BitterSpoon

she/her 🧡 slut for words 🧡 19yrs

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BitterSpoons Masterlist:

Give me requests literally any time, I get so bored ❤️

(but i don’t write smut, you naughty people. I’m here for angst and fluff)

MARVEL:

Series:

Tinkerbelle Series (fem!OC x Pietro)

Oneshotes:

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KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES:

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STURNIOLO TRIPLETS:

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SIX OF CROWS:

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MARAUDER ERA:

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Oneshots:

Dead Girl's Wish (Remus)

GOLDEN TRIO ERA:

Series:

I thought it was me (Y/n x Fred Weasley)

Edith Dursley (Fem!OC x Fred Weasley--slowburn)

Oneshotes:

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STRANGER THINGS:

Series:

Sweetest Thing In Hell (Fem!Oc x Steve Harrington)

ATLA:

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The Crystal Spirit Series (fem!OC x Zuko)

MISCELLANEOUS:

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[artystozka]

Boys if they actually managed to stuff Sergeant Lewis in a bag:

[girl-wnder]

Batfam Fic Recs

updated 4/26/2026

Jason Todd

Just Us Two: Damian loves intruding on your and Jason's alone time.

Third time's The Charm: The two times Jason almost told you he liked you, and the one time he finally did.

Baby Came Home: After you lose your powers while trying to take down a partnership between Lex Luthor and Penguin, Jason and you confront your deepest fear — being each other's second choice. When the rest of the batboys lock you in the Batcave, though, the confession becomes inevitable.

How Can We Go Back to Being Friends: You hook up with your best friend, and now you don’t know how to act around each other.

Damian, You Are So Psyched: Damian came home from school yesterday acting off, so now it's your goal to cheer up the distant little boy.

Don’t Judge a Book by Its Leather Jacket: Jason has been telling himself he's visiting the little coffee shop at the end of the block for its cheap coffee, but it's his only way to see the cute barista every day and quote "Pride and Prejudice" at her until she falls for him.

Don't Judge a Book by Its Leather Jacket (sequel)

Not what you think: Jason went snooping and thinks you're cheating on him. Good luck explaining yourself!

A shear disaster: Your boyfriend is acting suspicious and won't take off his helmet.

Guilty pleasures: You cheat on your boyfriend, Jason, with the Red Hood.

Unexpected Guests: Damian finds out you're dating Jason.

Rough Night: Your secret relationship with Jason is accidentally revealed the morning after a rough night.

The Babysitter: After being hired to babysit Damian Wayne, you end up putting a masked intruder in a chokehold, only to realize you’ve just tackled his older brother, Jason Todd.

Making an Ass of U & Me: Jason didn’t mean to keep your existence secret from his family. At first, it was for his and your own protection more than anything; his double life wasn’t just for any average person after all. But, even after the whole marriage and settling down thing, he may have just forgotten to mention it.

Careless Accidents: You get hurt, and Jason’s pissed.

So This is Love: You show each other what love is supposed to be like (4 in 1)

The Gift of Truth: After figuring out that your boyfriend is Red Hood, you struggle to figure out a way to tell him you are aware of his “nightly activities.” When Jason finally introduces you to his family a week before Christmas, you are presented with the perfect opportunity to tell him

Pride & Prejudice: When you first meet Jason Todd, he seems to be nothing more than an entitled asshole, but as the seasons change, you begin to realise maybe you were wrong about him.

Good With Kids: You never really had an opinion on your colleague Red Hood, that is until you walk into him interacting with some kids.

The Investigator: The Batfamily discovers Jason's been hiding a long-distance relationship with someone who might be even more terrifying than Batman himself.

Are You Dating My Teacher: Bruce decides to cash in a favor that Jason owed him, and now the Red Hood- the most ruthless vigilante of Gotham- is chaperoning his youngest brother’s field trip to the zoo.

Who Do You Love: You're hopelessly in love with your classmate, Jason Todd. And you just so happen to be quite good friends with Red Hood. drunk one night, you admit you have feelings for Jason to your vigilante friend, not knowing the man behind the mask is the man you're in love with.

When She Sees Me: Your best friend Dick Grayson took you to one of Bruce's galas a while ago. When Dick finds out his brother has a crush on you, he decides to play Cupid.

Blah Blah Blah: Jason is angry after watching Wuthering Heights. You are horny watching him get angry.

Cover Blown: You and Jason cannot stand one another. Unfortunately. you both go undercover as a married couple, and that should'nt change things between you two... right?

La Vie en Rose: The four times Jason wildly preferred you over everyone else.

Kiss or Miss: A quiet Saturday at the shooting range becomes anything but when Jason decides hands on help is the best kind.

Can I: It’s your last year of university and Jason Todd has been in your classes, plotting on you. You’d promised yourself you’d make the most of this year, go to more parties, finally lose your virginity, and step out of your comfort zone, while Jason steps into yours.

Glad It Was You Prove It To You Hit Me

The Magic Words: You’ve been urging to tell your boyfriend that you love him and you finally do.

Ice Skating With Jason: Ice skating, jealousy, and accidental confessions... what could go wrong?

Random blurbs Old habits Revealing Secrets I'm still right though Jason accidentally reveals he has a soon-to-be fiancée Interrupted Dates First Time Shy (but experienced) Jason and his freaked-out (but inexperienced) girl Jason Todd who makes everything in your home kiss Random Headcanons My pretty, pretty girl Collar Jason has a wet dream while you’re trying to wake him up

Dick Grayson

Sweater Weather: Dick just wanted to have lunch with his best friend, but he didn't expect you to show up in some other guy's sweatshirt.

The Light Behind Your Eyes: A week spent at Dick’s apartment leads Damian to discover what unconditional love looks like.

Hard to Impress: Dick Grayson can't seem to make you swoon, no matter how hard he tries, until he finally does

The "She's With Me" Is The New Gaelic Shrug (sequel)

Easy lovers: After a series of dates, dick finds himself desperate and decides that tonight will not end until he gets to walk home with a kiss from you.

Miraculous partners: Basically, a "Miraculous Ladybug" plot between you and Dick.

Territory, Marked: Damian makes an unexpected friend at the dog park, and when his older brother tags along one day, he takes a little too much interest.

Dinner Was Not Served: Dick had one goal: to seduce his girlfriend. He forgot the part where he should check for unwanted guests first and narrates his plans in very, vivid detail.

Stakeout at Table Nine: Dick Grayson just wanted a normal date. No suits. No masks. Definitely no Batkid stakeout at a fancy restaurant. Too bad his siblings brought disguises, drama, and a front-row seat to his love life.

Lightning Strikes Twice: Nightwing accidentally develops feelings for the anxious woman whose rescue has become part of his regular nightly routine by this point.

Whatever You Say Teach: Damian gets in a fight at school, and his favorite teacher has to set up a meeting with a parent or guardian. Bruce Wayne is away on a mission and Alfred isn’t picking up the phone, so Damian’s eldest brother has to attend a parent teacher conference. Only to find out that he has history with his little brother’s English Lit teacher.

His Person: You and dick have been close friends for years now, and that's all it would ever be, but after he snaps and upsets you, things change.

Random blurbs Take him back, please! Revealing Secrets Interrupted Dates

Damian Wayne

Near: He hates contact, except apparently when it’s you he’s inching toward.

Nepo Vigilante: After your parents die, you inherit their legacy as vigilantes, reluctantly stepping into a life you never asked for. Bruce takes you in to honor a promise to them, pairing you with Damian, whose cruelty and perfectionism push you to your limits, until one day, fed up, you choose to train with Tim instead, sparking Damian’s outrage.

When The Spite Dies: You were expected to quit after Damian Wayne’s first vicious insult, but fueled by spite, you stayed— only to end up hopelessly attracted to the despicable man and vice versa.

When The Spite is Desire (sequel)

The Heart Remembers: Damian's short-term amnesia from a concussion causes complications when he refuses to believe the break-up ever happened—and his missing memories dissolve all defenses and unravel the true depths of his undying devotion for you.

The Only Exception: Getting a list of everything Damian hates, you feel self-conscious about ticking the boxes in that list—and try to fix that, not knowing that you’re Damian’s only exception.

Animal Interests: Damian’s father drags him along to an old acquaintance's house for intel, only to find that her teen also has an interest in animal rescues. In other words, she has a rescued panther as a pet

Random Blurbs Interrupted Dates Damian Wayne and Reader Get Domestic

Tim Drake

If I Was Your Boyfriend: Tim Drake had his eyes on you from the very first week of the semester. So now he’s praying for your (ex) boyfriend’s downfall, because God forbid a man openly plots to have you for himself instead.

Dairy Queen Closes in 10 Minutes: You broke up with Tim a year ago. Too bad he still thinks of you as his. Too bad everything he does reminds you that you are.

Random Blurbs Interrupted Dates

Bruce Wayne

The Wrong Man’s Wife: The Justice League members think Batman is in love with Bruce Wayne's wife.

Like Real People Do: Bruce's wife goes missing, and the media and family are both in shambles. Bruce grows colder as the family tries their best to find her. To try and cheer him up, they find old video diaries from the couple’s early dating lives and witness a new side of Bruce.

The Watchtower's Worst Kept Secret: The Justice League suspects something is happening between Batman and Bruce Wayne's wife.

Seven Smacks: Bruce Wayne was a stubborn and fiercely independent man, which meant that his children were too. Unfortunately for you, that meant that scolding one of them was practically a moment to scold both.

The Bat's Wife: Some members of the league are still surprised by the way the Dark Knight's wife looks.

Oh, It's... Gold: Bruce made a small mistake on a gift he gave you, and everyone judged him for it.

Random blurbs Revealing Secrets

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rebloging so i don’t lose this!!!

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A Moped License & A Fight

Chapter Three: Steve Harrington Series

series masterlist

word count: 3.3k

pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!HendersonOC

chapter summary: in which Lacy finishes a fight that Steve starts, and season one comes to an end.

last chapter // next chapter coming soon

After Eleven's small reunion with the rest of the party, the team split up. Nancy and the Byers went to a small shack in the woods to try and cure Will of his parasite, trying to turn up to the heat and make Will uninhabitable, because if…if Eleven went to close the gate, it would kill the entire hivemind, which included Will as the spy of the army. 

 Hopper and Eleven went to go close to the gate between the worlds, waiting for Will to be safe. 

Kill the brain, the rest of the army goes with. 

Steve and Lacy stayed at the Byers house to babysit the rest of the kids, Mike, Max, Dustin and Lucas. Much to Lacy’s and everyone else's annoyance. Nobody was happy with the arrangement, after all most of their friend’s lives were in danger, or going through a rough time. But they were stuck at the house. 

“Is this really necessary?” Steve groaned as Dustin tossed out everything in the fridge, holding the demogorgon corpse. 

Dustin looked at him incredulously. “Yes it is! This is a groundbreaking scientific discovery, We can’t just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It’s not a dog.” 

“Alright alright alright.” Steve sighed, shoving the demogorgon into the fridge. “But you’re explaining this to Mrs. Byers.”

Lacy looked at the discarded food on the floor, finding some pasta and condiments as Lucas and Max cleaned up the living room, sweeping up broken glass.  “Does anyone know how to cook?” Lacy asked, trying to read the nutrition facts for instructions, as she started looking at all the food. None of the kids had eaten yet, Lacy was hungry and frankly, she needed to feel like she was helping. 

“Mike, would you just stop pacing around already?” Lucas groaned, watching as the boy walked in circles around the living room. 

 “You weren’t in there Lucas!” Mike replied, frustration lacing his voice. “That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs.” 

“The Chief will take care of her!” 

Steve walked in, trying to play the voice of reason. “Listen dude, if a coach calls a play in the game, bottom line, you execute it, alright?” 

Lacy rolled her eyes, having followed Steve out of the kitchen, abandoning her dinner-mission.  “Like this is some stupid sports game.” she commented, which earned a glare from Steve, she started helping clean up, organising her purse of things. She slipped the vial of medication they had used to sedate Will hours ago, as well as putting her other various weapons that she had given out back into her purse. 

“And we’re not even in the game, we’re on the bench!” Mike added. 

Steve stammered a bit, trying to regain control over the situation. “Right- so-so my point is….” 

The room just watched him, eyebrows raised as he admitted defeat. 

He just sighed, tossing a towel onto the floor. “You’re right, we’re on the bench. There's nothing we can do.” 

Lacy was thinking, biting her cheek as she rummaged through her bag, before tossing it loosely on the floor. “There’s always something you can do…” She mumbled, as she thought, grabbing a pen and paper. “What do we know?” Lacy asked, looking at everyone. 

“Johnothan, Joyce and Nancy are trying to get the parasite out of Will” Dustin said, beginning to pace.

“Eleven and Hopper are going to close the gate using Eleven’s powers” Max added, trying to see what Lacy was writing. 

“--but the house is swarming with Demodogs” Mike interrupted, still frustrated. 

Lacy was just scribbling on a piece of paper, moving her hand along the page. “We don’t have powers to take on that many demodogs, besides they left over 15 minutes ago, no way we’d get there in time to help them.” 

“See! Nothing we can do!” Steve exclaimed, raising his hands. Lacy crumpled up the paper she was scribbling on and threw it at him. 

 “No no, when they ran away from the bus…they were called away, they’re a hivemind.” Lacy reiterated, Dustin and Mike both brightened up, running to a wall in the house from the makeshift map Will had created in his feverish mindset. 

“So if we get their attention…” Dustin started and Mike picked up “Maybe we can draw them from the lab!” 

“Clearing a path to the gate.” Max concluded. 

Steve looked between the children. “Yeah, and then we all die.” 

“That’s one point of view” Dustin narrated. 

“No no, thats not a point of view, thats a fact” Steve bickered as Lacy and Mike followed the map wall. 

“I got it!” Mike crouched, touching the picture. “This is where the chief dug his hole, this is our way to the tunnel so…” 

Lacy was at the midpoint of all the tunnels. “And this is like their hub!” 

“So maybe if we set it on fire” 

Steve protested immediately. “Oh yeah? Thats a no.” 

Lacy just threw the box of pasta at him. “They would all come to stop us.” 

“The mind flayer would call away his army” Lucas added. 

The children and Lacy all pitched in, running off of each others thoughts as they formed a plan.

“They would all come to stop us!” 

“--and then we circle back to the exit–” “Hey!” Steve tried getting their attention but was quickly overlapped by Lacy. 

“By the time they realize we’re gone–” 

“El would be at the gate!” 

Steve clapped and raised his voice. “Hey! Hey! Hey! This is not happening! I promised to keep you shitheads safe and thats what i plan on doing. We’re staying here. On the bench. Does everyone understand that?” 

Lacy scrunched up her nose. “Then I’ll do it.” She said, grabbing her purse. “We would need gear, weapons, shovels probably, oh and rope–”

“I said, does everyone understand that?” Steve repeated assertively, looking at Lacy in annoyance. “I need a yes.” 

But as Lacy opened her mouth to start an argument, they heard the revving on an engine in the driveway. 

Max ran up to the window, peeking outside. “Oh no” She whispered and Lucas and Lacy came running to the window. “Its my brother, he cant know I”m here. He’ll kill me, he’ll kill us.”

“You have a brother?” Lacy asked, as she huddled the kids, crouching down with them. “Why would he kill you?” 

“Because he’s a jerk– and hates Lucas” Max insisted. 

“Okay we cannot be dealing with this right now” Lacy mumbled to herself, as she peered through the window, making eye contact with Steve. 

Their job was to protect the kids. 

Lacy stayed inside, huddled with the kids, while Steve went outside, arms crossed outside the front door. Lacy and all the kids peered through the window to watch the exchange as the headlights shut off from the car. 

“Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington?” Billy Hargrove, taunted. 

Steve looked down, sighing to himself. “Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” 

“I'm looking for my step sister.” Billy announced, smoking a cigarette. “A little birdie told me she was here.” 

“Really? Weird, don’t know her.” 

“Small? Redhead? Bit of a bitch.” He described. 

The two of them bickered outside, before Billy pointed to the window, spotting them. Lacy quickly shoved the kid’s heads down from the window as Billy shoved Steve to the ground. 

Lacy stood up, guarding the kids behind her as Billy broke the door open, Steve laid on the ground, getting up outside. 

“Well well well, Lucas Sinclair.” Billy gruffed. “Max, I thought I told you to stay away from him. You disobeyed me, you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.” 

Billy stepped forwards, shoving Lacy aside and in a swift violent movement, Billy grabbed Lucas by the throat and rammed him against a wall, everyone started screaming. 

“Billy! Stop! Stop!” 

Lucas kicked him in the balls, shoving him off as the kids screamed. 

“You are so dead Sinclair! So dead!” Billy yelled as Steve shoved his shoulder and socked him in the face. 

Lacy rushed forwards, ushering him back to the living room as the older guys fought in the kitchen, standing in front of all the kids as they watched Steve and Billy fight. 

Billy chuckled sadistically. “There he is! I’ve been waiting so long to finally meet this King Steve!” Billy taunted, nose bleeding, hair ruffled up. 

The two of them began to fight, shoving each other into tables and chairs, punching, throwing plates and swinging. 

“Everyone back up! Behind me!” She said, keeping her eyes on the fight as they started moving, keeping the kids a safe distance away. Lacy watched, eyes darting as soon as Billy was obviously winning, sitting on Steve and socking him repeatedly. 

The kids were frozen in place behind her, yelling as Billy gave Steve hell. Lacy blinked, moving her legs. She refused to stay still, she refused to feel frozen, and most of all, if there was one thing she learned how to do in high school, it was how to finish a fight. 

In an instant, Lacy shoved Billy in a headlock and gave him a right hook, twisting his nose before taking a tea kettle and smacking him in the face with it, hot water going absolutely everywhere and burning his face and Lacy’s hands and arms. 

“--Bitch!” Billy hissed as he grabbed Lacy’s hair. 

As Steve was unconscious, the kids watched Dustin's older sister fight and scuffle with Billy, who was at least 4 inches taller than her and stronger. 

Lacy scratched and punched and kicked before punching him in the jaw, getting up,as Billy toppled her to the ground. She grunted as he shoved her down. She spotted her purse in the corner, quickly crawling towards it, fishing her hand inside as Billy grabbed her wrist, tossing the purse across the room and beginning to punch her. 

Lacy blocked her face with her hands, before stabbing a needle into his neck. The one with Will’s sedative she had in her purse. 

Billy looked at her dazed.

Lacy stood up, shoving Billy off of her, spitting blood from her gums onto the floor. 

Max took a bat. “From now on, you leave me and my friends alone, do you understand?” She told her older brother. 

“Screw you.” Billy mumbled, hands holding his head.

“Say you understand!” Max screamed at him, swinging the bat right in between his legs, narrowly missing his crown jewels. “Say it! Say it!” 

Billy groaned, gently dozing off. “I understand.” He mumbled before going unconscious. 

Lacy dusted herself off as Dustin came towards her, immediately checking if she was injured. 

 Max tossed Billy's keys to the older girl. “Let’s get out of here.” 

Lacy caught the keys, shoving them in her pocket, Lacy propped the front door open, before grabbing Steve’s arms and dragging him. “C’mon, can’t leave him like this,” 

The kids rushed forwards, helping Lacy by carrying Steve to the car as they all filed out of the house. “Dustin, grab my purse, gasoline and an icepack” She said, opening the car door as the kids hurled Steve in the backseat. “We need rope, gear, shovels. Grab everything.” She said to the kids as she shoved Steve’s limbs into the car. 

“You’re letting us do this?” Mike asked, as they all got into the car. 

Lacy started the engine, backing out and looking them all in the eyes. “Are you kidding? I’ll always support you freaks. It’s a good plan, and I need to make sure none of you die in the process.” 

“Besides, I have a moped license.” She added smoothly, before abruptly backing into three trashcans with a crash.

“Told you she was cool,” Lucas whispered to Max, who was too busy figuring out the map in the passenger seat. 

As they started the drive, with Lacy following most traffic rules,

 Steve began to wake up. 

“Shh, no don’t touch it.” Dustin lulled to a dazed Steve. “You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight.” 

Lacy snorted. “I finished it. Okay, do I make a left?” She asked Max who was giving her directions. 

“Oh my god no” Steve groaned as he saw Lacy in the front seat. 

“She has a moped license!" Lucas defended. 

“Yeah cause she failed her drivers test 4 times.” Mike rolled his eyes. 

“Hey! I’m driving ain’t I?” Lacy said, running a stop sign and hitting a mailbox as she turned left. 

As the car continued to argue, Lacy picked up the speed before stopping the car abruptly. “We’re here! Damn, I should’ve nailed my driver's test, stupid instructors have no idea what they’re talking about.” She mumbled as everyone filed out. 

They all started preparing, putting on makeshift gear and getting the gasoline. Lacy handed out weapons from her purse as Steve dizzily yelled at them. “Hey! There is no chance we’re going into that hole, alright? I thought I made myself clear!” He shouted, slurring some words. 

“Shut your bitchass up.” Lacy quipped, the kids started preparing the supplies. Lacy walked up to Steve, holding his baseball bat, her tone a bit softer.  “You promised Nancy to keep them safe? Then help me keep them safe.” 

Steve just gritted his teeth, but grabbed the bat. 

Steve led the way through the dark and desolate tunnel system, arguing and bickering along the way. 

Lacy followed last, one almost-adult in the front, the other in the back. “C’mon Dustin. A little pep in your step please” She said, walking forwards with her metal pole, as her little brother stared at the ceiling. 

Suddenly Dustin fell to the floor, screaming and calling for help. Lightning speed as Lacy dropped to the floor next to Dustin, everyone else running towards them. “What happened?!”

“It got in my mouth! Some got in my mouth!” He shouted. 

Lacy let out a sigh of relief, slapping the back of her little brother's head as the others sighed and kept moving. Lacy gave Dustin some water and pulled his face mask up higher. 

Until they finally found the hub. 

They all took cans, spraying the hub in gasoline, the walls, ceiling, floors. All working together to douse the hub of tunnels. 

“Let's light this bitch up. Everyone get ready to run.” Lacy whispered, ushering the kids back as she took a lighter from her purse, flicking it up and taking a piece of paper, rolling it and, burning it until it was a large flame and tossing it into the gasoline lined pit. 

The hub was set ablaze, screeching and hollering came from the distance as Lacy rushed the kids out. 

“Let's go, let’s go!” Steve commanded, yelling as the two older teenagers ran behind the kids. 

Mike’s foot got trapped in a screeching tendon on the floor, as he screamed, Steve hit it with his bat as Lacy pulled Mike away quickly, helping him back up and running. The babysitters on their intense duty, to do whatever it took to keep the kids safe. 

They kept running, making their way through the tunnels. Everyone began yelling as a demogorgon slowly approached.  

Dustin slowly approached the demogorgon, despite Lacy’s frantic protests. But Dustin insisted it was Dart, feeding him a chocolate nougat bar as they all filed out of the hub, Dustin cooing at his old friend. 

“Goodbye buddy.” He said quietly as Dart walked away with the chocolate and Dustin was ushered out by everyone else. 

Groans and Screeching began to echo through the caves. Eerie, piercing, unnatural shrieks. “This way!” Lacy yelled. 

“Theyre coming after us!” Lucas warned. 

“Cmon Cmon! Hurry up!” Steve barked, helping hoisted the kids up past the rope as they climbed, barking commands at them, as everyone panicked. 

Lacy helped, as the two designated babysitters practically threw the kids up the rope as they climbed. The growling and screeching coming closer. 

Lacy stood guard with a spiked bat, shouting at Steve to shove her brother up the rope who was the last kid. Shadows of Demogorgans rushed up to them. 

As Dustin was almost out of the tunnel, getting pulled to the top by everyone else the demodogs started running right at them, not enough time for either Lacy or Steve to get out. 

So, the older teens huddled close together brandishing weapons tightly, linking arms, looking at each other briefly as the crowd of demodogs ran at them. 

Lacy shut her eyes tightly, the two teenagers clutching onto each other, Lacy lowered her bat, turning into Steve to hide her face, shaking. 

Until the demodogs ran right past them. 

Lacy opened her eyes as she felt their undead, bodies whizzing past her, Steve and Lacy looking around to see them rushing past. 

“Eleven.” Mike whispered. 

Steve’s hand left its spot, cradling Lacy’s head (which she didn’t know was even there) as Lacy let out a sigh of relief, heart pounding, hands shaking. 

“Cmon” Steve helped Lacy climb up, as she gave him a hand at the top pulling him up. The group stood around, illuminated by the car headlights, every light around them burning a bright glow. 

She pulled Dustin in for a hug, ruffling his hair, before fixing her own and taking deep breaths. 

Lacy had her arms around all the kids as a silence passed through the world, the glowing of headlights dimming. Shoulders relaxing as the calm rushed over the town, Lacy glanced at Steve who nodded, picking up a walkie talkie and confirming that finally, for once, everything had gone right.  

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Christmas carols filled the air, Lacy took pictures of Dustin, spraying him with perfume and helping him with his hairspray, that Steve swears by, coughing slightly as the fumes hit the air, helping him comb his hair. 

“I have to go! I’m giving Nancy a ride since we’re both volunteering. You look adorable, very handsome. Are you sure Steve is picking you up?” Lacy asked, brushing her own hair and fixing her makeup and dress. 

“Yes I’m sure! See you there!” 

“See ya!”  Lacy called, already out of the room. She got on her moped and drove over to the Wheeler's house and picked up Nancy, getting down on one knee and holding out a second helmet. “Will you, Nancy Wheeler, be my date to the middle school Snow Ball?” She asked dramatically. 

Nancy laughed, taking the helmet, giving her a hug. “Of course. I missed you.” 

“Missed you too. Never should’ve gone to that stupid english program, I missed all the fun.” Lacy said, climbing onto her moped. 

Nancy gave her a sympathetic glance. “Are you sure you don’t wanna talk about…ya know…him?” 

Lacy shook her head. She had briefly mentioned to her best friend about her breakup with her boyfriend, the true reason she came back from the program early. Just thinking about him made her skin twitch more than the demogorgons ever could. “No, I want to serve a bunch of middle schooler's punch.” She said, driving over to Hawkins Middle School. 

“Is the poster straight?” Lacy asked, standing on a ladder as she hung up a ‘SNOW BALL’ handmade poster. 

“Uh i think so– sorry I have to help people sign in” Nancy said, rushing to the front door. “What goes in the punch? It’s already low”

“I have no idea. I put like four juices and sodas in there.” She called, hopping off the ladder and shooting streamers everywhere. “Johnathan! The picture booth is over there!” Lacy directed, Jonathan gave her a thumbs up, and a lingering glance at Nancy. 

The snow ball of 1984 began, with the help from the high school students and teachers and ended at 10pm accordingly. 

But the story…is just beginning... AN: i promise it wont be a years-months long wait, i have the next chapter written already :p

[bitterspoons]

Chapter Three "lead me, leave me"

The Crystal Spirit Masterlist

chapter two / chapter three / chapter four coming soon

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!OC

Summary: in which two spirits try their luck at love in the middle of a hundred year war.

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“Iroh would like you to know that the massage starts soon.” 

Blinking her eyes open, Satori stared up at the sky. 

They had landed on solid ground a couple of hours ago, and despite having access to food for the first time in quite a while, Satori could not bring herself to eat. 

In fact, she could not quite get herself to do anything, So she laid under a flowery tree, closing her eyes and begging the world to stop spinning. 

Zuko had placed a plate of food by her quite some time ago, being told by his uncle to do so. It went untouched, and he had made several snarky comments about it earlier. 

Satori was too exhausted to be bothered by his snark, it had been very clear that he was having a bad day, in fact yesterday was the warning sign of his temperament as he was very withdrawn and quiet the day before. 

Petals landed around her, coating themselves in her hair. 

Her mind was spinning, and moving and pulsing. It was too quiet, and too calm. She wanted to scream and cry but also to melt and become invisible. 

Too many things were talking to her, too many voices, too many opinions. Her own thoughts were too loud and too quiet and just as she was about to be sucked back into the black hole of maximalism of emotion, his sharp voice cut through again. 

“So get up, my uncle won’t start his massage until you get over there.” He commanded. 

Satori gently got up, swaying a bit before walking towards the masseur spot, not bothering to brush the petals off of her. The petals fell off regardless, gently untangling themselves from her hair and clothes and gently leaving her be. 

She prayed the massage would clear her mind, but the other teenager going through it caught her attention. 

His Uncle, retired General Iroh crouched by him. Zuko kept his head down, leaning against the wall. 

Satori valued privacy, but she couldn’t help but overhear them. 

“It’s the anniversary, isn’t it?” Iroh prompted as he sat next to his nephew. 

Zuko looked up. “Three years ago today, I was banished. I lost it all.” He said, before taking off his hat. “I want it back.”

“I want the Avatar, I want my honor, my throne.” He continued. “I want my father not to think I’m worthless.” 

Satori bristled. 

“I’m sure he doesn't!” Iroh comforted cheerfully. “Why would he banish you if he didn’t care?” 

Even the masseuses gave him an odd look. 

Zuko stood up, going on a walk around the building. 

“That came out wrong, didn’t it?” Iroh sighed. 

Giving him a small look of assurance, Satori nodded before getting up and thanking the masseuse before getting up and following the scarred boy. 

She walked beside him for a while, as the two awkwardly walked around the forest. Satori picked flowers while keeping pace with him.

“Why are you following me?” He asked pointedly. 

Satori shrugged, but continued. “I’d hate for you to be alone.” 

“I want to be alone.”

“Do you? You seem to dislike it if you want your old life back.” She tilted her head, gently petting the flower petals she plucked. 

“Can you just go away?” He snapped, fire blazing at his fingertips before he clenched his fists. “You don’t even know me!” 

Satori shrugged, keeping a calm, levelled head. She wasn’t one to get angry or escalate a situation, nor did she have the energy to. “I sailed with you on a boat for 2 weeks, I’ve heard a lot of things.” 

“That’s not the same as knowing me.” 

“I suppose not. So tell me about yourself.” 

Zuko glared at her. ‘I don’t want you to know me.”

She picked more flowers, adding them to her bouquet, moving thorns and branches out of the way as she picked roses. “You said it was an anniversary, what’s that about?” 

She listened, picking flowers as he went on a brooding rant about how he wants everything back, and how he wants everything to go back to normal. Or rather, how they never were. He wants his father and sister to respect him, to make his mother proud. 

“How do you want something you’ve never experienced?” Satori asked after he was finished speaking. 

“Excuse me?” 

Satori wrapped her bouquet in a ribbon. “You said your father has never respected you and want him to now. You’ve never had your fathers respect. How do you know you’ll like it?” 

“I just will.” 

“What if you hate it?” 

“I won’t.” 

She tied the flowers in a tight bow. “How do you know?” 

“Can you just be quiet?” 

She nodded, handing him the bouquet. “Happy Anniversary.” She smiled, before walking back and helping Iroh collect shells. 

Zuko watched her, staring at the handpicked flowers. He sat by a nearby river, gently placing the bouquet into the stream of water and watching as it was taken away, laying down against the riverbed and dreaming of his mother. 

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Gently placing shells in a sack, she followed as the retired fire nation general admired the shiny mollusks, admiring the unique designs. 

‘I cannot thank you enough for letting my nephew and I on that raft back at the Water Tribe.” The old man said, dusting off seashells and handing it to the young girl. ‘But I can’t seem to understand why, after all we certainly are not allies to the Avatar.” 

Moving her hair, she took the seashell and dropped the shell into the sack she replied. “I’m not too sure, and as silly as it might sound, the spirits told me to say yes.” 

“It’s not silly at all my dear.” Iroh said, smiling at her before his expression took a gentler, more remorseful turn. “My condolences for your loss, you and the princess seemed close.” 

She returned the smile, eyes a bit far off. “Thank you. We were.” She swallowed, picking up another shell. “She was my friend. But I understand what she had to do, and I can only hope she’s pointing me in the right direction.” 

Iroh gently touched her shoulder. “I doubt she would steer you wrongly. Feel free to travel with my nephew and I for as long as you please. I’d be honored to have a girl as kind and intune with the spirits travelling with us.” His eyes gleamed as he spotted something on Satori’s neck. “The White Lotus…do you play?” 

“Oh no,” Satori touched one of her many necklaces, a Pai Sho tile on a string. “A kind master gave this to me during my early days of travel, as a token of thanks. Something about how if I ever needed help, this would help me one day.” 

Iroh nodded, understanding in his eyes. “Well, if you would ever like to learn, I’m a big fan of playing.” 

Smiling, Satori nodded as the two headed back to the cabin they were staying at. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

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“Look at these magnificent shells!” Iroh showed off to his nephew. “I’ll enjoy these keepsakes for years to come.” 

“We don’t need anymore useless things!” Zuko protested. “You forget, we have to carry everything ourselves now.” 

“Hello Brother…Uncle.” A sharp voice came from the chair across from the bickering duo. 

Zuko’s eyes narrowed as he looked at his sister. “What are you doing here?” 

Glancing around, Satori gently excused herself from the unexpected family reunion. 

“Back in my country, we exchange pleasant hello before asking questions.” Azula commented pointedly, standing up and wading her way towards her brother. “Have you become uncivilized so soon, Zuzu?” 

“Don’t call me that!” 

Iroh bowed down gently. “To what do we owe this honor?”

Azula snapped a sea shell in her nails. “Must be a family trait. Both of you are so quick to get to the point.” She rolled her eyes. “I came with a message from home. Father’s changed his mind. Family is suddenly very important to him.” She told them. “He has heard rumors of plans to overthrow him. Treacherous plots. Family are the only ones you can really trust.”

 She looked to the side, at the setting sun. “Father regrets your banishment. He wants you home.” She looked back when her announcement was met with silence. “Did you hear me? You should be happy, excited, and grateful.  I just gave you great news.” 

Iroh tried diffusing. “I’m sure your brother simply needs–”

“Don’t interrupt, Uncle!” Azula barked. “I still haven’t heard a thank you. I’m not a messenger. I didn’t have to come all this way-”

“Father regrets?” Zuko looked back at his sister. “He…wants me back?”

Azula scrutinized him with a look. “I can see you need time to take this in. I’ll come to call on you tomorrow. Good evening.” She excused herself. 

Satori re-entered the home, having stood outside, listening before coming back and beginning to cook dinner for them. “Well… How about a meal to think the lovely news over?” 

They sat down, eating rice and salmon Satori had prepared with some mushrooms. Iroh made tea. It was a simple meal, but Satori hardly worried about the simplicity of the food while the argument happened around her. 

“We’re going home! After three long years. It’s unbelievable.” Zuko celebrated, eating his food quickly before pacing around. 

Satori sipped her tea and Iroh spoke. “It is unbelievable.” The man agreed. “I have never known my brother to regret anything.” 

Zuko looked at his uncle. “Did you listen to Azula? Father realized how important family is. He cares about me!” 

“I care about you!” Iroh stood up. “And if Ozai wants you back, well I think it may not be for the reasons you imagine.” 

“You don’t know how my father feels about me. You don’t know anything!”

“Zuko…” Iroh lowered his tone. “I only meant that in our family, things are not always what they seem.” 

Whipping around the teenaged boy looked at his uncle. “I think you are exactly as you seem. A lazy, mistrustful, shallow old man who’s always been jealous of his brother.” After that spat, Zuko walked off. 

Satori started to clean up dinner. 

“Would you mind helping me pack, dear?” Iroh asked, gently taking out a bag. 

“You’re going with him?” She asked, gently placing the bowls on a table, jewelry swishing as she walked around to help him. 

“Family sticks together.” He said to her, and it’s also what he said to Zuko as he ran down the mountain after him, ready to board the docks with him and onto the Fire Nation ship. 

“We’re finally going home!” He said happily, continuing down the fleet of stairs. Iroh glared, vision laced with suspicion as he looked at the Fire Nation Ship. 

Satori laid in a tree, directly across from the ship. Iroh had placed her there in case something were to happen. He had told her his suspicions. 

So she sat in the treetops, fingers itching to release the arrow stretched into the bow’s string. She watched as the two boarded the ship, Azula waiting for them. 

But even Satori could hear the booming voice of the Ship Captain from her spot. 

“You heard the princess! Raise the anchors! We’re taking the prisoners home!” 

Azula’s glare could kill as she narrowed her eyes at the Captain for spoiling the mission to catch and capture the travelling royals. 

An arrow shot through the air, knocking the captain unconscious and into the ocean as Iroh attacked, starting to defend themselves from the soldiers. 

“You lied to me!” Zuko yelled. 

Azula rolled her eyes. “Like I’ve never done that before.” She quipped. 

A battle. Redirected lightning and a nicely aimed arrow sent Azula overboard as Iroh and Zuko made a run for it. 

Satori, with her satchel, dropped down from the tree tops and ran with them. 

They ran and they ran and they ran. 

When they were a sizable distance away, Satori helped them cut off their royal ponytails as nicely as she could before urging them to keep walking. 

As Satori walked behind the two new fugitives, arrows at the ready, jewelry jangling and a new bracelet on Iroh’s wrist, she prayed to the spirits that she was on the right path for her. 

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Chapter Two "Our Spirit, Your Power"

The Crystal Spirit Series Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!OC

Summary: in which two spirits try their luck at love in the middle of a hundred year war.

Warnings: badly written fighting

chapter one // chapter two // chapter three

“Don’t you ever get tired of this? I mean, it seems great and all but…” Brushing Princess Yue’s hair, the Crystal Spirit had arrived at the Northern Water Tribe 3 days prior, while she enjoyed the culture that surrounded her—all the rules and traditions seemed excessive. 

Princess Yue gave a meek smile. “It is but…more than anything, I love my people—even if it means getting betrothed tomorrow.” 

“You’re a braver girl than I, Yue.” Satori said earnestly. “I can hardly stay in one place for more than a couple days—I couldn’t imagine my whole life being tied to the rules of tradition.” She tied Yue’s hair in a braided bun, putting a string of crystal beads lacing through her hair. 

Yue did her makeup, using dehydrated flowers and berries. “I am anything but brave, Satori. Not like you…and I still don’t understand how you’re not absolutely freezing!” 

Satori shrugged, the only clothing she had on was her flowy small top and an asymmetrical skirt, beads flowing down from her waist to drape around the skirt—and it’s hardly like the abundance of bracelets and jewelry counted as clothes. 

She offered her arm out for Yue to touch—being surprised when her skin felt warm. “I can manipulate the air around me to be warmer,” She explained, having told the princess about her airbending abilities in confidence. “Survival tactic really,”

The two bonded like fire and ice, seemingly complete opposites due to lifestyle and yet the girl’s have insisted on having sleepovers since Satori came to the Northern Water Tribe. 

Bells sounded throughout the castle, Yue and Satori stood up. “I suppose our guests have arrived!” Satori looked out the window. 

“Is it really them?” Yue asked, putting an earring in and trying to look out the window as well. 

Satori laughed, stepping aside. “Who else would make their grand entrance on a flying bison?” 

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After Satori was introduced to Katara and Sokka, she wandered around the oasis Yue had shown her. Yue had turned 16 three nights prior. 

Satori had made 3 new friends which was a groundbreaking record, as well as taking proper care of Momo and Appa, the Avatar’s close animal companions. 

Katara, one of the Avatar’s friends, had quickly become one of the best water bending students. Satori heard all about her brother Sokka from Yue, who tried her best to ignore her fatuation for him due to her engagement. 

Aang and Satori got to know each other better, as Aang reminisced and shared what he remembered of his airbending culture. 

Satori retreated back to the oasis, watching the Koi fish swirl around each other in their internal dance. 

Satori was a common guest at the northern water tribe, and by that, it means that this has been her fourth time visiting Princess Yue. The first time, she had gone with her father and she has tried to go every year since. 

Everytime she came, she slept and stayed in the oasis. She felt so connected to the spirits and nature. She felt serene, laying on the grass of the oasis. 

But when she looked up, dark piles of snow began to rain down softly. Offering her hand out, the pieces floated down into her hand. Swiping her hand into the mush, the snow mixed with soot smeared on her hand. 

She got up, jewelry jangling as she ran out of the oasis, and began to join the panicked yet organised forces to fight back. 

Satori had a lot of feelings about battle, fighting, war. The adrenaline that washed over her, the understanding and calculated force of it all, the style, the brutality. 

But fighting thieves, bigots and vengeful loiterers in small corners and forests felt a lot different than a whole community coming together to try and survive what could become a genocide. 

“The day we have feared for so long, has arrived.” The king announced to the people. “The Fire Nation is on our doorstep. It is with great sadness, I call my family here before me knowing well that some of these faces are about to vanish from our tribe.” 

He continued his announcement, praying to the spirit, recruiting people for dangerous missions and readying troops for their defences. 

Satori helped rescue soldiers from the rubble during the first Fire Nation attack, while keeping a prayer to the spirits recited in her head. 

She tried keeping a calm and determined state of mind as she looked out to the sea, watching the fleets of fire nation ships continue to approach. 

The Water Tribe tried their best at defence with Satori and Aang. Sitting down on a pedestal, Satori used her airbending to snuff out the firebombs before they could touch Water Tribe soil, with Aang destroying the many ships on board. 

Water Tribe Benders snuffed out the flames with ice as the castles and sculptures slowly came down. 

The Fire Nation soldiers finally stopped firing and their ships did not dock closer. Aang and Satori came back to the palace. The Fire Nation had stopped for daybreak the second the moon rose. 

Aang nearly collapsed the second he floated off of Appa, muttering to himself. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it.” 

And for a moment, Satori remembered that he was a child. She was a child. 

The corners of her mind dampened and fell in on themself as it all came rushing back to her. 

She excused herself politely as Katara comforted Aang and she paced her way back to the understanding atmosphere of the oasis. 

She laid on her side, halfway watching the small pond. Two koi fish danced around each other. Yin and Yang. Light and Dark. 

Trying to gather her thoughts, she tried thinking of something productive. The emptiness filled her with the sound of the waterfall behind her. Oh she was lonely, constantly surrounded by people, she gave and she gave and gave. But nobody knew her, how she was, and how empty she felt. 

But she had no time to dwell, as she heard Aang’s giggles of joy and he bounced around the oasis, followed by Yue and Katara. 

“Apologies Satori!” Yue called, smiling as she made her way towards her. “The Avatar must figure out how to get to the spirit world and well, this is the most spiritual place there is here.”

“Only issue is, I’ve only gotten to the spirit world by accident,” Aang said sheepishly as he sat down on the grass. 

Smiling, Satori sat down across from him. “You’re in luck. Just do as I do, and let your mind find the rest.” She said, crossing her legs and straightening her back. 

Softly, voice just over a whisper she quietly explained her process. 

“Why are they sitting like that?” Yue had asked. 

“He’s meditating, trying to cross over to the spirit world, it takes all his concentration” Came Katara’s reply

“If it’s quiet enough-” Satori said pointedly. “The feeling of your mind opening up, being aware of every sensation, and then looking beyond it.” She explained, jewelry clinking in the wind as the two airbenders sat around the pond. 

They sat there for a while, breathing and letting their mind think before Aang started to glow. 

Opening her eyes, Satori smiled softly. “He’s crossing over, it might be a while until he comes back.” 

“As long as we don’t move his body, we’ll be okay. He’s perfectly okay, but his body is his way back into the physical world.” Katara explained, relaxing. “He’s my friend, I’m perfectly capable of protecting him.” 

Satori bristled, feeling a presence and perking her head up. “Someone’s here” She whispered, glancing around before a wave of fire washed in front of her. She rolled out of the way, jumping to her feet. 

“No…” Katara jumped alert, clearly recognising the guy who stalked across the bridge. 

“Yes, hand him over, and I won’t have to hurt you.” His voice projected. 

Satori stood in front of Princess Yue, ushering her out of the oasis as Katar dealt with the guy. Once she was safely escaped, adrenaline washed over her as she ran up to fight beside Katara. 

Katara fought with her more advanced water bending, and Satori distracted with her hand to hand combat. Katara’s waterbending was stronger due to the moons placement in the sky, despite that she had pinned him twice, dawn was coming rapidly. 

“You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun” The male firebender said, as he knocked Katara to the ground. 

Evaluating the situation and her skillset, she was well aware she could not risk revealing her airbending or defeat with him hand-to-hand. So she sat down by the pond, and followed the guy spiritually. 

As she sat, crystals glowing, a blurry glowing silhouette followed the body of Aang and the strange firebender into an icy cave before waiting back at the oasis for Aang to return from his spiritual meeting. 

Aang reappeared, following the strange glowing silhouette of his fellow airbender. He followed her giggles and metallic jangles to the cave and regained his body. 

And as Satori felt herself ground back into her body, she felt herself being thrown into the pond. 

Her eyes flashed open, swallowing water through her nose. The water was red, everything was red and the world was blurry. She felt spirits screaming, her lungs were screaming. People were talking, arguing but all she saw was red and water. 

She pulled herself out of the water, to see the Fire Nation Admiral, holding a cloth of a wiggling, struggling, begging fish. Behind her, Aang’s friends and in front of her, Zhao and his soldiers. 

To her left, Retired General Iroh from the Fire Nation warned Admiral Zhao of the dangers of killing the moon spirit. 

That’s when Satori’s eyes flashed to the pond, where one fish swam sadly alone.

“Whatever you do to that spirit! I will unleash on you, tenfold!” Retired General Iroh declared. “Let it go! Now!” 

And Zhao gently knelt down. He put the fish back into the pond. 

For a moment, the fish swam happily together and everything returned to the serene, peaceful blue. 

But in a flash of flame, Satori felt her heart twist and the world went dark again. 

The moon spirit floated to the top of the pond. 

Retired General Iroh fought all of the Fire Nation soldiers. The ocean spirit desperately swam around the dead body, but the moon stayed dark. 

They all sat down gently, looking at the moon spirit that lay on its side, unmoving, unbreathing. 

Aang stepped into the pond, as the ocean spirit and him fed off of each other's grief and anger. The pool lit up, and their eyes gleamed. Aang was dunked underwater, and the waters of the tribe glowed a dark blue as they gathered into a monster. 

The Water Tribe bowed down to the Avatar and the Moon Spirit combined, as the Fire Nation ran. The Avatar spirit ran across the tribe, banishing all Fire Nation and swallowing Admiral Zhao into the ocean, ultimately drowning. 

The rest knelt to the pond, still mourning the moon spirit. Yue’s quiet voice echoed. “It gave me life” She told them. “Maybe I can give it back.” 

Satori felt dizzy. 

“No!” Sokka held her hand, “You don’t have to do that!” 

Yue sighed, shoulders relaxed with acceptance. “It’s my duty, Sokka.” 

“I won’t let you!” 

The Princess turned to Satori, who gently shedded one of her bracelets. Satori wrapped the small beads on the Princess’s wrist. “I’ll be there.” Yue told Satori, who blinked quickly. 

Squeezing Yue’s hand, Satori gave her a smile. “And you say you aren’t brave.” 

Yue gently rested her hands on the fish. As the fish leaped back into the water, Yue fell back softly into Sokka’s arms. 

From the glowing pond, her spirit arose. Visible, and ethereal, a beaded pearl bracelet hung from her wrist. 

She gave Sokka a kiss, before she began to disappear into the clouds. 

Satori, who had lost another person she considered family, ran out of the oasis, no longer comforted by the spirits who resided there. 

She slid down the icy sculptures, needing to leave. She felt the urge to run. She had been here for too long.

As she arrived near where the ice met water, wooden planks formed together for her to create a raft, she weaved the pieces together quickly.

Wiping her eyes, she heard a soft and understanding voice behind her. “I have a sail” 

Turning around, she saw the retired general Iroh, and with not enough energy in her heart and mind to make a coherent decision, the spirits told her to say yes. She nodded, beckoning him on board. 

She set up the sail as more wood pieces gathered around them to form a proper boat. The man talked soothingly to Satori, the voice calming to her although she could not process what he was saying. Somehow, she agreed to let his nephew on board too, the young fire bender who had tried taking Aang. 

She took the dried foods from her pockets and gave them to the two fire benders, as an olive branch. She laid down on the raft, on her stomach and facing the back of the raft, letting one of her hands gently dip into the waters behind them to gently push the raft. 

She rested her eyes, the only sounds in her ears were the water, and the voice of her friend she already missed so dearly soothing her to sleep. 

Zuko watched the oceans and the girl they had boarded with carefully, but tiredly as Iroh made with the sail. 

“I am surprised that at this very moment you are not trying to catch the Avatar” Iroh commented quietly. 

“I’m tired.” His nephew said simply. 

Iroh put a hand on his shoulder. “Then you should rest.” 

And he laid on the floor as Iroh tended to the sails, the spirits guiding them to land. 

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Edith Dursley (Series)

SLOWBURN (OC X FRED WEASLEY)

in which: Harry Potter's cousin desperately tries to change the world while attempting not to die from an evil wizard she pissed off.

chapter one: Happy Birthdays at Privet Drive

chapter two: coming soon to a Tumblr near you

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"Happy Birthdays at Privet Drive"

CHAPTER ONE

Edith Dursley Series by Bitterspoons

slowburn fred weasley x Fem!oc

SERIES MASTERLIST✨

in which: a half-giant bursts into a quaint hut with a cake after the Dursley's ran away from the post and owls.

word count: 4.4k

next chapter coming soon

“Here, let me help.” Quickly flipping the pancakes and bacon while the dark harried boy rushed to deliver coffee to her dad. 

It was a special day for the Dursley’s—it was Dudley’s birthday but more than that—it'd be the day our story begins (Dudley should feel honored.)

While Edith hated the way her parents acted on his birthday (and occasionally Dudley) she still cared for her brother—even if her cousin, Harry, was more of a brother to her than Dudley would ever be. 

Still, it was a small chance to bond with her brother since the relationship between the two Dursley siblings was…strained to say the least. 

In their defense, it was mostly their parent’s fault for how the two had become competitive. 

It started out when Edith’s reading comprehension passed Dudley’s, despite him being a year older than Harry and Edith. She was showered in attention and praise.

That sparked into a new challenge for the two, trying to surpass each other in every way possible. 

Two specific competitions drove the two apart. 

Kindness, Compassion and Emotional Intelligence. 

Dudley had never been one for empathy, having become a “bully” in their school. While the two siblings were both popular, Edith was the kind spirit—helping younger kids find their way to classes and solving playground disputes. 

This was especially impactful to Harry Potter—their orphaned cousin who had been living with them since he was a year old. 

Maybe it was because Edith was closer in age to him, being only 2 months older while Dudley had been 14 months older. Or because Harry looked more like Edith. Or because Harry came up with Edith’s nickname, Eddie. 

One thing was clear. Edith and Harry had a strong bond while Dudley did not. 

Edith had a keen eye for sadness. At first it was small things when they were children like giving Harry some of her toys or holding his hand when they tried to walk so he wouldn’t be left behind. 

As they got older, her support increased. Giving Harry snacks, pillows, blankets, stuffed animals. Soon it was money she earned from her lemonade stand, notes for homework (albeit they weren’t great unless they were for English) but she tried. She cut his hair so that it stayed long and fluffy but didn’t get too tangled or past his eyes unlike her mother who tried unevenly buzzing it off, just for it to grow back in a matter of days. 

And if Dudley couldn’t be the best, he would be the worst. 

Edith would spend money to fix the glasses that Dudley broke. Or cleaning up food that Dudley spilled so that Harry wouldn’t have to. 

Dudley hated English, despised it. Words weren’t meant for anything more than speaking. Journaling, plays and books were all futile.

Edith loved words, writings of all sorts. Poetry was her favorite, playing with words in a way that perfectly encompassed how you felt and conveyed meaning with small detail. It was a delicate craft. 

But there was one other thing that caused quite the rift between them. 

Petunia’s Love

Their mother was quite the character. Edith only heard bits and pieces about her sister, Harry’s mom but it seemed enough. 

She cried over her, she yelled over her, she swooned over her and sometimes she’d lull herself to sleep, pretending to say goodnight to her. 

And she’d call Edith by her name. 

I’d like to say that Petunia’s jealousy towards Edith started after some argument between them. But that would be a lie. Instead, it started before Edith was even born. 

Lily Potter—or rather Lily Evans was apparently the poster-perfect child. Her parents raved about the school she went to and it seemed like Petunia was left in the dust, just to be bitter. 

So when Edith was born, Petunia was overjoyed to see that Edith had her own big blue eyes and dark hair like her father, Vernon. 

But then Edith turned 9 months old, and what used to be brown hair had a shade of copper to it. And as Edith grew older, her hair solidified into a dark auburn—Petunia’s ginger genes shining through ever so slightly. 

Unfortunately, Edith was blessed with the Evans look—having only inherited dark hair from her father instead of the blonde hair that Dudley and Petunia had. Otherwise, she was a spitfire between Petunia and Lily—as if her grandparents had another child. 

This was a horrible thing, as while Edith was very pretty—Petunia could not escape her sister, even if she had died. 

Dudley, who was constantly showered in affection and attention because looked like his father with Petunia’s hair and eyes—a man she loved and a woman she had grown to love too. 

But Edith looked like Lily and Petunia. A woman Petunia hated, loved, envied and missed and the inferior sister. 

Petunia’s attitude towards Edith differed drastically. Either Lily was the reason Petunia looked in the mirror and sighed, or she was a sister she never got to apologize to. 

In rebuttal to her unresolved issues with her sister, she treated her daughter similarly. 

Either Edith was brushed off, cursed, or simply ignored like Harry or she was love bombed with flowers, money, gifts and apologies. 

The push and pull of it all was exhausting, especially since Dudley seemed to get all her affection without a weird grieving ultimatum or any effort on his part at all. 

And when Vernon had sexist prejudice—his son was always the more important one in the family, being the eldest child in their care and a boy—it seemed as though Dudley had everyone while Edith had Harry. 

But in dear time, that would be all she needed. 

“I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley’s special day!!” Petunia cooed, leading him to the living room where piles of presents lie. “Aren’t they wonderful darling?” 

“How many are there?” Dudley asked, looking over at the colorfully wrapped presents, his nasally voice projecting through the room. 

“Thirty-six.” Vernon bragged. “Counted them myself.” 

“Thirty-six?” Dudley clarified, outraged. “But last year—last year I had thirty-seven!” 

Edith handed him a plate of bacon and pancakes. “If you don’t want them, I’ll take ‘em.” She sassed, turning back around to flip the eggs. 

Their mother doted on the boy, smoothing this hair out. “Oh now, now, now,  this is what we’re going to do. When we go to the zoo, you can buy two new presents!” 

They finished breakfast quickly, wanting to get to the zoo before the traffic started. 

Edith went down the stairs, carrying a small brightly colored box. “Dudley!” She called softly, handing him the gift with a tightlipped smile. “Gift number thirty-seven.” She labeled as he took it. 

Taking the present with grubby hands he returned the awkward smile, the two siblings stiffly hugged before getting in the car. “Thanks…”

She mumbled a “Happy Birthday” before buckling her seatbelt, waiting for her dad to stop gripping Harry by the hair outside the car. 

She leaned over from the middle seat, opening the door from the inside and cut Vernon’s warning to Harry short—saying something about Dudley’s impatience so he’d stop tugging Harry’s roots. 

Her dad shoved Harry into the car, and Edith pulled in him before Vernon could shut the car door on him and the family went on their way to the zoo. 

Their zoo day wasn’t half bad—even Harry agreed. Edith and Harry walked around together, admiring the animals and even got their own ice creams (even though Harry’s was Dudley’s rejected ice cream, it was still a win.) 

But little did they know as they walked into the Reptile House—this was the beginning of the rest of their lives—and it’s quite the story with bits I wrote tediously, so do try and keep up. 

Edith looked at the snakes with awe, they were very pretty creatures that deserved to be admired—although the ethics of this specific zoo were a bit questionable. 

One snake in particular caught their attention. 

It laid in its enclosure with a particular tiredness. Edith could practically feel the sadness radiating off of the poor thing, the will to be free only to be trapped in a glass cage. 

Rapping his hand against the glass, Vernon commanded the snake. “Move!” As Dudley complained of the snake's lack of curiosity to see him. 

Dudley learned from example, banging his fist with more vigor than Vernon. “Move!” He yelled louder, causing some people to look their way. 

“Will you stop it? He’s sleeping!” Edith pulled his hand away from the glass. 

“He’s boring.” Dudley mumbled distastefully, waddling off to a different enclosure.   

Harry looked back at the snake and began hissing at it. 

The snake perked its head up, slithering closer to Harry. Harry continued to hiss at the snake who nodded and shook its head in response. 

“Good god, my family is weird.” Edith said aloud before getting trampled to the side by her idiotic brother. 

Groaning as she ate a faceful of floor, Edith propped herself back up seeing that Harry was also shoved aside by Dudley. 

And that’s when Harry sent a particularly spiteful glare at Dudley and the walls of the glass snake enclosure simply disappeared. 

Dudley fell in with a splash as the snake quickly took the opportunity to slither away, nodding at Harry before booking it for the exit.

“From his behavior, you’d think he’s trapped in there.” Edith mumbled, annoyingly flicking her wrists to get dirt and pebbles off them. “Just get out you big oaf—” Her words fell flat when the glass reappeared before her eyes. 

Her parents ran to the cage, banging their fists against the glass and screaming as their son stood stuck in the glass enclosure. 

With that they were ushered home, Dudley in a wrap of blankets and jackets as he sobbed. Harry was shoved into his “room.” 

Petunia rushed Edith into her room, closing the door. “Lily, you always mess things up!” 

“I didn’t do anything!” Edith protested despite actively being called the wrong name. 

Harry was similarly getting framed by Vernon, being locked in the cupboard. “I swear, one minute the glass was there and the next it was gone! It was like magic!” 

But of course— “There’s no such thing as magic.” He barked gruffly, quickly waddling over to his darling boy to comfort him during these traumatic times. 

And that’s when the letters started. 

Edith watched the first owl arrive in Privet Drive, having been sat on the roof of her house. 

She liked talking to the stars before she slept and after the day had taken an exciting yet exhausting turn—she hadn’t the energy to go back down to her bed. 

But you can imagine her curiosity when she awoke and saw an owl staring straight at her. An envelope with a red wax seal was in its mouth. She gently took it before going back into her room, ready to tell Harry about the weird interaction she just had. 

She walked downstairs to Dudley’s photoshoot for his new school, a foul smell laced the kitchen as Petunia boiled down Dudley’s old uniform as she explained how Harry had to wear those next school year. 

“But they’ll fit me like elephant skin!” Harry protested, pouring Vernon coffee. 

“They’ll fit you just fine.” Petunia sneered before commanding him to go get the mail for the day. 

Edith followed him to the hall. “Don’t worry, Harry—You can wear some of my black clothes. They’ll fit you better than those, that's for sure.”

Giving a tight lipped smile, Harry picked up the letters for today. “Thanks, Eddie.”

Harry sorted through the mail, as Edith remembered the letter. 

“Oh! I got the most peculiar letter today from an owl, it’s addressed to both of us.” Edith took the letter from her pocket, showing him the front of it. 

“An owl?” Harry clarified, walking back into the kitchen and handing people their mail. 

Dudley shoved some eggs in his mouth. “What owl?” He asked, mouth full of chewed food. 

Edith looked at him with disgust. “Just a dream I had.” She brushed off, sitting down on the couch with Harry, handing him the letter. 

To: Mr. H Potter and Ms. E Dursley—Cupboard Under the Stairs and Rooftop of 4. Privet Drive Little Whinging, SURREY. 

Harry and Edith glanced at each other, curious as to if all posts had to be that specific with addressing. Harry began gently peeling the letter open when it was snatched out of his hands. 

“Dad! Harry’s got a letter!” Dudley shrieked, handing it to their dad laughing. 

“Shove off, it’s ours!” Edith argued, trying to reach over Dudley to take it back. 

“Oh please, who’d be writing to you two.” Petunia scoffed, leaning over Vernon’s shoulder. 

Harry and Edith seethed together when Petunia and Vernon’s faces went pale, staring at the stamp on the back of the envelope. 

The next couple of days Edith and Harry spent together, either waiting on the roof together for the owls to fly by or in Harry’s cupboard, watching the letterbox like hawks. 

Everytime, the letters ended up ripped or burned or destroyed and soon, Vernon nailed the letter box shut entirely. 

“What happens when bills come in!” Edith protested, trying to pry the nails off with her fingers. “Didn’t you say Aunt Marge is ill? What if her death notification comes in the mail!” 

But the letters were still kept from the two kids. Owls littered Privet Drive to the point where newspapers were reporting an unusual amount of owl sightings and little kids were making feather keychains to sell to their friends. 

Vernon and Petunia even tried changing the two’s locations in the house—giving Harry Dudley’s old second bedroom and giving Edith the entire basement and still all the changed was the address on the letters. 

Petunia spent her days clawing at her hair in frustration and blending up letters and Vernon spent his nights burning letters in the fireplace. 

And it changed on sunday. 

“Fine day, Sunday.” Vernon smiled, happy with himself as the family sat in the living room. Harry walked around with a tray of biscuits and Edith was making Harry and her hot chocolate. “Favorite day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?” 

Dudley shrugged so Harry answered for him. “No post on sundays?” 

“Right you are Harry! No post on sundays!” Vernon cackled to himself. “No post on sundays!” He repeated gleefully, picking up a cookie. “Not one, bloody letter! Not one!” 

But as it seems, that was quite the ironic thing to say when a letter came flying out of the fireplace and knocked the biscuit right out of his hand. 

The house rumbled and Edith was quite sure an earthquake was happening when letters began flying out of the fireplace like confetti. 

The two cousins looked at the scene unfolding in awe before jumping into action.

The letterbox broke open, letters fell from the sky as Harry darted to catch them. 

Edith darted for the floor, trying to grab some herself before her mom picked her up and forced her to stand, pinning her arms to her sides. “Don’t you dare, Lily.”

“You’re the one who named me woman! How can you never remember it!” Edith cried out with annoyance. 

Harry tried to catch letters while he could only to get tackled by Vernon. 

"We're going away!" Vernon announced, holding Harry down. "Far away! Where they can't find us!" 

Harry squirmed from under Vernon, annoyed as he was limited from grabbing the letters due to his stance on the floor being practically maimed by his uncle. 

"Dad has gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked, horrified at the scene. 

Petunia just shook her head, pushing Edith to the wall so she couldn't grab any of the letters either. 

Harry and Edith's protests were heard from the whole neighborhood as they were shoved into the car. The Dursley family threw some essentials into the car and drove off—leaving the letter filled house in the distance. 

They traveled from hotel to hotel, making small stops at gas stations but no matter where they went—which hotel chain or motel chain—the front desk always informed them of an influx of letters to an Edith Dursely and a Harry Potter

So it was time for more drastic measures. The family of Durseleys and Potters rented a boat, rowing their way to a distant run down hut on a rock. . 

The pouring rain made their journey treacherous and when they finally got inside, they all panted and wrapped themselves in blankets. 

Petunia and Vernon took the bed, Dudley took the couch which left Harry and Edith to lay on the floor with a blanket and jackets. 

Edith rummaged in her pockets, grabbing a small tissue and wrapping up some coins into a little package. She tied a little ribbon on the package and drew little stars on it with an old marker that was left behind by the past renters of the hut. 

Harry drew out a little birthday cake on the dirtied floor, writing a small birthday note to himself and checking Dudleys watch for the time. 

Pinching some sand, Edith sprinkled it onto the 'candles' of the cake and placed her gift in front of Harry before quietly singing Happy Birthday to him. 

Harry opened his small gift, appreciating the effort she made to get a gift despite being on a hut on a rock in the middle of nowhere. 

It was a small little hut. Wind rattled the filthy windows and you couldn’t escape the smell of seaweed. Edith wondered how much one had to pay to stay in an estate like this. 

Dudley’s watch beeped and Harry blew out the dust candles they had made. Edith clapped a little but was quickly interrupted by a loud bang. 

Edith ushered Harry into a corner as the bangs got louder, louder than the lighting crashing down near them. 

The door shook vigorously, waking up Dudley and her parents as the hinges of the door rattled for their lives. And soon, the door fell down. 

Petunia quickly switched a light on, her husband pointing a gun at the door when an extremely tall man stood in the doorway. 

Shaggy bushy hair almost covered his whole face, and he had hands as big as trash can lids—which he promptly used to pick the door back up and try to prop it against the doorway. “Sorry about that!” He said casually. 

 “I demand you leave at once sir!” Vernon squawked, pointing his gun. “You are breaking and entering!” 

The giant of a man walked up to him and grabbed his gun—twisting the metal up with his bare hands so it would shoot up at the ceiling. “Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.” He snorted. 

And that’s when Edith let her shoulders relax, deciding she liked whoever this intruder was and figured they were probably less dangerous than her dad with a gun. 

The man turned to Dudley with a surprised look. “Mind, I haven’t seen you since you was a baby, Harry but you’re a bit more along than I would have expected.” His voice was very friendly and joking. “Particularly ‘round the middle” He laughed. 

Edith walked a bit closer to the man, Harry trailing after her. 

Dudley stumbled over his words. “I-I’m not Harry!” He explained quickly, voice shaking. 

Harry peeked his head from behind Edith. “I am.” He spoke up. 

Turning around, the man’s smile got bigger. “Why of course you are! And you must be the ‘ittle Edith! You look strikingly similar to your aunt, Lily!” He admired the two children. 

“So I’ve heard.” Edith replied, still quite confused by the situation. 

He turned around, rummaging through his jacket. “Got something for you!” He said, taking out a box. “‘Afraid I might’ve sat on it on my way over but I imagine it’ll taste just the same.” 

Harry took the box gingerly, opening it up to see a cake—messily coated in pink frosting with the words “HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY” scrawled on top in green. 

“Baked it myself, words and all.” Bragging, the man sat down on the moth-eaten sofa. 

“Thank you,” Harry looked up at the man with genuine gratitude, the stranger having celebrated his birthday more than his aunt and uncle combined. 

“Isn’t everyday that you turn 11 now is it?” He smiled, taking out an umbrella and pointing it at the old fireplace. A ball of fire shot out from the tip, landing in the kindle and bringing warmth into the rundown hut. 

Harry and Edith looked at the now-lit fireplace in awe. “You are so awesome.” Edith said, mesmerized by the flame. 

The man chuckled as Harry put down the cake, gingerly sitting down next to him. “Excuse me, but who are you?” 

“Rubeus Hagrid!” He introduced himself, eyes like black beetles peeking from the bushy hair. “Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.” 

Edith furrowed her eyebrows. “Hogwarts?” In her mind, she questioned whether it was circus a  or a farm. 

“Of course, you two already know all about Hogwarts.” Hagrid brushed himself off, ready to move onto the next topic. 

Harry and Edith glanced at each other, a mutual confusion. “Sorry—no.” Harry blinked at the man. 

“No?” Hagrid repeated, confused. “Blimey, Harry. Didn’t you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?” 

“All of what?” Harry said, a bit oblivious. 

“Yer a Wizard, Harry.” He said, eyes glimmering with mischief. 

Harry’s eyes widened with pure confusion. “I’m a what?”

“A wizard!” He repeated. “And a thumping good one, I’d wager—once you’ve trained up a little. And if Edith is as similar to Lily as she looks, I’d say you’re on the same path.” 

Edith pointed at herself, bewildered. “I’m a wizard?”

“A witch.” Petunia interrupted, correcting her daughter. “You’re a witch.”

Twirling around, Edith looked at her mother, pointing at her and then back at Hagrid, mouth gaped open before turning back to Hagrid—processing. “Am I going crazy?” She asked herself. 

Harry was going through a weird state of denial as well. “I mean, no—I can’t be a…a wizard—I’m Harry! Just Harry.” 

Hagrid chuckled at the two once more. “Well, just Harry. Have you ever made anything happen?” He asked. “Anything you couldn’t explain when you were angry or scared?” 

The two kids had their share of unexplainable things.

 Harry’s magical growing hair or the snake exhibit, the time where Edith’s clothes all turned blue after her mother told her it was a boy-ish color and when Harry ended up on the roof after escaping Dudley’s taunts and bullies. 

There was also a time where Edith woke up one day with a black eye, having wished that Vernon had punched her instead of Harry and Harry’s wound was gone. 

Hagrid saw the realization in their eyes and pulled out an envelope. A letter Harry and Edith had been trying to get ahold of for weeks. 

Edith leaned over Harry’s shoulder, reading aloud the contents. “Dear Mr. Potter and Ms. Dursley—we are pleased to inform you that….you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!” 

Vernon quickly waddled over to the two kids. “They will not be going!” He announced in a hush voice, having found his audacity again after his initial shock. “We swore when we took him in, we’d put a stop to all this rubbish!” 

“You knew?” Harry exclaimed, betrayed. “You knew this whole time and never told me?” 

Petunia scoffed, crossing her arms. “Of course we know. How could you not be?” She said bitterly. My perfect sister being who she was…with that Potter.” She paced around. “My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. I was the only one who ever saw her for who she was—a freak.”

Edith flinched. “And me? Did you know I was a witch?” 

Petunia practically rolled her eyes. “We were hoping you weren’t. But when you started floating instead of crawling, we were pretty confident you had taken after her. And then she got herself blown up and then we ended up with you and Harry. The two abnormal children.”

“Blown up?!” Harry yelled. “You told me my parents died in a car crash!” 

“A car crash?” Hagrid repeated incredulously. “A car crash killing James and Lily Potter?” 

“We had to say something.” They excused themselves. 

“It’s an outrage! A scandal!” Hagrid shouted at them, waving his umbrella. 

“They will not be going.” Vernon stuck up his nose. 

Hagrid mocked them. “Oh and I suppose a great muggle like yourself is going to stop them, are you?”

A quick beat of silence as the argument fizzled out for a moment. “A muggle?” Edith questioned. 

“Non-magic folk.” Hagrid defined before quickly jumping back into the argument. “This boy has had his name down ever since he were born! He’s going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world and she’s going with him! They will be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore!” 

The two children beamed up at Hagrid, having someone defend them for once in their lives other than each other. 

Face turning red, Vernon raised his voice. “I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks!” 

Hagrid stuck the flame-thrower-umbrella in Vernon’s face. “Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me.” He warned, tone harsh and dry. 

The room went silent, the only noise heard was Dudley, snacking on Harry’s birthday cake in the corner. 

Hagrid stuck his umbrella towards him, a beam of mist shooting out and at Dudley. A pig tail emerged from Dudleys behind, swirling around as Dudley shrieked and squawked. 

Panicking, Vernon and Petunia started screaming as well—chasing after Dudley as he ran around the room in circles. 

Harry laughed as Edith smiled, covering her mouth. 

Leaning down a little, Hagrid lowered his voice into a whisper. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. I’m not supposed to be using magic.”

They nodded feverishly, as Hagrid thanked them—taking out a little pocket watch. “Ooh, we’re a bit behind schedule. Best be off!” 

He headed towards the exit, looking back at the cousins who hadn’t moved yet. “Unless of course you’d want to stay?” 

With that, Edith slipped on her shoes and walked out the door, Harry stumbling after. 

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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Chapter Two: Steve Harrington Series

You'll Catch a Cold

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Chapter Summary: in which Lacy translates Morse Code and carries multiple weapons in her bag, including a staple gun.

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“Is there a number so we can call your parents?”

“Where’s all your hair?”

 “Do you have cancer?” 

“Did you run away?” 

Lacy shoved them all aside angrily as an extremely annoyed 16 year old. “Shut up! She is scared and cold and you guys aren’t helping!”  She yelled at them, a stack of clothes in her hand. “Dustin, close that window.” 

“Hey sweetie, c’mon. You’re gonna catch a cold in those clothes.” Lacy’s voice was feathery soft, a stark difference to how she usually talked. 

She offered a hand to Eleven who hesitantly took it and almost started changing in front of them. “C’mon, let’s not change out here, okay?” 

Eleven nodded, taking her hand and following her to the bathroom. 

“This is the bathroom down here, there’s privacy so you can change. You can close the door so—” The girl shook her head. “No? Do you not wanna be alone?” 

The girl shook her head again. 

“That’s okay. Are you comfortable with me helping you?” Lacy asked softly, to which the girl pulled her in the bathroom. “Alright then!” 

Lacy started off a warm bath for Eleven, having her put her hand in the water so she could choose the temperature. “I love hot baths too, it makes me feel cleaner.” 

“I don’t like cold.” She said quietly. 

“Me neither.” Lacy smiled before her smile dropped. “Oh my goodness, I haven't even introduced myself yet. I’m Lacy, what’s your name?” 

“Lacy…” The girl mumbled before showing Lacy her wrist where a tattoo of the numbers 011 laid. 

“Eleven?” 

The girl nodded. 

“Well Eleven, the idiots outside are my friends. Well kinda, the fluffy haired one is my brother—Dustin and I kinda hang out with his friends but I’m practically their brothers too.” 

Eleven let out a small laugh. 

“Alright, let’s clean you off yeah?” 

After a quick bath, Lacy presented Eleven with outfit options and then helped her clean any wounds—putting cartoon bandaids on them and kissing them. “Makes them heal faster.” 

Soon, with Eleven all clean and in dry clothes, Lacy helped Mike set up a small blanket fort in his basement. “Dustin? Tell mom that I’m gonna sleep over!” 

With that, Dustin and Lucas left—Mike went to his room and Lacy stayed with Eleven in her blanket fort, just making small conversation. 

“Pretty.” Eleven blurted, pointing at Lacy. 

“Thank you,” Lacy smiled. “You’re pretty too.”

“Really?” 

“Mhmm, very pretty.” Lacy confirmed, turning the nightlight down a little bit as Eleven yawned. “Let’s try and sleep okay?” 

“Yes.” 

“Goodnight Eleven.” 

“Night Lacy.” 

It was weird, but the two had an unspoken bond. Sister’s in another life. 

It struck her hard when Eleven sacrificed herself later that year. 

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“Have I talked to the police?” Lacy asked incredulously, handing the phone back to Hopper.

Hopper repeated the question with the same infliction. “I am the police! Chief Jim Hopper!” 

Lacy rolled her eyes, sighing and sliding into a chair at the dining table next to her brother. “I don’t think she believed us, did she?” They looked over at Hopper. 

“We’ll see.” Hopper tried to leave them with an optimistic end but that didn’t go over well with The Party and its allies. 

“‘We’ll see?’” Mike repeated. “We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!” 

Hopper’s eyes hardened. “We sit here and we wait for help.” 

Lacy scoffed and leaned back in her chair. “This is ridiculous.” She rubbed her temples irritated.

‘So much for a cool return to Hawkins,” She thought, half listening to the riveting conversation between the children. 

Adjusting her hair bow, she leaned back in her chair and twirled her hair before the mention of the ‘Mind Flayer’ sparked her attention. She slammed the manual onto the table from her bag—flipping to the right page. “The Mind Flayer, it’s a monster from an unknown dimension—so ancient that it doesn’t know it’s own home.” She explained. 

“It enslaves races or other dimensions.” The younger Henderson took over. “”Taking over their brain using highly developed psionic powers.”

“Oh my god, none of this is real.” Hopper sighed. “This is a kid’s game.”

“No, it's a manual and it’s not for kids.” Dustin defended. 

Lacy also stepped in. “And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor we have—”

“Analogy.” 

Lacy tilted her head towards Lucas, an annoyed smile plastered on her face. “Analogy?” She repeated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize my english terminology was more pressing than Will’s possession or the giant Demogorgons running around town.”

“Sorry.” 

Nancy got the conversation back on the rails. “Okay so this Mind Flamer-thing—”

“Flayer, Mind Flayer.” Dustin corrected. 

Lacy rolled her eyes. “Dustin, drop it.” 

Nancy continued her point. “—What does it want?” 

“To conquer us basically, it believes it’s superior—the master race.” Dustin replied. 

“Oh! Like the- like the germans!” 

Everyone turned their heads to Steve. “You mean the Nazi’s?” Dustin clarified. 

“Yeah, yeah the Nazi’s.” 

Lacy put a sickeningly sweet smile on. “If the Nazi’s were from an entirely different dimesion, totally!” 

Mike also jumped in on the explanation. “It wants to spread, take over the other dimensions.” 

Jumping up and down, Lucas also piped in. “We’re talking about the destruction of our world as we know it.”

“That’s great! That’s really great, jesus.” Steve mumbled, running his hand through his hair. 

“Okay, wait but if we kill this thing…the brain that controls everything…” Nancy held up Will’s old drawing. 

“We kill everything it controls!” Mike concluded. 

“And theoretically, we win.” 

Hopper looked at the drawing. “Right so, how do you kill this thing? Shoot it with Fireballs or something?” 

Dustin laughed a little. “No no, not fireballs. You’d kill it with an undead army because…” Dustin looked around at the judgy faces. “Because uh…ya know, it likes brains…” 

A silence. 

Dustin sighed. “What are we doing, it’s a kids game.”

“What the hell are we doing here…” Hopper dropped the book back on the table. 

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup!” 

“We are!” Hopper argued. 

“And then what?” Mike asked him. “What are they gonna do? You can’t exactly shoot this thing with guns.” 

“You don’t know that!” Hopper yelled. 

The Party began ganging up on Hopper. “We already know that they’ve killed everything in that lab!” 

“We know the monsters are gonna molt again.” Lucas added. 

“We know it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town.” Dustin continues. 

“And you know they’re right.” Lacy backed them up, before her eyes flickered to Joyce behind them. 

“We do, they’re right.” Joyce joined the conversation, her voice trying not to waver. “We have to kill this thing. I want to kill it.”

“I know, I know.” Hopper put a hand on Joyce’s shoulder. “But we don’t even know how.”

Lacy handed Joyce a mug of tea, pushing Hopper aside. “But we know someone who would.” She glanced at the drugged little boy on the couch. “If anyone—it’s Will.” 

“But I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore.” Max turned to them. “That he’s a spy for the Mindflayer.” 

“Maybe…” Mike paused. “But he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.” 

Lacy dug around in her bag, pulling out her staple gun. “Let’s get cracking.”

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Cleaning out the Shed, Lacy started stapling cardboard to the walls, or anything that anyone really handed to her—it got stapled to the wall. 

She went inside to get some more staples from her bag when she overheard Max and Mike in the kitchen, taping together cardboard and searching for cleaning supplies. 

“Just because you know the truth, doesn’t mean you’re in our party.” Mike defended. “You do know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” Max said, pretending she wasn’t too bothered. “I mean, why would you want a stupid zoomer in your party anyway?” 

Lacy pretended she just wandered in the kitchen, grabbing an apple. “Hey Max, wanna try using the staple gun? My hands are getting tired.” 

“Uh yeah, sure. Bye Mike.” 

Lacy wrapped her arm around Max’s shoulders, walking off with her.

“Hey, as the starter of their little party—they’re being stupid. Mike is just…going through a lot right now, it’s not an excuse for how they’re treating you but I’m sure they'll come around, yeah?”

Max opened the door for them. “Yeah.” 

“Harrington! You’re welcome!” Lacy called, grabbing his attention, and throwing him an apple which he caught. “I don’t like apples.” Lacy admitted to Max as they walked over to the shed. 

Lacy switched the conversation again, handing her the staple gun. “And if they still don’t let you join—you and I can make our own party. I’d be happy to be friends with a stupid zoomer—whatever the hell that means—god I’m getting old.”

Max laughed, stapling a piece of cardboard to the ceiling. 

Soon everyone was working hard to make the shed unrecognizable—taping lights to beams, shoving tin foil on walls, gift wrap on windowsills until the room was completely padded and remodeled. 

Most people were ushered back into the house to wait, Mike, Hopper, Jonathan and Joyce staying back to try and get something out of Will. 

Lacy was the last one out, handing the bleach to Hopper to wake Will up. “Love y’all, good luck.” 

And off they went to sit in the house, to wait and wait. And wait. 

Dustin anxiously paced around the house, Nancy leaned against a wall, Steve practiced swinging his spiked baseball bat and Max and Lucas sat on the floor together. 

Lacy tossed a metal pipe to Max who caught it. “In case things go sideways.”

“Which it won’t.” Lucas added, looking at Lacy who twirled a kitchen knife.

“I hope you’re right.” Lacy admitted as the lights began violently flickering. 

They all raced towards the window, seeing the shed’s lights flickered on and off, muffled yelling coming from the shed, but soon it all calmed down again. 

Soon enough, Hopper came rushing into the house. 

“What happened?” Lacy rushed to follow Hopper. 

“I think he’s talking.” Hopper explained. “Just not with words…” Hopper started to write down dit’s and dah’s on a piece of paper, mostly likely what Will had communicated. 

“Hey what is that?” Steved began to ask before quickly being shut up by everyone. 

“Morse code!” They all answered. 

“Here, he’s saying he’s here.” Lay translated before Hopper started himself. “What? I’m the one who taught Will!” 

“Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us.” 

Lacy was ushered into the shed with a notepad, pretending to be moral support as the group continued bringing up personal memories together as a ruse while Lacy wrote down the message on paper, translating the code in her head until Will stopped tapping the edge of his chair. 

Discreetly nodding at Hopper, Lacy forced out crocodile tears. “I’m sorry—this is just too much.” She sniffled, making a quick exit out of the shed to show the others the message. 

“Close Gate.” Lacy said, slapping her notepad down on the table. 

As they all gathered around the note, thinking a blaring ringing interrupted their thoughts. 

The phone rang. 

Nancy ran over, quickly hanging up the phone as someone called again. 

Lacy took her knife and stabbed the phone until the ringing stopped, Nancy took it off the wall entirely for good measure—throwing it on the floor. 

“Do you think he heard that?” Max asked. 

“I mean it’s just a phone right?” Steve looked at them. “It could be anywhere.” 

Lacy shook her head, throwing him his bat. “The demogorgons are everywhere, one of them heard that phone ring.” 

It was oddly inevitable, hearing the monster screeches in the distance and yet it still made her skin crawl.

The rest of them ran into the house, holding an unconscious Will—Hopper throwing Nancy a gun and preparing his own. 

Lacy tossed any weapons in her bags to the kids, giving up her knife to Dustin, grabbing the pistol she stole and handing Lucas ammo for his slingshot  and Mike, a metal pipe she tore off from the wall. 

“Why do you carry that many weapons?” 

Lacy groaned in annoyance, hiding the children away from the windows and behind the teenagers and adults, loading some ammo that Hopper gave her. “Are you seriously complaining?” 

Her only answer was a loud demogorgon scream. 

Monsters growled from all around them as they looked from window to window. They all waited for the moment one would pounce and the chaos of violence would start. 

When the screeching stopped abruptly, causing Lacy to tense even more. 

A demogorgon jumped through a window, Lacy quickly jumping back before it could hit her when before she could even shoot it dead—she realized a live demogorgon hadn't jumped through the window. 

Instead, a fresh corpse of one. 

Lacy threw a book at it for good measure and when it didn’t move, she kicked the head with her foot—watching it limply fall. “It’s dead.” 

The door handle creaked, causing them all to move their positions again, watching the door handle unlock and move from the outside, they all raised their weapons.

Lacy dropped hers immediately, almost tripping over her feet to hug Eleven, who had just walked through the door. 

“Holy shit, you’re alive.”

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Lost Phones and Liquor

Tinkerbelle Series Masterlist:

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Oc

Summary: in which Belle tries to get ready for a party and betrays everyone by accident.

first part / this is part two/ next part

Word Count: 1.2k

"Hey JARVIS?" Shoving an earring in, Belle sat down on the floor to lace up her heels. "How many people are already at the party?"

"I believe you are the last to arrive again, Miss Stark." JARVIS informed, Belle replying with a simple groan of annoyance.

Belle laced up her heels, tugging to get the strings around her calves. "I swear, I really tried to be on time. My hair took so long to do." Belle played with the hairdo she put up with her freshly curled locks.

Standing up (evidently taller now) she rushed around her room to spray some perfume on as she tried to reach for her phone—which typically stood on her bedside table charging but was nowhere to be seen. "Goddamnit!" She sighed as she ran around the room—her heels creating a click-y echo.

After searching the typical places, Belle finally gave up. "Hey JARVIS? Where's my phone?"

Belle kept searching before repeating her question. "JARVIS, can you please find my phone?"

Belle, now hyperaware of the robots silence stood up and walked over to a little screen by her door. "JARVIS?" She said hesitantly, touching the little pad.

The second her finger touched the screen—it filled with images of her taken by the public.

News headlines, run-ways, conferences—the tiny screen filled with pictures of her before going dark. "JARVIS? Are you malfunctioning?" She asked softly, touching the screen again.

Mumbling quietly to herself about how Tony overworks the poor thing—she headed over to her small toolbox in the corner to try and fix him up.

As she started to walk over to the screen again—it flashed on, back to normal. "Did you just update or something?"

A different voice spoke from the screen. "Belle Stark—adopted daughter—related to: Tony Stark." The unfamiliar voice announced.

Belle chuckled. "Yes, that's me. I like your new voice, JARVIS. Sounds more human. Can you find my phone now?"

The voice agreed leading her to the bathroom.

Belle hummed a thank you, opening her bathroom door. She looked over at the sink counter, where JARVIS had said she left it. "JARVIS? It's not her—"

She looked up into the mirror, seeing a tall metal spine of a suit behind her.

Before she could say a word—a robotic hand pressed harshly on her back as she felt her spine tugging outwards.

"Yes..." She heard the voice say. "You will be quite useful."

Squeezing her eyes in pain, she felt all her bones heat up until she felt like the world was caving in.

Her head felt like it was going to explode, metal yanking down her jaw and piercing her until she felt constrained by her skin.

Icy blood flowing around, coating her hair, staining her dress until she felt free.

- - - - - - - - - -

"It's a very interesting theory." Thor acknowledged as he stood up, grabbing the hammer with ease. "I have a simpler one—you're all just not worthy."

Multiple groans emitted from the group of friends before a polite ding of the elevator.

"Oh my god," Natasha teased, rolling her eyes. "Talk about being late Belle."

The rest of the group laughed as they heard her sigh from around the corner, heels clicking as she sounded like she was coming closer.

"Let me guess...Virgin Pina Colada with those little mint leaves on top to look fancy, your highness?" Helen Cho joked, reciting the girls order as she started to make it.

The only reply was a gun shot.

A window collapsed in on itself, a bullet falling through as the gourd jumped—clearly startled.

Belle let out a small laugh, throwing the gun on the floor and hiding behind the corner as it skidding across the floor.

She heard the clicks of guns and the swoosh of a metal shield. She grinned before carefully walking out from behind the corner. "Hola Familia!" Belle greeted loudly with a laugh.

The avengers watched horrified as their youngest member walked out covered in blood and severally limping—metal bones sticking out from her muscles and swinging a baseball bat.

They watched as she walked with her back leading and legs following, as if her spine was telling her where to go.

"Belle what happened—"

"Shhhhh!" Belle shushed anyone who tried to talk, walking around and swinging her bat against vases of flowers and glass panes. She laughed and tripped and walked on tables. "Worthy..." She mumbled amused.

Swinging her legs down, Belle sat on one of the glass covered tables. "Do you wanna know my theory?" Belle asked, swinging her bat at whoever came close to her.

The avengers looked around confused as Belle brought the conversation back to Mjolnir. "Nobody here can lift it I mean—" Belle interrupted herself with a sharp laugh. "How could you be worthy?" She looked at them sharply.

"You're all killers."

Steve tried getting close to her, reaching his arms up to try and help her down from the table. "Belle ,what happened."

"Nuh uh-" Belle stuck out her bat, making a solid boundary between him and her. "I'm waiting for someone."

"Belle, are you drunk?" Natasha asked concerned.

"I said, I'm waiting for someone!" Belle complained childishly. "You've ruined the entire dramatic build up!" She shrieked.

"It's okay..." Another voice rang out from the other side. "I was late, it was my fault. Sorry, I was...asleep..." A janky Iron Legion suit hobbled into the room to Belle's delight. "Or in a dream?"

"Reboot, Legion OS error." Tony spoke quietly into his tablet before Belle snatched it from his hands and chucked it across the room.

"I was tangled in...strings..."

"JARVIS doesn't want to talk to you right now." Belle warned, pointing the bat at Tony's chest. "So maybe pay attention."

"Had to kill the other guy..." The buggy suit continued as her friends tried sitting Belle down while looking at the broken suit of armour. "He was a good guy..."

Steve looked at the suit incredulously. "You killed someone?"

"Would've have been my first call!" The robot admitted. "But down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices."

"Ooh! Play the recording!" Belle clapped her hands excited.

A small jittering came from inside the janky Legion suit before playing a voice recording. "I see a suit of armour around the world." Tony's nice reiterated from the machine.

"Ultron." Bruce realised.

Realising people were piecing things together. Belle stood up again, discreetly as they were distracted by Ultron. She stood up and grabbed the gun she slid over earlier.

"In the flesh." Ultron kept drawing his speech out. "Or no, not yet. Not in this... chrysalis."

"But I'm ready," Ultron continued. "I'm on a mission." He announced.

"What mission?" Natasha asked steadily.

Ultron turned to her, and second before the walls exploded—he told them—"Peace in our time."

With that, Iron Legion suits came crashing down into the living room, Guns were fired, blasts of energy were propelled and a set of fairy wings extended.

As the group of agents began fighting with the suits of armour—Belle quickly flew towards the sceptre, snatching it and blowing a hole through the window with her sword.

Quickly flying through the busted window, Belle took the septre and flew into the night sky—limbs limply following her torso as she dragged herself somewhere.

"I had strings but now I'm free...There are no strings on me....I've got no strings on me!" Belle sang dejectedly as the words she sang weren't true.

For only the stars knew the unconscious look in her eyes and how the gateway to her soul was being puppeteer-ed by a manic program who had his metallic "heart" set on endgame.

end of part 2

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Chapter One: Steve Harrington Series

A Demogorgon ate my pet cat.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Oc

Chapter Summary: In which we meet Lacy Henderson and where Lacy Henderson returns home.

Series Warnings: Probably gore, angst, fluff, slight grooming and domestic abuse.

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“Where the hell have you been, Dustin?” 

Lacy, probably the second most sought after girl other than Nancy Wheeler (who was surprisingly popular despite what she thought) was also the first member of “The Party” a name for her little brother’s friend group after she introduced them to a game called Dungeons and Dragons. 

Was it surprising that the Barbarian of The Party was angry? Not really since the eldest Henderson child was known in Hawkins to look mean but she was pissed. 

In her defense, after the most hectic sophomore year of high school filled with Demo-gorgons and a mysterious girl named Eleven—she needed a break. She went to an English and Arts program for two months to visit her then-boyfriend, just to go through hell and break up with him. 

So as one would expect when the girl came back from the program and told her little brother to be home by dinner–just for that request to be completely ignored, she was upset.

Asking around her neighbors, she found out a general area of where Dustin could be and when she saw little flashlights and tweaked into her radio system—she was pretty sure she found him. She drove in on her moped, ready to yell at her little brother. 

Honestly, Lacy didn’t know what to expect when she found her brother and his friends in some random junk yard after dark—maybe alcohol, drugs or (more realistically) building a spaceship—but it so wasn’t this. 

“Holy shit! ” Quickly revving up her moped again and running over beings that she didn’t want to name—she grabbed whoever was stupidly out in the open and threw them into the van her brother was hiding in. 

Lacy Henderson grabbed a piece of scrap metal and shoved it against the door as—she hated to think about it—the demogorgons started bashing against the van. “Dustin, you are so dead.” Lacy said, out of breath. “And why the hell is Steve Harrington here?” 

“No time to explain!” The younger Henderson replied as the van shook again. “Demogorgon on the roof!” He shrieked. 

“I swear to god we got rid of those like a year ago!” Lacy groaned as she quickly grabbed a red-headed girl who was staring into the eyes of a Demogorgon and quickly dragged her away. 

Steve “The Hair” Harrington brandished a weaponized baseball bat at the Demogorgon and they all held their breaths. 

The world seemed to stop before the Demogorgon looked away and sprinted into the distance. 

They carefully exited the abandoned van to see a clear coast. 

“Think Steve scared them off?” The red-head asked as they peaked their heads out. 

“No,” Lucas replied—following Steve out the van. “If anything it was Lacy.” 

Lacy shook her head too. “Not a chance.” 

“It was being called somewhere…” Steve Harringotn deduced. 

Sighing, Lacy grabbed a spare metal pole she found and started heading in the direction the Demogorgons went. “C’mon people, we have monsters to chase and questions to ask. Such as who’s the redhead, why is Harrington here and why are Demogorgons still here even after we blasted them to oblivion?” 

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“Well…now you know who we are—who are you?” The redhead—Max asked. 

Shining the flashlight around, Lacy answered. “Dustin’s older, cooler, better, half sister on our dad’s side—My name is Lacy Isabella Henderson, I witnessed all this shit a year ago and I just came back from a school program. Oh I’m also the Barbarian of our Party. I’m a junior in highschool and freshly single.” 

“You broke up with your boyfriend?” Dustin turned to her. 

She just nodded before Steve Harrington interrupted. “Did you know about Dart?” 

“Who?” 

Dustin shuffled his feet as they kept walking. “I thought I made a super cool discovery of some new species but it was actually a baby demogorgon and I named it Dart. So far, he’s molted three times and went from the size of a lizard to the size of a german shepard in 48 hours.” He summarized. 

Lacy blinked unfazed. “Alright then…”

They started discussing Dart’s rapid growth when Steve pointed out how “Dart” was going to start eating bigger pray than cats—despite Dustin’s aggressive hand signals to stop talking. 

“Dart ate a cat?” Lucas asked incredulously. 

“No!” Dustin denied quickly. 

“What are you talking about?” Steve looked around confused. “Didn’t he eat Mews?” 

Lacy’s jaw dropped. “He ate Mews?” She shrieked.

As arguments started to break out amongst the five—Lucas yelling at Dustin for keeping Dart, Dustin yelling at Lucas for  telling Max about the Party’s secret and Lacy yelling at a demogorgon who probably couldn’t hear her. 

“Hey guys—” Steve tried shushing Lacy who in response swatted him away angrily. “Guys!” He yelled. “Listen!” 

The group quieted down to hear the screeching noises coming from the distance. 

Lacy practiced swinging her metal pipe before running down the hill towards the noise—everyone else quickly followed behind her. 

“Guys?” Max stood in place a bit. “We’re supposed to be going away from the sound, not towards it!” Max protested but soon caved and started chasing after them. 

As they marched towards the lab—flashlights shined down on them from the lab’s entrance. 

“Who the hell is blinding us—for god's sake.” Lacy mumbled to herself as they started to exit the woods—tripping over her feet. “God, Dustin next time, remind me to not wear heels when saving the world.” 

Steve turned to her, unimpressed. “Can’t you take anything seriously?” 

Lacy pitched her voice down to mock him. “Can’t you take anything seriously?” She rolled her eyes and walked in front of him. “I’m literally in mourning! A demogorgon ate my cat!” She brandished her pipe annoyed. “And who is shining lights in my eyes!” 

“Steve?” They heard a feminine voice call out. 

“Nancy?” Steve replied as they walked closer. 

“Jonathan?” Dustin called out. 

“Lacy?” Jonathan called back. 

“What a reunion.” Lacy deadpanned. “What are you guys doing here?” She asked, confused, about why she was seeing her grademates during their hunt for monsters. 

“We’re looking for Mike and Will,” The older siblings responded, putting their flashlights down. 

Lacy furrowed her eyebrows. “They’re…not in there, are they?” Lacy pointed her flashlight over to where the monster infested lab was. 

“We’re not sure, why?” 

The universe answered their question and screams and demogorgon shrieks emitted distantly from the lab. 

Skidding down the hill, Lacy ran into the security hut. “C’mon! We have to get them outta there!” 

They quickly followed after her like ducklings, 

“When did you guys last see my brother?” Nancy asked as they ran down. 

Lacy shrugged. “I got back two hours ago, I’ve only seen these guys.” 

Lucas also tried answering. “Not since this morning—Will had another episode yesterday and—”

“Will had another episode?” Jonathan cut in. 

“Guys!” Nancy started to run faster down the hill. “The powers back on!” 

Jonathan and Dustin ran into the security hut too—pushing buttons and trying to digitally open the gates while the others tried physically lifting the gates. 

After a few minutes of frustrated efforts—Lacy ran into the security hut. 

“Wanna take a whack at it?” Jonathan offered. 

Lacy nodded, cracking her knuckles as Dustin and Jonathan backed up. She took her metal pipe and started hitting the metal buttons. 

“Not—an—actual—whack!” Jonathan tried communicating in between her violent methods. 

A loud buzzer sounded throughout the lab as the metal gates began to open. 

Sighing, Lacy blew a blonde strand from her face. “See? Works every time.” 

Lucas pointed at a sauntering Lacy who threw her metal pipe into a car window and climbed in to steal a small pistol. “The Party’s Barbarian.” He introduced. 

The group leaped out of the way as two cars came speeding out of the now very silent lab. 

One with the markings of the police station skidded in front of them. “Get in!” The Chief of Police yelled. 

Lacy practically threw her brother and his friends into the car—ducking in herself and pulling her classmates in before they drove to the Byer’s house.

 “What the hell happened in there?” 

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Sweetest Thing in Hell // Series

Steve Harrington x Fem!Oc Series

season 2 - season 4 slowburn

Series Summary: In which Dustin Henderson's older sister returns from an Arts program a little more traumatised the before and fights bad guys while falling in love with someone who uses Farrah Fawcett hair spray.

1.) A Demogorgon ate my pet cat.

2.) You'll Catch a Cold

3.) A Moped License and A Fight

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The Crystal Spirit Series Masterlist

🐉🌹💙☁️ zuko x oc

Chapter One: "Family Reunion"

Chapter Two: "Our Spirit, Your Power"

Chapter Three: "lead me, leave me"

chapter four coming soon

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Chapter One: "Family Reunion"

The Crystal Spirit Series Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!OC

Summary: In which two spirits try their luck at love in the middle of a hundred year war.

Warnings: none for this chapter?

chapter one/ chapter two

This was the closest thing to a family reunion she was gonna get—she had one chance. 

She kneaded the bread gently, pretending she wasn’t interested. “Oh, he’s been captured? That’s a shame.” She said nonchalantly. 

The baker shook his head in agreement. “Truly, I thought the Avatar could save us but I suppose people in this town have lost hope for a reason.” 

The baker folded some fruits into a small basket. “Are you sure this is all you want? You’ve truly been such a help.”

It was a quaint little town she was visiting. Bushels of leafy green plants laced themselves around buildings and covered rooftops

. Run down signs with letters peeling off yellowed and scratchy wood that practically beckoned splinters painted a rustic and abandoned appearance to the town. 

Since the war, it wasn’t uncommon to come across villages with similar aesthetics. 

Smiling, she took the fruit basket from him—waist chains swishing around, the crystals chiming.  “This is more than enough, thank you.” She gave a little bow. “Out of curiosity, have you heard who the Avatar was captured by?”

The bakerman shrugged. “I’ve heard rumors about Yuyan archers but beyond that, I’ve heard nothing.” 

“Yuyan archers huh…” She shrugged and subconsciously touched her tile necklace. “If that’s the case, he’s surely a goner.” 

“Surely.” The bakerman repeated, opening the front door for her. “Thank you, truly. The entire town thanks you for your assistance.” 

“It was my pleasure.” 

“Hey, what’s your name anyways?” The bakerman turned to ask but with a swish of her crystal jewelry, she was gone. 

The baker shook his head, smiling. “So that’s the crystal spirit…” 

Her eyes narrowed as she swiftly left the town, basket of fruit in hand as she ran. “Yuyan archers…” She mumbled, over and over again. 

“How does it feel to be the last airbender left?” Admiral Zhao taunted. A hurt expression fell over the Avatar’s face. “Don’t worry, you won’t be killed like they were.” 

Two faces watched from the rafters, unaware of each other’s presence. One masked in black and white, while the other in blue. 

“You see, if you die then you’ll just be reincarnated, and the Fire Nation will have to start it’s search for the Avatar all over again.” Zhao explained. “So I’ll keep you alive.” 

He turned his back to the avatar. “But just barely.” 

The Avatar sent a gust of air his way, knocking the Admiral to the floor. “Blow all the wind you want.” Zhao hissed, annoyed. “Your situation is futile.” 

“And nobody is coming to rescue you.” Admiral Zhao slammed the door on his way out. 

A figure dropped from the ceiling, a split mask covered her face. “Hi there, I’m here to rescue you!” 

She shrieked as unthawed frogs started jumping out of the Avatar’s pockets. “Ew! Gross!” 

“Hey!” The Avatar complained. “Go back to being frozen!” He demanded the frogs to no avail. After a quick beat of silence, the Avatar spoke up again. “Wait, who are you?” 

Suddenly the door to the chamber opened, a figure masked in blue entered with two swords. 

“Well that was my dramatic entrance ruined.” She huffed, lifting her hands up—ready to fight the unwanted visitor. 

The blue masked figure raised his swords before throwing them—cutting the Avatar loose from his shackles. 

She rolled her eyes, unimpressed as she unlocked the remaining cuffs with a key. “That was unnecessarily dramatic.” 

“Thank you,” The Avatar smiled. “Who are you guys?” 

The two masked figures seemed to be in a stare off, trying to decipher each other's intentions before the girl stuck out her hand. 

“Nice to meet you, stranger.” She shook his hand. “Thanks for stealing my thunder.” 

If she could see his eyes, they were probably rolling as he sighed. In a gruff voice that she doubted was real he asked “Do you have a plan out of here?” 

She furrowed her eyebrows. “I barely had a plan to get in here.” 

The blue mask sighed again, before leading them out through the door to the chamber. 

Piles of Fire Nation soldiers littered the floors along with frogs. 

The monochromed girl shrugged. “That’s certainly one way to get in.” She suddenly grabbed the Avatar’s hands. “Ew—no— stop that—“ She scolded as the Avatar tried grabbing the frogs. 

“My friend’s need to suck on those frogs!” He called as they dragged him to an exit. 

They crawled underneath floorboards, peeking out from loose ones. 

The blue masked rescuer boosted the Avatar up to a rope—probably how he got in. 

When the Avatar tried climbing it—sirens started ringing from inside the facility. “The Avatar has escaped!” Someone yelled. “Close all the gates immediately!” 

The trio started running, the Avatar taking a lead. The Avatar blasted people out of the way of the closing gate and made a run for it. 

The blue and black masked individuals also bolted towards it but had slight issues with the soldiers. 

“Ugh!” The girl said disgustedly as they shoved spears in her face. She rolled her eyes and started breaking their weapons with her hands. 

The blue spirit also got held up by the soldiers, slashing around to stop the spears. 

The Avatar looked back at his saviors, making the split second decision to run back and help them. 

The three battled their way across until they got up to a rooftop. The Avatar clutched onto a broken spear and started twirling it—becoming a human helicopter for the other two. 

Spears came flying in their direction, the two at the bottom tried their best to kick and dodge them but they soon came tumbling down. 

She tucked and rolled to the ground as they fell—quickly catching the falling boys and helping them back on their feet. 

The three began their battle again—fighting off the hundreds of soldiers that came after them. 

She took them down with the flick of her wrist—soldiers falling to the floor in seizures or passing out. 

The Avatar flung people off their pedestals as they tried to climb up onto the rooftop they fell off of. He grabbed their bamboo ladders and handed them to the blue spirit. 

“Take this!” The three start maneuvering them together—creating the world’s largest pair of stilts. 

A fire begins to build at the end of their last stilt set by one of the soldiers. The girl attempted to snuff them out but they were soon forced to leap off from their makeshift stilts. 

But it was all in vain as they slid down the wall once more, still stuck in the base. 

The Blue Spirit took his swords and threatened them at the surrounding soldiers as the Avatar created a circle of wind around them—snuffing out the flames the soldiers were throwing at them. 

“Hold your fire!” Admiral Zhao demanded. “The Avatar must be captured alive!” He announced. 

Her head perked up with an idea, she stuck out her hand and the Blue Spirit tossed her his swords instantly. 

She quickly gripped the swords and laced them around the Avatar’s throat, staring Zhao in the eyes through her mask. 

Zhao stared back, gritting his teeth. “Open. The Gate.” He commanded. 

“Admiral—what are you doing?” 

“Let them out,” Zhao repeated. “Now!” 

The gates behind them opened and the girl inched backwards, holding the swords to the Avatar’s throat. The Blue Spirit helped guide her backwards. 

The trio slowly backed away, and the Blue and Crystal Spirits traded places after the girl promptly tripped over a rock—speedily switching roles and continuing to hold the Avatar at knife point. 

A sleek arrow pierced through the air with a small THUNK—the Blue Spirit was out cold. 

 He fell back, his head slamming against the floor and his swords drawn. 

A horn sounded back where the Soldier Base was and the girl panicked. 

She lifted up her arms and clouds of dust engulfed the area in front of them—creating a thick cover for them to hide under. 

The Avatar carefully lifted up the mask of the Blue Spirit—a gasp startled the girl as the Avatar raced back. 

“What’s wrong?” She hissed, grabbing the pass out Spirit and hurling him over her shoulder. 

“That's—he’s—” The Avatar stammered before quickly seeing the immense amount of soldiers coming right at them and the Avatar helped her carry the Blue Spirit. 

They ran into the forest before ducking behind a corner. “I think air travel seems a bit more efficient, yeah?” She said, creating a spinning ball of air and jumping on it. 

“You’re an airbender?” The Avatar had wide eyes as he created his own air ball.

“I’m Satori! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Avatar.” She smiled as they raced into the depths of the forest. 

The two airbenders waited in the forest until —who Satori discovered was the banished Prince of the Fire nation—woke up. 

“Aren’t you precious?” She squealed as she crouched down near a baby turtleduck. “Where’s your mama?” 

The two airbenders ran around the forest for an hour, searching for the turtle duck's mother with no luck. 

“Well…” Satori cradled the baby turtleduck. “I guess I’m your mama now, I guess I should give you a name huh?” 

Satori used her airbending to lift a cherry blossom, placing it on the turtleduck’s shell. “Your name is Sakura now, we’ll be best friends.” She told the little critter. “Satori and Sakura, the unstoppable duo…”

“I still can’t believe you’re an airbender!” The Avatar—or rather Aang said. “How did you survive the—”

“The genocide?” Satori asked, weaving a small purse out of leaves. “My family left the temples years before the fire nation invaded, it’s just luck that we were never caught or killed by nature.” She shrugged. 

“Why did you leave the temples, it was so peaceful there!” Aang replied. 

Collecting some small berries, she put the little turtleduck in the leafy purse. “My family has always had a lust for travel. We never stay in one place for too long.” 

“Are all your family airbenders?” Aang asked curiously. 

She smiled, shrugging again. “I wouldn’t know, I haven’t seen any of them in a long while. We all go our separate ways.” 

“That must be lonely.” 

“Hopefully not for much longer.” Satori gave him a cheeky smile. “I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” 

Aang brightened. “You can come with me to meet my friends!” 

“All in good time, I have things to take care of first.” Satori pet her new turtleduck. 

“Like what?”

“I saw a burned village on my way to rescue you, I want to help them first.” Satori grabbed a few extra leaves and tucked them in her bag. 

“I can help—”

“Your friends are sick Aang, you should help them first. I promise I can find you.” Satori took off one of her many bracelets. 

“How can you be so sure?” He asked, worried. 

Satori handed him the bracelet. “I’m the Crystal Spirit, I’m amazing and it’s honestly not that difficult—both me and scar-boy over there found you pretty easily.” 

Aang put the bracelet on. “I’m gonna wait until he wakes up, see you again Satori.” 

“See you soon, Avatar Aang!” Satori gave a wave but when Aang blinked, she was gone—just the chimes of her jewelry remained, lingering in the air. 

A/N: New Series! How are we liking it? Next chapter either comes out tomorrow or several months from now idk

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For once, I thought it was me.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate au where you can hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. Fred asks your best friend—Angelina—to the ball thinking she's his soulmate.

use of y/n

Warnings: Angst and just a lil' fluff

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part one / part two coming soon

A/N: of course the first thing I write is a soulmate au 😭—it's fine and I hope you like it.

"Angelina!" Y/n calls, running over to the Gryffindor table—almost tripping over her feet before placing a hand on Angelina's shoulder.

"Yes?" Angelina looked up from her conversation with the Weasley twins and smiled at her best friend. The Great Hall was bustling with noise.

Y/n panted, catching her breath as she fixed her hair. "Sorry—I just—I ran—oh god I'm dying—" Y/n tried to catch her breath before waving her hand at the twins. "Give me a second—continue your conversation..."

Angelina chuckled before turning back to George and Fred. "This is my friend, Y/n." Angelina introduced. "She's in Hufflepuff so I doubt you would've met her."

Y/n waved, stealing some of Angelina's water.

"Why haven't you invited her to some of our parties?" George asked, batting his eyes. "It would've been nice, seeing a pretty face more often."

Angelina rolled her eyes at the flirt, making space next to her for Y/n. "Yeah, I've asked her but she's not a huge fan of social events." She explained. "It's a miracle she's even in the Great Hall—why aren't you with Willow?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after Divination. Turns out my detention with Professor Sprout is cancelled!" The Hufflepuff said happily, still a bit red from George's flattering.

"Hell yeah!" Angelina cheered. "I told you she loves you."

Y/n smiled. "Yeah but turning her favorite plant into a pair of heels is pushing the line."

Fred cackled. "Y/n, You did what?!"

In her head, a symphony sounded. Him just saying her name sounded like an orchestra.

Pops of warmths fidgeted around her. She had always had a crush on the Weasley, and she never really knew when it happened. She hasn't told a soul and she never would. It was just— he always seemed so happy. She had made him happy, she made him laugh.

Y/n beamed as she explained how she had gotten too caught up with her conversation with Angelina about what shoes to wear for the Yule Ball, she had completely forgotten about the spell she was casting.

"Little Chéri's a troublemaker huh?" Fred teased, scrunching up his nose.

"Chéri?!" Angelina cackled—not a fan of pet names in the slightest.

George grumbled. "Fred has been learning French so he can impress girls."

Y/n laughed, taking a sip of Angelina's water again. "I think it's cute." She bit the tip of her thumbs, an old habit of hers.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, Y/n." Angelina commented, stealing her drink back.

The four engaged in conversation until a Slytherin tapped on Y/n's shoulder. "Uh—Y/n, I think I have a fitting right now." She said awkwardly, getting glares from the Gryffindors.

"Oh!" Y/n shot up, grabbing the last strawberry off of Angelina's plate before grabbing Angelina's pen—sticking it behind her ear—and running off, dragging the Slytherin with her.

"Hey!" Angelina protested, grumbling as she bit into her toast.

"What was that about?" Fred asked, battling Ron for the last corndog.

"Huh? Oh—Y/n and I are helping organise the Ball." Angelina explained, not seeing how Fred watched her run her fingers through her hair as she grabbed another pen to do her Potions Homework. "She's helping make and tailor people's outfits."

"Y/n?" Hermione clarified, popping into the conversation. "She's ridiculously talented, she made the dress I'm wearing!"

"She made adjustments on mine!" Angelina looked at Hermione. "I didn't like how bland my dress was, so she helped bedazzled it."

"Do you think she can fix Fred's dress?" George asked, earning a punch from Fred. "Ow! No seriously though, his tie is all wonky and his pants go way past his feet. Poor bloke's gonna trip!"

Angelina laughed, packing her stuff away and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Find out yourself! I have to go check up on the Frog Choir."

Just a couple minutes later, Fred heard oddly croaky choruses from his soulmate.

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Fred was trying to go the sleep that night, but all he could hear was stupid music.

When he couldn't decipher whether he was hearing it through his soulmate or if he was hearing it in the common room, he shoved his slippers on and slowly went down stairs.

As he peeked his head around the corner, he saw Angelina dancing with somebody—a CD player in the background as they laughed.

It was the same music playing in his head...Is Angelina—actually his soulmate?

He watched Angelina dance with her friend, practicing their dance for the ball before slowly going back upstairs.

Y/n and Angelina fell the floor in a heap, almost crying of laughter as Angelina stepped on Y/n's foot and then went crashing to the floor.

"So, are you planning on asking your mystery crush to the ball?" Angelina asked, rolling onto her stomach and popping the CD out.

Angelina didn't have a clue about her crush on one of the Weasley twins. Y/n refused to tell her, but she did give vague details about why she liked him so much.

"You think I have time for that?" Y/n questioned, brushing her hair. "Even if I did have the time to ask him, he's probably not even my soulmate."

"Who cares?" Angelina asked, exasperated.

Angelina was one of the people who couldn't hear music from their soulmate, it happened more than you'd think—about as common as dyslexia.

Angelina didn't give two fucks about whether the person she was dating was her soulmate, she tended to do whatever she wanted.

"Well—my soulmate is pretty cool too." Y/n protested.

"Well obviously!" Angelina retorted. "They has to be good enough for our Y/n"

"Oh stop it." Y/n laughed, throwing her hairbrush at Angelina. "I won't have time to ask someone and besides, I think he likes someone else." Y/n looked down, fiddling at the edge of her pink pyjamas.

"Your soulmate or your crush?"

"Maybe both!"

●●●

Fred woke up early today, mostly because he couldn't sleep. I mean, he just found his soulmate! This is the moment that everybody waits for, and it finally happened!

Fred was utterly in love with whoever his soulmate was. The two soulmates have sang duets with each other since they could talk—never making any action to try and find each other but Fred would be lying if he said he hadn't blasted music in his ears just to see if someone in the Great Hall would react.

His soulmate was constantly listening to music and singing songs, it comforted him whenever he heard it—especially since he's heard it since he was little.

And it was Angelina, a girl he was been trying not to crush on for ages.

Fred walked down the stairs, almost laughing when he saw Angelina.

Angelina and Y/n were completely passed out on the common room couches, paper sprawled out as they were doing a history of magic essay.

Fred shook Angelina awake. "Angie...Angie!"

Angelina fell off the bed. "What?"

Fred grinned. "I just thought you might wanna head to bed before the rest of the house wakes up."

Angelina rubbed her eyes before looking around—seeing essay papers, pens and her best friend, still sleeping as she sleepily held the tip of her thumb in her mouth and lulled herself asleep. "What time is it?"

"You have a little less than three hours before everybody else wakes up."

Angelina sighed, getting up and separating their papers and pens. "Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?" He said hopefully.

"Can you do me a favour?"

Angelina handed him a messenger bag with little bows and gold chains decorating it, he took it without question as she continued.

"Do you think you could get Y/n to her common room? This is.. um This is the longest she's slept for a while and I don't know how to get into the Hufflepuff common room."

Fred thought for a moment—but who was he to deny his soulmate? After all, getting into the Hufflepuff dorms were easy—having learned the ins and outs of practically the whole school.

So Fred slung the bag across his shoulder and walked over to Y/n, still sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you!" Angelina grabbed her own supplies and started going up stairs. "You're the best!" She called. "I'll get you a tailoring with her today! Is dinner alright?"

Fred nodded, slowly picked Y/n up, putting her on the couch so he could give her a piggy back ride to her common room. "Hold on..."

Almost as if her sleeping body could hear it, Y/n's body tensed up, making it easier for Fred to carry.

So Fred walked out of the Gryffindor dormitories and started walking in the halls to go to the Hufflepuff common room.

The sun had barely risen, shining dull lights into the hallway and Fred felt Y/n shift in her sleep—ignoring how his skin fluttered as her breath rolled on top of it.

Fred almost stopped walking as Y/n shifted once more, making a small whimper, trying to pull her hand closer to her face.

"Chéri, if you move your hand, you're gonna fall—okay?" Fred said softly, adjusting his grip on her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip.

Y/n hummed in response, tucking her head on Fred's shoulder as he kept on walking.

Fred was halfway to the common room—walking slowly as to not wake up Y/n when he froze.

Having her thumb clasped between her fingers around Fred's chest, supporting her upper body weight—Fred felt her head twitching, needing something to soothe her to sleep.

Not wanting to have to explain the situation to the sleeping girl or disappoint Angelina—Fred adjusted the girl, now giving her a piggy-front, letting Y/n head sit comfortably against his neck.

Fred debated checking whether his face was on fire when the sleeping girl began to press little kisses on his neck, trying to substitute something for her thumb.

Fred continued walking, but why was he so flustered?

Maybe it’s his soulmate’s best friend.

What was her name again? Y/n?

Fred knocked on the Hufflepuff dorm door in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff. Before walking in and taking the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.

Trying not to feel awkward, he searched the dorm labels until he saw it.

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Girls Dorm #207

- Susan Bones

- Lia Diggory

- Y/n L/n

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Praising Merlin that she didn’t have too many roommates— He knocked on the door a few times, jumping up again to make sure Y/n didn’t slip.

"Hello?" A small voice asked, a very tired red head opened the door.

Fred gave an award smile. "I have a delivery?"

The girl smiled before letting him in and pointing at the empty bed and messed up desk.

Feed walked over, clutching on to Y/n as he quickly flipped the blanket open and tucked her instead. Y/n immediately latched onto the blankets.

Fred smiled before looking at her desk—tons of dress designs a long with tons of reminders everywhere when a certain one caught his eyes.

The Weasley Twins Inspired Dress

Curious, he picked up the sketch to see that she managed to make a confetti canon dress, inspired by that time he and George covered the Slytherin team in confetti right before a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.

"I think you're cute together," Susan whispered bashfully, her cheeks pink.

"Oh no," her face fell when Fred denied it. "I already found my soulmate today."

"Oh I'm sorry." Susan apologised, combing her hair. "I just thought your h—never mind." She began to point at her neck before waving it off. "I assume you know how to take care of it?"

"Yeah! I'm planning on asking her to the yule ball!" Fred said, not having any idea what Susan was talking about.

"What? Ya know what—" Susan dug through her make up bag before grabbing Fred's arm and swatching some concealer shades. "You're lucky, you're my winter shade." Susan tossed Fred a concealer wand before shooing him out. "Bye!"

Holding onto the concealer, extremely confused, Fred walked back to him common room before going into the bathroom.

"Shit." Fred vocalised, realising why Susan Bones has thrown him concealer.

A light hickey lay on the side of his neck where Y/n had been.

Fred spent the next two hours trying to figure out how concealer worked.

He didn't understand it—instead opting for a scarf instead to cover up the blotchy disaster he created on his neck.

●●●

Y/n genuinely didn't question why she woke up in her bed and more concerned on her planner—you could see her running up and down the halls all day.

"Professor Moody, may I borrow Ron Weasley please?"

Ron showed her his suit for the ball. "Never mind, you're beyond help. Professor Moody, you can have him back." Y/n said, scribbling something out in her planner.

Taking the stairs, Y/n just started walking—flipping to the back of her planner to edit some sketches and ideas for dresses—not noticing the stair cases changing directions.

Walking up and down and sideways along the halls, Y/n kept walking until she bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" She said automatically only to be shushed by two voices. "Huh—?"

""SHH!" Y/n looked at the two Weasley twins.

"Why?" She asked, looking around to see nobody.

"I don' know," Fred admitted.

"We're skipping, so I assume we have to be quiet." George finished.

The Hufflepuff scoffed. "I'm not skipping. I did all my work in advance so I could focus of the dress making." She looked down at the planner. "And on that note—you have a appointment with me in two minutes. We can't be late!"

"Does that mean you have the answers?" Fred asked as he got dragged away.

"We can discuss answers after we're on time for our session."

"If it's our appointment, how can we be late?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. “It’s fine we’re almost there, Willow’s gonna be upset.”

“Who?”

Y/n dragged Fred near a tree where a small desk, mannequins and color swatches were, Y/n thrust Fred upon a little platform until tree branches began to swing around chaotically.

“Willow! Calm down! This isn’t Ron! This is a different Weasley!” Y/n started yelling.

“Willow? As in the Whomping Willow?!”

“Stop moving!” Y/n snapped, petting the branches. “Willow didn’t like it when your brother nearly killed her with a car. I think she has like— Weasley trauma.”

Fred cackled. “Weasley trauma?” A tree branch slapped the back of his head. “Hey!”

“She’s very sensitive.” Y/n defended. “Speaking of Ron, please tell me your suit isn’t as hideous.”

“Don’t worry— I just have a normal suit… I wasn’t sure if I should’ve brought it so I just wore it—”

“That’s perfect. Mind shrugging off the jacket and scarf?”

Nervously, Fred took off the scarf and jacket, revealing the concealer mess on his neck.

“Oh sweetie, what the hell happened to your neck!” Y/n cooed. "Goodness, let me help you. You're gonna break out... Accio makeup kit!"

"I have every shade under the sun, I'm helping people with their makeup too." Y/n waved her hand down. "Get down, off." Y/n stepped onto the platform as Fred stepped off, facing Y/n.

Y/n took a makeup wipe and cleaned up the spot before taking out a whisk and spinning it on the hickey.

"When did you learn how to hide hickey? Does that even work?" Fred asked, watching the metal kitchen utensil.

"Oh hush, it's common knowledge." Y/n pushed his face away, continuing to whisk. "It helps the blood disperse. Next time, put ice on it before it bruises."

Shade matching and blending it in, Y/n hoped Fred couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest as she finished hiding the red mark. "See? Like it never even happened."

Willow presented a mirror for Fred to see for himself, thank god because that scarf was very itchy.

"Now, how much are we thinking off the tie?" Y/n held up a tape measure and a sharpie, tucking the sharpie behind her ear. "It supposed to be around your belt buckle...Do you feel comfortable with it over here?"

Fred nodded, looking at her in the mirror more than him. Why hadn't he seen her more often? Has she been friends with Angelina for a long time?

"Lovely...okay do you mind if I take this?" Y/n took the colorful tie off Fred and held it up to Willow." Willow, this is Fred's tie." Willow held onto the tie.

"Okay just one second..." Y/n brought out a sheet of brown fabric and a sheet of black fabric and hopped onto the platform with him. She pulled the black one around half of his chest and the brown one around the other half.

"Okay so I think the brown is more flattering on you, I feel like you look paler with the black one—Hey!"

Fred's head started tilting to one side as he imagined Angelina and her hanging out—still in disbelief he had actually found his soulmate.

Y/n grabbed his jaw and moved it so that it faced her. "Sorry, I just need to see—" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused as Fred pointed at something in the distance behind her.

Y/n looked behind her only for her jaw to pulled back and facing Fred, pulling the same move she had accidentally done to him. "Touché," She smiled—desperately hoping she wasn't blushing.

"How long have you friends with Angelina?" Fred asked, snapping Y/n out of her mental freakout.

"Oh—uh, since first year. We met on the train." Y/n cast a spell to turn Fred's suit brown. "Yeah that looks better—you looked like you were going to a funeral."

“Then why do I never see you guys hang out?”

Y/n thinks before answering. “I like to keep myself busy, that or I just eat in the kitchen.”

“Why not hang out with Angelina?”

“Uh- Well Alicia and I don’t really get along so I don’t want to make it weird for Angelina. Besides, most of the time Angelina hangs out with me in the kitchen.”

So that’s why Fred never sees Angelina in the Great hall. “Why the kitchen?”

“Because the house elves love me.” Y/n smiled, writing her to do list. “Besides, I like baking.”

Fred stepped off the platform and watched Y/n write. “Do you bake any of the food in the Great Hall?”

“The brownies, but sometimes I also cook the ribs but I like baking more than cooking.”

Fred loves the brownies, he eats them every time they show up on the table.

“Speaking of food… It’s dinner, you better hurry before all the seats are taken.” Y/n starting putting things away and getting out a dress presumingly belonging to her next appointment.

Fred stepped off the small platform, checking his covered hickey once more before starting to turn around. "You aren't going to dinner?"

"Maybe later." She responded quickly, casting a spell on the dress. "Not hungry. " She said briefly. "You can pick up your tie by like tomorrow."

"Alright then, I'll see you around?"

"Sure. Angelina! Can you grab that?" A piece of fabric swirled away in the wind near an approaching Angelina.

Fred walked away, happy with his day and his fitting appointment.

(A/N lmao I have nooooo idea how to end these. Part two could be ready tomorrow or in 3 months, we'll see.)

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