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obislittleone · 4 years ago

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Cruel Irony

7/?

Bale!Bruce Wayne x Reader

Omg I've been so excited for this chapter!!! It's kinda the end of phase one in my plot so yayyyy also big moments

Series Summary: Growing up on infinity Island, Moyra is taught very well in the art of assassination. As the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, she sits highly amongst the brotherhood known as the League of Shadows. When her father orders her to lure a stranger from the outside to be recruited amongst the mysterious clan, she will question everything she's ever believed.

Chapter Warnings: oof so much angst, i practically bathed in it while writing this. Also some mild violence but not too bad.

A swift breeze came across my face as it traveled through the mountains, making it's way down to the village on the other side.

Bruce sat beside me, prepped and ready for the day ahead of him. Its had been four long years since he'd arrived the first day, and my father, after much deliberation, decided it was finally time for him to swear himself to the ranks our own League of Shadows. He'd grown stronger than most men I'd ever met, and possessed a much more developed wisdom than I had. Not quite that ingenious as my father, but closely approaching it.

He seemed so calm and peaceful for someone who was about to devote their life to an ideal that they'd never heard of before they came here.

He radiates this gentle energy that few people ever could. Not only did he make himself feel calm, but simply sitting next to him, I did also.

Bruce had accomplished three out of the five tasks needed to be able to take the oath. I doubted he would have any trouble in completing anything, for in my mind there wasn't anything he could not do.

"I'm proud of you...." I murmured softly, laying my ahead against his shoulder, our height difference when we sat was far more noticeable than when we stood. He really wasn't that much taller than me as it were.

"For what?" He asked curiously in reply. Surely he hadn't done anything to warrant praise of any kind.

"My father has beaten down on you more than he did me, or any of the others here, and through it all you kept going. You never quit." I said with utter pride. He smiled down at me from an angle and nodded his head. He knew he took some harsh beatings while training, and through it all, he had a reason to stay, and a reason to smile.

"I thought about quitting once," he began, staring out into the distance of the fresh snowy mountains, then letting his gaze befall me once more, "but then you warmed me up that night."

I nodded and smirked a little at the fond memory. He had been shaking in my arms that night from the cold, and until the next morning he felt like ice. I kept myself wrapped around him like a vice, because it was all I could do in that moment.

"I'd never felt someone else's hands so frozen before." I admitted. It was years ago now, though it felt like yesterday. Heck, in nearly a few weeks, I would be approaching my twenty second birthday. It wasn't that big of a deal for me, having a birthday... or even aging at all. The facts in my eyes were that with each year, my mind would grow in wisdom and in knowledge of things I hadn't known the previous year. I would grow in my strengths and abilities as well.

"I'd never felt someone's hands so warm." He added on, returning his line of sight to the tops of each mountain, seeing the majestic white peaks glisten with the fully risen sun above them. It wasn't too early in the morning, but the affects of sleep hadn't quite worn off yet.

With a deep breath, I stood to my feet, patting Bruce on the shoulder before turning away. I knew today was one of his last tests, with the final one coming tomorrow, and I didn't want to be around when my father showed up to take him.

I'd been avoiding my father again lately. I sensed his evergrowing anger towards my very being, and since I could not bare to lose the very thing he found so horrible for me to have, I simply chose not to get caught up amongst the company of my father.

Hours had passed since my peaceful morning with Bruce, and though it had set a wonderful mood for my day, my father did eventually seek me out. He told me I was to follow him, so I did. By the time we reached the center training room of the large fortress, I had gotten to where my hands began to shake. Bruce was stood in the middle of the room, with his arms crossed behind his back to stand at attention.

"Bruce, this is your second to last test. I must know that you will serve your League to the fullest, obeying whatever order you are given without hesitation." My father paced between Bruce and I, and I wondered why I was to be here during this portion of Bruce's initiation. When I was tested, it was a one on one event with only me and my father. The last test is ceremonial, with an audience of the entire league, but this part was not to be the same.

"Bruce, you remember the snake hold." My father suggested. My head snapped to him when I heard him utter those words. The snake hold, famous for being a maneuver of pure power, was attained by gripping the victim on either side of their neck, with the strength of only one hand, you would sink your thumb into a certain crevice, breaking the neck of the victim instantly, and often killing them.

"I do." Bruce said softly, his heart rate was accelerating at a high speed, though you could never tell by looking at him. His outer composure was pulled together so well, but his mind raced with a thousand thoughts.

"Very well. Moyra, approach Bruce." He looked at me intensely, and though his voice was calm, the look in his eye held something sinister. His rage for me was clearly seen behind his facade, and I shuddered, but still did as told, taking steps until I was directly in front of Bruce. I kept my head down, not sure I wanted to see the look on either of their faces at the moment. I also wanted to hide my obvious expressions and signs of fear in my features.

"Bruce, execute the snake hold." My father said without batting an eye. Both Bruce and I turned our heads rapidly to face him, and only to figure out how deadly serious he was.

"What?" Bruce furrowed his brows, confusion ridling his expression.

"You heard the order, now obey."

My heart didn't even have a limit to how fast it could beat per minute anymore. I looked back at Bruce, and saw the pure anguish in his eyes. I trusted him with everything I had in me, but in this moment I was scared. Would he kill me for the sake of my father? Surely I would not survive this, for Bruce was more than strong enough to kill me with the flick of his thumb.

He looked me deeply in the eyes, and I believed he was conflicted. I'd hoped that in this moment, I would be strong and not show any signs of weakness, but seeing as though I was on death's door, I wasn't able to put on a face of bravery and fearlessness.

Bruce stepped forward, and for reasons I could not explain, I completely lost all ability to keep myself steady. I had to put a foot behind me so I did not fall, as my chest heaved with deep breaths every second that passed. My eyes had fogged up during this time, and now the tears were spilling over in heavy amounts. The wetness that coated my cheeks wasn't even distracting me from keeping my eyes on Bruce's. His eyes had become welled up likewise, but he tried to keep himself composed. His bottom lip even trembled for a split second, and he had to bite it to keep it from doing so.

"You must proceed, Bruce." My father's voice was like a taunt in my ear, ringing and echoing in my head to torture me while my life hung in the balance... and the person who held everything in his hands, raised his arm to do as he was told.

His hand wrapped around my neck so gently, it was almost as if he was caressing me like he usually did. His finger tips laid right where they were supposed to, and I couldn't help the whimper to escape me. The single sound that drew from my lips made Bruce weary, and he stood still with his hand around my throat.

"Go on, Bruce." My father was only a demon in my head now. His words haunting my last seconds.

I closed my eyes, bringing a hand up to rest on the one who belonged to the man in front of me.

"Bruce..." I whispered with whatever ounce of courage I had left. I would not stop him. If my life would end at the hands of a man, there is no other man I would rather let have that power.

His fingers ever so slightly tightened their grip, and in my mind I knew this was the end. I would die by the hand of the man I had put my trust in. The man I would have killed for to protect. He would be my undoing... but then,

"No." Bruce released the hold he had me under, his hand now lazily resting over my chest as he shook his head. He didn't take his eyes off of me when he spoke, and I was greatful for that. I could see the pain in his face that was fading slightly. "I won't hurt her."

"Very well then." My father smiled maliciously, as if this was his plan all along. "You've passed the test, for loyalty to those you've sworn to protect, comes above any order you will ever receive."

My father nodded once before turning and leaving the room with his head held high. I was unable to keep myself on my feet once I knew he was gone. I collapsed forward, into Bruce's chest, the tears I'd tried to hold back now coming down as waterfalls over my red face.

Bruce sunk us both to the floor, rocking me back and forth as I got all the emotions out in one big set of tears. I breathed in his scent, and closed my eyes, feeling somewhat safer in this embrace. The man who had the power to kill me, with his hand around my neck, completely ready to end my life in an instant, was now holding me close to him, stroking my back and my hair as I bawled my eyes out into his shoulder. He would never hurt me, and now I knew that for a fact... but he thought about it for a moment. For a moment when his fingers got stronger in my neck, he honest to God contemplated killing me.

His arms squeezed me tighter, and when I turned my head to see him, I could find that he was also crying. Not as forcefully as I was, but enough that there was a glint of gloss in his eyes.

"You almost did it...." I began to push away from him slightly.

"I didn't, though. I would never....." His hands were shaking unsteadily, like the night he fell through the ice, and he shivered intensely.

I nodded, but still had a small bite of anger in the back of my mind. Maybe I needed to calm down for now, so the after effects of this awful experience could wear off.

We sat on the ground together until the sun got low in the sky. We'd been there nearly an hour, and now it was time to leave. I went to my room, and Bruce followed me, but once I stepped inside the door, I blocked him from entering as well.

"I'd like to be alone right now..." I said, my voice wavering from all the crying I'd been doing. He looked like a kicked puppy at my words, but they had to be said.

"I understand." He murmered, dropping his head and turning to go into his own room.

I shut the door before I could even think of anything else to say. My brain was so overwhelmed with the events of today, and the betrayal of my father. For someone who preaches loyalty like it's the most important thing in this world, I simply could not bring myself to believe he had pulled a stunt like that. I trusted Bruce, but what if he had gone through with it? Would my father have even cared? Would he be glad to be rid of me? I had caused him some doubtful thinking, but nothing should ever warrant the death a child.

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I awoke the next day with a sore neck, not even as much from Bruce's hand, more from the tension I'd held all day afterwards. I hated letting the sun set on my anger, but I could not let myself see Bruce or my father until I had calmed down. I was still brutally enraged with my father, but I wasn't the same with Bruce. I was still a bit upset with him, but I would not keep it with me much longer, for the situation did not even befall me because of him. His hands were used in the almost execution of the order, but the order did not come from his own mouth, therefore the only one my anger should truly reside in is my father.

I wanted to avoid my father for the rest of my life, if possible, but today of all days would not be the day I could get away with such a thing. Today was Bruce's initiation, and if he hadn't changed this part, too, I knew exactly what Bruce would have to do to finally reach the point of swearing himself into the League.

I knew it might be hard for him, because he was gentle, and kind, and disliked bringing harm upon anyone who didn't cause him personal pain. He was good, unlike so many men in this world today.

I felt he had come too far to quit now, however I hadn't really had a chance to speak to him today, for when I knocked on his door earlier, he'd already left his room.

The attire of the League's army was quite beautiful, and whenever I got a chance to wear it, for group training exercises, or for eveb the second part of Bruce's initiation, I felt so powerful. The armour was black, and was a good contrast with the other clothing I normally wore.

After I placed the mask over the face, I pulled the hood up over my head, concealing everything in my face except a strip of light olive skin, and silver green eyes. I'd always been a bit thankful to look like my father, for everyone knew I was his child.... but now I purely hated the resemblance with a man that purposely wanted to see if my best friend would kill me as if I meant nothing.

Bruce was the only reason I would stay here, now. Everything else was not worth the while. My father did not care if I lived or died now, and every other member of this league would follow his every word.

Lining up in the grand room, which sat in the back of the fortress, the rest of the League members stood shoulder to shoulder as the ceremonial participations commenced. I managed to get to the second row of all my brothers, and just in the middle, so I could watch Bruce very well the whole time.

My father did not even look at me once during, which I was thoroughly grateful for, as I did not want to chance even glancing into his eyes. He went over every part of this ritual, this strange yet somehow necessary show of loyalty, when he reached the last part of it. Every ounce of training and development lead up to this single moment. The ways in which each person chose to finish this act was often uncomfortable to watch, but with Bruce, I wanted to see. He was such a sweet man, with a boylike quality about him. It would be strange to have to watch him kill someone, but for him to sustain his role as a member in our ranks, he must go through with it.

My father muttered some words of which I could not hear, and Bruce replied, but since I was in the second row and not the first, I was unable to hear what was going on.

Bruce looked hesitant when the man was brought out, a so called criminal kneeling down, with his head bent over. Bruce turned to my father once, and simply seeing his side profile I knew he was not comfortable for this part. I knew he wouldn't be, yet per my fathers orders, I was not allowed to warn him. Why I even still listened to my father, I would never know...

Bruce eventually took the sword from the hands of my father, raising it above the neck of the man they insisted he commit murder upon. I had not been aware of this man's crimes, for I was not usually one of the members that got to bring in the criminals. I never went on large missions unless it required every hand in the League to participate. Every part of this place held me back, really.

Bruce raised his arms, taking the long sword with him, and bringing it down quickly, but not onto the man before him. He used it to flip one of the firey flame stirrers into the loft, where the explosives were kept. My eyes widened, and as every member of the league beside me prepared themselves for a fight, I ran away from them all, separating myself from them to make it clear whose side I was on.

When I began to hear the crackling sounds of dynamite sticks blowing the beams of wood on the second floor, I began throwing punches to some of my brothers, using my sword to fend off others without harming them too badly.

"Bruce!" I yelled, throwing him my other sword, since he'd lost his own. He fought against the Ras Al Ghul Decoy, and knocked out my father, while I fended off the rest as best I could. Some of them went running away when the sounds of creaking wood became louder, signifying that the place would collapse any moment.

Looking over, my father was down for the count, and Bruce was now one on one matched with the Decoy. He was still a brilliant fighter, and Bruce had lost balance several times. I ran over to him, kicking the other man as hard as I could to give Bruce a moment to recoup. He was back in his stance a second later, and with both our efforts, the man fell to the ground just before a burning pile of rubble fell atop him, killing him instantly. The blood dripping from the side of his mouth, and the dazed, lifeless glint in his eyes gave me an alarming feeling, but it soon faded when I was being pulled by my sleeve away from any more impending danger.

Bruce pulled me along with him, finding my father in the corner of the room still, unconscious as could be. With his great strength, he slung the entirety of my father's weight on his back, nodding to me to lead the way. This place was coming down any second, and the further away we were from the explosion, the better.

I ran the fastest route to where I knew the most minimal damage would be done, but before I even stepped foot down the other pathway, the explosion hit, and the three of us were sent flying through the broken widows, and out into the snowy peaks. I landed steadily on the snow, the spikes that littered my forearms dug deep into the ground latching into the rocky earth beneath the icy flakes.

A second later, I spotted Bruce dive down the peak, and when I saw my father nearing the edge, my heart stopped. In this situation, my father was still my father, but if Bruce had gotten hurt trying to save him, I think that would be the worse outcome. He got to my father in time, latching his arm into the ground as well... but he needed help. He was barely able to pull my father halfway up. I slid down on my back leg, getting to them and reaching for Bruce first. He kept a hold on my father, and I knew Bruce would not drop him, but I wasn't going to be the one to heave him back up the mountain.

Once we were all to safety, Bruce picked my father back up onto his shoulders, beginning his long trek to the village. I joined him in silence, refusing to speak first. I knew there was a conversation somewhere, for the most previous event we just witnessed was worth about a million words. He spoke first, but did not speak of today.

"Moyra, I wanted to apologize to you last night... I just didn't get to." He said softly, and I barely even heard him.

I didn't look at him, and kept my gaze to the snow, utterly and completely distracted with other thoughts.

"Apologize for what?" I asked, as if I hadn't been living the last twenty four hours with him.

"Yesterday, when he told me to-"

"Oh..." I cut him off before he could even say it. I would much rather avoid reliving that experience for a while.

"I'm so sorry. You know I would never hurt you.... but I still put my hand on you and that wasn't alright." He started trudging harder with his footsteps, keeping his energy up so he did not drop my father.

"Thank you, Bruce. You're a better man than most." And it was true, for the amount of men known to apologize for something, especially when it wasn't even their fault, were far a few between. The number was small.

"I understand if you wouldn't trust me anymore." He added, to which I scoffed.

"Bruce, I just betrayed everything I ever believed in to fight on your side. Where my trust lies goes without saying." I told him. He smiled over at me. Even after all of this, we could pick back up and forget a fight ever happened. Bruce was my only friend now, and I would not put my trust in anyone else.

We walked quite a bit more over the mountain until we were able to see the village in our view. The sun was still high in the sky, so we didn't feel the need to stop. Bruce must have been tired, carrying all the extra weight, but I couldn't carry my father, nor did I want to.

"So the last part of initiation.... did you-?"

"I did, and I do not regret it." I knew where this was headed, and I didn't see any point in prolonging it, or even letting him finish for that matter. "But for me, it was personal."

Bruce nodded his head, satisfied with the answer, but I was not quite finished.

"I got to bring justice to the man who killed my mother."

In an instant he understood the very meaning behind my words. He wished he had been the one to do the same. He wanted to kill the man who had so brutally and viciously murdered his mother and father in front of him, at the young age of twelve.

"How did it feel?" He pondered. He had only ever watched the death of the man killed by a worker for Falconi.

"It felt... like all power he once had over me was given back to my own hands. When I ended his life, I had closure. The man who had taken someone important from me was going to face the same fate.... It gave me a sense of peace." I rambled on, thinking about that glorious day of revenge. Even now, I let my mind wander back to the horrible days of torture that my mother and I endoured. Thinking about the pathetic cries of the man who inflicted so much pain on me before he was killed by my sword gave me a reason to keep going.

We'd almost reached the village by now, and Bruce had walked my father over to a medic house before we walked around a bit more.

Bruce said he needed to find a way to make a phone call, and though there were few forms of technology here, he'd eventually found out about a landline that could be borrowed if we paid enough. Given the fact that there were needs to be met, I managed to pick a few pockets so we could get to the phone.

Bruce took a few minutes and then we were on our way again, going in a totally different direction than before.

I was somewhat at a crossroads for now. What was I going to do? Where would I go? I hadn't even thought this far ahead.

"So... I guess this is where we part ways for now, huh?" I asked, rocking back and forth on my heels to keep moving in the chilled air.

"Where are you going?" He furrowed his brows, like he was confused that you would go anywhere at all.

"I can't stay here.... daughter or not, my father has the right to kill me for treason." I said, pulling my lips into a thin smile.

He nodded, and tilted his head to the side as if contemplating something in that smart ol' head of his.

"Come with me." He suggested, and I knew immediately what my answer was, but he wasn't even done speaking. "Whatever we face we face together..."

"So we can protect each other." I finished for him.

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 6 years ago

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Sweet Pea//The Brightest Star

Sweet Pea walked into the darkened trailer and sighed at the emptiness. Flipping the switch for the living room on, an annoyed sigh left his lips when the room stayed dark. He dragged his feet to the lamp beside the sofa and flicked that on, before flopping down on the old sofa. He took his tie and suit jacket off, throwing it over the chair on the other side of the room, and then looked around. He stopped when he saw an envelope on the small dining table. He stood up, making his way over to it and looked at it curiously. It hadn’t been there this morning when he left the house, but it was addressed to him, he recognized your handwriting and traced his fingers delicately over his name, smiling to himself. Sitting back down he opened the envelope carefully and took the piece of paper out.

Dear Sweet Pea,

If you’re reading this, I’ve gone away for a while. But I suppose you already knew that. Hopefully Fangs has left the letter out. If he hasn’t, I’m going to kill him when I see him again. And if some random stranger is reading this, Hi, how are you?

Sweet Pea laughed as he read and wondered how you could be so you, even through a letter, however his smile dropped when he read the next part.

How was today? Wait, that was a stupid question, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there today, but ya know. Life’s a bitch. But I promise you I was there in spirit, holding your hand like I always do when you’re anxious. We’ll see each other again. I promise! And at least Fangs and Toni were there to support you. Anyway, I’m getting away from the point of this letter. Because I’m gonna be gone for a while I thought I would leave you some tasks to do to keep you entertained and out of trouble (at least for a little bit). And don’t worry it isn’t ‘do the washing up’ or anything mundane like that. But please do, do the washing up. Look after yourself.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Even through a letter she’s still telling me what to do.” He mumbled but continued to read.

“So. Do you accept these tasks? Good. The first one is a little mundane but I know you’re gonna need to do it if I haven’t been there for a while. Clean the trailer up, do the dishes, vacuum, wash your clothes. You can get rid of my clothes, just a few.

Sweet Pea shook his head, he knew better than to get rid of any of your clothes. He knew you would be annoyed at him no matter what he had thrown out. But he stood up, and made his way to the bedroom, whilst he continued to read.

Okay, so do that, and then when you’ve finished come back, and carry on reading. And I’ll know if you haven’t done everything. Don’t ask me how, I just will.

Sweet Pea placed the letter on the bed and looked around the mess of his room. He had no idea where to start so he sat on the bed and picked the letter up again, scanning the page to find where he was.

I know you haven’t done anything.

He laughed and continued to read.

And I know why. You don’t know where to start, so I’ll help. Start with opening your curtains. Let some sunshine in. And once you’ve opened them, open the rest of the curtains in here, you don’t need the lights on in the middle of the day (by the way, the light in the living room doesn’t work, you know where the spare light bulbs are, I told you before I went. But because I know you’ve forgotten, they’re in the cupboard under the sink).

“Curtains.” He mumbled, folding the paper up and placing it beside him. “Start with the curtains.” He stood up and walked the short distance to the bedroom window, pulling the curtains open. He smiled at the memory of you choosing them together, and then squints at the sight of the late afternoon sun. The past two weeks, he hasn’t really noticed the sun. He’s had other things to think about. He looked out the window and smiled slightly, knowing just how much you would be enjoying the sky right now, all of the colours swirling together. He knows you would be taking Instagram pictures about now, and he would complain about how you have other things to do, but really he doesn’t mind, because he gets to spend time with you. He can’t wait until he gets to do that again. His thoughts are quickly interrupted by the realization that his eyes are burning due to looking at the sun for two long and he swears, before realizing that if you were here you would have called him an idiot.

He stands in front of the wardrobe you shared, there’s more clothes on the floor than hung up and he sighs, before bending down and picking up a few shirts. He puts them on the hangers and back in the wardrobe, before turning around to tackle another pile of clothes. On top is one of your shirts and he has to sit down at the sight of it. You’ve only been away for two weeks, but he can’t bear being without you. He picks the shirt up and realizes its the one you wore when you first met. He remembers how he insulted it before he even looked at who was wearing it instantly regretting ever being taught how to talk. You had told him that it was your favourite and eventually over time, it had become his too.

He finished putting the clothes away, sorting the dirty ones out and putting them in the washing machine. He didn’t throw any of yours away, he valued his life. He decided to tackle the kitchen next, doing the dishes. The radio played quietly in the background, he couldn’t handle the silence, not when he had gotten used to you living with him. Your favourite song came on and he couldn’t help but hum quietly to himself, laughing at the image of you screaming the lyrics and dancing around the kitchen in his head. Putting your favourite mug back in the cupboard he remembered the day he bought it for you, he’d never seen you happier.

Finally he finished cleaning, and went back into the bedroom. Lying on the unmade bed, he knew you wouldn’t have minded, he would be sleeping in it soon, well trying to sleep. Picking the letter up again he started to read where he left off.

Yayyyy. You cleaned!! I’m so proud! I hope it didn’t take too long! I would have done it, if I was there. Anyway. You can proceed to the next task. Get a tattoo! I know you’ve been thinking about getting another one, so do it!

He shook his head. You had always talked about getting tattoos together but as always life got in the way.

Do it! And I’ve taken the liberty to draw you something that I think would look quite cute. Get it wherever you want (personally I think your wrist) but its up to you. When you’re finished, continue reading!

He stood up and put his serpent jacket on. Picking the letter up, he folded it neatly before placing in it his pocket and walking out of the trailer.

Two hours had passed and Sweet Pea had just left the tattoo parlor. He looked at his phone to check the time. 12:03am. You always told him that everything great happens after 12am. You had only said that because Fangs had told you that nothing good happened after 2am.

His fingers gently traced the tattoo on his wrist but he pulled them away, remembering the feeling of your fingers on his skin. Looking up at the night sky, he sighed, the cool breeze making him shiver slightly. Pulling the letter out of his jacket he started to read again.

Does it look cool!? I hope it does! Do you love it?! I hope you do! I can’t wait to see it! Now, I know you haven’t had a lot of fun in the past two+ weeks so I thought now is the best time. So have fun! Call Toni and Fangs and hang out with them. Smile, laugh, embarrass Fangs. Please, just have fun!

Taking his phone from his pocket he unlocked it and rang Toni. She answered instantly, but he knew she would. No matter the time.

“Sweet Pea?” She asked groggily. “Why are you calling so late? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine.” He mumbled. “Y/n told me to hang out with you.” He explained.

“Oh.” She replied confused. “Sweet Pea, Y/n isn’t there.”

“I know. She left a letter. I think Fangs dropped it off today.”

“Ohhh. The letter. So that’s what’s in it.”

“So. Can we hang out. I don’t really want to sleep.”

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll meet you at the quarry in twenty minutes?”

“Yeah.” He agreed and hung up. Toni text Fangs and they were at the quarry within fifteen minutes.

“What do you think that one is?” Fangs asked Toni as he pointed at the stars in the sky.

“How the hell would I know?” Toni asked and Sweet Pea laughed as he approached them. Maybe you were right about this.

“Hey Sweet Pea.” Fangs smiled sadly at him.

“Hey.” He replied.

“So. What are we doing?” Toni asked.

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “We can just chat. I’d like to chat.”

“Are you sure?” Fangs asked and Toni nudged him. “What, never talks about his feelings?”

“Shut up.” She scolded him. “What was in the letter?” She asked.

“Just Y/n being Y/n.” He replied with a smile. “She told me to clean.” He said and they laughed.

“Ha! She’s still bossing you about!” Fangs smiled. “What else?”

“She told me to get a tattoo.”

“Did you?” They asked and he nodded.

“Can we see?” Toni asked, and he shook his head, pulling his sleeves down.

“I want to show Y/n first.” He mumbled and they nodded.

“Sure. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Toni replied and silence fell between the three of them.

“Do you wanna go for walk?” Fangs broke the silence.

“Sure.” Sweet Pea nodded and started to walk away from the quarry. The other two followed quickly, falling into step with him as they left the quarry. Sweet Pea turned around just before it was out of sight, he could have sworn he heard you laugh, just like when he had pushed you in, you pulled him with you and he laughed loudly with you. He turned back, he didn’t like the darkness, maybe thats why he didn’t want to go home. He knew he could do all of these over the coming days/weeks. But his trailer just didn’t feel right without you there.

Fangs sensed that he was getting lost in his thoughts so decided to pull his friend out of them before they consumed him entirely.

“Lets go to Pops!” He announced and the other two nodded slowly. The walk to Pops was quiet, Fangs and Toni unsure of what to do, while Sweet Pea seemed to be reminiscing. Remembering how nervous he was on the same walk, the night of your first date. He had managed to recover from insulting you, somehow getting you to agree to go on a date with him and he had been nervous ever since. However, when you smiled at him, the light from Pops making you look even more beautiful than you already were, all of his nerves disappeared, being replaced by butterflies instead. Not that he would admit that to anyone. Sober that is.

After a few hours at Pops, Toni and Fangs decided to go home.

“Do you wanna come with us?” Toni asked through laughter.

“I’m good here thanks.” Sweet Pea replied, a smile still present on his face from something stupid Fangs had said.

“You sure?” She asked.

“We can stay if you want?” Fangs asked.

“No. Go. Go back to Kevin and Cheryl, they’ll be missing you.” He said sadly and they nodded.

“We’re always a phone call away.” Toni hugged him and he nodded.

“Don’t be out too late.” Fangs added and also hugged him. He nodded and they said goodbye before leaving. Sweet Pea stared at the half drunk milkshake in front of him, knowing that you would have had the rest within a second. He wouldn’t have even had a chance to drink it, but he didn’t mind. He knew how happy they made you and he would give you every single milkshake in the world if it made you happy.

“Whats next?” He mumbled and pulled the letter out of his pocket.

Have you had a good night? I hope you have? It sucks that I can’t be there with you. How are Toni and Fangs? I bet you’re in Pops! Can you remember our first date? I was so nervous I spilt my milkshake all over you and I thought you were going to kill me because I got it on your serpent jacket but you just giggled at me and I swear it was the cutest thing I had ever heard. I’m so glad I spilt that milkshake, even thought it was my favourite. But you’re worth it. Anyway. Onto the next quest! Yes, we’re calling them quests now! This one is gonna be difficult, but you need to do it. It’s better for everyone. Let go and forgive the people who have upset you (which may take a while but I know you can do it) Life is short, we both know that so forgive, and I think I know who you should start with...

“Sweet Pea?”

“Hi Josie.” Sweet Pea mumbled awkwardly.

“What are you doing here? Its four in the morning.” She rubbed her eyes.

“Y/n left me a letter of things to do while she was away and she told me to start forgiving people, so I thought I’d start with you.” He explained and she nodded.

“I’m sorry I messed you around Sweet Pea. You didn’t deserve that.” She apologized.

“Its fine. I never would have met Y/n if you agreed to be my girlfriend. I met her the day of the wedding.” He smiled fondly at the memory of you bumping into him at Pops, and then him insulting the shirt you were wearing. “She had such a hideous shirt on.” He laughed to himself and Josie smiled at him.

“Do you wanna come in?” She asked.

“No, its fine. I have other people to forgive. As you can imagine, my list is very long.” He replied.

“Okay. If you ever wanna talk, you know where I am.” She told him and he nodded before walking away.

Have you forgiven everyone? Good? Now forgive yourself. Forgive yourself for every mistake, every fight we ever had. Everything. Because I’ve forgiven you, its time for you too do the same.

Sweet Pea read aloud, the pale glow from the lamp gave the room a cozy feeling. But it didn’t feel cozy enough. Not without you beside him.

Finally, before I say goodbye (for now), I have one more thing for you to do. Be happy. Please Sweet Pea, be happy. Do everything you said you would and know that I’m always gonna love you. I’ll see you soon Pea. And whenever you’re feeling lonely, look up at the brightest star in the sky, the one next to it will be me. The brightest one is waiting for you, like I will be.

Sweet Pea smiled as tears rolled down his face, his fingers traced the small galaxy tattooed on his wrist. A big and small star sat close to each other surrounded by planets and tiny stars.

“I love you Y/n.” He mumbled.

“I love you too.” He heard you whisper. His phone buzzing pulled him from his thoughts and he looked at the text Toni had sent him.

‘we can see her tomorrow if you want, the three of us can meet at the church. we’ll bring her favourite flowers’

“I love you.” He says again and waits for your reply, when it doesn’t come he replies to Toni instead.

Thank you @statticghost for helping me edit this! You’re the best!!!

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A Change in Attitude Ch 5

Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3 , Ch 4 , Pairing: Fem!Harry/Draco Malfoy Word Count: 1516 A/N: As I promised, Draco is here! Yayyyy! I hope y’all enjoy. Btw there’s a lot of magical-plant talk today.

The entire break was spent in the library, pouring over the books that Hari had deemed possibly helpful. Two more of the books turned out to be close to useless, reading more like a fantasy novel than a history of the tournament, so Hari sent those back as well. Too quickly, however, the hour and a half passed them by, and they hurriedly packed up their things, books charmed to be near-weightless, and rushed to the greenhouses.

By the time they reached greenhouse two, nearly all of the other students were already in the humid warmth of the building. A few of the Slytherin students, Malfoy included, stared at the trio, who were still shedding their outer robes and putting on aprons.

Professor Sprout still had yet to show, as did Neville.

Hari looked around, trying to figure out what they would be doing today. While she didn’t have the natural talent with plants that Neville did, Herbology was somewhat similar to gardening, which she had always taken a silent comfort from.

Very soon, Neville and Professor Sprout entered the greenhouse, carrying many large boxes. They set them on the large table that divided the Slytherin and Gryffindor students, and Neville moved to stand by his housemates.

Professor Sprout addressed the class, waving her wand to distribute the plants. “Today, we will be tending to Surrexerunt, the magical version of what plant?”

Hermione raised her hand, and Sprout nodded to her. “Surrexerunt is the magical equivalent to a rose, and its properties depend upon the color of its petals.”

“Very good, Ms. Granger. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, for today, we will be pairing up with people that I have chosen for you, just to see if you can work well with people that you generally don’t work with in this course. So, find the plant with your name on it, and wait for further instructions.”

A few of the students groaned at the prospect of working with people not in their house, but Hari was fine with it, since generally Ron didn’t do much of the work. She walked up to the table, looking for her name, and quickly found it at the end of the table furthest from the exit. Her partner was Malfoy. Lovely.

“Hi, Potter. Looks like we’re partners.”

She turned to look at him, nodding her head. “Yep. We should just try and get our work done, okay?”

He smirked at her, and she thought that he was going to make the next three hours hell. “Sure thing, Potter. No need to make friends, but no need to burn the greenhouse down, Like Finnegan and Bullstrode are no doubt going to do.”

Hari looked over at her explosion-prone friend, and saw that his partner was an already annoyed-looking Millicent Bullstrode.

“They better not, otherwise we’re going to lose time to finish whatever it is Sprout is going to have us do.” She continued looking to see her other friends’ partners, and saw that Hermione was speaking quietly with Zabini, and Ron was standing in silence with Goyle.

“That would not be good, considering that you and your friends seem to have a hard time completing the tasks on time anyways,” Malfoy said teasingly.

“That is not my fault, I’ll have you know. Ron is just… Easily distracted,” Hari replied, giving a small smile.

This won’t be so bad. He’s being rather… Civil today. Hopefully it continues.

“Oh yes, I’ve seen the wa-”

“Alright, everyone, eyes front!” Sprout interrupted him, drawing their eyes to her. “So, Surrexerunt are rather temperamental plants, but if you use a gentle hand, they should give you no trouble. You will be tending the same plant for the next few weeks, with the same partner, and will be writing an essay on the properties of Surrexerunt and the differences that the coloring you have gives it. We will talk more about that later. But, for now, I would like you to pull on your light gloves, and start nipping off the thorns that have begun growing.”

Malfoy pulled his gloves on, while Hari grabbed the smallest pair of shears that were available to them.

“Potter, you’re going to need larger shears than that. You won’t be able to cut anything off with those.”

Hari shook her head, and started in on slowly removing the small thorns growing from the stem of the plant. “You can’t just remove the thorn all at once, otherwise the plant will shoot a slightly acidic fluid at you, which will only get more acidic the more thorns you cut off.” She gently stroked the plant around the area that she was currently trimming, which calmed the plant enough to allow her to trim it further.

“Where did you learn that?” Malfoy asked, genuinely curious. After all, Hari had never shown much expanded knowledge besides what they covered in classes, and this was a not as well known plant.

“I stumbled across a tome in the library explaining the differences between the magical and non-magical version of plants. It was rather interesting,” Hari replied as she pulled away from the plant, dropping the thorn that she had removed onto the small dish that Sprout had provided. She looked at Malfoy, who looked intrigued. “I could find it again for you, if you’d like,” She offered, then moved to trim another thorn.

“That would be nice.” Malfoy removed his gloves, and leaned onto the table. “So, why are you stroking the plant as you do this?” He asked with curiosity.

“Sprout said to use a gentle hand, so I figured that meant to calm the plant as we remove the dangerous growths. It would be painful if it were a human, and plants have some sort of sentience, so calming them makes sense, and also reduces the likelihood that the plant will attack.”

Malfoy nodded his head, obviously agreeing. Hari had already removed another thorn, her confidence having grown at dealing with this particular plant. He reached for another pair of the small shears, and moved in to remove a thorn. He slowly trimmed a small amount of the thorn, stroking the area around thorn, just as Hari had.

Within the hour, the two of them had removed all of the thorns that had grown from their plant. Hari took out her textbook, opening up to the page that described Surrexerunt, then pulled out her muggle notebook and pen.

Malfoy eyed the unfamiliar items warily, which Hari noticed.

She flipped open her spiral notebook, showing while not pointing it out that the paper was lined and much more convenient than rolls of parchment, and titled the page with ‘Surrexerunt notes.’

“Okay, so our plant has lilac petals, so we’ll need to know what that means…” Hari began, rattling off possible notes that they needed to take, while Malfoy listened to her and writing a few of the topics down in her notebook as well.

They spent the rest of the class making small notes from what could be found in the textbook, but knew that they would have to find a more detailed book if Sprout wanted more than twelve inches for the essay.

Before they knew it, Sprout was announcing that the essay was to be between 15 and 20 inches, and include the differences between a normal, white Surrexerunt, and their specific color, as well as the change made when the plant has its thorns removed.

“So, Potter, since we need the same information, we may as well meet in the library to do the research together,” Malfoy suggested, surprising Hari. While today had gone smoothly, she hadn’t thought that Malfoy would be willing to do research together.

“I suppose we could,” She agreed slowly. “Meet at Pince’s desk at 7 tomorrow evening?”

“Sure. I’ll see you there, Potter,” He said, turning to leave when Zabini called to him.

Hari frowned, still somewhat confused by what had just happened.

“Hey, Hari, how was class with Malfoy?” Hermione asked, bringing Hari her outer robes from where she had originally left them.

“It was… Surprisingly pleasant, I guess? I mean, we’re meeting tomorrow to do research in the library,” She said as they moved towards Ron, who had been standing and staring down at the table since class ended.

“That’s good. Blaise and I will be doing the same, except tomorrow morning. We both want to get a head start on the essay, since Snape will no doubt give us one tomorrow as well.” Hermione seemed rather happy, finally having someone as a partner who cares enough about schoolwork to go to the library in the morning. “Ron?” She asked, noticing that he hadn’t moved an inch.

“That was the worst class I have ever had.”

Hari quirked an eyebrow, thinking of a time when he had caused his cauldron to explode. “How so?”

“Goyle is… Somewhat intelligent!” He said, completely outraged.

“Honestly, Ronald, of course he is. He is a person, after all,” Hermione said as she pushed him out of the greenhouse and into the chill that signaled the beginning of winter.

Notes: Surrexerunt is Latin for ‘rose,’ or so google translate tells me. Don’t sue me if it’s wrong lol.

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