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Forgotten Fairytale

Part 3

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“We have two announcements today. First, we have a new student, (Y/N). As some of you may know, (Y/N) is a dragon-vampire hybrid and I expect each and everyone of you to treat him with respect. To whom it may concern, he is not our next monster. We’ve recently encountered a Night Hag.” Alaric announced to the remaining student body that had chosen not to leave. You kept your arms crossed, making eye contact with Hope. You gave her a triumphant smirk and got an eye roll in return.

“A Night Hag is a malevolent spirit trapped on the astral plane that can only interact with us through dreams. In this case, nightmares.” Alaric explained, murmurs spreading through the students.

“So, like, Freddy Kruger?”

“Well, in the sense that what happens to you in your dreams seems to happen to you in real life, yes. But, the good news is we’re safe, so long as we stay awake.” Alaric explained, nodding to the questions. He noticed tension rise and cleared his throat.

“We’ve lined up more evacuation shuttles. They should be running all afternoon, so please, for those who don’t want to stay and fight, take advantage of them.” Alaric licked his lips. You gave a small snort, biting your bottom lip. Ryan had mentioned a possible run in with monsters but he seemed confident in your abilities to protect yourself. Once you had your father back, you’d make sure he faced some monsters of his own. You stood once Alaric dismissed everyone, noticing him motion for you to come over. With a deep sigh, you walked towards the stage he was on.

“I’ve got your classes sorted out. You’ll be taking typical high school courses, plus some of the supernatural courses we typically give to everyone. You’ll have some vampire classes and finally, a one-on-one with Dorian to talk about dragons. Dorian insisted on it. I would like you to speak with Emma, she’s one of our teachers and also the counselor for those who need one.” Alaric explained, handing you a paper. You gave it a once over before looking up at him.

“And why would I need to speak with a counselor? I’m perfectly fine.”

“Considering you walked out on Dorian after a mention of your father, I don’t think you’re fine.” Alaric gave a tight lipped smile, patting your arm as he walked by. You blew a raspberry, looking back down at the paper.

“Oh, and by the way, these uniforms are horrendous.” You called to him, stepping off the stage and making brief eye contact with Hope as she spoke to Landon.

“I have to agree with you on the uniforms being horrendous. We look like preppy golf kids.” You looked at the guy walking beside you.

“All we’re missing are the pants and the golf course.” You grinned, chuckling as the guy nodded and laughed along.

“I’m Kaleb, by the way. I’m a vampire, so I guess that means I’ll be seeing you around.” Kaleb gave a grin. You hummed, looking forward.

“Man, you and those other dudes got lucky. You don’t have to take these exams.”

“But, we do have to deal with the bullshit this school brings.” You stopped by a water fountain, leaning down and drinking from it. Kaleb leaned against the wall, arms crossing.

“Actually, I think that Landon guy was the one who brought the monsters with him. Things went to shit when he got here and-”

“It’s not Landons fault. The knife had been at this school for god knows how long.” You leaned up, wiping your mouth as your gaze fell on Rafael.

“Well, like I said, we gotta deal with the bullshit the school brings.”

“And to do that, we have to be a team. We can’t insult or push each other away.” Rafael said, glancing between you and Kaleb. You let out a small snort, grinning as you shook your head.

“Doesn’t that go against your nature? That’s all mutts know how to do. That and throw temper tantrums.” Kaleb snickered at your words. Rafael sighed, eyes shutting briefly in an attempt to stay calm and relaxed.

“You don’t have to worry about me, puppy. I can be a good teammate as long as you stay out of my way. Same goes for you.” You glanced at Kaleb before turning around and walking away. You walked to your first class, stepping inside and getting ready for a boring day of school.

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You ran your fingers over the books on the shelves, grabbing one and pulling it out of the shelf. You stepped out of the library and found a nice cushion seat, opening the book and flipping through the pages. You stopped on the one you had been looking for.

Klaus Mikaelson: The Great Evil

Your eyes swept over the writing, searching for any mention of Hope. She was powerful but she hadn’t become a full tribrid yet. You paused, hearing footsteps coming from the hallway along with someone humming softly.

“Dr. Saltzman!”

“”Dr. Saltzman, I have changed my mind. I’ve decided to take you up on your offer and get the hell out with every other sane person here.””

“No, actually, I took your advice and I stayed busy, and I think I found something.” You lifted your head at Landon’s words, hearing their footsteps head back down the hall. You stood up from your seat, turning your head and watching them turn a corner. You looked down at the book in your hands, gently biting your bottom lip.

“I definitely didn’t sign up for this… but I might as well enjoy the ride.” You looked back up, heading down the hall and entering the small library where Landon, Hope, and Alaric were at. You leaned against the railing, watching them speak.

“Why would a monster need to disguise itself as another monster? The Oneiroi sounds freaky enough.” Hope said, glancing between Landon and Alaric.

“Because if we knew what it actually was..”

“We’d know how to stop it.” Alaric finished for him, nodding.

“Hope, kiss him for me.” Alaric said, turning and heading towards the stairs. He looked up, noticing you. He slowed down, head tilting.

“Need something, (Y/N)?” Alaric asked, heading up the stairs. You shook your head, fingers drumming against the book.

“Just eavesdropping.” You shrugged. Alaric let out a small laugh, nodding as he walked by.

“Don’t think you’re off my radar, (Y/N).” Hope called, arms crossing as she cocked a brow at you.

“I’m honored you care so much about me, Red. It’s real sweet, though I think you should be more invested in your boytoy. Keep your eye on this one, Discount Jughead. She seems to have… a wandering eye. You shouldn’t forget who her mother was in love with.” You gave them a wink, turning around. You stepped towards a bookshelf, sliding the book into the shelf.

“What about your family? What were they like?” Hope asked, approaching the stairs. You turned to look at her.

“My mother gave my father a gift and then she left. At least she didn’t die because of me.” You leaned forward slightly as she got closer. Hope stopped a few feet from you, jaw clenching.

“You know nothing about me.”

“I could say the same, Red. I might’ve been a dick when I was younger but atleast I never tried to kill someone who loves me and raised me. You had a mother who was invested in you and loved you. It would’ve never crossed my mind to hurt my father, no matter how pissed I was.” You sneered, watching her facade begin to crumble. Hope remained silent for a few passing minutes.

“We should probably tell the others about our new discovery.” Landon piped up softly. Hope turned her head towards him, nodding.

“Yeah, I.. I have a plan.” Hope breathed out, looking back at you.

“Making enemies on your first day is the stupidest idea you’ve probably come up with.” Hope said, brushing past you. Landon slowly walked up the stairs, awkwardly approaching you.

“Hope is a.. She’s a good person-”

“You don’t have to defend her when she’s not around, My Chemical Romance.” You stared at him, giving a small eye roll.

“Why are you such a dick?”

“Well, my dad told me my mom was a bit of a bitch. I probably got it from her.” You shrugged, turning around and leaving the library. You heard Landon catch up with you.

“I was in the foster system for most of my life. I can understand some of your feelings regarding not knowing your mom and-”

“Listen, Gerard Way, I’m not interested in being your friend. I’ve been taught and shown that humans are the least trustworthy creatures on this planet. It’s better to be alone than to trust a human. They’re like chihuahuas. They think they’re at the top when they’re actually at the bottom and I’d rather not have my life in the hands of one.” You looked at him.

“Fair comparison.” Landon mumbled. “But, some humans are good and they mean well-”

“We can have this conversation after I take a nap.” You entered the lounge area where Hope had gathered the rest of the boys. Hope explained that the Night Hag was actually an Oneiroi.

“I know it sounds bad, but now that we know what the creature is, we can fight it.”

“How the hell are we supposed to kill a dream demon?”

“Leave that to me. But since I can’t fall asleep without compromising the location of the urn, I need someone else to pull it out of the dream plane and into our waking reality.” Hope explained, looking over everyone.

“So, Freddy Krueger, like I said.” Another vampire, MG, pointed out.

“And how the hell are we supposed to do that?” Rafael asked, looking back at Hope.

“By entering the dream plane, getting a hold of it, and waking yourself up.” You answered, shrugging lightly.

“Just like in the movies.” MG nodded in agreement to your response. Kaleb hummed, nodding.

“Is it too late to get on the evacuation bus?” Kaleb asked, tilting his head as you snorted. Hope gave a sympathetic look.

“No. I mean, I’m not gonna ask all of you to stay for this, it has to be your choice.” Hope said, silence following. Landon quickly stood up.

“I’m not leaving unless Hope does.” Landon said. Hope didn’t seem exactly thrilled as she gave a small hum. She looked at Rafael, brows raised in question.

“I’m not leaving Landon behind.”

“You two are very codependent.” You mumbled, hearing Kaleb snicker and nod.

“I’m a founding member of the Super Squad-”

“The fuck is a ‘Super Squad’?”

“-So I can’t bail.” MG stood up from his seat with a supporting smile. The four of them turned towards you and Kaleb.

“Y’all are gonna get yourselves killed.” Kaleb said, looking at Hope.

“But if MG stays, I stay.” He added with a sigh, looking at you.

“This reeks of drama and chaos so, I’m definitely staying and watching this go down.” You grinned, shrugging lightly. “But I’m not gonna be a member of this.. ‘Super Squad’ shit you have going on.”

“In that case, it’s naptime.” Hope said, giving a small nod.

“I’ll go speak with Dr. Saltzman. Get set up in the gym. Bring blankets, pillows, and anything else that might help you fall asleep.” Hope walked past them and Landon quickly followed.

“Codependency is a big problem here, huh?” You shook your head, glancing at Kaleb. You grabbed one of the pillows off the couch and turned, heading towards the gym. You watched the others bring the necessary stuff, Hope and Landon entering while deep in what seemed like an argument.

“You are gonna sleep with us, right?” Kaleb asked, noticing you hadn't made a small bed like they had.

“No.” You shook your head, arms crossing.

“What do you mean, no?” Landon frowned, brows furrowing.

“You don’t want to see me wake up from a nightmare. Accidental shifting and accidental arson isn’t pretty.” You shrugged lightly. Hope hummed.

“We don’t need a confused dragon causing an accident.” Hope looked at the rest of the guys. They lied down in a circle, slowly falling asleep one by one. Hope stepped towards you, closely watching each of them.

“It was a shit move to bring up your mom. I’ve been on edge since dad disappeared.” You said quietly, ignoring the surprised look Hope gave you.

“Sorry for that.” You walked away from her, careful to be quiet so as to not wake them up. You noticed each of the boys becoming more twitchy, faces contorted in confusion or fear as the hours began to pass.

“How come you aren’t tired?” Hope asked softly.

“You think I could sleep with my only family gone?” You looked at her with raised brows. Hope nodded, looking down to see that Rafael, MG, and Kaleb had stopped twitching as much.

“It’s almost time.” Hope turned, quickly leaving the gym. You gently toyed with your necklace, licking your lips and turning to face the boys when they all suddenly awoke. They stood and began talking all at once, making you huff in annoyance.

“Calm down, Hope’s handling it.”

“What? What the hell-” Landon was cut off by Oneiroi and Hope crashing through one of the doors. Hope quickly got up, blowing some hair out of her face.

“Stay back, I got this.” She called, running forward and tackling the demon before promptly getting choked.

“Yeah, she’s totally got this.” You mumbled, picking up two wooden pieces that had belonged to the now broken doors. You approached her, stabbing the pieces through the demons’ eyes. Hope let out a gasp for breath as the demon disappeared into a cloud.

“Thank you.” She coughed, rubbing her throat.

“Next time, be prepared.” You stood, letting Landon help her up as Alaric rushed in with his crossbow. You tossed the wood aside, turning and walking past Alaric. You thought back on the urn and Hope mentioning she knew where it was. Befriending her to find it would be a problem in itself.

“(Y/N)!” Alaric called after you, quickly jogging after you. You turned to face him, raising a brow.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for helping Hope. How’d you know how to kill it?” Alaric asked.

“Like I said, dragons don’t just horde inanimate objects. I like to read as a pastime and most of the time, the books have to do with the supernatural.” You answered, shrugging lightly. Alaric nodded, reaching out and gently touching your arm.

“Thank you.. I’m sure Hope appreciates it.” Alaric gave a small smile. You nodded, licking your lips as Alaric turned and went to check on everyone. He passed by Hope who gave him a small smile and nod. She turned her head to look at you, arms gently wrapping around herself. She slowly approached you, gaze on the ground.

“I know you could’ve just let me get hurt but.. Thank you for helping me. I know we got off on a terrible foot so, I hope we can be a bit more civil with each other.”

“We’ll see.”

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Cherry Wine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peters new girlfriend isn’t what she seems

WARNING: domestic abuse

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Lorina Dodson.

Peters girlfriend of two months now. You and Ned didn’t think they’d last more than a week but they had somehow managed to surpass all expectations.

You tried to be happy for Peter, but you just could my figure out what he saw in her. She was rude, volatile , and had a mean streak to her. It took all your will power not to get down on your knees and beg Peter to break up with her. Not even because you were in love with him, which was Ned’s running theory, but because he wasn’t happy. You weren’t blind to the look he got on his face when she came around. Not to mention that he came back from hanging out with her looking sadder and more worn down than before. Peter didn’t like to talk about his relationship much and you didn’t understand until one night when he came to your room for patching up.

“They got you pretty good tonight, didn’t they?” You chuckled softly as you dabbed hydrogen peroxide on Peters busted lip. He had come to you for repairs before since he lived across the street and you were usually able to joke around about how neat up he had gotten. Tonight, the misty look in his eyes told you he wasn’t in the mood for joking.

“Something like that.” Peter smiled sadly, winching a little when you blew on his cut.

“Sorry.” You spoke softly and looked in his eyes. You could see the redness surrounding his eyelids and put your supplies down. “What happened tonight?”

“I got my confidence shaken pretty badly.” Peter shrugged and refused to meet your eyes.

“Maybe you should tell Lorina about your double life.” You suggested. “I can always patch you up but I can’t exactly kiss it better.”

As much as you disliked his girlfriend, and the fact that he had a girlfriend in the first place, you knew there were some things only a girlfriend could fix. You couldn’t take Peter into your arms and comfort him the way she could. Peter shook his head and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

“I don’t think I’m where I’m supposed to be.” His voice cracked and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. You held him against your tummy and stroked his hair to soothe him.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“She won’t let me be.” He cried and buried his face in your shirt.

“Lorina?”

“We fight all the time.” He sniffled. “I feel like I can’t grow as long as I’m with her. She’s keeping me in one place and I don’t want to be there anymore.”

“Can’t you just break up with her?” You thought the solution was obvious.

“I tried but,” he shrugged in misery, “she said I was all she had. She started freaking out and saying she-“

“Shhh.” You cut him off when you saw how worked up he was getting. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“That’s not even that half of it.” He whimpered and your face twisted in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You wondered.

“I can’t tell you.” He began to cry again. “I’m sorry.”

You looked out your window, deep in thought as you comforted Peter. Something about his relationship wasn’t right but you didn’t want to push him for information when he was already upset. You let him lay down on your bed and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. Sleep was a stranger to you that night as you laid awake, wondering what Lorina had done to make him that upset.

“Ugh! Peter totally bailed on me again.” Lorina’s voice snapped you out of your daydream of that night with Peter. “How many times he can forget he has a science project due the next day?”

You gave her a fake smile and cursed Peter briefly for leaving you alone with her. You knew he had to run off on an unexpected Spider-Man escapade, but Lorina didn’t know that.

Or need to know.

“Thats Peter for you. You’re gonna have to get used to that.” You told her with false sympathy and began to walk towards your apartment.

“Whatever.” She grumbled and eyed you’re for a moment. “What about you? Do you want to hang out?”

You stopped in your tracks and shut your eyes tightly as she asked exactly what you didn’t want her to ask.

“Oh, that’s okay.” You turned around and gave her a tight smile.

“No, I think we should.” She was blind to your indifference. “Peter wants us to be friends, anyway.”

“Sure. Why not?” You reluctantly agreed and followed her in the opposite direction. She began to describe a fight she got into with a teacher while you half listened. The more time you spent with her, the less you understood what Peter saw in her. When she began to curse out a teacher you always liked, you fully tuned her out. Your attention shifted to a child crying outside of a jewelry store. He was looking around and unattended, giving the impression that he was lost.

“I’ll be right back.” You told Lorina and walked over to the little kid.

“Whatever.” She mumbled, not bothering to look up from her phone as she took a seat outside a bakery.

You jogged across the street and knelt down in front of the little kid.

“Hey, buddy.” You gave him a gentle smile. “Need some help?”

It didn’t take long for him to dial his moms number and tell her where he was. Frankly, you wish it took longer. His mother came back in no time and gave you a grateful smile as she hugged her son. You smiled at the family and went back to Lorina across the street.

“Who was that?” Lorina cocked an eyebrow at the child and his mom who were now walking away.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and sat back down. “He couldn’t find his mom so I let him use my phone.”

“You let a random little kid touch your phone?” She asked in disgust.

“Of course, he was lost.” You said simply. “Plus, I love kids so it didn’t bother me.”

“I hate little kids.” Lorina laughed and sunk back in her chair. “My sister ran over my foot with her bike last year and totally broke like half my toes. I started hitting her and my stupid neighbors called the police. They didn’t even care that she started it.”

You looked to the side to shield your shocked expression and quickly composed yourself.

“Oh, wow.” You squeaked out and cleared your throat. You looked am back at her with hope that she was joining but her face was completely serious.

“It was the literally the stupidest thing.” She rolled her eyes. “I had to go to these like, court ordered anger management classes for a year. Can you believe that?”

“No, I can’t.” You answered honestly. You wondered if Peter knew about her anger issues and feared for him if he did.

“It’s whatever. It was that or jail, so.” She shrugged like normal people had to decided between court ordered classes or jail. You laughed awkwardly and tried to think in excuse to get away from this girl.

“What happened to your sister?” You asked, already anxious for her response.

“She was such a baby about. My dad totally took her side and moved out. I don’t care though. I’m much happier without her.” She scoffed and went back to texting.

“I’m sorry about your dad moving out.” You tried to show sympathy. “Do you miss him?”

“Please.” She laughed at your words. “He hated me ever since I broke my little sisters arm. And that was like, three years ago and he still couldn’t let it go. It was her fault that time too. I told her if she went in my room one more time I was gonna twist her arm and literally the next day I find her in my room.”

“So what happened?”

“I did what I said.” She stated. “I twisted her arm but she was like 6 so it broke and I had to get removed from the house for three days. God, I hate that brat.”

You stared at her in bewilderment but she was too busy texting to notice. You got a sick feeling in your stomach as you thought back to your conversation with Peter. Was this what he meant by not being able to tell you the half of it?

“Does Peter know about this?” You asked quietly, praying he had no idea about her violent streak.

“No. You don’t tell your boyfriend these things. It’s not like he ever talks to me anyway. He’s always hanging out with you.” She gave you the side eye and you didn’t know if you should be relieved just yet. Just because he didn’t know about her past doesn’t mean he hadn’t experienced her present.

“Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly. “You guys hung out last night though, right?”

“Yeah. We had a fight though. But I think I fixed the problem. He��s not gonna mess up again.” She said with a confidence that sent a chill down your spine.

“I’m glad you guys could work it out.” You said with a dry mouth. Your eyes drifted down to her knuckles, which were red and bruised. She saw you staring and pulled her hands into her sleeves so you couldn’t see them anymore. You quickly looked away and pretended not to notice, but you couldn’t get the image out of your mind. Something inside you told you it was time to leave.

“I gotta go.” You stood up abruptly and gave her a fake sad face. “I forgot I have a…science project.” You hoped she wouldn’t pick up on the fact that you and Peter used the same excuse when lying, but her face told you that she did.

“Uh, sure. Go nuts.” She rolled her eyes and you took that as your cue to leave. As soon as you had your back to her, your face twisted in fear. Something was going on that Peter sent telling you about. And if he wasn’t gonna tell you, you were gonna get it out of him.

“How was patrol last night?” You started your plan to get the truth out of Peter off slowly. He was hanging out with you Sunday night since he had been with Lorina Saturday night. He had to work out a schedule early in his relationship to make sure he had time to see both his girls.

He just hated the days that weren’t spent with you.

“I didn’t go out last night.” He told you. “Lorina was feeling a little neglected so I hung out with her. She told me you two hung out the other day, though.”

“Oh yeah. After school.” You thought back to your time with his girlfriend and shuddered. “She’s uh…interesting.”

“I’m glad you guys get along.” He smiled slightly and you caught sight of a forming bruise on the side of his face. You hadn’t noticed it until he turned his face into the light, and now it was all you could see.

“Hey.” You squinted your eyes and took Peters chin between your fingers. “Your eye is bruised.”

“Is it?” He touched it and winced. “Must’ve happened on patrol.”

“I thought you skipped patrol to hang out with Lorina?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh, right.” His face faltered. “I went on patrol after.”

“I didn’t see you on the news.” You tilted your head. You could always count on a Spider-Man sighting on the cover of a magazine the morning after patrol but hadn’t seen one that morning.

“It was a quiet night.” He lied and looked away from you.

“It was a quiet l night but you have a black eye?” You asked and the sick feeling returned to your tummy.

“Haha, yeah.” He scratched the back of his head. “Some guy punched me pretty hard.”

When he moved, his sleeve slid up his arm and you could see deep red scratches on his skin. You took his arm and inspected it closely. You had accidentally stretched yourself enough times to know what caused them.

“These are nail marks.” You looked up at him for answers. Little flakes of red nail polish were still lingering on his skin. Peter pulled his arm away and cradled it.

“She grabbed my arm pretty hard, too.” He said with a flushed face.

“I thought you said it was a guy?” You caught his slip up and Peters eyes widened in a panic. You could see him struggling to get his story straight and it only worried you further.

“It was dark. I couldn’t really tell.” He stammered. You knew Peter well enough to know when he was lying. The alternative to him getting beaten on patrol was almost too much for you to process.

“You’re bruised, Peter. What happened?” You whispered as tears came to your eyes. “I know you weren’t on patrol last night.”

“Yes, I was.” He insisted but you couldn’t believe him. You knew who gave him those bruises.

“You’re lying to me.” You protested. “Since when do you lie to me?”

“I’m not lying. I was on patrol.” He repeated with desperation. His eyes pleaded with you to drop it but you just couldn’t. You coudk the stand by and let it happen.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You snapped and gently touched his black eye. You rubbed your thumb over the bruise as delicately as you could and thought back to Lorina’s red knuckles. Peter could see the wheels turning in your brain and white hit fear went through him.

“Did she do this?” You whispered and Peter flinched slightly.

“Who?” Peter pretended not to know what you were talking about.

“Lorina.”

Peters face told you everything you needed to know. For a minute, he was a different person. Your typically smart and strong best friend became a pale, submissive shell of a man at the mention of her name. It was like she was in the room with you, solentikg tormenting a defenseless Peter. You could see the fear in his eyes when you said her name and it confirmed your worst nightmare.

She was abusing him.

Peter let out a few shaky breaths as he composed himself before shaking his head.

“What? Are you crazy? Why would my girlfriend hit me?” He licked his dry lips and tried to think of a better excuse.

“For the same reason she had to go to her court ordered anger management classes. She obviously had a problem with violence, Peter.” You began to cry as Peter continued to defend his abuser. You drew your hands away from his face and ran to his bathroom, puking in toilet as the sickness in your stomach finally caught up to you. You wiped your mouth and went back to Peter, who was holding himself like a child trembling. You walked up to him and said nothing, only staring him down until he confessed.

“Lorina would never hit me.” He said quietly and turned away from you. Your blood heated up inside you and he continued to lie his way out of admitting what was really going on.

“Why are you protecting her?” You yelled and Peter wiped around with a rage behind his eyes.

“Because I don’t know what to do!” He screamed and his face contorted in misery as he began to sob. “I don’t know what to do.”

You watched your best friend break down before taking him into your arms. He cried on your shoulder as you stroked his hair, in tears yourself.

“Peter…” You mumbled and pressed a sorrowful kiss to his head. Peters body shook against yours as he let out the tears he had been holding in. He pulled away after a minute and you were able to wipe his tears with your hands.

“How long has this been going on?” You asked gently as you handed him a tissue.

“She smacked me a few weeks into our relationship and she swore it would never happen again.” He sniffled.

“But it did, didn’t it?”

“Almost everyday. She just gets so mad all the time.” His voice cracked and you pulled him into another hug. “It’s never even over something I did. If she got a bad grade or got yelled at by a teacher, she takes it out on me. What did I do wrong?”

You pulled away and held his face between your hands.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You assured him. “People like her don’t need a reason to be violent. They just are. This isn’t your fault.”

“It feels like it is.” He shrugged sadly. “If I was a better boyfriend-“

“Stop that.” You cut him off. “Don’t make excuses for her. She’s an abuser. There is nothing you did or didn’t do that made her hurt you. She would’ve done this regardless.”

“I just feel so stupid.” He whimpered. “She’s always so apologetic after she hits me, and I always forgive her. I keep believing her when she says it won’t happen again, and then it does happen again and I feel like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot. This is not your fault.” You swore. Peters bottom lip trembled as he searched your face, latching onto you for much needed comfort.

“I don’t know how to handle this.” He shook his head. “There’s no advice for men online. No one thinks we can be the victims too.”

“I’m so sorry, Peter. I believe you.” You pulled him down on the bed and held him close. He rested his head over your heartbeat and let you play with his hair. You couldn’t heal him, but you could remind him how it felt to be loved.

“Thank you.” He mumbled in appreciation as he leaned into your touch. He could already feel himself relaxing with you.

“Has she ever made you bleed?” You wondered as you untangled a knot in his curls.

“It’s rare, but it happened a few times.” He told you. “It’s strange; when it runs into your mouth, it’s almost…sweet.”

You didn’t know what to say, not trusting your voice to be steady if you tried to speak. It killed you that Peter has endured the abuse for so long and you felt almost ashamed for not realizing he needed help sooner.

“I could hurt her.” He said suddenly. “I could hurt her with half the force she uses against me. I know that.”

“But you don’t.”

“And I never would.” He confirmed.

“I’d never expect you too. It takes a big man to have the power you have and not fight back.” You looked down at him from your position. He gave you a sad smile before looking away.

“Then why do I feel so weak?” He asked timidly.

“You’re not weak. Shes just weighing you down.” You shook your head, angry at the thought of her. A silence settled in your room, the only sounds coming from your breathing.

“Why do you stay?” You asked suddenly. You couldn’t understand how a boy as smart as Peter could stay in a relationship that was so obviously toxic.

“There was this study that if you put frogs in boiling water, they’ll jump right out. But if you put a frog in warm water and slowly raise it to a boil, it’ll stay there until it dies. That’s what an abusive relationship is like.” Peter said slowly. “She slowly raised the temperature and now I’m…”

“Dying?” You finished his sentence for him and held him tighter. “I don’t want you to stay until you die. You deserve so much better.”

“Maybe I don’t deserve better. It’s not like over ever been given better. Maybe I’m getting exactly what I deserve.” Peter spoke softly, making you sit up. You climbed on top of him and pinned him to the mattress.

“Don’t say that, okay?” You demanded as your nose almost touched Peter’s. “That’s her talking. You have value that she can’t never take away. You deserve everything good in this world. I never want to hear you say that again.”

Peter breathed heavily as he looked up at you with a pink blush on his face. You became aware of your position and rolled off of him, laying next to him on the bed.

“Thanks.” He said breathlessly as you both stared at the ceiling.

“You’re welcome.” You rolled onto your side and looked at Peter. “I’m here for you, but we can’t fix this on our own. We need to tell an adult.”

“If I tell people, everyones gonna laugh at me for not fighting back.” Peter pointed out.

“No smart person would laugh at someone strong enough to take abuse this long.” You insisted. “You’re brave for not fighting back.”

“You think?” He smiled shyly at you. You smiled back and wrapped an arm around his torso.

“I know.”

You spotted Lorina the next day in the courtyard, face once again buried in her phone. The principle was busy calling her parents to let her know she was no longer welcomed back at Midtown Tech. She assured you and Peter that she would call the police as soon as she contacted Lorina’s parents, but you still wanted to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to give her a going away present before she left yours and Peters life forever.

“Hey, Lorina.” You walked up to her with a big smile.

“Oh, hi Y/n.” She said without looking up.

“Peter looked pretty beat up today.” You commented and leaned against the wall. She looked up from her phone with an annoyed expression and gave you a once over.

“Look, I don’t know what he told you but-“

“He didn’t tell me anything.” You cut her off and stepped closer to her. “Even covered in your bruises, he protected you. I just figured it out.”

“Couples fight. You wouldn’t know.” She sassed you and tried to go back to her phone. You pushed her phone down and stepped in front of her to gain her full attention.

“Couples fight with their words, not their fists.” You caged her between your arms and got in her face. “And from what I understand, your fights are always one sided.”

“It’s not my fault if he can’t be a man and defend himself.” She stepped up to you with a fire in her eyes.

“Peter would never hit you because he’s a boy. But guess what?” You asked as you cracked your knuckles.

“What?” She raised an unamused eyebrow.

“I’m not a boy.” You quipped before your first collided with her face.

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan Characters: Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Neal Nolan, Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Alexandra (Once Upon a Time), Phillip II (Once Upon a Time), Original Female Character(s), Robin | Margot Additional Tags: Neverland (Once Upon a Time), Curses, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Emma Grows Up Happy, Evil Queen curses Emma, season 6 AU, Angst, Magic, Hurt, Canon Divergence Chapters 1|2|3|4|5| okay here is chapter 6 of my Neverland fanfic! I hope you enjoy please leave me a comment on A03 I’d really appreciate it!

I also have a collage for my story below, ignore the badly photoshopped Alex Pettyfer as Neal Nolan!

Emma woke up on the morning of her 28th birthday and she felt like she had a hangover even though she hadn't been drinking. In fact, it was worse than a hangover because she had woken up with 2 lives inside of her head.

But it wasn’t like in New York, because that life was based on a lie and false memories, she actually had lived 2 lives. One as a daughter, a sister, a friend, and another as. Well, as an orphan.

Henry, and Killian. The two missing mystery men. No wonder she was dreaming of those two the most, as she had no clue where they were. The two most important men in her life and she was clueless as to where to begin looking for them. Hopefully, her parents would have the answers.

Her house. With the white picket fence, with a view of the water.

The two people missing from it were the ones who chose it.

How could this have happened? Things were going so well, the three of them were finally starting to be a family when the Queen ripped that away from them. She searches in her jewellery box that she’s looked through every day, hoping the one thing she wants is in there. Necklaces and bracelets and rings she’s received from her parents and friends over the years. It’s not there she thinks to herself.

But then, at the bottom of the pile, it's there. Liam’s ring, the one Killian gave her back in Camelot all those years ago. She takes the silver ring on the chain and feels a sense of relief as she puts it over her head. She was going to find them, and bring them home.

The drive to her parents’ house, despite it only being less than a 5-minute drive, felt like a lifetime. She kept going over in her head(s) what was happening right now, she was meant to be celebrating her birthday with her parents and younger brother, the way they do every year, but now she was finding it strange that she had a family to do this. She was an orphan who found her family at 28, but she wasn’t really an orphan now. Or was she?

She knocks on the door to her parents house, expecting a huge Happy Birthday banner and for them to sing, but instead her father has the sorrowful look in his eyes when he opens the door. There’s no ‘Happy Birthday’ because he obviously knew what was coming.

“I remember,” is all she says as she just starts to cry.

The old Emma, the orphan would never cry, especially in front of her parents, but the girl who grew up with a family cried over the stupidest things

“Come in, we'll talk all about it.” David says putting his arm around her leading her inside.

Wiping her tears away she asks, “what happened?”

David and Snow look at one another trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation. “The Evil Queen, she said turning you into a toddler was the best way to get to each of us.” They begin to explain, going through all the details of how they eventually captured the Queen using squid Ink and how Regina has sacrificed herself to save everyone.

“Wh-what about Henry and Killian?” Emma asks when they’ve finished.

Snow takes a deep breath before saying, “we don’t know. When it happened they ran off to another realm we think, we haven’t heard from them since it happened.”

Emma looks like she could be sick, or faint, or both.

Seeing her face David quickly adds, “they’re safe though don’t worry. We believe Gold had a hand in wherever they escaped to, we can go ask him.”

“No-“ she cuts them off, “I’ll go. Just me. Henry’s my son and I have no idea where he is, I haven’t been his mother for 25 years.”

“Emma, you didn’t have a choice. He forgives you for putting him up for adoption, of course he’ll forgive you for not being there when you were under a curse.” Snow tells her, caught off guard by her sudden attitude-the Emma she raised would never do something this important alone. She was going to have to get used to the fact that the Emma she didn’t raise was seeping back in, the one who liked to work alone. The Orphan.

“Before you go beat up Gold to find out where Henry is,” David says, giving her a large rectangular box, “I thought you might want this.”

Emma takes the box, and slowly opens it to reveal her red leather jacket. Her armour. She hasn’t needed her armour growing up with a family, but now…

She took off her armour when she realised she wanted a future with Killian. But now, she didn’t know if there was a future with him.

_______

She decides to walk to Golds shop. Feeling slightly betrayed by everyone she needs the fresh air. That is until she bumps into her best friend Alex.

“Happy Birthday Emma!” She screams and hugs as she sees her. “I know it’s only a Tuesday but I was thinking tonight we can go drinking at the Rabbit Hole, like I’m working there until 8 and then I have tomorrow off,” she starts babbling, Emma feels so mean but all she can think about is Henry and getting him back.

“I can’t, I need to find my son. I need to find him I don’t know.” She starts to ramble, she knows Alex won’t understand, but she can’t think straight.

Alex looks perplexed, “I’m confused, you don’t have a son? Emma are you feeling okay?”

“No!” She cries, “nothing in my life is real, none of this. It’s all lies I don’t.”

Alex takes Emma’s hand, “Em. It’s okay. I’m your best friend, I’ve known you for your whole life, whatever you’re going though I’m here.”

“No that’s the problem, you don’t know me. At all. My life, growing up with you, it’s all based on a lie.” As soon as Emma said it, she knew it came out wrong.

Letting go of her hand Alex replies, “okay well if that’s how you feel then forget it. I was only trying to help. So much for being best friends.” And storms away, hurt by what Emma said.

She tried to call after her, but it was no use. And plus even if she tried to explain what was going on she wouldn’t believe it.

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Standing outside of the Pawn Shop is strange. She had been inside many times before in her past life, but not once in the past 25 years. She stands outside for a moment debating what to say, but in the end she just storms inside. She sees the dark one inside in all his horrific glory, despite not having aged much he still looks awful.

“Where the hell is my son Gold?” She demands.

“Why Miss Nolan, I didn’t realise you had a son?” Emma rolls her eyes, the typical Dark One avoiding the question at hand.

“Don’t play dumb okay. Henry. Your grandson. Where. Is. He?” She demands again.

He finally looks up from his books. “Ah, has it been 25 years already? Well I believe birthday wishes are in order!”

Emma sighs, this isn’t going to be easy. “Look. My parents told me Henry and Killian made some kind of deal with you after what happened to me. They’re in some other realm or something, I want to know where, and how you can get them back.”

“Well I told them where they could go. Doesn’t mean they’re still there. As for getting them back, I’m afraid you’ll have to do that yourself.” He explains.

“Okay then do something to find them.” She practically yells at him.

“Blood magic can be used to find your son, for your one handed pirate lover I'm afraid there’s no way of finding him.” Emma’s heart sinks, but she knows Henry is the most important person to find right now.

He reaches under the counter to grab something, part of Emma wishes she had her gun but at the same time she knew that wouldn’t work on him, and her parents probably got rid of that a long time ago. It’s the same white atlas-like ball he used to locate Henry when he was kidnapped by Pans' minions.

“Before you do anything, if that’s a locator spell we are using my blood. Forgive me if I don’t trust you, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you do anything.” She tells him.

He nods in understanding. Emma gives her hand over and he and he pricks it on the top of the globe, slowly releasing her finger onto the white globe and the blood rushes around forming different shapes until they finally form one shape and glow.

“What does that mean?” She asks.

He smirks, “why it’s Neverland dearie.”

The pit of Emma’s stomach gurgled, and it wasn’t because she hasn’t eaten anything today.

Neverland.

Where Henry was taken the first time. Also the place where she finally admitted to herself that she felt something for Killian, and where he told her after kissing her he saw himself loving someone again.

It was where she accepted the fact she was an orphan, a lost girl.

“So do you have a magic bean or something?” She asks, ignoring her overwhelming thoughts inside her head.

The Dark one just laughs, “you think if I had an endless supply to magic beans I would still live here?”

Emma just glares at him, “so how do I get there? What happened to the wand you had? It created portals before?”

“That wand was lost a long time ago. As for portals, you and your brother are born of the truest love, your powers are of the strongest light magic. You created a portal once when you went back in time, I’m sure after years of training and love you’ll be able to do it again.” He explains. “Meet me back here later with your family and I’ll show you.”

______

Neal Nolan was working as an English Teacher in Storybrooke High. He had grown up with his older sister Emma, who was a year older than him. Or so he thought. Neal had no idea of the news he was about to be hit with about his sister.

Neal knocks on the door to his parents’ house with his gift for his sister. He got her a Granny's gift card and a new brown sheriffs jacket (which his girlfriend Thalia helped him pick out) and expects to see Emma in the goofy birthday hat they have both worn on their birthdays since they were 5, but instead, his dad opens the door and he walks in to find Emma looking through the Storybook almost crying.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

Emma looks at him, almost horrified. “We gotta talk.”

He debates whether to say Happy Birthday or not. He decides against it.

“I have no idea how you’re going to take this news,” Emma begins, “One thing is that you are an uncle.”

Nels eyes widen “You’re pregnant?”

“NO!” Emma shouts “Not, no, definitely not.”

Neal is even more confused.

“You are an uncle, but I’m not pregnant. I was, but I'm not now, or well I was a long time ago” Emma starts rambling and making no sense, Neal is even more confused now-When did Emma have a kid?

“Maybe we should back up a little.” Snow says, seeing her son's confused face.

And so the three of them explain how Emma was put through the magic wardrobe to eventually save everyone. How Emma met Neals namesake and thus Henry was born but given up for adoption. Then all about her journey in Storybrooke and breaking the curse, and all the other journeys and curses up until the one where she was turned into a toddler. And how said son and Emma’s boyfriend ran away to Neverland, a place where nobody grows old.

Looking at the photos of Emma holding her baby brother was slightly concerning considering Emma in the photos looked exactly as she did now, yet Neal was a baby. If he hadn’t just been told Emma’s previous life story, he would’ve sworn they were photoshopped.

“Okay, so what happens now?” Neal asks, worried about the answer.

“You and I have to create a portal to Neverland to save my son and True Love,” Emma tells him as though it’s obvious.

“Wait a second, you and I create a portal, like combine our powers?” Neal asks slightly worried about this, they had never combined their powers before and now they were meant to create a portal, everything that could possibly go wrong was likely to happen.

“I realise it’s crazy, but we have no choice. You just gotta trust me.” Emma knows Neal can never say no when she says this, as his older sister Emma always got him to do what she wanted by saying “trust me”. Despite getting into trouble most of the time when they were younger with the whole trusting Emma, even now as a 26 year old man, he couldn't say no to his sister.

Neal just sighs, “Okay. Let's do this.”

Neal had never stepped inside Mr. Gold's Pawn shop. When he was younger he heard stories of kids sneaking in and touching different items therefore getting cursed with the insane amounts of dark magic in his shop. Now he was older, he knew this was just a story, but it didn’t make him any less nervous to enter his shop, there was an insane amount of light and dark magic inside that freaked him out.

There was something different about Emma, the way she walked and held herself. She was less confident, very aware of her surroundings, normally she was more confident and whilst she was aware people knew her (both as Snow White oldest child, and the current sheriff), she never let this bother her, whereas now, supposedly everyone their parents age would have known her before her curse, people were looking at her wondering if she had broken her curse yet. Even as they enter Mr Gold's shop, which wasn’t actually as scary inside as he pictured, she walked in very determined,

“Okay were here. How do we do this?”

“Patience Miss Nolan.” He tells her.

“Ah and the youngest of the Charming broods I see.” Mr Gold says looking at Neal, who suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He knew of the things he had done to people, innocent people, in the Enchanted Forest and that made his stomach churn. But his parents (and Emma apparently now too) have trusted him in the past, and Neal guessed so should he.

“Before we make this portal, you don’t do things out of the goodness of whatever heart you have left. What did you ask for in return?” Emma really was not the older sister he grew up with, she was this independent, confident and slightly argumentative woman that looked like his sister, but had a different aura about her.

“For my grandson I was willing to let the poor lad have this without a deal. As for the pirate.” He sneers, Neal was told The Dark One had a colourful history with Hook, and he was seeing this already. “I simply reminded him of the 300 years he spent in Neverland and what, desires, may still lurk.”

Neal had no idea what this meant, and neither did Emma by the looks of it.

“Now, you two are born of the purest true love therefore your powers combined can create some pretty serious magic.” Gold explains, “Now I need the two of you to hold your hands together and believe you are strong enough. You need to think of the portal in your minds, you will feel it when it is ready.”

And so the siblings to just that. They take each other's hands, standing opposite one another and close their eyes. They then take a deep breath and think of a portal in their minds, letting their magic grow and rise above them.

Emma thinks of Henry, and of Killian. She thinks of Neverland in her mind, and when Henry was kidnapped, she thinks of how badly she wanted to get him back and the things she had learnt about herself, about how much she loved Henry. And about how she was feeling something for Hook.

Both siblings can feel the magic, it’s a part of them and it's rushing around their insides like their blood. Gold said they would feel it when the portal was ready, and he was not wrong. It almost splits the two siblings apart, but they hold on to one another until they just know it’s ready.

The two siblings open their eyes and see a door, a green door with black etchings and designs. It's the portal to Neverland.

They're going to save Henry. Again.

_______

The four charming family members step through the beautifully crafted door, the portal to Neverland. They had packed a few bags and Emma was going to see her son (and hopefully true love) for the first time in 25 years. She could be sick.

The greenery of Neverland greets them as they walk through the door, the humidity and vast amount of jungle and sea that they had seen once upon a time. They arrive near the coast, and Emma can’t see the Jolly Roger in the water, but she had to think positively. If Killian was here she would find him. But only after they found Henry.

She looks over at her parents, and they have the same look on their faces. Fear, determination and awoken memories they had shoved into the back of their minds. After all, Emma wasn’t the only person to go through hell in Neverland, her father was poisoned with dreamshade and had planned to spend the rest of eternity here after drinking the rejuvenating waters.

And poor Neal who only found out a few hours ago that she was actually a lot older than him and was cursed, and now he was in Neverland searching for two people he had only met as a baby.

“Let’s head into the jungle then.” Emma says to her family. And so they head off, into the green jungle filled with who knows what. Now Pan was dead, who knows who now ruled Neverland.

It looks the same as it did 30 years ago, but it feels different. The Magic on the Island feels different, she knows this now, by studying magic for years taught her to sense different types of magic and this was some kind of mix of light dark magic. Not as powerful as Dark One Magic, but not the light magic she feels inside herself. Whatever was keeping this Island alive was clearly a type of magic not found in Storybrooke.

They’re walking for probably an hour when Neals plucks up there courage and asks, “Do you recognise anything here?”

Emma wants to ignore him and shut him out, the way she would’ve done before, but he was her brother, “Honestly, no. I thought I would but it all looks the same.”

“I think we should keep walking, I think we’re on a ridge right now and I assume there’s flatland where we can set up camp a little further up.” Their mother cuts in. Snow was a bandit and a runaway for years when her father was killed, so she knows how to scope out new lands and find a place to set up camp, so they don’t question it and sure enough another little while and they find flat land that seems like a good enough place to set up camp.

“Let’s not use magic to set it up though,” Emma tells her brother, “we don’t know what sort of magic is used here, or who now rules this Island and if they can detect magic. It’s just safer to do it the normal way.”

Everyone nods as they begin to set up. Emma is terrified, she has been since she woke up and realised her life was a lie. She had grown up the way she always wished to, with a family, but now she had broken her curse, it didn’t feel right. She abandoned two people she loved, one being her son. The first family she had in 28 years.

They had run away. So heartbroken that they ran from their home. That didn’t make her feel good about herself. Henry has forgiven her for giving him up as a baby, but will he forgive her for this?

“Emma! Emma!”

She’s snapped out of her thoughts by her brother's voice.

“Sorry, I was zoned out.” She tells him.

“Hey it’s okay don’t worry.” He can clearly sense what’s happening in her brain, though he has no idea of the extent. “I know you said no magic, but don’t you think it’s a good idea to put up a protection spell around our camp? To keep out whoever or whatever might attack us.”

Her little brother was brilliant. Though his magical abilities were not as good, lucky for him was not the saviour so his magic wasn't as strong, but what he did know was his magical history and the theory behind magic, much more than Emma did.

“That's actually a really good idea! You can cast it if you want, I’m a little weak after the portal.” She lies, she’s not weak, she's just scared of using her magic. In her real-or before her cursed life, she didn’t use magic unless it was serious, when she was the Dark One she used it for everything just like in her cursed life.

He believes her lie, why wouldn’t he, she never normally lies to him. He casts the protection spell eagerly, not normally given the chance to do magic.

“We should rest. It’s dark, and we’re not gonna be able to find Henry now. Let’s sleep, and we can figure out our plan in the morning. We also don’t know who or what is in charge of this Island, don’t want to run into them in the middle of the night.” David says to his family, to which they all agree. Emma is exhausted and her dad is right, there’s no point starting now all she knows is he is on the Island somewhere, maybe he’s imprisoned, or worse, enjoying his time on the island where you don’t grow up.

Sharing a tent with Neal when they were kids was a fun adventure, but as two adults, one who was snoring very loudly, it was a very different story. As tired and exhausted as Emma was, or thought she was, she could not sleep. Killian once told her he was never able to sleep in Neverland, as you can hear the cries of the other lost boys and girls.

But you can only hear their cries if you are also a lost one.

Sure Emma had a family, and she grew up surrounded by people who loved her, she had 2 best friends and a little brother. She was the furthest thing from a lost girl. But she was an orphan. For 28 years, she was an orphan who was never wanted, and gave up her child at 17. That part of Emma will never go away.

Giving up on trying to sleep, she gets out of the tent and sits on the log to try and clear her head. If it’s even possible to do that with the cries of lost ones.

She thought about the two men she was here to save. The last time she had seen Henry, it was saying goodbye to him on the school bus, it was a Friday so they planned to have a Star Wars marathon that weekend. Emma had stocked the freezer with Ice Cream especially. Finally Killian would learn and understand their references to Star Wars. She hoped Henry would still be the same smart little kid who questioned everything.

And Killian. God she missed him. He would bring her coffee in the mornings when she had an early start, and when she was on a night shift at the station he would be at home cooking her breakfast. If she hadn’t been cursed, they would’ve been married and had a kid or two by now. They were finally happy, finally without walls, and she had a feeling Killian was going to propose. But of course he never got the chance.

She loses her train of thought when she hears a twig being stepped on. Her impulses kick in and she hides behind the large tree to her left. She hears someone whistling, as if signalling to somebody. She sees him in the distance. A lost boy, around 15, dark hair, like…

“Henry!” She jumps from behind the tree and in front of her son.

He looks startled, obviously because she scared him and also he hasn’t seen her for 25 years. “Mom?”

Emma is smiling so hard right now, “Henry!”

Henry can’t seem to get words out, “m-mom? Is? It’s-you-you’re here?”

She goes to embrace her son with tears streaming down her face. “I’m here. It’s broken. The curse.”

She pulls back and wipes away her tears.

“Is it really you?” He asks.

Emma looks different to how he remembers her. Her blonde hair is in a french braid, something she only learned to do in this life. Her clothes are nicer, but still donning the red jacket. Henry knows it’s her, but could it really be her?

“It’s me. Henry. It’s really me. I know you love cinnamon on your hot cocoa, and Operation Cobra brought me to Storybrooke and you made me believe in magic in everything.” Emma’s practically sobbing, she didn’t expect to see him so soon.

Henry looks nervous constantly checking his surroundings, “I can’t stay. If you’re truly my mom, then meet me here tomorrow morning when the sun rises over the place they took my heart.” With one last look he runs away into the darkness of Neverland.

Emma is stunned for a second, confused as to what just happened. Was there someone following him, or did he need to be somewhere?

The place where they took my heart

Dark Hollow . She tried to look around but it was dark, hopefully in the morning she would be able to see the sun rising over it.

Just as she’s pondering over the last minute with Henry, she’s startled by another voice.

“Swan.”

She hasn’t heard that name in 25 years. And there’s only one person who calls her that.

“Killian.”

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cactus blossoms

(or: some can only bloom with water from the desert sky)

Adam needs some support while he recovers from a surgery, and Shiro volunteers to be his best friend's roommate for the summer after their first year in the Garrison. Somehow, it turns out he's not the only one Adam gets a chance to get closer to, and an operation isn't the only thing he's recovering from. (pre-relationship, but no romance will be in this.)

Chapter 2

(Three days later.)

He doesn’t have to ask to know something’s wrong when Adam comes storming into the classroom and slams down his bag on the table, refusing to so much as glance over at him. Shiro tries to get his attention from across the room, but he’s staring fixedly straight ahead, and doesn’t respond.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says immediately when Shiro catches up with him in the hall after class. “Leave me alone.”

“I said I’d help,” Shiro protests, trailing a few steps behind him.

“I don’t need your help!” Adam snaps without looking at him. “Just forget about it, it’s not going to happen.”

“There’s gotta be someone else you can ask!” Shiro says. “Come on, you must be on good terms with one of your instructors--”

Adam turns on his heel to face him, clinging to the strap of his bag with both hands; there’s a flush of anger in his cheeks, but his eyes are glistening as if he might cry. “I don’t want to ask anyone else,” he says. “I’m not telling some stranger about this. It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters,” Shiro says, folding his arms. “Don’t be stupid, Adam, you can’t give up that easy on something important.”

Adam glares back at him for a long moment before his rigid shoulders slump and he sighs. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he asks quietly.

Shiro gives him a small smile. “Sure, I do,” he says. “I just know it’s usually not when other people tell me I have to.”

The corner of Adam’s mouth twitches up just slightly, and Shiro grins.

“Come on,” he says. “Why don’t we go talk about it in your room?”

“This is some bullshit,” Shiro announces, setting Adam’s tablet down on the floor. “Weren’t you planning to stay here for the summer anyways?”

“Yeah,” Adam says, “but when I petitioned it was for a single.” He’s laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Technically I’m already assigned quarters for the summer, but they can’t just shove you in mine.”

“So if I petition for summer training too, and request you as my roommate, would that work?” Shiro muses aloud. “Sam would sign me off, I bet.”

“I don’t know if I have time for you to try,” Adam sighs. “If I don’t get the procedure scheduled soon, I won’t be ready to go back to training in the fall. I’ll get behind.”

“Ugh,” Shiro groans, running his fingers through his hair so it sticks up in every direction. “So you’re going to have to ask someone who’s already petitioned, or an officer.”

“Or a third year,” Adam says. “Third year cadets get quarters assigned, since they don’t get summers off anymore.” His voice is flat and emotionless, as if this is some hypothetical problem, something detached from him.

“Yeah, but they’re still going to be in cadets’ quarters, so they’ll already have roommates,” he says. “Officers get quarters of their own.”

“It doesn’t matter either way,” Adam replies. “I don’t know anyone else.”

“Okay, I know you’re not friends with any of your instructors,” Shiro says, “but you still know them. Aren’t there any of them you could talk to?”

“Not about this--” he begins, turning his head to look over at Shiro.

“You don’t have to tell them what you’re getting done!” Shiro says, a little exasperated. “Just that you need assistance, the form doesn’t say--”

“I’m not asking my teachers for help, Shiro,” Adam says again.

Shiro sighs, slumps back against the side of the desk. “Come on, man, work with me a little. What do you think is gonna happen if you ask someone?”

He doesn’t answer that, just looks back up at the ceiling, the set of his jaw hardening the sharp edges of his profile.

“What if they don’t have to help?” he asks after a moment.

“Of course they’d have to help,” Adam says. “That’s the point.”

“No, no, listen,” Shiro argues. “What if you can get someone to sign it and sponsor me to stay?”

Silence, but the harsh lines of Adam’s face soften slightly.

“I bet I could get Sam to do it, but I know you don’t really know him,” Shiro continues. “Forget about who you trust enough to talk to about it - who do you think trusts you?”

“What’s that got to do with it?” Adam asks, sitting up slightly to look at him.

“Someone who trusts you won’t mind signing off without knowing more,” Shiro says, shrugging. “Hell, you’re a good student, probably all your instructors would take your word for whatever you needed.”

Adam scoffs. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“How?” Shiro says, frowning. “Why wouldn’t they trust you?”

“Because--” Adam begins, and breaks off, his eyes darting away.

Shiro folds his arms. “Because why?” he presses, but he thinks he already knows the answer, and the long silence that follows feels like an affirmation. He can’t even bring himself to feel satisfied that he’s probably right.

“No one’s going to just take my word for anything without wanting to know more,” Adam says, finally, and drops back onto the bed to stare up at the ceiling again.

If he ever meets either of Adam’s parents, Shiro decides, he’s going to make them wish he hadn’t.

“Anyways,” Adam adds, after a moment, “it would need to be an instructor we both have, wouldn’t it? For your sponsorship idea to work?”

“Right,” Shiro agrees. “You haven’t had any classes with Commander Holt, so even if he’d probably do it, I get why you don’t want to ask him.” He frowns, running through the list of their classes in his head. “Iverson’s an asshole, Sablan’s probably even worse. Wait, do you have Dos Santos for tech-spec?”

Adam shakes his head. “Andrews. Who’s your comms instructor?”

“Montgomery,” Shiro says. “Yours?”

“I have her, too,” Adam says, and bites his lower lip, thinking. “She seems cool, I guess.”

Shiro grins. “Cool enough that you could ask her to sign your thing?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe.” With a sigh, he rolls over and grabs his tablet off the floor. “Oh, shit--”

“Fuck, what time is it?” Shiro says, immediately grabbing the edge of the desk to pull himself up.

“Fifty-three,” Adam groans, stumbling to his feet and grabbing his boots. “She’s definitely not gonna sign anything for me if I’m late to class, I’ll see you later--”

“Wait for me after class!” Shiro says as he heads for the door. “I’ll come meet you, we can talk to her--”

“Not today,” Adam says, pushing him out into the hall. “Let me think about it first.”

“Okay, okay,” Shiro agrees. “Talk to you later.” With a wave, he takes off down the hallway at a run, hoping six minutes will be enough time to get to his theory lecture, and avoid getting one about his timeliness instead.

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chapter three ❥ | original

Summer was creeping onto the school grounds. It was just one of those days where maybe you and a friend could go out onto the grounds and stroll near a lake, playing a casual game of chess and drinking pints of cold pumpkin juice. However, exams were drawing nearer as well as the Quidditch Final, which the whole school waited for with anticipation.

Y/n was probably just as nervous about the Quidditch Final as the Gryffindor Team itself was. She gave them words of comfort and developed a liking for the team's Seeker, much to James' disgust. Snape, meanwhile, was as cruel and nasty as a person could go. It was Gryffindor versus Slytherin and the tension between the two teams and their houses were at breaking point and there were more frequent visits to the hospital wing that month. Y/n herself had almost gotten into a catfight with Narcissa Black, a rather pretty Slytherin girl who was smitten with Lucius Malfoy.

"Oh, that Narcissa makes me so mad!" fumed Y/n, stomping through the portrait hole. She had nearly screamed the password to Gryffindor Tower at the Fat Lady, who was highly affronted at being woken up from a pleasant nap.

"Y/n," said Violet, concerned for her friend, "calm down. Once in your fifth year when you become a prefect, you can give all the detentions you want to Narcissa and the other Slytherins."

Y/n smiled pleasantly at the thought. Then she frowned. "Who said I was going to be a prefect?"

Violet snorted. "Oh, come on N/n, it's so obvious you will! You score top on every subject, and all the teachers like you. I'll bet you'll get the highest score of the first years on your exams."

"Exams!" yelped Y/n suddenly. "Oh my God, I forgot all about them! Oh dear..." She started to hyperventilate.

"Whoa!" cried Sirius, as he saw Y/n jumping in frenzy when he entered the common room. "What's wrong, Y/n?" He sounded concerned.

"The exams are so close by, and I haven't even studied for Transfiguration! Oh, what'll McGonagall say—?"

Sirius laughed. "Oh, come on, Flower, Violet isn't even worried, and she's practically at the bottom of the class in Transfiguration!"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Violet, but it's the truth." Sirius smirked.

"Y/n!" whined Violet.

"Sirius, don't tease your friends," reprimanded Y/n.

"Yes, Mother."

Y/n burst into laughter. Oh, Sirius is so funny sometimes, she thought to herself. And pretty cute too – wait, where did that come from? He's my friend!

"Mind if I ask what you're thinking, Flower?" Sirius' voice brought her back to earth.

"Yes, I actually would mind, Sirius Black," snapped Y/n good-naturedly.

"Now, now, Y/n, you mustn't flirt with old Sirius here, your boyfriend will get jealous," he teased.

"Don't be stupid, Sirius, I haven't got a boyfriend. Besides, I'm not flirting with you, I'm only conversing."

"Same thing."

"Except flirting has a negative connotation. Am I mooning over you or fluttering my eyelashes?"

"Er—no."

"So that means I'm not flirting," said Y/n impatiently. "Besides, Arabella would kill me if I was found kissing her boyfriend.

"Would Bells do that?" asked Sirius innocently.

Y/n snorted. "Sirius, your girlfriend has some temper when you try to mess with it."

"Did I hear my name mentioned?" They both turned around to find Arabella standing there with a smirk on her face.

"Your boyfriend," began Y/n, "thinks I'm flirting with him. Just because I told him I would mind if I told him my thoughts."

"Ignore him, N/n, Sirius is an idiot," replied Arabella, grinning. "If you're desperate, you can ask James."

"I'd rather not. I'm not desperate enough. Though James is rather cute and funny."

Y/n had touched Arabella's romantic side. She and Sirius exchanged knowing glances and began to make funny antics of Lily and James as a couple.

"Oh, Jamsie-poo, you're such a romantic!" came Bella's best Y/n-like voice.

"Y/n, your beauty touches me...it can't be human!" was Sirius' donation.

Violet laughed until she cried, while Y/n stared between the couple with a frown. "That does not sound like my voice!"

"Oh, Flower, be a sport," teased Sirius. "We were only joking. Besides, it's not like James heard us..."

"Hush!" warned Y/n. "Don't say that!"

"Why not?" asked Sirius, confused.

"Because whenever you say things like that, they actually happen!" hissed Y/n, looking around nervously.

"Don't be superstitious, N/n." said Arabella, but she too was looking around the common room for some sign of a black-haired boy.

"Yeah, really, I don't seen any sign of James."

As if right on cue, James came bounding down the boys' dormitory and Sirius rubbed his eyes for a better look. Yep, that was James all right, and he had on a dreamy expression.

"James?" he croaked. "Did you hear what we were saying?"

James was humming to himself, but stopped at the sight of them. "Oh, hey Sirius," he greeted enthusiastically. "Lovely day, huh?"

"What?"

"I said, it's a lovely day, isn't it?"

"Er—yeah, lovely day," replied Sirius absently. Then he started. "What are you on about, James?"

"Oh, just thinking about Deanna," replied James dreamily.

Y/n snickered. "Sirius, it's too obvious that lover-boy is under the influence of a love potion. James," she said, turning to him, "did you drink something today?"

"Drink something?" James frowned, pondering on her question. "Oh, as a matter of fact, I did. I drank this weird pink liquid that Deanna offered me. Isn't she sweet? It tasted like crystal swirls, the same crystals in her eyes..." He trailed off, sighing romantically.

Y/n looked sick and turned to her best friend. "Bella, this is proof that Deanna Jackson has given Potter a love potion so that he could fall in love with her."

"Is there a way to make him snap out of it?" gasped Sirius.

"I don't know. I suppose there might be a potion that will make him normal again, though."

Sirius stood up. "You've got to help me make it then," he said to Y/n.

Just then, Remus entered the common room, looking happy. He stopped at the sight of Sirius with a worried expression on his face. "Are you all right, Sirius?" he asked.

"No. Remus, the most horrible thing happened to James!" whined Sirius, and he told Remus all about the love potion.

"Is Deanna that evil?" asked Remus when Sirius finished his tale.

"No, she's just quite desperate," said Y/n, answering the question for Sirius.

"I'll say," muttered Arabella. Then she said comfortingly to Sirius, "Don't worry, Sirius, we'll help. Er—right Y/n?"

"Yeah, you need to help out your future husband here and there," said Sirius, grinning.

Her mouth opened in horror. "You know that we're going to get married later on?" she asked.

Arabella stood up. "You are?" she demanded faintly.

"Yes. But Dumbledore told us not to tell anyone about it. I hope James didn't tell you," she said, looking at Sirius sternly.

"Er—well, actually, I overheard the conversation you had with Dumbledore," said Sirius sheepishly. He heard Y/n screech in agony.

"Now what am I supposed to do? The whole world knows!" The common room had suddenly become silent.

"Go mind your business," she snapped, at a couple of seventh years, not caring that they were six years older than she was. The seventh years turned back to studying for their N.E.W.T.S., obviously not used to first years screaming at them.

"Forget that, N/n, I won't tell anyone," said Arabella sincerely. Then she turned to Remus. "And neither would Remus."

"I wouldn't tell a soul," promised Remus.

Y/nsmiled weakly. "Well—that's a relief. I wouldn't want the whole world to know about...you know."

Just then, James strolled over and stood right in front of her. "Excuse me, Y/n, but do you know where Deanna is?" he asked politely.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock. James had never spoken to her politely before, and always sneered at her behind her back. "Er—no. I think she might be—er—at the library."

James gave her a genuine smile. "Thanks y/n," and took off, undoubtedly to the library.

"Oh Jamsie!" A high-pitched voice coming from the second year girls' dormitory made the four all jump.

"James," said Y/n coolly, as Deanna entered the common room with a lovesick gaze in her eyes, "is in the library looking for you. I suggest you follow him, Deanna."

Deanna beamed at Y/n. "Why, thank you Y/n dear. I think I will." She skipped out of the portrait hole and down the corridor.

Arabella snorted. "Girls do the stupidest things when they're in love."

"Aww...you know that includes you, Bella dear," said Sirius.

"Does it?"

"Of course! You shouldn't be saying these things to your boyfriend, naughty, naughty."

"I didn't say anything bad, you prat."

Sirius looked genuinely hurt. "I'm hurt," he pouted.

Y/n and Remus burst into laughter, while Arabella snickered. Then Sirius rubbed his hands together and said, "Well, James and Deanna can't fall in love—then it'll ruin the prophecy thing about Y/n and James getting married." He grinned. "Y/n and James Potter...it has a nice ring to it."

Y/n swatted Sirius playfully and they began to work on a counter-curse potion.

"This isn't going to work," sighed Y/n, frustrated, after half an hour of looking in their potion book. "I think it's time for drastic action."

"What kind?" asked Remus, who had enough looking himself.

Y/n pinched her forehead hard and said wearily, "Hurst."

Sirius scrambled to his feet. "Hurst? Are you daft, Y/n? You know he wouldn't help us for his life, and if he miraculously does, we'll have to tell him everything."

"Well, we'll have to think of something. Maybe a casual chat with him...and let the subject of a counter-curse for a love potion slip out."

"Well, you're certainly doing it," said Sirius stubbornly. "It's your idea, and Hurst can tolerate you more than he can tolerate me or Remus."

"Fine," said Y/n grumpily. Then she muttered, "Potter owes me big time."

"Don't worry, James will cough up," said Sirius brightly.

Just then, James and Deanna entered the common room arm-in-arm. Y/n scowled fiercely but began to huddle and whisper to the others.

"Right...we'll also have to borrow some ingredients from Hurst's office..."

"We'll?"

"Well, you don't expect me to do everything do you?" snapped Y/n. "Besides, he's your friend," she said to Remus and Sirius.

Remus sighed. "Of course we'll help you, n/n. Just—who's going to do it?"

Y/n sighed in frustration. "All of us, of course. Now, here's the plan. Bella, you and I will cause a diversion. Remus, you and Sirius have to get the ingredients we need. But"—she glanced around to see if anyone was listening—"we'll have to ask Madame Pince if there's a counter-curse potion for a love potion. She won't be too nosy."

"But what about Hurst?" asked Sirius.

"What about him?"

"You said that we'd ask him for the counter-curse potion!"

"Oh..." Y/n trailed off, embarrassed. "Well, I thought of a different plan, then."

Sirius snorted. "With Y/n in charge, this'll all fall apart. You'll see."

Y/n turned to face him, her eyes flashing. "Sirius Black, you take that back!"

"Want a bet?"

"You're on!"

"How much do you want to lose?"

Y/n thought of the money that was hidden under her trunk. There had to be at least fifty galleons worth of coins in there. "Five galleons," she said firmly.

Sirius grinned. "You play a hard bargain, woman. Five galleons it is."

"Are you guys going to find the potion or what?" hissed Arabella. "Let's go already! Ugh!" She let out a disgusted noise, and pointed to an armchair.

Y/n had an urge to burst out laughing, and sure enough, she did. Deanna and James were sitting, squashed, in one of the armchairs by the fire, kissing. Sirius and Remus soon joined in the laughter, but Arabella was still looking disapprovingly at them.

"Y/n!" she scolded. "You're supposed to marry James later on!"

"So?" asked Y/n, still shaking with laughter.

Arabella shook her head sadly and turned to Sirius and Remus. "You know, Remus, I happen to know a girl who's pinning for you."

Remus stopped laughing. "Who?" he asked, and his voice sounded almost nervous.

Arabella glanced over to Y/n, who had promptly stopped laughing as well. "Jennifer," she whispered, so only the three of them could hear.

Y/n burst out laughing again.

Arabella glared at her best friend. "I'm not joking, n/n."

Y/n was sober, and her eyes widened. "You're not serious, Bells?"

She nodded. "Indeed I am. I hear poor Jenny talking in her sleep and it's the saddest thing you'd ever hear. 'Oh Remus, I love you with all my eternity, and I'd love to marry you'. It's sickening, really. I couldn't sleep for a week listening to Jennifer moan at night."

Sirius and Remus burst out laughing, but Y/n didn't join in. "Well, we should get you two together!" she whispered excitedly.

Remus' eyes were wide. "No."

"Please Remus? I wouldn't want one of my closest friends to be heartbroken."

Remus shook his head. "I don't like Jennifer – in that way."

"So?" demanded Sirius, still chuckling. "You need a girl, Remus, you can't be a bachelor your whole life."

Remus glared at his friend. "Sirius, we're eleven. That's when hormones don't work overtime yet. You three are so precocious."

"Where is Jenny, by the way?" asked Y/n suddenly. "And where has Violet gone to?"

"I think they're both flirting with the Hufflepuffs," said Sirius solemnly, unable to keep a straight face.

Arabella grinned. "I seriously doubt that, Sirius."

"Me too. But it's something to dream about, eh?"

"Right...so, off we go to the library. I can't believe I volunteered to save Potter from a terrible fate. Eurgh." Y/n made a face as the four of them marched out of the portrait hole.

"Oh, Y/n dear, where are you going?" came Deanna's voice from inside the common room. "Aren't you missing James?" They heard an evident snicker follow.

"Who the hell does she think she is?" muttered Y/n, as they entered the library. "Ditzy little—"

"Shh!" hissed Madame Pince, the strict, librarian, as they passed. "Be quiet!"

The four of them muffled their voices as they wandered around. Finally, Arabella insisted that they ask Madame Pince.

"Er—Madame Pince?" asked Arabella timidly. "Um...would you happen to know where to find a counter-curse potion for a love potion?" Her voice was fearfully soft, unlike her usual rowdy one.

"It's over there," said Madame Pince, pointing to a section of the library where the books seemed to be falling into pieces. "Why?" she asked suspiciously, glancing around at all of their guilty faces. "There hasn't been a usage of one, has there? You know it's against school rules to stir a love potion."

"Oh no! We were just—um—wondering, since er—since my sister wanted to know. So we thought we could—erm—send her the ingredients and stuff."

"Well, help yourselves," said Madame Pince grudgingly, still squinting suspiciously at them. Suddenly, she yelled at Remus, "You boy! Madame Pomfrey wants to see you tonight."

"Why does Madame Pomfrey want to see you tonight?" asked Y/n curiously, as they took out the book they needed.

"I've been feeling a bit off color," said Remus swiftly, his ears going red. "So—she'd give me some...medicine."

"Oh," said Y/n, frowning. "Well, I hope you feel better soon."

"Oh, I—er—I will."

"D'you get the feeling that Remus is hiding something from us?" whispered Arabella when Remus was out of earshot.

"Yeah," whispered Y/n. "He seems awkward whenever we bring up the topic. I wonder why he's not telling us. He's our friend, you know, and we wouldn't care if he has warts or something."

"Definitely not," agreed Arabella. "So it must be something really horrible, then, since he won't tell us..."

"Hey!" called Sirius. "Are you guys helping or not?"

"Sure, Sir, we're coming."

"Sir?" he questioned quizzically as the girls approached them.

"It's a cute nickname, don't you think?" giggled Arabella. Y/n shivered.

"Bells, you're acting like those ditzy Hufflepuff girls who follow James around, drooling."

"Oops, my mistake."

"What's wrong with them? I like it when people follow me around!" exclaimed Sirius, insulted.

"That's because you love the public, Sir," said Y/n, grinning.

"Now you're calling me 'Sir'? Soon Jamie-boy will be calling me Sir! For heavens' sake, my name will be Sir instead of Sirius!"

"And that's a bad thing?"

"I found it!" hissed Remus, gesturing them. "Look!" He pointed to a page, written in scrolling letters: Neutral Potion: The Counter-Curse Potion of a Love Potion

"That's it!" whispered Y/n excitedly. "That's it! Let's read the ingredients." She scanned over the ingredients quickly and moaned. "Oh God, we'll never be able to get this stuff...frog perfume...leeches...scallop peels...Madame Malkin's Rosy Red Lipstick...this is outrageous! Where are we going to find all this?"

"Come on, half of it is make-up," said Sirius, grabbing the book from Y/n. "You guys are probably loaded with that stuff in your trunks..."

Y/n and Arabella looked at each other. "Er...actually, Sirius, neither Y/n nor I own any make-up."

Sirius was shocked. "Not any at all? Are you girls?"

Y/n snorted. "Of course we're girls! We're just not normal, idiotic, and ditzy girls like the ones that follow Potter around. We're more sensible girls."

"Right...hey, you can borrow some make-up from...say Deanna. She's probably plastered with that stuff."

"Good idea, Sir! That's the smartest thing you've come up with so far!"

"Hey!"

"Don't worry, Sirius, it wasn't personal."

"Oh, well in that case..."

"I meant it was the smartest thing said to help with the potion."

"That is personal, Y/n." Arabella snorted. Then she suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, where has Violet gone?"

Now it was Y/n's turn to ridicule her best friend. "Come on, Bells, I just asked you that in the common room."

"I know, but..." She rubbed her forehead in concentration. "She was just there when I came in, unless..." Arabella grinned. "Unless she was having some sort of you-know-what with Peter in the boys' dorm—"

Sirius and Remus both groaned. "The things you think sometimes, Bella," said Remus, shaking his head.

"They're so true, aren't they?" Bella snickered.

"So...we'll have to ask Deanna for make-up?" asked Y/n dubiously. "Do we have anyone else to try? Deanna will think I'm jealous or something, and I definitely don't want to ask her for any favors."

"What about Narcissa Black?" suggested Sirius.

"Sirius, she's a Slytherin! We most definitely don't ask Slytherins for favors. Think of it as asking Snape for help on this..."

"All right, I get your point!" said Sirius loudly, causing Madame Pince to look their way menacingly.

After five minutes of discussing this problem, Y/n, who was impatient as ever, had made the conclusion that asking Deanna had to be the best choice.

"Must I be the one who asks?" she said sadly to her friends.

"Of course," said Arabella practically. "It'll look, I don't know, more natural if you asked. Besides, Deanna has this thing with me anyway. Last time I asked her for a bit of mascara for the Halloween Feast she wouldn't hear of it. She likes you better anyhow, since I heard her tell James that you were a sweet angel. Just go ask her, n/n. I promise to help Sirius make James cough up a lot of money." Arabella was practically on her knees, pleading.

"Oh fine, if you insist." y/n rushed to Gryffindor Tower, said the password to the Fat Lady in a hurry, and entered the common room.

"Deanna," she gasped, "may I borrow some make-up from you? You know, lotion, perfume, lipstick...that stuff."

Deanna's pearly white teeth glittered as she smiled that perfect smile of hers. "Of course, Y/n. Just go up to my dormitory and take whatever you need. If McGonagall catches you, then just say you have my permission. Oh, and don't use too much of my Victoria's Secret perfume; I want to use it for my date with Jamie tonight." She smirked.

"Right..." Y/n hurried away with the list, took whatever she needed, and hurried off to the library again.

"What's that smell?" hissed Arabella, pinching her nose up in the air.

"All the ingredients we need—at least, almost half of them. We'll have to take some from the student cupboard, that's easy—but we'll have to borrow some from Hurst's office..."

"Borrow? Don't you mean steal?"

"Hey, I'm trying to put it in a more casual way," snapped Y/n.

"Then say steal, it is more casual!"

"Fine, we'll steal the ingredients we need from Hurst's office. Happy?"

"Very."

"Now, this time you guys will finally get to do work, since I've been helping with most of this potion. Funny thing, really, Sirius, you should be helping James, since he's your best friend..."

"All right!" said Sirius, looking irritated. "Just get on with the plan."

"I told you the plan, Sirius. Bella and I will cause a diversion while you and Remus get the ingredients."

"Why me and Remus?"

"Because, Hurst wouldn't at all trust you if you tried to cause a diversion. He'd send you straight back to Gryffindor Tower."

"He'd send you and Bells back too," pointed out Sirius.

"That's true—but think of it this way, Siri: you and Remus are much—erm—faster..." Y/n scratched her head. "Perhaps me and Arabella should do the stealing instead. After all, I am top at Charms."

"Don't get so cocky, Y/n," warned Sirius. "Remus and I will do the stealing and you guys can do the diversion. You're right, Hurst does like you a tiny bit more than us." He winked.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Are we ready?"

"Hold on." Sirius ran up the staircase to the boys' dormitory and came back minutes later with a folded cloak.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak!" gasped Y/n, as she saw the cloak on Sirius. "Where on earth did you get it?"

"It's Jamie-boy's," said Sirius, smiling mysteriously. "Our Marauders' secret."

"Stop shaking," hissed Y/n at a nervous Arabella. "Someone will hear us."

"They won't see us," whispered Bella.

"So? They might knock into us by accident."

"Then shut up!"

"You started it!" Their whispers became more like yells.

"Both of you, shut up!" gasped Sirius.

"I can't believe I'm risking my neck for Potter. If Hurst or McGonagall catches us, it'll be a month's worth of detentions and one hundred points from Gryffindor!" Lily sighed, as if doing this was against her own conscience.

"Shut up, will you?" Sirius whispered, poking Y/n sharply on the shoulder.

"Ouch!"

"Shh!"

"All right," grumbled Y/n.

Y/n and Arabella slipped the Invisibility Cloak off them and knocked timidly on Hurst's office. They heard a sharp "Come in", and hurried into his office.

"What do you want?" he spat, not bothering to be polite.

The two girls looked at each other nervously. "Er—"

"Well?"

"Er—I was wondering what sort of potion we'd be learning next, Professor," said Y/n awkwardly, treading on Arabella's toe.

"A Shrinking Solution," snapped Hurst, narrowing his eyes. Y/n could hear a muffled sound as Sirius and Remus were probably scuffling out of Hurst's office. "Now get out of my sight and return to Gryffindor Tower. Now."

"Y-yes, sir."

Sirius and Remus were waiting for them outside of the portrait hole. "Do you have it?" breathed Lily.

They both nodded.

"Excellent! Now, we'll have to mix it somewhere..."

"Our dormitory, then. McGonagall would never look there; last time she did, she said it was the messiest room she'd seen in her life."

Y/n snorted. "Naturally."

They raced up the boys' dormitory, borrowed Y/n's shiny new pewter cauldron, must to her disgust, and began work. Arabella, groaning and complaining, had chopped and measured whatever was needed, and the rest of them poured it into the cauldron. Soon it was finished, and the four moved back to admire their work.

"Now we feed it to Potter," said Y/n matter-of-factly. "I was thinking we pour it into a glass of pumpkin juice, since the potion will look less conspicuous and Potter will be happy for a drink after the heated experience with Deanna." She rushed to the second year girls' dormitory and returned all of Deanna's make-up and perfume. Then she poured some of the potion into a glass of pumpkin juice and went down to the common room where James and Deanna were flirting hopelessly.

"Hey, Potter, want a drink?" asked Y/n, as amiable as possible, as the foursome approached the couple.

"Sure," said James, wiping his brow in exhaust. He drank it gratefully and handed the glass back to Y/n. They waited with anticipation at the results. Nothing of the obvious happened to him, but then his eyes widened and he calmed down a bit. Deanna noticed none of this, however. She was staring at Y/n to see her reactions to her new 'boyfriend'.

Suddenly, James exclaimed, "Why am I sitting with you? In the same chair?"

"But Jamsie," pouted Deanna. "Don't you like me anymore?"

"I never did like you, Deanna," sighed James, and pushed the plump girl away.

"It worked!" whispered Sirius. They dragged James to the boys' dormitory.

"Pay up, Potter," said Y/n when they got there. "Oh, you too, Sirius."

"Right," said Sirius rather reluctantly, but he drew out five galleons and handed them over to Y/n.

"I don't get it," said James, frowning. "Why are you paying l/n? And why do I have to pay her?"

"Deanna gave you a love potion, and we mixed the counter-curse potion, mostly done by Y/n," said Remus briskly. He never did use too many words.

"What? And I have to pay l/n back for gratitude! No way!"

"Come on, James, you guys have jewelry and treasure in your Gringotts' vault, you should owe y/n some money."

"Fine!" James shoved a handful of coins into Y/n's hand, but Y/n shook her head.

"I don't want this." She shoved the coins back to James and ran from the dormitory.

"Now look what you did, Potter!" growled Arabella.

"What? What did I do? It was l/n's fault! She's the one who—"

They suddenly heard a distinct wailing from the girls' dormitory. Arabella stood up and glared at all of them.

"I hope you're satisfied, now that you made Y/n cry." Then she turned her heel up and marched out of their dormitory.

"Girls," muttered Sirius. "I mean, I love Bella and everything, but boy can she be weird."

"Definitely," agreed James moodily.

"Jen? Shh...why are you crying?" asked Y/n softly, as Arabella barged into their dormitory. She stopped at the sight of a crying Jennifer.

"Jenny! Why are you crying?" she repeated.

"R-Remus, h-he d-d-doesn't l-like m-m-me at all!" wailed Jennifer.

The three girls exchanged glances. Then Arabella began nervously, "He might be afraid Jen..."

"Afraid!" cried Jennifer. "Of what?"

Y/n and Arabella both sat on the edge of Jennifer's bed. Then Lily began.

"Well...er...Bella here plundered on to the boys that you liked Remus. Then Remus said that we were too young to think of love and dating, and he also sounded and looked kind of nervous. We think he's hiding something."

Y/n, Arabella, Violet, and Jennifer all looked at each other. Then Violet spoke up.

"I think that we should do a bit of poking around when Remus goes with Madame Pomfrey tonight."

Y/n gasped. "I suddenly realized something! Tonight's the full moon! Professor Sinistra made us memorize the cycles of the moon for Astronomy, and I remembered that tonight's the full moon!"

"And if Remus is going to see Madame Pomfrey..." Then the girls exclaimed in unison, "Remus Lupin is a werewolf!"

"But Remus..." began Jennifer, her eyes wide. "He's a werewolf? I can't believe that! He—he's a monster!" She finished faintly.

"Jen, you know it's the same, sweet Remus we've always known," said Arabella pragmatically.

"I know, but how come he's never told us before?"

"Because he's afraid he might lose us as friends, if we ever found out," said Violet quietly. I think—er—poking around isn't such a good idea. After all, werewolves are a danger to people."

"Yeah," sighed Y/n. "I just wish there was some way to help Remus."

Arabella grabbed her friend's arm sharply. "Tell the boys."

"No. I know that they might not care if Remus is a werewolf, but then again, boys aren't so open-minded. Let them figure it out themselves. I mean, we're not the only ones who wonder why Remus disappears once a month. Besides, Potter and Sirius are the cleverest boys in the first year, they'd figure it out sooner or later."

"So you do like James now?" asked Arabella slyly. Y/n responded with a whack from her pillow.

Y/n and James were walking down the corridor together. Again, Dumbledore had wished to see them, much to Lily's displeasure.

"I can't believe I marry you," sighed Y/n, as they walked closer to the stone gargoyle. "I must grow really stupid when I get older."

James roared with laughter. "You, get stupid? I mean, if I get stupid when I get older, there's possibility, but you? The genius of the first years?" He shook his head, still chortling.

"It could happen," snapped Y/n, but flushed with pleasure. The thought that James said that she was the genius of the first years did a strange effect on her.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Professor Dumbledore appeared, holding some sort of dignified block of glass. Bewildered, Y/n and James followed him into his office.

"Look into this," he said quietly.

They both peered into it, still confused. Then, a picture appeared in it. It looked like a regular television set to Y/n, except smaller. It was a girl and two boys speaking, and she recognized them to be the ones laughing on the Quidditch field in Dumbledore's crystal ball.

"I can't believe what Snape is making me do," they heard the red-haired boy mutter as the trio of them walked down the corridor. "Black could've finished him off for us, eh?"

"Oh, Ron, don't be silly, but will Snape be substituting for Professor Lupin again—?" they heard the bushy-haired girl sigh.

"Professor Lupin's back!" exclaimed the black-haired boy, Harry, as he peered into what looked like the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The three of them went inside and Y/n and James caught a glimpse of a rather tired-looking man with light brown hair that had wisps of gray in them, but he was rather young. He also looked oddly like—

"Remus!" they both whispered together.

Professor Dumbledore smiled as he put the block of glass aside. "I thought you might like to see a little bit of the future."

"But—but," spluttered James. "Remus—become a professor? Of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"It may be a ludicrous thought for you now," answered Dumbledore gently, "but I'm sure Mr. Lupin will be showing a lot of his teaching skills later on at Hogwarts. The boy is mighty talented, however..." Dumbledore shook his head sadly and said nothing, but Y/n knew what he was going to say.

"Why did they call Sirius 'Black'?" she queried. "Surely if we...died, Harry, or whatever is name is, should be close with our friends?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "That I cannot tell you, Miss L/n. It's for you to find out later on. It's not good to know too many things about the future. Your future. Your friends' future."

Y/n and James left Dumbledore's office with quizzical looks on their faces. Remus, shy, sweet, and calm Remus—become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? And Sirius—called 'Black' by nearly everyone in the castle in a terrified and disgusted way...perhaps some sort of infamous...well...they didn't quite know what.

Y/n was shaking, as she stood up in Charms for the exam by making a pineapple tap-dance across a desk, raised her arm. In a flick, the immobile pineapple that lay motionless on the desk had started tap-dancing vigorously across the desk. The class burst into applause and Y/n sat back down in her seat next to Arabella in relief.

"That was incredible, n/n," she hissed, as Y/n collapsed into her chair, ashen-faced. "Told you."

Y/n only smiled.

"I can't believe that pineapple wouldn't budge until the last second!" exclaimed James emphatically as they left Charms half an hour later. "How does L/n do it?"

"Talent and skill, my friend, talent and skill," said Sirius wisely. Then he added, "And the proper wand, of course."

"I wish I had the proper wand for Charms," sighed James, exasperated.

"You have the proper wand for Transfiguration," offered Remus helpfully. Peter, his thoughts still on how terribly he did on his exam by making the pineapple wither before their eyes, did not speak.

James noticed this right away. "Don't worry, Peter, you'll get it—sometime."

"Or someday," added Sirius.

"Sirius!"

"What?"

James sighed, frustrated. "Well, it's lunch time, then after that it's Transfiguration. Well, at least I don't have to suffer on that." Then he smirked widely. "And I'll be watching L/n suffer, for a change."

How very wrong he was. Right after lunch, the first year Gryffindors headed off to their Transfiguration exam. Y/n was looking thoroughly confident, and when it came her turn, she gave a casual wave of her wand, and the mouse she was supposed to turn into a snuffbox had first turned into a shade of scarlet and gold, and into a beautiful snuffbox. Professor McGonagall, who knew that Y/n was hopeless at Transfiguration, was thoroughly astonished at how pretty and perfect the snuffbox turned to be. As Y/n went back to her seat, Arabella gave a quiet but admiring whistle.

"That was amazing, n/n! I thought you said you were terrible at Transfiguration."

"I've practiced that one for a month," muttered Y/n, grinning as she sat down.

James had also turned his snuffbox into a scarlet and gold mix. McGonagall didn't look surprised, but calmly nodded, allowing him to take a seat. But what puzzled the rest of the class when everyone finished their exams was why Y/n and James turned their snuffboxes into the same thing. They knew that it wasn't your choice how pretty your snuffbox turned out to be, but the news spread through the whole school like wildfire—Y/n and James had the same snuffbox.

"I don't know what the big fuss is about," complained Y/n, as she saw another group of people huddled together, pointing at her and nudging at their friends. "I mean, so what if James and I had the same snuffbox?"

"It's never happened before in a long time," said Arabella solemnly. "Hasn't for what—two hundred years? When two people transfigure objects into the same exact thing in shape and size, it often means that they are destined for each other."

"You mean love?" asked Y/n, puzzled.

"Well, not exactly. I mean, there are a lot of people in love, but most of them don't transfigure objects into the exact same thing. It's something more powerful than love—something like a love that can never be destroyed. Love that even death cannot be destroyed, and when one or both of the soulmates die, their love will live in others that they loved before."

Y/n stared at her friend. "How do you know these things?"

Arabella shrugged. "I read it in our Transfiguration book."

Y/n laughed. "And I thought I paid attention to my homework!"

"Well, it wasn't necessarily homework. I just found it interesting so I started to flip through the book and read it."

"You don't think it's true, do you, Bells?"

"It probably is."

"Please say you're kidding."

"I'm not kidding."

"Thanks a lot, Bells," groaned Y/n. She collided right into James Potter.

"Watch where you're going next time, L/n!" cried James, stumbling backwards. Luckily Remus caught his shoulder firmly with his arm.

"Thanks Remus—hey, why the long faces?"

"Y/n got upset about what I said," said Arabella matter-of-factly.

"Really? What did you say?"

"That the love you both will one day share will be more powerful than regular love."

James stared, just as Y/n had done. "That's not true."

"Yes, it is. You two are destined for each other, James. Just—not yet."

"I'll see you over the summer, n/n!" called Arabella, waving frantically to her best friend and walking grudgingly after her mother.

"I'll see you too, Bella! Thanks for inviting me, Mrs. Figg!" added Lily. She was practically yelling on the top of her lungs.

"You're welcome, y/n," said Mrs. Figg warmly.

"Y/n!" It was Mrs. L/n calling, and she was beaming at her daughter.

"Mum!" cried Y/n, and flew into her mother's outstretched arms. "Dad!" She hugged her father. But when she saw y/s/n sulking off at a corner, she nodded curtly, and said shortly, "y/s/n."

"Y/n," snapped y/s/n just as shortly.

Y/n ignored her sister and began to tell her parents about her exams. She had gotten three hundred and fifteen percent in Charms; two hundred in Transfiguration; one hundred and fifty five in Astronomy; one hundred and ninety-eight in Herbology; two hundred and twelve in History of Magic; three hundred in Defense Against the Dark Arts; and one hundred and ten in Potions. Y/n was certainly amazed that she had gotten that high in Potions. She had expected something terrible, but Professor Hurst must have given in sometime, deciding to be a little less biased. She had scored top of the first years, with James Potter and Sirius Black tailing very close to her in second. Remus, Violet, Arabella, and Jennifer had all done very well, going above average, but Peter did abysmally. But Professor Dumbledore, having a good heart, had let the little boy pass, much to Professor McGonagall's dismay.

Her mother's eyes filled with tears after she finished and sobbed on Mr. L/n's shoulder and wailed that she was so proud of Y/n. Mr. l/n just stood there, patting his wife's shoulder awkwardly and congratulating y/n enthusiastically and how proud he was, too, for having such a clever witch for a daughter.

"Hey." Y/n turned around, and to her surprise and horror, James Potter was grinning at her, his brown eyes full of mischief as usual.

Mrs. L/n had wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and asked Y/n, smiling, "Is this your new friend, y/n?"

Y/n shrugged. "Er—I guess." She didn't want her parents to think that the boy standing there was her biggest enemy, or else they'd make her leave Hogwarts right away.

James grinned even widely and gave the l/ns a short bow. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. l/n. Y/n and I are—er—great friends." He furrowed his brow after the last sentence. Then he spotted y/s/n lurking around her parents' back and snorted softly. He had heard a lot about this girl from y/n, who thought that magical people were "freaks".

"Hello," he said, trying to be friendly but failing terribly. "Er—you must be y/s/n, right?"

She looked up and stared at him, examining him from head to toe. While battling on what to say, she finally snapped, "You must be one of y/n's friends at school."

James shrugged. "I suppose you could say that."

"Did Y/n tell you about me?"

"Er—a bit."

"The freak," y/s/n muttered under her breath. She kept shooting James daggers and muttering things like "freak" and "never combed his hair in his life" to herself. James restrained himself from laughing.

"Well, I'll see you over the summer, then, Y/n," he said casually, and ran back to where his parents were waiting.

"See me over the summer?" said Y/n to herself, as she got into the car. "What does he mean? I suppose Potter just meant that he'd see me on September 1st again, when the term started and when we become second years."

Then she laid down her head as the car drove through the familiar Muggle surroundings that y/n had grown up in, not knowing that she would see the whole gang—including James' friends—that summer, and have the best time of her life. For now, she was just glad the end-of-the-year exams were over and done with and that she passed the first year. But something still lingered on her mind and kept repeating itself. It was the Sorting Hat's voice when it had sorted her into Gryffindor.

"You will become an important part of the magical world someday, along with Mr. Po—but I shall not tell you." Did it mean James?

tags; @thecurlyhairedwinchester

a/n; go check out my rewritten version! you can find it in my masterlist!

masterlist

masterlist of original version

#amarauder writings #james potter x reader #it's a hate-love thing original version

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Of baby talk and other shenanigans

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Luna knew she was in for something the moment she entered the Jam&Roller.

It may be Gastón devilish smirk, Nina`s alarmed face or Jim and Jam secretive looks; or even the way Ramiro was looking at her with mocking concentration while popping popcorn in his mouth all the while Simon was trying to conceal his amusement whereas Nico was cleaning the tables looking like the most normal in the group, and Pedro, well he looked quiet but somehow resigned.

Lunas was wary.

“Hey Luna!” Gaston called in a very, very chipper voice.

And rightfully so.

“Hi guys” She greeted the group with some reluctance “So, where is Matteo? He send a message and told me was here already” She double checked her surroundings looking for her boyfriend.

Good Luna go for the safe, if you chose the topic they can`t ambush you (Also if they truly were going to make her the center of their mocking better have the one who would have her back right? Right. And to do so he had to be here, which he wasn`t apparently)

“Oh, he`s probably in the bathroom crying” Announced Ramiro gleefully.

Not comforting at all.

Simon's smile this time can't be hidden fast enough behind his hand and Jim and Yan actually snickered.

“What?” She looks at Ramiro “Why?” Her eyes traveled to Nina in search for some explanation “What did you guys did to him?” Luna alternated looks between all the guys in front of her (And then stops moving so much her head because if their laugh is anything to go by she must look stupid doing that).

“Nothing important we were only having a little argument” Interjected Yam with and Cheshire like smile.

“Yeah, and you have to back me up!” Exclaimed Gaston tithing his arm around Nina’s shoulders in an absent gesture that Luna knows for a fact (Nina told her. Ha) he does unconsciously when he is way too excited for something.

Luna gave her best (Hesitant) smile while sitting next to Pedro; that’s the farest from where Gaston is, and his smile looked awfully shark-like “Well I don`t know what were you talking about”

Simon sniggered.

Uh-Oh this is bad.

“How many kids are you and Matteo going to have?” Asked Jim excited. Luna swears she saw her jump in her sit a little bit.

“My bet is in five or so, since you are so good with kids and let’s face it Matteo turn up to be a giant teddy bear” Exclaimed Yam casually.

“I say you`re having only one because Matteo have only so much neurons and when his attention goes to his kid he is going to forget about you and give me the chance to kick his ass” Said Simon in a matter of fact tone.

“Hey that`s my bro you`re talking about! Show some respect!” For a moment Gaston looked at Simon like he was the offended girlfriend (And thank you very much but that right is fully reserved to Luna) “But back to topic. I say you are going to have five kids”

“that`s stealing answers!” Declared Yam giving the brunette an accusatory finger.

“Yes it is!” Supported Jim gravely, glaring at Gaston.

“Well it is if you don`t let me elaborate! So as I was saying two of those five kids are going to be yours and you are going to adopt the rest”

“And what makes you think that they are going to adopt?” An eyebrow rise in Ramiro`s face as an daring gesture directed to the brunette.

“Because Matteo told me once! You know given this little lady`s history” He points at Luna with his head “Matteo told me he wants to the same thing Monica and Miguel did for Luna for some kid”

This made a sweet warmth spreads through Luna`s heart. Matteo was such a thoughtful boyfriend and he wanted to adopt kids with her and…

Wait, what?

“…Wait what?”

Ugh.

Bright thing to say Luna, you should be given a prize for you undeniable cleverness. And please shut your mouth already everyone is laughing at you!

She turned to Nina, the only level headed person in this group of loonies.

“Nina, a little help here”

Nina looked a little affronted and in her shy way she said…

“I think one of each gender”

Oh, the traitor.

“Nina!”

“Sorry!”

“And why are we even talking about this?” She looked at them, feeling super embarrassed.

At this some gave her shrugs as response; Jim and Yam looked at each other and uttered “We were bored” in Unisom (That sometimes is still so creepy), “We wanted to see how many of us were going to be godparents” Said Gaston looking at Nina, to his side Simon nods wholehearted, Luna can hear something around the lines of “Matteo`s face” and “So worth it” in Ramiro`s general direction, but she is not sure.

“Oh, yeah? Well oh… uh, I Ah-ha” Luna is more embarrassed now with all her stuttering “Then… then why don`t you talk about Nina and Gaston? They are like… the lovebirds here”

Luna usually says thing she doesn’t mean or plainly stupid thing when she is nervous, like now, but she can`t find in herself to regret it since Nina did betray her after all (Plus Gaston was getting in her nerves with that smile)

“Good save. But let`s take it. So Gaston how many offspring do you want with Nina down the road?”

Yam sly smile was directed to the couple now, and god thing that, since it send a shiver running down Luna`s spine. She looked predatory.

“Wh..what?! N.. no, no I don`t… eh.. brll” Ok, even Luna had to laugh at Nina`s incompressible babbling, that didn’t ‘made her a bad friend, it was hilarious ok? “Gaston say something!”

“Three” Deadpanned Gaston with a casual shrug of his shoulders and the tiniest, most satisfied smile Luna had seen in his face.

Nina gaped openly at him her eyes almost popping out of its sockets. Gaston turned to her with a suave expression.

And then the most bizarre thing happened. For a moment (Of completely silence because after Gaston answer all of them were just staring in disbelief at them) Nina and Gaston seemed to had a silent conversation for a moment, then Nina`s panicked expression melted into a smirk (That`s right a smirk, you didn`t read it wrong).

“Three” Repeated Gaston in a confident stance.

“And all boys. Because I`d be clueless on what to do with a girl. Beside I`m already good in video games and stuff. So yeah.”

Silence.

More silence.

Ramino`s sneeze.

Defiling silence.

“Ok that was… anyway we are in the topic already so, what about you Yam and Ramiro” Said Simon awkwardly.

Said guys looked at each other.

“Ok in first place who said I was going to reproduce with this guy? Like the world don’t need more Eminem-wanna-be running around. I`m sure I`m done with just one”

“Excuse me? Any girl would be completely trilled to have me and my perfect genetic”

“Whatever you say Capitan genetic, tell that to your test tube, I’m sure that is the only thing that will be willing to have your babies”

“Stop, stop, stop right there what are you even…”

“And you Jim? Nico?” Interrupted Simon timely. At this the blonde and rapper stopped talking and settled for glaring at each other.

Of course redirect the conversation, or rather this conversation (Or any conversation really) to Jim and Nico was not such a good idea.

Nico looked positively uncomfortable.

“Lots!” Busted out Jim completely trilled “I want lots of kids because I was an only child, I want my kids to hace siblings!” The red headed girl turned to see her boyfriend with hopeful eyes. Nico scratched the back of his head trying to not look her in the eyes.

“I don`t know. Isn`t a little early in our relationship to think of that?” Said Nico and Pedro said “Aw, dude you going to have your own litter someday” at the same time.

“Wait, we have been in a relationship for a year” On and off was what everyone thought but nobody dared to voice out aloud “So you are saying that you don`t want my babies? Is that Nico?”

Oh god. This may be the (Stupidest) reason number 250834 this year that made this two break up again.

“Jim I`m sure he doesn`t mean that” Intervened Yam

“Yeah, I don’t mean that”

“Well it looks like you did!”

“Oh hey” and suddenly the attention was focused in Matteo (Who thank god finally decided to make an appearance and stop world war III from happening) who turned to face her and give her and short kiss in the lips “Hi gorgeous”

“If you are trying to compensate for leaving me to face this alone your are not doing a very good job” Luna murmured to him.

“Dude you surely took your time, where were you?”

“I told you, he was crying in the bathroom” Said Ramiro with a smirk that could only be described as shit-eating.

“I was not” Answered Matteo offended “I only made a strategically retirement”

Luna could almost hear the moment in which he bite his own tongue.

Good thing to said idiot.

Luna looked at him with an annoyed face “They were distracted snob. God job”

“Ugh. Me, me” Intervened Pedro raising one hand as if he had the answer the teacher had asked. Nerd. “I bet for a house, a big one, let`s face it they both are loaded with money, a dog and three kids. Am I going in the right path?”

At this Matteo flushed a little bit and Luna moaned resigned. Dropping her head in her boyfriend`s lap she responded, “The dog is definitely a yes. I always wanted one.”

Luna wasn`t ready for the naked raw emotion in Matteo`s face. Something indescribable going through his eyes until it settled in completely adoration and utterly love. She knew she had said the right thing.

“Yeah, I would go for something like a Golden retriever, but I know Luna always wanted a cocker spaniel, so maybe both?” He finished his sentence in an uncertain tone.

“Both” With a smile, Luna agreed.

“Both” Echoed Matteo with a genuine smile.

He was sooooo cute.

“And the kids?”

Luna though that with their previous answer their friends would be appeased, but apparently she had been wrong.

“I want at least two. One of each gender” Luna was surprised that this time Matteo was the one taking the initiative and she was so concentrated in his voice and the soft way he was playing with her hair that she missed completely Nina`s and Gaston`s high five and Simon groan “A boy so I can play with him and so he can be like me when he grow up” Always the cocky Matteo “And a girl” He continued “So I can spoil her rotten. Also I want to adopt, so it can be two or more”

A peaceful smile stretched in her lips one more.

“Adopt. Is another go”

“And you Luna?” This time was Nico the one asking. She was barely aware that their friends were looking intensely at them. But they were so wrapped in each other and their little world that they could barely pay attention to anything else.

“I don truly care all that much” Luna uttered in a soft voice, her eyes clashing directly with Matteo`s brown orbs “I want more than one that`s for sure. As a child I always wanted a little sister so I would go for a girl, so I can dress her up and make her hair and teach her how to skate”

Suddenly this conversation didn`t seem so pointless. Luna could vividly imagine two children running around a big garden playing with their dogs, and one baby resting his head in Matteo`s shoulder, deep in sleep, all of them with curly brown hair (As her and Matteo’s hair were prone to curl).

It was a beautiful picture.

It made worth all the coos and tease of their friends as they redirected their shenanigans to Simon (Apparently satisfied with their answer) and as Matteo caressed her face with a reverence that left her breathless and smiled down at her it felt like he was making a promise.

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So guys sorry for grammatical and misspelling errors, this time may be worst since I ddn`t have time to re read it.

Anyway, this in my first time doing something somehow funny, hope I didn`t fail.

In another note I have like a million ideas for Soy Luna fics but I can’t decide what to do first. So what would you like to read?

I was working in an Au idea settle in canonical universe where Matteo and Luna never meet in canon way and years later Matteo find a girl in a beach and saves her from drown in the water. The twist? She doesn’t have a clue of who she is.

A Greek Mythology Au, loosely following the story of Hades and Persephone (For those who knows the myth)

Another Au loosely based in Aladdin and The hunchback of Notre dame, settled in 1500 or so? It`s hard to explain but, yeah…

(And the update of Kaleidoscopic colors, that I`m working on)

So which of this ideas sound more appalling? None? Something? My imbox if open if some of you want to tell me which of them I should be focusing on.

#soy luna #lutteo #gastina #yamiro #jico #matteo balsano #luna valente #nina simonetti #gaston perida #simon alvarez #jim y yam #nico #pedro

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play-read-write · 7 years

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What’s in a grade?

Decided to do a One Month Challenge. Try and post something every day for one month. Here is the first thing.

Fandom: RWBY Word Count: 2561 Description: When Ruby’s team finds that she’s been hiding something important they call her out on it, only to learn of a deeper problem they were unaware of.

As the tests were handed back, one by one, everybody looked around, comparing scores. Some didn’t care, other did, most were just curious. Ruby fidgeted a bit in her seat as she waited on hers. Eventually the professor came around, handing hers over, face down as usual.

Turning it over she looked at the score, and then quickly stuffed it into her bag. She picked up the pack just as the bell rang and headed out, back to the dorm room now that class was done. It was something she’d done dozens of times and her mind drifted a bit, not quite realizing where she was until she got there.

Stepping inside she was glad to see she was the first from her team to make it back after class. Heading over to one of the desks and sat down. Reaching up she grabbed one of the books from the top shelf and opened it, a key falling down. Taking the key she opened one of the drawers and put her test paper in before closing it and locking it again. She put the key back in the book and replaced it, before pulling down a different and opening it, this time just to start on her work.

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Ruby stretched up as she finished her work, putting her books away and some papers in her bag. “Ugh, that took way too long.” She complained.

“Well at least you got it done.” Weiss says.

“Yeah, I guess.” Ruby says and gets up. “I’m gonna go play games with Jaune and Nora. See you guys later.” She waves and opens the door, heading out.

“See ya.” Yang says as she leaves.

Not long later Blake closes her book, sitting on her bed. She gets up and walks over to the desk Ruby had been sitting at and puts it on the shelf above it.

“All done?” Yang asks.

“Yes, now to find another one.”

“You never stop.” Yang says with a chuckle.

“Hmm, do you know this one?” She asks, pointing at one, “Legends and Tales.” She reads off.

“Oh yeah, that one’s Ruby’s. Old myths and fairy tales and stuff. Go ahead; I’m sure she won’t mind.”

Blake pulls the book out and opens it up, flipping through a few pages here and there. “Seems interesting enough.” She said as she flicked through it, when something fell out, clinking onto the desk.

“What was that? Did you break something?” Weiss asks.

“What? No. Something fell out of the book. It’s…” She picks it up, “It’s a key.”

“A key?” Weiss asks, setting her scroll aside. “What on Remnant was a key doing in there?”

“How should I know?”

“Well what does it go to, can you tell?” Yang asks.

“Not really, it just looks like a key.”

“It shouldn’t be too hard, what locks?” Weiss says.

“Doors, but it’s not that, we have scrolls for that.” Yang says, “So that leaves, padlocks, lockers, windows, drawers.”

“Drawers.” Weiss says, “It must go to one of the desk drawers.”

“Is no one thinking maybe Ruby had a reason to hide this?” Blake says, “That she might want some privacy?”

“Oh it’ll be fine.” Yang says, jumping down and grabbing the key from Blake. “I’m her big sister, we never keep secrets. She’s probably just like, hiding weapon plans or something.” She explains as she starts pulling on desk drawers. “Here we are.” She says as one doesn’t open.

Bending down she puts the key in and turns it, pulling the door open. “Gotcha.”

“I still think this is a bad idea.” Blake says.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is.” Weiss says, “So she’s hiding some weapon plan or whatever, why bother?”

“Actually…” Yang says, picking up some papers and looking at them curiously. “Is this homework?”

“Homework?” Weiss asked, walking over, “Let me see.” She took the paper that Yang handed her and looked it over. “This is the latest test from Peach, taken today.”

“I had that, we took it yesterday.” Yang says, “Probably a different one though. I wonder why she hid it.”

“Did you see the grade?” Weiss asks.

“No, I didn’t look. Why?” She takes the page as Weiss hands it back. “Oh wow. Even I did better than that, quite a bit better actually.”

“And unlike you I’ve actually seen her study.” Weiss says, picking up more pages from the drawer. “Look at this, they’re all like that. Did either of you know she was having this much trouble?”

“Not at all.” Blake says.

“Didn’t have a clue.” Yang says, “Ruby was never a straight A student but she usually did pretty well. This is pretty surprising.”

“I know, why didn’t she tell us?” Weiss asks, “I mean look at this one, it wasn’t even difficult.”

“Not difficult for you and not difficult for others are different things, Weiss.” Blake says.

“That’s true.” Yang says, taking the page, “But she’s right, this is some pretty basic stuff. I remember learning about this in Oaken’s class back at Signal, and then again the next year in Asher’s.”

“So you learned it two years in a row?” Blake asks.

“Yeah, and then again this year.” Yang says, “I still remember that stupid cheesy presentation Oaken did where he dressed up as this one guy, no one could forget that.”

“So your last two years at Signal, the two that Ruby skipped.” Blake points out.

“Yeah I guess… Oh.” Yang says, her eyes going wide, “I hadn’t thought of… I didn’t realize. Oh wow I am a horrible sister.”

“What are you talking about?” Weiss asks.

“All this stuff, the things the teachers glance over because we’re supposed to know them already, the remedial stuff, Ruby never learned it.” Yang says, “She got moved ahead because she’s an amazing fighter, and when it comes to weapons she’s amazing, but basic schooling she’s two years behind.”

“That’s… I hadn’t thought of that.” Weiss says, “I figured if she was moved ahead it was because she could handle the workload.”

“None of us did.” Blake says, “And she is handling it, just not well. She’s passing, but barely by the looks of it. Now that we realize it I’m surprised she’s doing as well as she is. Oobleck’s classes can be hard to follow when you already know most of it.”

“Well why didn’t she tell us about this?” Weiss asks, “We could have helped.

“Yeah I want to know that too.” Yang says, “I thought she trusted me with everything.”

“I’m sure there’s a reason.” Blake says, “Just have to wait and ask her.” Her bow twitches and she looks at the door. “And not long apparently.”

The door opens and Ruby walks in. “Hey, have you guys seen my…” she stops as she sees them looking at her. Her eyes dart around, from them, to the papers, to the open drawer. “What’s going on?”

“We could ask you the same thing.” Weiss says.

“Did you guys… did you go through my stuff?” Ruby asks.

“We found a key to a locked drawer.” Weiss says, “In a desk shared by the whole team.”

“I was just curious as to what was in it.” Yang says, “I didn’t expect this.” She gestures at the pages.

Ruby closes the door. “You still went through my things.” She says with a deep frown.

“I told them it was a bad idea.” Blake says, “But that’s not the point right now.”

“So what is? That I can’t even put my stuff in the room without it belonging to everyone?”

“Don’t try to distract us.” Yang says, “We need to talk about what’s on these papers, not where they were.”

Ruby pouts and crosses her arms as she sits on Weiss’ bed. “Fine.” She says, “We can talk about how stupid I am.”

“Ruby.” Yang says, “You’re not stupid, don’t say that.”

“But I am.” Ruby says, “The papers right there say so. I’ve heard what people say, which ones were easy, and even those ones were hard for me. I’m dumb.”

“Well you did dumb things.” Weiss says.

“Weiss!” Yang protests.

“It’s true. The stupidest part of this was her not asking for help.”

“Right, there’s that.” Yang says, sitting down next to her. “You’re not stupid Ruby; you just didn’t take as many classes as we have. So why didn’t you come to us, to me, when you started having trouble?”

“I don’t know. I just…” She trailed off.

“Ruby.” Blake says, “We’re your team, your friends. We need you to trust us.”

“I… I didn’t want you guys thinking I was just some stupid kid.” She says, looking at the ground. “I’m supposed to be the team leader, the one who helps others, but I can’t even do basic school work on my own.”

Yang and Blake share a look as Weiss sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Why would you believe anyone would think that?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe because that’s what half the people in the school call me?” Ruby says, “I have ears you know. It’s all ‘that kid in the hood’ or ‘that kid who got in early’ or ‘the kid who got to be leader’ and stuff like that. I know I can fight, I can take out lots of Grimm, but this other stuff just proves they’re right. If I can’t even do homework maybe I shouldn’t have gotten into Beacon.”

“Hey now.” Yang says, putting an arm over her shoulder, “Don’t go saying that. If anyone talks bad about you, just tell me and I’ll take care of it.”

“No.” Ruby says and shrugs of her shoulder. “That’s the problem. I’m already ‘that kid’ here. I need to prove I’m supposed to be here. How can I do that if I get everyone else to solve my problems for me? If I have Blake and Weiss do my homework and you fighting my battles then I’m not doing anything. I need to be the one to do the work. I need to know that I can do this.”

“I understand.” Blake says, “You feel you need to prove your worth, earn you place. You’ve already done that though. It was your plan at initiation that helped us beat that Nevermore. We couldn’t have done that without you. You showed that you deserve to be here.”

“Yeah, I came up with one plan, whoopty do.” Ruby says, “I should be doing better though. Obviously or we would be having this conversation.”

“Grades aren’t everything, Ruby.” Yang says, “So you’re having a bit of trouble, it’s not surprising since you skipped two years. You never got to learn what we did.”

“I know they’re not.” Ruby says, “It’s just… Well look at you. Sure you’re grades aren’t the best, but you do okay, and you’re a really great fighter. You all three are actually. Almost everybody here is. I’m the kid though, the baby, the child who got in early. I can’t go being coddled with you doing my work for me and running off to cry for big Sis every time something bad happens. I know there’s nothing wrong with asking for help, and I didn’t expect to even get one A, heck maybe not even B’s, but I thought I should at least be average on my own. I mean if I only pass because you guys helped me, then did I really pass or did you guys do it for me? I need to show that I’m good enough.”

“You mean you need to show yourself that you’re good enough.” Blake says.

“I… yeah.” Ruby says, “Put me on the battlefield and I know I can do it. I’m not a huntress yet, but I’m good enough to be a first year. Classrooms though, that’s harder.”

“Honestly, you really are an idiot.” Weiss says, earning her the room’s attention. “First off, we wouldn’t do your work for you. We’d just help you do it, the same as we helped you in initiation. You couldn’t do that on your own either, but it didn’t make you question your worth. Second, that’s why we’re here. We’re supposed to help each other. Being around you three has helped me learn to be… nicer, and I couldn’t have done it without you. You were good at that and I wasn’t, so you helped me be better. Now you need help with schoolwork because you advanced faster than anyone else, so of course we’ll help you.”

“She’s right.” Yang says, “You got in two years early, and that’s amazing. I get to be on a team with my sister, and the fact that you’re good enough to be on the level with everyone else here is great on its own. You can’t expect to be above average at everything.”

“Everyone is going to have their faults, Ruby.” Blake says, “Some have more personal faults, and some more academic. Think about it though, you’re passing Beacon level courses at just fifteen years old. You’re two years younger, and didn’t get the extra time or classes everyone else did to learn, but you still managed to pass them through hard work and dedication. It’s admirable really.”

“See.” Yang says, “You’re passing, and that’s tough enough. You’re judging yourself against everyone else, but they’ve got two years more classes than you do. It’s not a fair judgement, the rest of us have an advantage you don’t.”

“Exactly.” Weiss says, “You were given a harder job than the rest of us, and less time or experience to do it. We didn’t consider that you might have trouble with it because you never told us. We are a team though, and we should do this together. We’re here to help each other.”

Ruby reached up, wiping her eyes as tears started to form in them. “Thanks guys.” She says. “Sorry I was being all, you know.”

“It’s fine.” Yang says, giving her a hug. “I’m always here for you. Next time you’ve got a problem though, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“We were put together for a reason.” Weiss says, “And it wasn’t to watch each other fail.”

“Which is why you won’t.” Blake says, “Things will go much easier if we share our problems instead of trying to carry them on our own.”

“Right.” Ruby says and nods. “Thanks again. Though I should uh, probably get back to team JNPR. I just came over to find the latest X-ray and Vav comic. I was gonna lend it to them.”

“Yeah, we’ve probably kept you long enough.” Yang says.

“Here.” Blake says, turning around and grabbing it from amongst some other books before handing it to Ruby.

“Cool, thanks.” She says, moving to the door. As she puts her hand on the handle she turns back. “So uh, tomorrow after class, could one of you…”

“I’m free.” Weiss says, “We’ll go to the library.”

“I’ve got time this weekend, if you’re up for some more then.” Blake adds.

“I’m not that great at studying myself.” Yang says, “But I can help with some things you need catching up on that I learned in Signal.”

“Sounds great.” Ruby says, “See you later.” She turns and walks out the door with a smile. Maybe Beacon wouldn’t be as hard as she thought.

#Ruby Rose #RWBY #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #Weiss Schnee #I feel ruby would have some insecurities about being younger #she doesn't want to be special #plus skipping grades like that has to be hard #February Challenge #my fanfic #mine

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SIX FLAGS THRILL: THE ADVENTUROUS SCARE

Dr. Arnold had to go on without Daphne. “Alright I have everyone except Daphne Waters and Monica Whitley. Why can’t people stay in one place i’ll never know,” Dr. Arnold said as he looked at his clipboard. “Alright everyone listen up I want you all to have fun. But remember to stick with your teachers. Teachers make sure you are back here at 4 P. M. That is all,” Dr. Arnold had said scratching the top of his forehead. All the students were all talking to one another. “Where could Daphne and Monica be?” Robin was worried. “Dr. Arnold, Dr. Arnold,” Daphne said running up to him. “Oh thank God Ms. Waters do you realize we were all in a state of panic? Where were you?” Dr. Arnold had said very serious. “We were?” Mitchel pondered. “Quiet son,” Dr. Arnold pushed Mitchel out of the way. “Dr. Arnold come now it’ important,” Daphne said. “Calm down now Ms. Waters. Where’s Ms. Whitley? Don’t you two hang out as a duo?” Dr. Arnold asked. Daphne had started to cry. Dr. Arnold was very concerned. Mrs. Mason walked up to Daphne. “Are you going to be alright dear? Here have a tissue,” Mrs. Mason had said. Daphne cried even harder. “Robin now look what you’ve done,” Cassidy said. “What I didn’t think I would make her cry even harder,” Robin said as she rolled her eyes. Robin had felt guilty for asking that question. Suddenly the six flags park was empty. However the Lakefield seniors were still patiently waiting for the signal to go have fun. “Hey where did everyone go?” Michelle had asked. Dr. Arnold looked up out into the park. “That’s awefully strange I wonder where everyone could have gone?” Dr. Arnold wondered as he continuously scratched his head. Shawn gave Mitchel a look like he knew what he was going to say. “What?” Mitchel asked. “Don’t even think about it,” Shawn said with his arms crossed on his chest. Robin couldn’t help but to almost laugh. “It looks like it’s about to rain,” Cassidy said looking up into the sky. “Well, at least Mitchel didn’t say it,” Robin said. “It’s like you can read my mind,” Shawn said. “What?” Mitchel asked curious. The rain started to pour down. “Oh, my hair!” Paige shouted. “Everyone back to the buses,” Dr. Arnold had yelled out to everyone. Everyone had headed back to the buses. Once Dr. Arnold make sure everyone was on the bus. He gave the signal for the buses to leave. “Did Dr. Arnold drive here?” Robin wanted to know. “Yes,” Everybody on the bus responded. She once again realized that she asked a stupid question. She had sat down the front seat as she had took off her purse. Daphne whom was on the bus started to cry again. Cassidy had poked her head beside her over to the seat behind her. Cassidy seen that Daphne was still crying. Cassidy wanted to find some way to cheer Daphne up. Then the light in her head went on. She pulled out her cell phone and went up to the front of the bus. “Mr. Crane could you play this for a friend?” “Only if you can plug it into the radio. I hardly know how to work it,” Mr. Crane said. She quickly plugged in her phone into the radio. Mr. Crane had just pulled into the hotel parking lot when the music started to come on. All of a sudden Justin Bieber’s Baby came on. Mr. Crane had parked the bus in the back of the hotel parking lot. Daphne’s face had lit up. “Baby, baby, baby oh like baby, baby, baby, o like baby, baby, baby, no I hope that you’ll always be mine,” Justin Bieber sang on Cassidy’s phone. “When I was thirteen I had my first love,” Daphne sang as she started to dance. It obviously worked because the next thing she knew it was everybody was talking about her vocal and dance moves. As everybody was getting off the bus they were chanting Daphne’s name. The rain had lit up but it was still wet outside. All the other buses had just got back. Everyone including the teachers and bus driver’s had went into the hotel lobby. “Everyone please stay where you are until Dr. Arnold arrives please,” Mr. Hornback yelled out to the senior class. However no one was listening. “Shall I?” Mitchel asked. “You shall,” Mr. Hornback had said. “Quiet!” Mitchel shouted once again. This time even the front desk had heard him. The manager was impressed that everyone stopped talking. “I would like everyone to stay here in the main lobby until Dr. Arnold comes back. Do not go to your rooms until said so,” But then he realized there was only one hundred students in the lobby. The other hundred students went back to their rooms. “Oh forget it, go ahead to your rooms,” Mr. Hornback said annoyed. Mrs. Mason was the last one to come into the hotel lobby. “Excuse me Mr. Hornback,” Mrs. Mason went on. As the two teachers were talking both, of the two girls were sitting on the lobby couch. “I’m so beat,” Cassidy said. “Hey girls,” Ian said walking up to them. “Hi Ian,” Cassidy said giving him a warm greeting. It’s good how Ian and Cassidy became such good friends. Especially considering they both used to date each other. That just proves that you can still be friends with your ex. “Shhh, I can’t hear what they’re saying to each other,” Robin said. Robin just saw Mrs. Mason walking towards the other teachers to talk to them. Robin walked up to Mr. Hornback. She had to get to the bottom of the mystery of where Monica was. “Mr. Hornback sorry to bother you but,” Robin was about to say then she realized he may not end up knowing the information about Monica. “Yes,” Mr. Hornback said patiently waiting. “Oh I realized I answered my own question,” Robin said. “Well what was the question that you ended up answering,” He wanted to know. “Umm....” She started to stutter trying to find a question. “Oh I was going to ask if I can use the restroom,” She asked. God, that sounded so dumb. But I think he bought it. “Oh I see well it’s right over there if you need to use it,” He said. “Oh thank you. Actually my question was more of where is the restroom?” Robin asked. “The lady’s room is over beside the front desk,” Mr. Hornback said. “Thank you,” “You’re certainly welcome,” Mr. Hornback said. As she walked back toward Ian and Cassidy, Robin was had hit her head calling herself stupid. “Robin are you okay?” Ian asked curious. “I’m just great. I just asked the most stupidest question in the whole world,” “Well, what did you ask?” Ian wanted to know. “I should’ve said don’t ask but that’s completely out of the question,” She said in a sarcastic way. “Oh come on it can’t be that bad,” Ian said as he sat down on the chair right next to the coach. “I just asked him if I can go to the restroom. Then I asked him where is the restroom,” Robin said smacking her forehead. “Ugh!” “That’s funny usually when people talk about going to the restroom I normally have to go. By the way now I do. See ya,” Ian said practically running to the men’s room. “Hey no running,” The manager had said. “Emergency,” Ian said as he finally made the men’s room. The two girls had laughed. “Alright you, out with it,” Cassidy said. “I wanted to know about Monica,” “Well I do to but, no adult will let us know,” “I know that now,” “What do we do?” Cassidy pondered then... “I got an idea,” Later that night Cassidy and Robin had took a cab to the six flags park. “Thank you,” Cassidy said to the cab driver as she paid him twenty bucks then he drove off. “Okay. So what exactly did you have in mind?” Robin asked Cassidy. “Well...” Cassidy said not really sure herself. “You don’t have a plan do you?” Robin asked. “Well I did,” “Then what was it?” “Well I was thinking,” Cassidy was about to say. ��We could ride death row,” An unknown male voice had said. “What was that?” Robin wondered scared out of her wits end. “Me,” The male voice had said. “Who’s me?” Cassidy asked scared. Then out of nowhere something or someone jumped in the front of the two of them. “Ahhh!” The girls screamed. “Shhh,” The voice tried to calm the two of them down. He then flashed a flash light in his face. “Bad idea, bad idea,” Robin screamed. The girls started to run away from the park but then the two of them bumped into Shawn and Ian. “Ahh,” They screamed even louder. The two of them couldn’t see anything because it was so dark outside. “Hey it’s us Ian and Shawn,” Ian said as he showed a light in his face. The girls had settled down. “Are you two okay?” Shawn asked. “That guy over there scared us to death,” Cassidy had said. “What guy?” Ian wanted to know. Ian had flashed the flashlight at the bushes beside the tree. No one was there. “I don’t see anyone,” Shawn had said. “Wait, shhh,” Ian said as he put his finger pressed up to his lips. “Who’s there?” The parks front lights went on. It was so bright that the four of them had to shield their eyes with their arm. All of a sudden the bushes were shaking. Then came out a teenage boy their age. He had his hands in his pocket like he had no idea what to say. For a minute no one said anything. “I’m sorry for scaring you girls,” The boy had said. “That was you that scared us?” Robin had wondered. “Yes I really didn’t mean to,” He said. “What’s your name?” Ian asked. “Lance, Lance King,” He said. “What are you doing here,” Ian asked. “I was about to ask your two girlfriends the same thing,” Lance said as he was moving his foot back and forth on the ground. “Oh we’re not all together just these two,” Ian pointed at Shawn and Cassidy. “What’s your names?” Lance asked. “I’m Ian, this is Shawn his girlfriend Cassidy, and this is Robin,” Ian introduced the four of them. Five minutes went by without anyone saying a word. “So Lance is there a reason why you’re here?” Shawn had cut the silence. “I guess I should let you know. So my dad wanted to add a new ride to six flags. So he talked to a friend that happened to be the founder’s cousin and,” He was about to say. “Your dad knows Angus Wynn?” Cassidy asked. “Is that what the founder’s name is?” Lance wondered. “Yes I thought that’s what you said,” Cassidy had said. “I did?” He asked. “Well you did say that your dad knew the founder,” Ian said. “I said my dad talked to his cousin,” Lance was about to say. “Angus,” The four of them had said. “Who?” “Angus,” “Right Angus thanks. Anyways my dad eventually talked to Angus’s cousin into the new ride. So they started to built it. Eventually they finished it and ended up calling it Death Row,” Lance said. “Why did they call it that?” Cassidy asked. “Because they wanted an actual thrill ride that was really scary,” Lance said. “However the ride became to real and the rumors spread that it’s haunted so they had to shut it down,” “That must’ve been the new ride that Dr. Arnold was telling us about,” Cassidy said looking at her three friends. “Wait a minute Dr. Arnold said it was opened,” Robin said. “I wonder why he said that?” Cassidy said now confused. “What are you talking about?” Lance wanted to know. “You see our Senior class came here for a weekend of fun,” Cassidy said. All of sudden Lance had looked behind him. He ended up turning his back at the four of them. “Lance are you okay?” Cassidy asked him. Cassidy was about to walk up to him. Cassidy was about to walk up to him but Ian stopped her. “Hold on Cass something’s not right,” Ian said as he walked towards Lance. But he didn’t get to close. Ian waved the three of his friends over saying it was okay to come up to him. The four of the friends had walked near him. The four them went up to Lance he put his hand on Lance’s shoulder. There was a sinister monsterous face on Lance’s face. “Ahhh,” The four of them screamed. “Leave now,” The sinister monster had warned. “Ahhh,” The four screamed as they ran towards the parking lot. “Is it following us?” Cassidy asked still terrified. “I don’t know,” Robin said still running. “Why don’t we just ask if it’s following us,” Shawn said as he was still running. “Do you have screws loose in your head? You’re crazy. Keep running,” Ian said. The four of them were at the entry way of the parking lot. When they all had stopped running. “Where did you guys park?” The girls asked in unison still terrified and all out of breath. “Uhhh,” They both looked at each other. “Hey you kids stop right there,” A man called out. “Look out!” Cassidy yelled out at him. “Huh?” The man wondered. “Ahhh,” The girls screamed then the two of them took off down the street. “What the heck?” Ian had no idea was going on with the girls. The man turned around and seen a car coming towards him. He ran to the side of the parking lot. “dude we’d better get out of here,” Ian said to Shawn. The two boys had ran two miles found themselves in the back of the hotel they were staying in. When they both went up to the front of the building they realized the sun was setting over the horizon. The two boys had walked into the lobby. “Oh my God,” Ian expressed. “What? Oh Jesus,” Shawn expressed. The two boys found both of the girls laying on the floor. Robin was laying on top of Cassidy. “Robin? Are you dad?” Ian asked her as he was pulling her off Cassidy. “What? No I’m not dead,” Robin said waking up. “Cassidy?” Shawn said petting her head. “Cass?” Robin said. “Cass?” Ian said. “See if she’s breathing,” Shawn said. “Wait I hear something,” Ian said listening closely. “It sounds like someone is snoring,” Shawn said. “That’s her snoozing,’ Robin said. “She’s so cute when she snores,’ Ian said. “You never heard her snore before?” Shawn asked Ian. “What? No I’m not like you I don’t sleep with girls,” Ian said. “You don’t?” Shawn asked thinking it was weird. “No I wear a promise ring,” Ian said showing Shawn his ring. “What’s a promise ring?” Shawn asked. “Oh good grief,” Robin said slapping the top of her head. “Ahhh!” A scream came out of nowhere. “Oh my God that scared me,” Shawn said. “Ahhh,” Robin screamed.

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