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A/N There will be a part two!! The train was bright and cramped, rush hour filling it with people in business suits carrying pointy edged briefcases. Trying to get into the city at 7 o'clock perhaps wasn't the best strategy. "Why are we up so early," Edmund groaned, shifting in his seat next to me. "Because we told mum we'd be back before dinner and we're trying to fit as much in for (Y/N) before then," Peter responded from across the carriage, not taking this eyes off of the newspaper in front of him. "Cheer up, Ed, it'll be great fun," Lucy quipped, leaning across to make eye contact with Edmund. He stuck his tongue out at her and I gig

A/N This day has been incredibly difficult for me with the election results in and I know that it can't be any easier for you lot. Because of that, I decided that we need something to remind us that love has always won and will continue to win. This is the time to unite in our mutually understanding of love, and to not forget that. Give love to someone today, maybe a friend or a coworker or even a stranger. Just remind them that love is here to stay. It's up to us now. So here's a sweet lil story featuring some Captain America love, both of which are so necessary now. I hummed along to the radio, Ella Fitzgerald’s voice crooning out a

A/N wrote this in the middle of the night after writing essays all day so maybe not my best work. Totally AU but also not (If that makes sense) Basically, it takes place during the Blitz, but all of the Narnia adventures had already happened, so just bear with it please! Wanted to post something, getting back in the habit again! Thanks guys! ------- Loud booms jolted Peter awake, the china in the cabinet rattling dangerously. Disoriented, he looked around sleepily, looking for the source of the disturbance. He took in the small woman tucked in under his arm on the couch. 'We must have fallen asleep here," he thought to himself. A second ba

The studio apartment was silent, save for my tapping fingers on the keyboard and the city life outside. New York City could never be considered quiet exactly. A firetruck went by, then an ambulance. Their flashing lights temporarily lit up the room, illuminating the slumbering figure wrapped up in sheets on the bed tucked into the corner, next to the window and the fire escape. Most people told be a bed shouldn't go right in front of the escape, but I put it there in case Nico needed to leave during the night, in case he needed air and darkness in the middle of the night. He'd gotten better since moving in, night terrors happening less frequ

“What can I get for you, love?” the bartender inquired with a cheery smile. I fixed a large grin on my face as I ordered my usual of a large chai tea latte for myself, and a green tea (no sugar) for Pepper, like she asked. Ignoring the money she had given me to cover it, I paid myself, then went to wait at the side. The café I was in was on the ground floor of Stark Tower in New York City. It was designed as an ode to superheroes, appropriately titled ‘Café of Heroes’. Against one wall was a large painting depicting the actual height of various superheroes so little kids had the ability to compare themselves

My heart pumped irregularly as I stood in the crowded Room of Requirement. My eyes stared straight ahead as I watched the boy watch me. It had been nearly nine months since we had last talked and this was our reunion. There were no tears, no ‘I love yous’, no running. Just a lingering gaze and an on-coming war. Harry was speaking now, explaining how we would fight and where we should be. He told us we were to go to the Great Hall where we would meet up with the rest of the students. Moving with the masses, I began to make my way to the exit. A hand on my wrist pulled me back. “Haley-“ the voice said. “George,

Please come over.” Stiles’ last words echoed through my memory as I raced over to his house. When I said raced, I meant it literally- my car wouldn’t star so I was forced to go on foot. Luckily, he lived only a few blocks away. I had just been getting into bed when Stiles had called, sounding like he was close to tears. When he had asked me to come over, I of course had said yes. Ever since the Nogitsune, he had been acting so different. He had been closed off. He was letting the guilt of everything he had done while possessed eat him up. Worst of all, he blamed himself for Alison’s death. He could hide it well enoug

“Harry, where are we going?” I asked as the dark-haired boy pulled me out of the Ravenclaw common room. “It’s nearly midnight!” He just shushed me and led me down he winding staircase, our feet almost making no noise. I kept a nervous eye out for Filch or any other teachers who could be roaming the halls. “So far so good,” I heard Harry mutter in front of me. Almost as though he had jinxed it, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching rapidly. Harry swore under his breath and grabbed something out from underneath his shirt- a shiny, silver material in the form of a large cloak. Before I cou

The thudding base echoed throughout the studio as I danced, trying to perfect every move. Competitions were coming up, and I needed to be absolutely spotless. Today, I seemed to have brought my 'A'-game. Each kick reached my ears and every pirouette was landed perfectly. My black leotard wasn't bunching into my silver skirt and my bun hadn't loosened at all. I was on fire. I was aligning myself for my front aerial finale when I noticed a figure watching me from the doorway. Stumbling, I would have fallen and probably cracked my neck if not for the pair of arms wrapping themselves around my waist. Even so. I fell, landing on the person's ches

I struggled against my captors, the demons taking the forms of two state sheriffs. Each had a secure grip on my upper arms. Bruises would definitely show tomorrow. The rough cloth in my mouth was pulled tight against cheeks, surely leaving Joker-like chafing. I’d get identical marks on my wrists from the rope tied around them.  I was pulled roughly into a plain room made purely of metal. It was empty aside from a large chair with leather straps hanging from the sides. Beside it was a small rolling table with an array of knives. My blood ran colder and I tried even harder to get away.  “Ah ah ah, there’s no use tr