I've always felt a huge connection to the Phoenix. I can't even tell you when I heard of them for the first time. I've always gotten goosebumps anytime I see one of hear the story behind their rebirth. I had my night of feeling sorry for myself and now I'll work on rising again. I can only get stronger.
apuje Have you been keeping up with #TheFlash?
Great time styling the talented and beautiful @candicekp in this purple#Sandro suit! She makes my job look easy. 😍 #styledbyapuje #CandicePatton #TheFlash #IrisWestAllen
Because I'm curious to see if you'll make this hurt or if you'll make it fluff: while spending time in Iron Heights, Mick cross paths with Lewis Snart. The extent that they're aware of each other/their relationship with Len is up to you!
I am so sorry that it took me three damn months to get to these prompts! (Thank goodness I’m more or less done with school now.) This one was fun–I love the idea of Mick running into Lewis in Iron Heights!)
Len and Mick’s marriage was hardly a state secret. The minute it became legal they were in line with countless others who had waited years or just days to declare their relationship official in the eyes of the law.
Not that Len and Mick cared much for the eyes of the law. But they already considered themselves married, and the benefits of making it legal far outweighed their distaste for doing things straight. (Pun definitely intended.)
Unfortunately for Mick, news traveled fast. Even though Lewis Snart was far from being involved in Len’s life, he was well-connected within the walls of Iron Heights. So when Mick found himself serving a short sentence after a job gone mildly wrong, he wasn’t surprised to find himself face to face with the Snarts’ sorry excuse for a father.
“Mick Rory. Or is it Mick Rory-Snart, now?” he asked, his sneer eerily similar to Len’s.
Mick’s expression remained impassive. “Just Rory. Lenny decided to take my name. Somethin’ about the name Snart being tainted.”
Lewis’s eye twitched, but he kept a smile plastered to his face. “Can’t argue with you there. Him and his sister were always a disappointment to the family name.”
In that moment Mick would have loved nothing more than to punch Lewis Snart in the goddamn gut. Instead he glanced over at the guards, who were chatting amiably in a small circle, and took a menacing step forward. Snart stood his ground, but there was definite fear in his eyes.
“Listen up, you goddamn piece of trash. I got a lot of buddies in here that will help me make it look like an accident if anything unfortunate happened to you. You stay the hell away from Lenny and Lisa.” He tilted his head to the side, stretching his neck until he heard it crack. “We clear?”
Lewis stared him down, and for a moment Mick thought he might try to pull something, but then he glanced to the side and caught sight of a group of inmates and two guards staring him down and he backed off.
Notes: This is a Soulmate AU where soulmates gain the scars their soulmate has. There is a general desire and draw between soulmates when they find each other as well.
Barely three hours after Iris West was brought into the world her cries filled the nursery of the hospital. The nurse that went to check on her gasped at the purple bruise that came to her cheek before fading gently. Bruises never stayed, but scars would.
Joe West was almost ready to start a search that would surely end in a murder when the nurses told him. Someone was hurting his baby girls soulmate and by what the nurses recounted it was child abuse. He was seeing red.
Before Iris was a week old she would have her first scar. Jagged and right along her elbow. If he had to guess Joe would say it was from broken glass.
It was impossible to find the child though. There was nothing to go on other than a list of scars and although he spent hours searching hospital records there was no patient that matched. He was helpless to protect the kid.
Len and Mick had found each other when they were 14 and figured that was it. They had been in juvie and each had plenty of scars of their own already so it wasn't difficult to put it all together. More scars would come, of course, but they did their best to look out for each other.
Still, it was weird when a scar would show up that neither one of them could remember getting. There was a line on their ankles that looked like it came from a broken ankle, a medical scar on their side that neither had had done. It was strange, but they mostly wrote it off.
The thought did cross both of their minds that maybe they had someone else waiting for them but it was easier to brush that off. They didn't want to scar someone else with their history and if they could ignore it and pretend everything was fine they would rather do that. At least for now.
Putting your head in the sand only works for so long, though. For Len and Mick it worked for about 20 years.
Iris West was standing next to the Flash when they broke into S.T.A.R. labs. It was supposed to be a reconnaisance mission but it was so easy to break in they decided to push their luck. They did have a deal with the Flash anyway, if they got caught they figured they could work something out.
Mick was the one who saw the scars first, some nicks all up and down her arms and peeking out the bottom of her dress was a deep scar on her thigh. Len remembered getting that when he was 15 and tried sneaking out of the house to go see Mick.
They did make it back to their hideout without much incident, thanks to the Flash apparently having a soft spot for them. Maybe that would be good considering they were apparently the soulmates of one of his close friends.
"She's close with the Flash."
"I don't care. She's ours." Mick didn't know why they were even having this conversation. She was theirs and he wasn't about to ignore that just because she happened to be close with Central City's biggest annoyance.
When his family died due to his own stupidity Mick made a promise to himself that his soulmates would never meet that same end. He would protect them and kill himself before he let them go. He couldn't protect Iris if she wasn't with them.
"I know." Len scowled and played with his pinkie ring, staring into space as he tried to think through this new development. "I'm just saying we'll have to be careful. She's not going to trust us."
"Sure she will, she's our girl."
Len wished he could have that kind of faith but somehow he doubted it would be so easy.
It was only two weeks later he found out it was that easy though. Anyone he could control had been told to watch out for Iris and as soon as it got back to Len and Mick that a metahuman had grabbed her to lure out the Flash they were headed to get her.
"Captain cold and heatwave saved me? Why?" Iris watched them warily, staying as far back as she could.
"No." Mick grunted and pulled off his coat and then his t-shirt in one smooth motion to reveal a scared chest that mirrored Iris' own.
Iris' eyes widened and she stepped closer, one hand moving out to run gently over the scars on Mick's chest that she had touched and memorized for years. Iris looked over at Len with a curious look, sizing him up for a moment before some defense in his eyes let up and he nodded. She stepped over to him and pushed his parka down his arm and then slipped her hands to his shirt. Every inch of skin the fabric revealed held another scar that matched hers.
Iris leaned forward to kiss at the scar that rested over Len's heart gently and then turned to do the same to Mick. There was no more fear and whatever defense she had been building slipped away. Her soul mates had figured out she was in trouble and saved her.
The fact that they were criminals didn't matter. Knowing the kind of childhood had made it a lot easier to understand how they were led to this career. Iris couldn't even imagine who she and Barry would be if they hadn't had her dad.
Mick brought his hand up to her cheek and stroked gently with his thumb and she leaned into the touch. She felt alive. Of course there had been stories but she couldn't have believed being touched by her soulmate felt this good. The stories had nothing on this.
"I can't believe you found me." She smiled and closed her eyes to soak in the feeling for a moment.
"Dissapointed, sweetheart?" Mick asked softly.
"No." Her eyes snapped open again and her glare returned at the insinuation she could hear in the tone. As if she could be disappointed in who her soul mates were. Her eyes shifted from Mick to Len to see the same doubt.
"You listen here, you idiots." Iris poked Mick's chest hard enough to make him take a step back and being a hand up to rub the spot with a scowl.
"I have been in love with you since I knew what the word soulmate meant. Since I knew what these scars on my body meant." She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest. "I memorized and worshipped each one that came to my skin because it was my connection to you and I knew that at least you were still alive."
Iris remembered some nights that she cried herself to sleep because of how bad the scars looked. Worry would often fill her and she would worry another scar would never come. She didn't want her soulmate to be in pain but if he was still getting scars then he was still alive and with the amount she had she was sure one day he wouldn't be.
"I swore to myself that I would find you and kiss every single scar away and that hasn't changed. I didn't know I had both of you but I wouldn't trade either of you now for anything."
Her eyes were blazing and she took the step toward them, her jaw set with a certainty that left no question. "I will love you. Both of you and I am not disappointed by who you are."
She leaned up and pressed her lips to Mick's. It was a short, firm kiss and she pulled back quickly so that she could lay one on Len's lips as well. It took all her strength not to draw it out. The ache that had filled her since the second she saw them let up just a touch. There was a draw to them and a need to be with them that was stronger than it ever had been now that they were in front of her.
Mick chuckled softly and rested a hand on Iris' waist so he could pull her closer. "Didn't I tell you, Lenny? She's ours."
"Yeah, yeah, you told me." Len smirked and reached out to grab Iris' chin in gentle fingers and Iris opened her mouth to tease him with 'Lenny' when suddenly she was several feet away from her newly found soul mates. She could still feel the heat from their touch and she yearned to be back there.
Mick immediately growled and Len reached for his thigh for his cold gun which only made Iris roll her eyes. "You three are going to learn how to get along." Her tone was no-nonsense as she swatted at Barry's hands till he let her go and she started to walk back to the two criminals, completely ignoring Barry's warnings.
Barry had seen many of her scars several times but she knew he didn't know them like she did. Len's shirt had slipped back down her chest but Mick was still shirtless and she stopped just to the side of him and spun to look back at her best friend. Iris lifted her shirt up just enough to show some of the scars along her hip and stomach and waited for the look of understanding to cross his face when he saw the mirror image on two different bodies.
"Him?"
"And him." Iris said, nodding toward Len with a tone that warned Barry if he said anything wrong she wouldn't play nice. She could never hurt him, not really, but she also knew that Barry knew she wouldn't be happy if he hurt her soulmates.
Iris had never been one to dedicate her whole life to finding her soulmates but they did mean something to her. Barry would remember the way she would catalog her scars and the way she would never get serious with anyone because they weren't her soulmate. When her dad had wanted to teach her to defend herself she learned for herself, for Barry, but also so that she could chase away her soulmates bullies if she ever met them. She had always wanted to hurt whoever had hurt her soulmates, even more after the night Joe sat her down and explained how many of those scars most likely came to be.
Barry nodded slowly, looking back and forth between the two criminals even he knew had good in them, and stepped back. "You're going to be the one to tell Joe." He grinned.
Iris rolled her eyes again and shrugged before turning back to Len and Mick, barely waiting to hear Barry speed off. One of her hands moved down to take Len's hand off of his cold gun while the other went the fist Micks' was making.
"He's not going to take me anywhere." Her lips quirked and her eyes turned playful as she looked at Mick and then glanced at Len to see any anger that was there fade away fast. "I'm yours, remember?"
Just got to see and talk to the bae. <33 I love being able to see her, I can’t wait for the day I can go down there and snuggle up with her and kiss her.
violettbeane “Let’s Go” by The Cast of The Flash. From the last night of shooting for the season at the dusty and ❄️fReeZiNg❄️ cement plant!!@cwtheflash PC: Liz Dubney
“Look at little Emma and her future husband! SO cute!”
(literally two 3 month olds flailing on a baby mat)
“Ooh, a friend? Is Samantha your GIRLFRIEND, Johnny?”
(4 year old boy expressing he has made a friend at school)
“You’ve been friends with Michael for a while now haven’t you? Would you like to marry him when you’re older?”
(8 year old girl, male best friend)
There's a show called Prison Break that uses the same actors who play captain cold and heatwave. (I haven't seen it so I don't really know much other than that.) I just thought you would like to know. Have a great day. (:
omg i’m going through my askbox and a sweet anon sent me this like two months ago. i’m sorry i never responded to you, nonnie! i’m actually watching it with my girlfriend right now and we’re almost to the end of season one. it is FANTASTIC and i high recommend it :D
There are a lot of Harry Potter theories that have existed in the series’ fandom, such as Snape being a vampire or Sirius and Remus being secret lovers. Many of these theories have been contradicted by the books themselves, and others seem to have little evidence supporting them in canon.
One such theory, however, bears notice. Draco Malfoy is an annoying antagonist throughout all seven Harry Potter books, but noticeably less so in the sixth and seventh. Presumably, he stops his sophomoric pranks as a consequence of his highly stressful year-long assignment to play a key role in the assassination of Albus Dumbledore.
However, there may be an even more powerful reason for the trajectory of Draco’s character development in these latter books. This is that between the fifth and sixth books, directly after Lucius Malfoy has failed to retrieve the prophecy, Voldemort allows Fenrir Greyback to bite his son, Draco.
We’ve gone back through the 6th and 7th books, and compiled some of the most convincing evidence below:
Draco is not a Death Eater
At the beginning of the 6th book when Harry is hiding in Borgin and Burkes, Draco threatens Borgin, and shows him something on his arm. Harry thinks the thing on Draco’s arm is a Dark Mark, but we never see this.
Harry always immediately assumes things and they turn out to be false. If Harry wakes up in the middle of the night months later it is usually right, or if he talks about it with Hermione and Hermione gets it, then it’s right. Hermione doesn’t think Draco is a Death Eater, so he probably isn’t.
Another reason Draco probably doesn’t have a Dark Mark is that at the end of the sixth book there is a barrier to the Astronomy Tower that you can only pass through if you have a Dark Mark. This barrier goes up immediately after Draco goes up to the tower, and comes down just before he goes down.
Additionally, Draco is never treated as a Death Eater (and there is no reason for Voldemort to give Draco a Dark Mark).
So what is he?
One ongoing arc in the 6th book is that Draco is sickly and stressed out. This is supposedly because of his quest, but Rowling does this misdirection a lot.
Fenrir Greyback is introduced as a character who specifically punishes people who’ve messed up by biting their children. Remus Lupin is explicitly mentioned as an example of this. Why set this up if not to use it later?
Relatedly, Lucius’s demonstrated punishments do not seem severe enough for his transgressions at the end of the 5th book, by the standards we are supposed to expect from Voldemort by this point in the series. It is also important to keep in mind that Lucius also mishandled Riddle’s Diary, resulting in the destruction of one seventh of Voldemort’s soul. It is likely that Lucius’s additional punishment was unspeakably terrible.
Voldemort says, “Maybe you can babysit the cubs,” to Draco when the Death Eaters find out that Remus and Tonks are having a baby. This is a throwaway if he is not a werewolf.
For us, the nail in the coffin is that, while showing Borgin the mark on his arm, Draco says that Fenrir Greyback is a close personal friend and he’d hate for him to have a to pay a visit.
And if the thing on Draco’s arm in Borgin & Burkes’ was not a Dark Mark (which it’s not), what else could he have possibly shown Borgin to make him so frightened?
Finally, Rowling has said in an interview that one scene in the third movie, there was a moment that foreshadowed something she knew was coming that gave her chills. In that movie, Draco impersonates a werewolf and does a wolf howl.
This also works for the arc for the flipping of the Malfoy family, who take care of themselves instead of following Voldemort. It makes more sense for them to throw away decades of servitude if one of them has been turned into a half-blood, making them idealogically incompatible with Voldemort’s pure-blood regime.
So why hide it?
There is precedent for J.K. Rowling revealing only the tip of the iceberg in some of her characterizations. For example, Rowling was originally going to write a whole arc about Dean Thomas’s family, but instead she focused on Neville. Additionally, Dumbledore’s love of Grindelwald is never addressed during any of the books, and was only revealed by J.K. Rowling during a Q&A after all the books had been published. There are likely many other elements of the story that have been left behind the scenes for one reason or another. It may be entirely possible that Draco’s reveal was planned for the seventh book, for example, but got cut for pages.
Rowling has new content being released by book, and could be saving this to reveal on Pottermore for the seventh book.
One reason this would be really cool:
It makes Draco’s relationship with Snape even more interesting if Draco is relying on him for Wolfsbane potion.
What you need to know about Obama’s new letter of guidance for transgender students.
the administration has determined that the designation of “sex” in Title IX protections also includes gender identity, which means that if public schools don’t comply with these protections, they lose federal funding
transgender students are only required to have their parent or guardian contact the school district to notify them that their identity differs from what is previously on record
these students do not need to provide a medical diagnosis, identification documents, or any other information regarding their transition
transgender students must be accommodated even when it makes others students uncomfortable
transgender students can be offered the use of single stall restrooms, but if other students are not required to use them, then they aren’t required, either, and specifically mentions that if a student is uncomfortable sharing a restroom with a transgender person they can be offered a single stall restroom
these protections also cover correct pronoun use as well, along with other guidelines
The student can notify the school themselves, without need for a parent/ guardian
The same clause that clarifies pronoun use also applies to the student’s chosen name.
In a situation where classes are split by sex (ie, healtg class), the student should be included in the class that fits their gender identity.
The bathroom thing also goes for locker rooms.
On overnight trips the student should be roomed with others of their identifying gender, and schools are expressly forbidden from requiring them to have a single room or separate quarters unless the student wants them.
Asdfghkllhdaa omg babe well tbh if we’re being serious vibe would win. Barry is fast but eventually vibe will catch him and in a heartbeat can tear his powers away from him plus vibe fully comprehends the flashes powers and knows them inside and out c: flash can’t say the same for vibe ehehehehhehehee
So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?
Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.
Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.
Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.
Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).
Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.
Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.
Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.
Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”
Imagine Harry returning with Warrington’s body, and the crowd realizes what’s happened, but Warrington’s parents don’t show up. There’s no one to mourn him, to cradle him in their arms and cry for their son. The Slytherins know why. His parents were Death Eaters, too.
Imagine Slytherins reaching out, asking for help from classmates from other houses. They’re terrified, truly terrified because the being their parents claimed would never hurt them because they’re pureblood, they realize that he does not care.
Imagine Slytherins in the 5th book sneaking off to join Dumbledore’s Army, to learn more about who Voldemort is without their parents acting as a filter.
Imagine the shock when they’re told what he’s really done.
Imagine that a few talented Slytherins went with Harry and the others into the Ministry of Magic. The others are a bit wary but they prove themselves as friends.
Imagine them being confronted by Lucius Malfoy in the the Hall of Prophecy, and when the Death Eaters descend, they know that any one of them could be their parents.
Imagine the shocked gasp of a Death Eater as they realize their own child, a pureblood, is standing defiantly with Harry Potter. They choke back a cry. They can’t let their child know that they were about to duel to the death.
Imagine a DA Slytherin facing off against their own Death Eater parent. That they make the decision to let their child defeat them, because in that moment, they realize that they love their child more than they fear Voldemort. They go down, mask unveiled, and the Slytherin kid has to be dragged from the fight before he gets killed.
Imagine Book 6 Slytherins getting more friendly and cooperative with the other houses. Two years of Voldemort terrorizing the muggle and Wizarding world, two years where their parents just up and leave some days, cringing from the pain in their arm, two years after the death of the first Slytherin pureblood, Cassius Warrington, killed by Voldemort’s right-hand man, and they’re slowly hitting the breaking point.
Imagine Slytherin kids keeping tabs on their parents, sending the information to Harry, who shares it with the Order of the Phoenix, and hoping that their parents won’t be killed.
Imagine Book 7 Slytherins low-key rebelling against the new oppressive Hogwarts staff.
Imagine the final siege on Hogwarts, where Slytherins stand proudly by their fellow houses, knowing full-well they could be fighting their own parents. Some Slytherins know their parents were in the fighting. They hope to find them first and sneak them away. Their fellow students understand. Professor McGonagall allows 7th Year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, to duel a death eater in her stead; her father is under that veil. She knows it.
Imagine the aftermath of the battle; every house suffered loses. Slytherin students crying over the deaths of friends they made in every house.
Imagine a Cassius Warrington statue made in his honor, the first Slytherin to fight and die nobly with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, in the face of ultimate evil. He was a true Slytherin, and it’s in his name that Slytherin children and their families have cut all ties with the Death Eaters, denounced Voldemort, and are finally living in peace.
Imagine a story in which Harry wasn’t in love with his fellow champion’s girlfriend, but after her boyfriend’s death just hugs her so long, so hard, and says “he wanted to win for you. You should know–you should know he won, he did it for you” and gives her the best hug and shoulder he knows how to be because her parents aren’t there either and she must know why.
Imagine Harry staring over her head at everyone else until Hermione steps up–it doesn’t take long, but it takes long enough that when she does all eyes are on her as a source of motion–and says “we’re never going to forget this. They’re not going to get away with it” and the girlfriend just latches onto Hermione and everyone is in wands-out stance convinced she’s about to attack the shit out of Hermione, and then the girlfriend stares into her eyes and says “do you promise me” and Hermione just gives her this super-firm nod and says “I promise” and the girlfriend just collapses on her, sobbing.
Imagine Dumbledore trying to give some flowery speech about inter-wizard solidarity while glossing over why, because Slytherins have always been a touchy subject, and Ron gets to his feet and says “Professor, I need to say something important” and Dumbledore is so surprised he just cedes the floor, and Ron–after that awkward moment when he realizes everyone is staring at him–says he didn’t know Warrington particularly, but he knows how Warrington and Harry played. That each was always cheering on the other. Both wanted to win, but neither was willing to undercut the other by underhanded means. He finishes up saying “I think–I think it’s important everyone should know he died being what a champion should be. Because he could have abandoned Harry and instead he stood up with him to play the game the honest way, and he died for it. And–and Slytherin House should be proud, and we should all be proud, because Warrington was a good bloke.” He sits back down all flustered because he didn’t actually stand up meaning to make a speech. And then Pansy Parkinson stands up before Dumbledore can take back control of the room and says “I want to tell Weasley thank you.” And all of Slytherin House raises a glass–to Warrington, to Weasley, to Potter–and the other houses follow suit. Many years later, Wizarding scholars will say that was the moment Voldemort truly lost.
Imagine later that summer. Harry gets several owls on his birthday, all unsigned. The birds are plump and pretentious and well-cared-for. He will never know which Slytherins sent him their treasures: parchments with hexes developed by the Death Eaters; a strange locket that will only open if he whispers a special spell but that always shows him the picture he most needs to see; a page torn from a potions book that, brewed properly, will allow him extra time to summon a Patronus by giving him a few crucial seconds not just of happiness but of bliss. It doesn’t matter. Harry knows these gifts not as birthday gifts but for what they really are, and he treasures the locket and copies out the potion to send to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, and when first summoned by the Order of the Phoenix he marches straight up to Dumbledore with the hexes and says “I can’t tell you where I got these, Professor. But they’re in use by the Death Eaters and I think you should have them.” Months later, Sirius will recognize the spell Bellatrix shoots at him, and will dive out of the way just in the nick of time.
The final battle. Everyone is there. Sirius somehow ends up herding a group of Slytherins. They all stare at him and he at them, across a centuries-old divide Voldemort has only succeeded in deepening. Then he remembers the hexes. Harry’s locket, now tucked under Sirius’ shirt because Harry’s friends are with him in this battle but most of Sirius’ are dead. The moment that happiness potion saved Remus’ life, his very soul. Snape’s final words to Harry, finally seen not as mockery but real true advice. What Harry said Voldemort said–his first words in his new form. They are kids, and they are sharing the same kind of hurt he once wouldn’t admit to, watching his mother burn his name off the family tree. “When we go in there, it’s going to be hell,” he tells the Slytherins. “Some of you are probably going to die. I might go down too, and if I do I want your best curser in the front. But I want you all to remember one thing. There are no spares.” Later retellings of the battle never fail to mention the moment a group of angry, screaming teens burst into the Great Hall, wearing their green and silver as the badge of honor it should be, shouting NO SPARES, NO SPARES at the tops of their voices in between hexes and curses and the occasional physical punch. When Hermione is present, she always interrupts the storyteller to be sure everyone knows about the moment Blaise Zabini shoved her to the floor, dropped on top of her, fired off three curses in rapid succession and said “stay alive, Granger, we need you” before jumping back to his feet and vanishing into the melee–how, for all anyone knows, those may have been his last words, and she will not let his sacrifice go unnoted.
The aftermath. Malfoy holds out a hand to Sirius, badly injured on the floor. Sirius asks how Malfoy is willing to trust him. Malfoy nods at his chest. “You’ve got my godfather’s locket,” he says, and when Sirius and Harry finally speak after the battle Harry gives his full agreement to the very first thing out of Sirius’ mouth. They give the locket to Malfoy. Sirius grits his teeth and closes his eyes and opens them and says “He probably saved my life, giving Harry that.” He doesn’t say thank you. Malfoy hears it anyway.
The school reopens under a single banner: the four Houses united. The House rivalry is reduced to just that–a competition in fun–with those deep divides slowly healing to scars, and eventually away to nothing at all.
Jax & Len, AU in which they're related (like Jax's dad or mom is Len's cousin?)
Fic: No Place Like Home (AO3 link)Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, FlashPairing: Jax & Len & Mick (friendship); Mick Rory/Leonard Snart (Coldwave)
Summary: In which being in the same family as a wanted criminal mastermind makes things a little more complicated, but not really.
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Jax is maybe six or seven years old when he meets his infamous cousin Lenny. Old enough to know what it means when the kids at school make fun of him for not having a dad or when Mom says they’re having some “money trouble” and she’s going to be working double shifts again, young enough to still spend most of his time playing with the other boys out in the street and think he needs little else.
He goes inside for a drink – Central City is having a heat wave and it’s blistering outside – and hears his mom crying in the kitchen.
Jax immediately beelines straight there, ready to fight anyone who upset his momma, but then pauses when he sees that Mom’s smiling and shaking her head while Grandma’s in about the same state, patting her hands and smiling through her tears. The guy sitting in front of her is pretty big, bigger than she is and either white or close enough to pass, but his shoulders are up by his ears and he’s ducking his head in the exact same way Jax and everyone else he knows always does when confronted by the combined forces of his mother and Grandma Louise, so Jax figures he can’t be that much of a threat.
“I can’t,” his Mom is saying, wiping the tears off her face. “Really, Lenny, this is too much.”
“It really isn’t,” the guy says firmly. Jax has got to respect that; no one stands up to Mom and Grandma Louise, except maybe Great-Aunt Josephine but that’s because it’s Great-Aunt Josephine and she could make sharks flee in terror. “You were the only people in the family that stuck around after Mom refused to divorce Dad,” the guy continues. “You were the ones who paid for Lisa to go away to summer camp so she wouldn’t be home alone when I got stuck in juvie that year, and I know that didn’t come cheap at a time when you already had too many bills to pay. This is just my way of repaying that.”
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