ivan huffed. “Maybe if you fought back instead of just dodging everything, we wouldn’t have had to do this.”

You scowled, crossing your arms. “A good sorceress always seeks an opportunity and is patient.”

“And if there is no opportunity, girl, you make one.”

You snapped your mouth shut, cheeks flushing in anger.

“Enough, the fight is over. Save your bitter words for true enemies of Asgard.” One of the commanders admonished the two of you. “Ivan, you remain lead battle mage.”

Ivan bowed. “Thank you, commander.”

The commander smiled at Ivan before turning to you. “You really did well, but as there can only be one lead…”

You shrugged. “Absolutely, I go where I am needed.”

The commander beamed at you again. “Support is just as important, without an army, the leader cannot lead.”

Rolf sauntered over, taking your hand. “My dear, you did amazing.”

“Shows over, lot, back to your posts. Competitors may rest for the evening.”

Rolf followed you back to the armory. Chatting all the while, and gushing about how well you had done, how oafish that Ivan was and just doing everything in his power to flatter you.

Rolf, your oldest and dearest friend. You had known him since you were both children, chomping at the bit to join the Einherjar of Asgard. He had excelled in the ranks as a regular warrior and for your part, you were doing quite well in sorcery. Likely in part to your recent tutoring. Your thoughts turned to your floor to ceiling mirror in your room, covered ominously with a drape.

“Come now! You should get changed. We shall have dinner together, yes?” Rolf pulled you from your thoughts.

“Dinner?”

“No?”

You bit at your lip, returning the last of your borrowed equipment to its rightful resting place. As you turned away, determined to make it back to your room, you fiddled with the laces on your bodice. The long green black gown you wore for battle swirled around you as you moved. “I don’t think that’s wise.” You admitted finally. The two of you had neared your room. You lifted the latch on the door, intricate locks coming undone as the door registered who you were. Many spells and curses to ward away any unwelcome guests.

Rolf watched the locks move, curiosity evident on his face. He glanced back at you, beaming once more. “Truly? It is just the dining hall, I didn’t have anything fancy planned. I know how you get when I try and woo you.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping into the room and turning around. Unable to stop him, Rolf had already slipped in behind you, eyes roving over the simple bedroom.

“That truly is a beautiful mirror. Shame you keep it covered.”

“It’s for meditation.” You muttered, walking over to the mirror to secure the knot fastening it shut.

Rolf sank onto your bed, patting it gently.

You moved to your vanity, sitting down and brushing absently at your hair. Removing layers and layers of battle gown until you were in a simple shift. Anyone other than Rolf, you would have felt strange, letting him see you so exposed, but he was your oldest friend and confidante.

Rolf walked up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders as he stared down at you, still smiling. “Remember when we were really little, we used to share a bed for sleepovers all the time.”

You smiled thinly, feeling a hint of rouge at your cheeks. “Yes, I remember. But that was then. This is now. We are both established figures in this city and I won’t have my reputation be sullied.”

Rolf leaned closer, his lips brushing your neck.

You shuddered and pulled away. “Don’t. Please.”

“Why not?” Rolf whispered, his breath brushing over your skin.

“I told you. I don’t have time for this.”

“Is it someone else?”

You glanced away sharply before trying to look up and meet his gaze. “Not like that.”

He didn’t seem to believe the half lie you were telling. In truth, there was someone else, or was there? Your magic tutor, secret as he may be, was still very strict, very set in his ways. Every time he spoke with you, he seemed vexed at the mere idea of someone being in your life. It couldn’t be jealousy, could it? You shook your head inwardly.

Rolf scowled. “Fine, then just dinner. We both eat in the mess hall, there’s time yet, get changed. I’ll meet you there.” Once more, he stole a kiss, pecking your cheek with a sassy grin and wink. “Two minutes! Meet you there.”

The door slammed shut behind him and a deafening silence fell over the small room.

You stood, as if by someone else’s volition, and made your way to the mirror. Tossing back the drapes, it towered over you. Beautiful, intricately made, the edges looked to be of solid gold, marked with deep green emeralds. You slid your hand over the smooth expanse of gold, careful not to mar the perfect surface of the glass. It seemed as if you were staring at a basin of water, so close to touching it and disturbing its surface. Your fingers moved along the carvings and etchings, ancient runes marking the mirror in words you were only just beginning to know.

Your breath caught in your throat as a deep voice whispered from somewhere in the room.

“That scum!”

You cowered, turning from the mirror to look around the room. “Please! He’s just an old friend.” You whispered, still looking around.

“Insolence!” The voice snarled again.

“He means nothing to me.” You added softly.

There was a moment of silence as the voice softened. “You did well today. I watched your duel.”

Despite yourself, you felt a smile curl at the corners of your mouth. “You did?”

“Of course.”

You looked around, the voice was magically amplified and there was no way of finding it. Even with your vast magical powers, the best you had was looking in the mirror, allowing your dark master to know when you were available or sought him.

“But that boy…” the voice trailed off, venom lacing each word.

“Please, think not of him.”

“Yes… The match though, you should have won. You are better than this.”

You winced and nodded. “I’m sorry, I hesitated, I let it draw on too long.”

“Patience is not a bad thing.” There was a long drawn out silence.

Finally you whispered, back still to the mirror. “Will I ever see you, master?”

A deep, throaty chuckle spread around the room, like invisible fingers crawling up your spine and slowly circling your throat. You grasped at your throat, feeling the hand tighten. Completely lost to this sort of magic, you closed your eyes, allowing your body to relax and give in to the feeling.

“Turn around.”

The voice was much clearer, much closer.

The mirror stood before you, but instead of seeing your own reflection, a man stood there. He wore curious garb, a long flowing black cape, and a stark white mask. And yet, he was so much more than a man. Your mouth dropped open in awe as you gazed up at him.

Slowly his hand extended towards you, closer and closer until it would hit the surface of the mirror. You found yourself mimicking his actions, your hand moving to rest on the cool surface of the mirror. Yet to your surprise, the surface of the mirror rippled. It felt cool to your touch, yet warm as the room. Your palm met his warm palm, his hand twisting slightly until your fingers were laced together.

“Come.” He purred.

You stepped forward, into the mirror. At this point, you wondered if you might walk into the glass, all of this an illusion, but his hand felt so real. Closer and closer, until your body moved through the mirror. It was like stepping into a lake, viscous and slowing. You felt like you were floating as he pulled you in to the mirror.

In the distance, someone cried your name, tugging at the locked door, but it was gone.

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