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Harv once again found himself in the same blue vacuum of space. Paper stars now hung in the air, perhaps it was night. Did dream worlds even have a night and day? It was then Harv realized he was alone. For once he wasn't being pestered by his subconscious. It had worked! He didn't have to worry about his soul again. Faintly he heard a disgruntled quack. With reluctance, he walked across the room. It seemed endless as he passed row after row of yellow paper stars. Eventually, he reached the source of the noise.

'Curse you dog!' The duck flapped angrily at a floating image of a puppy. 'You've ruined everything! All that progress- poof! Gone.' It glared at the puppy, which smiled vacantly. Harv shifted uncomfortably in the bizarre silence. 'You take that back vile fiend!' Another pause. 'How dare you! You have no idea the trouble you've caused.' Harv backed away slowly. Now would be a good time to wake up.

+ o +

Harv happily doodled on his desk. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel guilty. It was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

"Harv." He hummed a tuneless song as he added another wing to his dragon. "Harv!" He looked up to see Finn at his desk. "The bell rang, class is over." Harv nodded and packed up his things. The two meandered into the courtyard with their lunch. "You're in a good mood today." Finn commented. "I'm surprised you haven't started to freak out over finals." He groaned. "This is so stupid. when will I ever have to use a weapon, let alone be tested on it in the real world."

"Wait, when's finals?" Harv said through a mouthful of apple. Finn cringed at his lack of manners and daintily tossed a napkin at Harv.

"In, like, three weeks. Weren't you paying attention in class?" Finn took Harv's now vacant stare as a no. "Geez, what would you do without me? Lord teacher said it will be a two part exam this year. A written test and a field test." Finn shook his head.

"What do you mean written test? Like true/false?" Finn stared at Harv incredulously.

"No; an essay, worth half the exam." Finn downed the last of his juice. "It's on battle tactics or something like that. It should be a breeze for you."

"An essay!?" Harv moaned. "I can't do an essay!"

"Of course you can." Finn scoffed. "Why wouldn't you?"

"But, and essay means you have to use large words. On paper!" Harv held his face in his hands. So much for his great day. "I can't write that stuff." He mumbled.

"What did you say?" Finn gasped. The bell rang through the school.

"Arggh~ See you after 5th period." Harv half-heartedly waved.

"Wait, Harvey!"

+ o +

Harv couldn't write. This thought clung to Finn's mind as he plucked the strings on his harp. Harv couldn't write!? How could he have gotten this far without writing? It was a staple of English society for crying out loud! The only people who couldn't write were lowly peasants. He unconsciously played a sour note.

Well it was simply impossible for Harv to not write. He was just exaggerating. Still, if he really couldn't write an essay... I chill had worked its way through his body and settled unpleasantly in his stomach.

"That's a sorry tune you're playing." Shad sighed. "You shouldn't do that to that harp."

"Who asked you!" Finn snapped. Stupid Harv and his stupid illiteracy. He would make sure Harv knew just how unacceptable this was.

+ o +

"-I mean, if he can't pass the class; how is he supposed to protect me?" Finn griped. A needle jabbed his leg.

"I know Finn," Emet growled, "I could hear you yelling at Harv earlier. The whole school could." Finn pouted at her for hurting him. Then continued to complain while she hemmed his pants with fur.

"And what about me? Even if Harv does pass, it wouldn't do him any good if I'm dead. These stupid warrior classes are going to be the death of me. Literally."

"They aren't that hard, you just don't bother trying." Emet sighed.

"Well, that's because it's stupid." Another needle jabbed his ankle. "You did that on purpose." About a year ago it had slipped out that Finn had a crush on the tailor's guild's daughter.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." It didn't end well. She had gone out of her way to keep Finn at bay afterward. That did not stop him from needing clothes, however.

"Either way, I can't skip out on this test. Anymore sick days and I'll have to repeat the entire class." Finn sighed. "Weapons are so bulky and crude. Anything with even an ounce of elegance automatically becomes complicated to use." He looked down at Emet. "If only there was someone who could practice with me."

"Then ask Harv." Emet said without missing a beat.

"But Emet, he'd too good. I don't want to get hurt." Finn sighed. "Besides, he's got to work on his writing."

"Then help him study." Emet sighed. What would it take to get Finn to be quiet? "You both have stuff to work on, why not study for once in your life?" Finn clapped his hands together.

"Of course! I can invite him over to my place and I can tutor him! It shouldn't take too long." He hopped down from the pedestal. "Then we can swap stories and I can fix that hair. Oh, and I'll need snacks!"

"Hey," Emet called, "I'm not done yet!"

+ o +

"A study sleep over?" Harv asked incredulously. Finn could barely contain his own excitement.

"Yep! I can give you a crash course in English tonight. The sooner you start, the easier that essay will be. With my help, this final will be a snap."

"I don't know." Harv focused on the road.

"Oh come one Harvey! It's a Wednesday, you don't have work tonight." Finn whined.

"Yeah but-" The whole thing sounded suspiciously girly.

"And its only one night, just to assess the damage. I can help you between classes too."

"But-"

"Harvey." Finn pouted.

"...If you help me, you have to work on your weapons technique." Harv relented. "I don't want this to turn to one of those personal projects of yours."

"Fine." Finn sighed. "I'll practice later." He hid a mischievous smile by turning his head toward the path before them. "But let's not worry about that now. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"What bridge?"

"Never mind." Finn groaned.

+ o +

Large pink pillows laid sprawled on the hard wood floor of the living room. The light of the crackling fire reflected off the polished floor. Papers and a bowl of snacks lay already prepared.

"Just hang your coat on the rack." Finn said excitedly. He shed his own tick coat and pounced onto one of the pillows. "This is so exciting! Our first sleep over and the house is all to ourselves!" Harv froze, his coat barely touching the rack.

"What do you mean?"

"Mother's out on business right now. Something to do with a flying disk." He was with Finn. Alone. Why did that make him so nervous? Finn gestured to a pillow. "Come on. Sit down Harv, we need to get stated." Harv reluctantly sat down on a pillow. "Now I have some poems here that I wrote a while back. Just read through it and circle the words you can't read." Harv took the paper and a quill and began to read through the shot epic Finn had compiled on random topics. When he finished, Finn snatched the paper away. "Now write what it was about in your own words."

"But you know what it's about, you wrote it." Finn pressed a finger to Harv's lips.

"I know that. I just want to see where you're at with your writing." Harv didn't move until Finn retracted his finger. He could feel his skin prickle where he had been touched. What was wrong with him? He stared at the paper below him, unable to focus on the poems he had just read.

"Really Harvey, you don't know what pale means?"

"Well... umm... I didn't see what a-a bucket had to do with..." He mumbled.

"Not P-A-I-L, P-A-L-E. You know; whitish, fair, with little color." Finn shook his head. "Use common sense Harv." Harv mumbled something else. Probably an excuse or apology. Either way, Finn looked up from the heavily circled paper to Harv's suspiciously blank paper. He frowned and leaned forward to double check. "Harv, you haven't written anything."

Harv looked up, surprised Finn was so close. The blond's eyes gleamed with worry guised in annoyed suspicion. His lips tugged into a small pout. He wasn't that far away. Only about a foot. It wouldn't take much to close the distance between the two and place his lips on Finn's. A few gentle movements and he could pull Finn closer- Harv paled. He shouldn't have those thoughts anymore. He was cured. He had made the wish and everything. But the more he fought it, the more his eyes drifted to Finn's lips. His own felt bare, and he wanted to change that. But he shouldn't, couldn't!

"Harvey?" His want intensified. It was too much for him to handle.

"Finn I- I have to go to the bathroom!" Harv panicked and ran into the powder room. He slammed the door shut, his hands clasped over his face like his lips would jump off if he didn't. He shouldn't be having these thoughts and certainly shouldn't have urges. Was this something even magic couldn't fix? He splashed his face with cold water to keep himself from breaking down right there. He was a warrior, a good one too. A warrior never cried. He glanced back at the door where he was sure Finn was still in the lounge utterly confused. He couldn't leave the house. If he left, Finn would figure out something was wrong. The last thing he needed right now was for Finn to find out how disgusting he really was. He couldn't stay locked in the bathroom all night either, though. He'd just have to wait it out and resist temptation until he could leave casually. Until the next morning.

Finn wasn't good at interpreting other people's emotions, but that night the tension from Harv was almost palpable. As he drifted off to sleep, the blond could have sworn he felt callused fingers gently brush back his bangs.

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Harv once again found himself in the same blue vacuum of space. Paper stars now hung in the air, perhaps it was night. Did dream worlds even have a night and day? It was then Harv realized he was alone. For once he wasn't being pestered by his subconscious. It had worked! He didn't have to worry about his soul again. Faintly he heard a disgruntled quack. With reluctance, he walked across the room. It seemed endless as he passed row after row of yellow paper stars. Eventually, he reached the source of the noise.

'Curse you dog!' The duck flapped angrily at a floating image of a puppy. 'You've ruined everything! All that progress- poof! Gone.' It glared at the puppy, which smiled vacantly. Harv shifted uncomfortably in the bizarre silence. 'You take that back vile fiend!' Another pause. 'How dare you! You have no idea the trouble you've caused.' Harv backed away slowly. Now would be a good time to wake up.

+ o +

Harv happily doodled on his desk. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel guilty. It was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

"Harv." He hummed a tuneless song as he added another wing to his dragon. "Harv!" He looked up to see Finn at his desk. "The bell rang, class is over." Harv nodded and packed up his things. The two meandered into the courtyard with their lunch. "You're in a good mood today." Finn commented. "I'm surprised you haven't started to freak out over finals." He groaned. "This is so stupid. when will I ever have to use a weapon, let alone be tested on it in the real world."

"Wait, when's finals?" Harv said through a mouthful of apple. Finn cringed at his lack of manners and daintily tossed a napkin at Harv.

"In, like, three weeks. Weren't you paying attention in class?" Finn took Harv's now vacant stare as a no. "Geez, what would you do without me? Lord teacher said it will be a two part exam this year. A written test and a field test." Finn shook his head.

"What do you mean written test? Like true/false?" Finn stared at Harv incredulously.

"No; an essay, worth half the exam." Finn downed the last of his juice. "It's on battle tactics or something like that. It should be a breeze for you."

"An essay!?" Harv moaned. "I can't do an essay!"

"Of course you can." Finn scoffed. "Why wouldn't you?"

"But, and essay means you have to use large words. On paper!" Harv held his face in his hands. So much for his great day. "I can't write that stuff." He mumbled.

"What did you say?" Finn gasped. The bell rang through the school.

"Arggh~ See you after 5th period." Harv half-heartedly waved.

"Wait, Harvey!"

+ o +

Harv couldn't write. This thought clung to Finn's mind as he plucked the strings on his harp. Harv couldn't write!? How could he have gotten this far without writing? It was a staple of English society for crying out loud! The only people who couldn't write were lowly peasants. He unconsciously played a sour note.

Well it was simply impossible for Harv to not write. He was just exaggerating. Still, if he really couldn't write an essay... I chill had worked its way through his body and settled unpleasantly in his stomach.

"That's a sorry tune you're playing." Shad sighed. "You shouldn't do that to that harp."

"Who asked you!" Finn snapped. Stupid Harv and his stupid illiteracy. He would make sure Harv knew just how unacceptable this was.

+ o +

"-I mean, if he can't pass the class; how is he supposed to protect me?" Finn griped. A needle jabbed his leg.

"I know Finn," Emet growled, "I could hear you yelling at Harv earlier. The whole school could." Finn pouted at her for hurting him. Then continued to complain while she hemmed his pants with fur.

"And what about me? Even if Harv does pass, it wouldn't do him any good if I'm dead. These stupid warrior classes are going to be the death of me. Literally."

"They aren't that hard, you just don't bother trying." Emet sighed.

"Well, that's because it's stupid." Another needle jabbed his ankle. "You did that on purpose." About a year ago it had slipped out that Finn had a crush on the tailor's guild's daughter.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." It didn't end well. She had gone out of her way to keep Finn at bay afterward. That did not stop him from needing clothes, however.

"Either way, I can't skip out on this test. Anymore sick days and I'll have to repeat the entire class." Finn sighed. "Weapons are so bulky and crude. Anything with even an ounce of elegance automatically becomes complicated to use." He looked down at Emet. "If only there was someone who could practice with me."

"Then ask Harv." Emet said without missing a beat.

"But Emet, he'd too good. I don't want to get hurt." Finn sighed. "Besides, he's got to work on his writing."

"Then help him study." Emet sighed. What would it take to get Finn to be quiet? "You both have stuff to work on, why not study for once in your life?" Finn clapped his hands together.

"Of course! I can invite him over to my place and I can tutor him! It shouldn't take too long." He hopped down from the pedestal. "Then we can swap stories and I can fix that hair. Oh, and I'll need snacks!"

"Hey," Emet called, "I'm not done yet!"

+ o +

"A study sleep over?" Harv asked incredulously. Finn could barely contain his own excitement.

"Yep! I can give you a crash course in English tonight. The sooner you start, the easier that essay will be. With my help, this final will be a snap."

"I don't know." Harv focused on the road.

"Oh come one Harvey! It's a Wednesday, you don't have work tonight." Finn whined.

"Yeah but-" The whole thing sounded suspiciously girly.

"And its only one night, just to assess the damage. I can help you between classes too."

"But-"

"Harvey." Finn pouted.

"...If you help me, you have to work on your weapons technique." Harv relented. "I don't want this to turn to one of those personal projects of yours."

"Fine." Finn sighed. "I'll practice later." He hid a mischievous smile by turning his head toward the path before them. "But let's not worry about that now. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"What bridge?"

"Never mind." Finn groaned.

+ o +

Large pink pillows laid sprawled on the hard wood floor of the living room. The light of the crackling fire reflected off the polished floor. Papers and a bowl of snacks lay already prepared.

"Just hang your coat on the rack." Finn said excitedly. He shed his own tick coat and pounced onto one of the pillows. "This is so exciting! Our first sleep over and the house is all to ourselves!" Harv froze, his coat barely touching the rack.

"What do you mean?"

"Mother's out on business right now. Something to do with a flying disk." He was with Finn. Alone. Why did that make him so nervous? Finn gestured to a pillow. "Come on. Sit down Harv, we need to get stated." Harv reluctantly sat down on a pillow. "Now I have some poems here that I wrote a while back. Just read through it and circle the words you can't read." Harv took the paper and a quill and began to read through the shot epic Finn had compiled on random topics. When he finished, Finn snatched the paper away. "Now write what it was about in your own words."

"But you know what it's about, you wrote it." Finn pressed a finger to Harv's lips.

"I know that. I just want to see where you're at with your writing." Harv didn't move until Finn retracted his finger. He could feel his skin prickle where he had been touched. What was wrong with him? He stared at the paper below him, unable to focus on the poems he had just read.

"Really Harvey, you don't know what pale means?"

"Well... umm... I didn't see what a-a bucket had to do with..." He mumbled.

"Not P-A-I-L, P-A-L-E. You know; whitish, fair, with little color." Finn shook his head. "Use common sense Harv." Harv mumbled something else. Probably an excuse or apology. Either way, Finn looked up from the heavily circled paper to Harv's suspiciously blank paper. He frowned and leaned forward to double check. "Harv, you haven't written anything."

Harv looked up, surprised Finn was so close. The blond's eyes gleamed with worry guised in annoyed suspicion. His lips tugged into a small pout. He wasn't that far away. Only about a foot. It wouldn't take much to close the distance between the two and place his lips on Finn's. A few gentle movements and he could pull Finn closer- Harv paled. He shouldn't have those thoughts anymore. He was cured. He had made the wish and everything. But the more he fought it, the more his eyes drifted to Finn's lips. His own felt bare, and he wanted to change that. But he shouldn't, couldn't!

"Harvey?" His want intensified. It was too much for him to handle.

"Finn I- I have to go to the bathroom!" Harv panicked and ran into the powder room. He slammed the door shut, his hands clasped over his face like his lips would jump off if he didn't. He shouldn't be having these thoughts and certainly shouldn't have urges. Was this something even magic couldn't fix? He splashed his face with cold water to keep himself from breaking down right there. He was a warrior, a good one too. A warrior never cried. He glanced back at the door where he was sure Finn was still in the lounge utterly confused. He couldn't leave the house. If he left, Finn would figure out something was wrong. The last thing he needed right now was for Finn to find out how disgusting he really was. He couldn't stay locked in the bathroom all night either, though. He'd just have to wait it out and resist temptation until he could leave casually. Until the next morning.

Finn wasn't good at interpreting other people's emotions, but that night the tension from Harv was almost palpable. As he drifted off to sleep, the blond could have sworn he felt callused fingers gently brush back his bangs.