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The Long Field Trip Home

After two months, my longest fic to date (12k words!) is finally done!

"The Long Field Trip Home" proudly features Peter Parker's field trip to Stark Industries, an in love Harley Keener, supportive Avengers, and bully Flash Thompson.

If you want to check it out, you can either read it on ao3 HERE or wattpad HERE

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Wattpad Account!

I've always been an ao3 writer, but at the request of one of my friends I have created a Wattpad account as well! All of my fics from ao3 have been cross-posted to Wattpad, and I will continue to cross-post them all in the future.

If you want to check out my Wattpad account (and check the guide I have made for my fics), my username over there is the same as here and ao3 (ValkCanWrite)

I'm currently working on the last chapter to my fic "The Long Field Trip Home". My next fic is still undecided....

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The Long Field Trip Home

Been working on a new multi-chaptered fic "The Long Field Trip Home" for the past week now.

It's a Peter Parker's field trip to SI fic, and the first four chapters are out on ao3 now! Go read it HERE

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Learning to Fly

Riding on the California roads is where Cat learns to fly.

A short one-shot originally written for the prompt "What it feels like to fly" for my creative writing class.

Also posted to ao3 here

The Californian sun was beating against the dark pavement. It was a bright and sunny day in July, and Cat felt like an exasperated mother dealing with a picky toddler who couldn’t decide what toy they wanted from the toy store.

“Jean, for the love of exy, would you just pick one already?” She said, annoyed that they had been here for so long already and tired from the long run to the shop. “We’ve looked at the same model already five separate times.”

“I think this might be the one” Jean said, finally, and Cat couldn’t stop herself from falling to the ground on her knees in happiness.

When they had finally sorted the paperwork out and Jean bought his and Cat’s new bikes, they were finally ready to drive them to their new house and surprise Laila and Jeremy, who were there waiting for them.

They had already been gone for the better part of three hours, and Cat assumed that after she hadn’t responded to Laila’s past several text messages, she and Jeremy were no longer buying the excuse that they had gone to the grocery store.

Speeding across the backroads, Jean hot on her tail, was where Cat knew she belonged. The excitement from escaping the harsher realities of the world and the pressure she put on herself could all wash away when it was just her and her motorcycle. Being able to have someone to share this experience with too,finally made Cat feel on top of the world. Laila had always been too terrified, and if Jeremy’s parents ever got word that he had ridden on a motorcycle, Cat would never see him again.

Cat looked for the first time in a while and basked in the glory that was the world surrounding her. The tall palm trees were swaying against the faint breeze, and the energetic dogs were barking at their owners whom they dragged out of their houses to hurry up to the dog park faster. It made Cat think of Laila, who had been wanting a dog for years and finally got her dream. It made her smile to think about.

The world was a beautiful place when there wasn’t the threat of finals or exy championships. Right here, on this bike, she could appreciate the smaller things in life.

Looking into her shiny new rearview mirror, Cat could see that Jean was having the same revelations as she was.

This is what life was made for. This is what it felt like to fly.

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Our Own Private Party

Hermione didn't trust Pansy. Not at all. So why had she decided to take up Pansy's offer to attend her party?

Also posted on ao3 here

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Hermione was not used to being invited to the infamous parties the Slytherins hosted, let alone attending one. However, something about the way Pansy Parkinson had casually invited Hermione, as well as Harry and Ron, made her very suspicious.

None of them had ever been close before. In fact, Pansy has insulted Hermione numerous times. It just wasn’t like her to invite Hermione to one of the Slytherin's parties without having some sort of scheme planned.

Something wasn’t right here, and Hermione was determined to figure out what. Unfortunately, she wasn’t doing a great job.

Harry and Ron had gone off a while ago to get drinks, but whatever they got must have been strong because they were already making fools of themselves on the dance floor. They had never even brought Hermione back the drink they promised to get her.

“Now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing over here all alone?” Hermione heard a voice beside her ask. Turning, Hermione came face to face with none other than Pansy Parkinson herself.

She studied the way Pansy looked down at her. Over the summer, Pansy had grown a lot, and the heels she was currently wearing only increased the height difference between her and Hermione.

Neon lights flashed manically against the pale skin of Pansy’s face and reflected across her dark eyes. They reminded Hermione of galaxies, colores swirling together and enticing you to keep looking into them.

At the sound of the music changing, Hermione’s brain finally caught up to the situation and she blinked furiously to get herself to stop staring into Pansy’s mysterious eyes.

“I’m just observing the party.” Hermione finally responded, face turning crimson in the process.

“Oh really?” Pansy smirked, “I think you’ve been observing a lot more than just the party.”

Hermione knew she should be denying it, but the look on Pansy’s face gave the impression that denying it would do no good. “Don’t be afraid,” Pansy whispered, “I’ve noticed how your gaze keeps landing on me every few minutes.”

“I don’t trust you,” Hermione said bluntly.

Pansy smirked again, and Hermione knew she was falling into a trap. “Don’t trust me? What have I ever done that was untrustworthy?”

Before she could respond, Pansy was stepping closer into Hermione’s personal space, scaring away all of Hermione’s logical thoughts and leaving an empty mush of nothingness in her brain.

“If anything,” Pansy continued, inching so close that Hermione wondered if the taller girl could hear her heartbeat, “you’re the one who I shouldn’t trust.”

“Then why did you invite me to this party if you didn’t trust me?”

“Why did you come to this party if you didn’t trust me?”

Unlike usual, Hermione didn’t know what to say. This was becoming increasingly more common when she was in the presence of Pansy Parkinson, and Hermione was beginning to dislike the feeling.

“You were intrigued, weren’t you?” Pansy asked.

Not trusting her voice not to betray her, Hermione simply nodded, her forehead almost hitting Pansy’s due to their proximity.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Pansy whispered, “the connection.”

Hermione nodded once more, and before she could react, Pansy was taking hold of Hermione’s wrist and dragging her further into the secluded dark corner behind the staircase. She didn’t even have time to brace herself before she was harshly pushed against the wall, her wrists caught and pinned beside her waist.

“If I was wrong about anything, please, tell me to stop” Pansy said, with an unusual note of vulnerability in her voice.

Having finally gained some of her confidence back, Hermione decided she was done waiting for Pansy. With her wrists still caught in Pansy’s strong embrace, Hermione raised herself up and firmly planted her lips against Pansy’s.

Within moments, their tongues were battling for dominance and their hands wandered wherever was in reach. Pansy glided her fingers through Hermione’s soft curls, and Hermione felt her knees weaken in response when Pansy gave them a light tug, effectively tilting her whole head backward.

When they had finally managed to pry themselves apart long enough to breathe, Hermione kept up her act of confidence. “I really like you, Pansy.” She said, worrying that Pansy wouldn’t reciprocate her feelings.

Pansy laughed, and Hermione worried even more that her fears were coming true. “Hermione,” Pansy finally responded, “I’ve liked you since the first moment I saw you.”

Hermione gasped. She was prepared for the worst and didn’t know how to act now that Pansy hadn’t rejected her. “You,” she said, ‘have?”

“Why do you think I’m always hanging around in the library?” She asked, “Did you seriously believe I was in there to study?”

Hermione found herself giggling, “I knew there was something suspicious about you spending so much time in the library whenever I was there.”

For what felt like hours, Pansy and Hermione hid from the rest of the school population in their secluded section; talking of both everything and nothing, exchanging shy kisses and frantic touches.

As the party died down and the music was finally turned off, Pansy and Hermione slipped out of the darkness. The only other students remaining were either passed out on the furniture or so drunk they couldn’t even remember their names.

If anyone saw the looks sent between the two girls as they hurriedly rushed up the staircase toward the Slytherin dorms, neither Hermione nor Pansy were worried that they would remember anything. And if they did, Pansy was sure to wreak havoc on whoever was bold enough to go against her or her girlfriend.

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To Be Alive

A triple drabble focusing on Jean and his inner thoughts. Also posted to ao3 here

Back in the darkness of the nest, Jean had never imagined his life would lead him to where he was now. His life was always cast in shadows, coming closer and closer to that final expiration date every time he stepped out of line and disobeyed Riko.

But now, Jean was in a vastly different place.

No longer was his life full of pain. No longer was his life full of anger. No longer was his life full of darkness.

When Cat had offered to teach Jean how to drive her motorcycle, he was beyond hesitant. To be trusted with a piece of machinery Cat clearly loved was a foreign concept to Jean, who had never been trusted with anything nearly as precious before.

But Jean had prevailed through his own self-doubt, and before he knew it Cat was gifting him the keys to his very own motorcycle that she had restored for him. It was the best gift he had ever received.

And just like Cat had said, sometimes all Jean needed was to take a drive and escape his inner thoughts. To escape the memories that still haunted him and the fear that he’ll never be able to overcome the trauma he has lived through.

Now, Jean found himself speeding down the highway with the California sun glaring into his eyes and reflecting off of his shining helmet. His hair was just long enough now that it poked out from underneath the constricting helmet and was swishing violently in the wind.

With Jeremy’s arms holding tighter and tighter onto Jean’s chest, both of them screaming their worries into the wind, Jean was reminded of what it felt like to be alive.

Jean may have started out as a raven, but his life now had never looked more golden.