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residents-of-the-darkforest · 2 years ago

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Release Me (short story)

“This is ridiculous!” Newttail hissed to Troutleaf beside him.

They lay hidden in a holly bush after having rolled in mushrooms for extra measure. In the small, secluded clearing in front of them sat Bluerain, their friend since apprenticeship, which had ended seasons ago. With him stood Rocknose.

Rocknose was a kittypet before joining the Clan, and it turned out that she was Bluerain’s mother. Newttail could tell something was off between them, as while Bluerain seemed comfortable, Rocknose’s pelt always seemed to shift when he was near, her eyes unable to meet his.

When they spoke to her, she first told him that it was for her and her son to figure out. But then Bluerain was clearly upset with his mother. Whatever she had tried to figure out with him had obviously failed, and so she turned to Newttail and his mate, Troutleaf. But in doing so, she had to explain what troubled her so, and that….

Newttail just couldn’t believe it.

Rocknose couldn’t either, it seemed. She was never sure, and the question haunted her all her life, a life that was now nearing its end. Rocknose had begged for his help, to witness her hear the truth.

Now, his legs ached as they spoke.

“Are you enjoying your carp, dear?” Rocknose asked politely while Bluerain dug in.

He licked his lips, anger forgotten. “It’s delicious! You caught this?”

Rocknose nodded. “With help.”

“You’re coming along really well! I’ll have to congratulate Wavestep on the good work as well.”

Newttail hid a smile. See? How could a horrible cat be so kind to the mother that had left them?

“Thank you, Blue.”

“It’s Bluerain now, remember,” Bluerain reminded her cheerfully. “I’m not a kittypet anymore.”

“No, definitely not!” Rocknose chuckled. Then she frowned. “You’ve certainly grown into a fine forest cat.”

“Thanks, mother. I’m sure you’ll be one of the best in no time,” Bluerain assured her, blinking warmly. Rocknose looked away.

Newttail had half a mind to burst from the bushes and admit to Bluerain that they were spying on him. It felt wrong to lie to their friend, to even consider that he could be…. Could be a murderer! He could prick his ears to hear all the wood’s sounds, but no insincerity would emit from Bluerain’s voice. He could stare with eyes as strong as an owl’s, and see no indication of a violent, unstable, dangerous cat. It was Bluerain, for Starclan’s sake! The sweetest warrior there was, even to a fault!

“I am curious..” Rocknose began. “How much of your past life do you remember?”

“Why do you ask?” Bluerain questioned calmly, licking his paws clean.

“Raising her kit is the best moment of a mother’s life,” Rocknose answered with a shaky grin. “I want to know how much of it my darling boy also remembers.”

“Well,” Bluerain lifted his pupils, as though the memories were moving in the sky above him. “I don’t think I did anything besides play. I remember that one toy with the weird-coloured feathers. That was my favourite, wasn’t it?”

For a second, it seemed that Rocknose had frozen up. Then when it seemed she could no longer hold her breath, she exhaled and moved naturally once again. “I-It was! But before it was yours, it was your sisters. Do you remember her?”

Bluerain’s gaze darkened. “How could I forget? A wonderful heart gone too soon.”

Newttail fidgeted. This was cruel.

Rocknose shook her head. “I blame myself so much for her death. I should’ve taken better care of her.”

Bluerain rushed over, pressing himself against her, but the gesture only seemed to make her feel worse. “You still got me,” he told her.

Newttail wondered fleetingly why he didn’t instead tell her that she wasn’t a bad mother, or that the death wasn’t her fault. Maybe he was too surprised by the darker change in topic to think properly.

“And you,” Rocknose went on, sniffing. “You saw the whole thing. Poor dear.”

Bluerain dipped his head. “It took a lot to get over, especially coming here, to Riverclan.”

“I…” Rocknose shifted her paws for a painfully long time. “I was wondering what you saw.”

Bluerain widened his eyes. “You want me to remember that?”

Rocknose hesitated before nodding. “A mother needs to know how her baby was lost.”

Bluerain took a deep breath. “The twoleg kits were throwing things in the yard. One of them, a white ball, I think, the one that makes the noises, landed in the giant blue container. I remember you told us not to go in it, but she wanted it, so she jumped in anyway. I… I wish I could have done something!”

The heartbreak in his voice was so genuine that Troutleaf had to bite Newttail’s side to keep him from running out and comforting his friend. Why were they doing this to him? This was going nowhere! Beside him, Troutleaf looked just as uncomfortable.

“Her name was Pippa. Please say it.”

Bluerain lifted his head. “I wish I could have done something for Pippa.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Bluerain took a step back. “What?”

Rocknose’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “After her death….I put it to denial, but you were…. You were too calm! After witnessing your own sister’s death, after losing your best friend, you were okay! You acted like she never existed to begin with!”

Anger rumbled in Bluerain’s throat. “You really think that I would do something to my sister?”

“Her name is Pippa!” Rocknose practically shrieked. “Say it! Say what you did! Release me from this torment!”

Bluerain’s pelt bristled. His claws dug in and out of the ground. “I did nothing!”

“I know!” Rocknose fired back. “That’s why Pippa is dead! You could have saved her. You were stronger than her, the water was close to the top. You could have reached in if you had just tried, but you weren’t even wet! You let her die!”

“I didn’t!”

“Tell me the truth!”

“That is the truth, mother! And if you can’t believe me, then maybe you should leave!”

A long, tense silence followed. Their ragged breathing could be heard from the bushes, and they stood defensively, as if preparing for the other to attack at any moment.

At last, Rocknose sat heavily. “What can I do? I am old. I am a stranger. If you told me what happened, would anyone believe me if I spread the news? What good would that do me anyway?” When Bluerain responded with a growl, she pressed on. “I am old, and I am sick, and I have carried this weight for far too long. Please, my dear boy, I love you so much, but I need to know what happened before I join the stars. Please, after all this suffering, release me from this torment! Why didn’t you save your sister?”

Bluerain glared at her for another long time. Then his features calmed.

An icy chill gripped along Newttail’s spine.

“I wanted her feathers.”

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--New character introduction! He’s black and white, and was named for his blue eyes. I like to think that he has a bit of a heart-shape on his chest as well.

--Basically the story is that the twolegs had a pool. Pippa got in, but she couldn’t swim (it was too deep, and she was very weak). Yes, Bluerain likely couldn’t have done much of anything, but he was stronger than her and more capable, and also like Rocknose had said, his paws weren’t even wet, meaning he didn’t even try.

Pippa always hogged the feathers, her favourite toy, and I imagine that’s because it gave her comfort when she was sick (along with her mama, of course).

Bluerain really wanted the feathers, so when he saw that Pippa was drowning, all he really thought about was that now they would be his.

--Rocknose waited so long to confront her son because she was in denial for a really long time.

--I imagine he commits some more murders later on.

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years ago

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The Crack of the Past. A Hacker Fic

WARNING: 18+ ANGSTY AND SENSITIVE THEMES AHEAD. DISTURBING THOUGHTS OF A CERTAIN CHARACTER.

It was earlier in the morning and the Rivera residence was very quiet, the father of the family was like 90% of the time at work, because when you work for the New York Police, you don't really get too many free days and the mother of the house? Like always.... absent. That left Xander to have all the time and privacy to do his work.

Sitting at the table in the kitchen with the laptop in front of him, his headphones around his neck, grey eyes were focused on the screen; grey eyes narrowing, a glint of victory in them as he looked at the man in a hotel room with a girl who was probably half his age. The said man had an average company in New York City and had a habit of telling his wife that he had to do 'extra hours', these extra hours of work happening into luxurious hotel rooms.

Xander couldn't believe what an idiot this man was, leaving his laptop open and turned on; hacking into the webcam was a piece of cake, and recording everything that was happening even easier. Now all the 'Hacker' had to do was sit back and wait for them to finish then send this old geezer an anonymous email of how he knew his dirty secret and how his wife will find out about it if he won't send 20,000$ into the bitcoin wallet.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Xander closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the sleepless night get to him a little.

"What are you doing?" the voice of his sister broke his train of thoughts for a bit, but he still didn't open his eyes.

"Nothing interesting like always." Xander simply replied, taking another sip of his coffee, basking into the bittersweet taste that runs through his system.

Not hearing Chloe say anything, grey eyes looked up, only to widen slightly as he took into the tears-filled eyes of his sister, tears that slowly run down her rosy cheeks. This image made Xander swallow hard, feeling like he was swallowing acidic needles and he could only guess what was the cause of this situation with his little sister.

"Mom didn't come to my birthday party." Chloe's choked-out voice made Xander's jaw tense, running his fingers through his spikey black hair, he didn't know what to say.

Chloe was the sensitive and dreamy sibling, while Xander was the logical and realistic one. Yesterday night it was Chloe's birthday and he had expected for their 'whore' of a mother to not come because he was busy with that asshole who could give her more into the materialistic department than their father.

"Why, big brother? Why isn't she coming back?" the little girl asked him, her bottom lip trembling, her long black hair coming in front of her face, hiding her shiny blue eyes, eyes that didn't sparkle like they used to.

"People change, Chloe." That was what Xander could say, without sounding like a complete detached asshole, only for his sister he would be like this, more diplomatic.

"But why?" another why he couldn't find a proper answer for the soft-spoken girl.

Not knowing what to say, Xander opened his arms and gave her a soft look.

"Come here." he whispered, making his little sister jump into his arms and bury her face into his chest, squeezing him tightly, like she was afraid he would disappear too.

Holding his sister, his grey eyes looked at the screen of his laptop, Chloe's back turned to the screen, Xander read over the new email he received.

'The online drug store is a success. I know you have a good drug provider, but don't you want to grow up on the scale? I am willing to make you an offer you won't be able to refuse Blue Rain.' -NarcoManiacs

Closing his laptop, Xander held Chloe close to his chest, rocking her back and forth like she was a baby, and he remembered the first time he saw her when he found out he was gonna be a big brother. They were better days back then.

When their parents were happy together and nothing seemed that it would change and that scared Xander now more; people change so much. Families broke apart, friendships and relationships aren't eternal and can vanish in a blink of an eye. He wondered what was the point? What was the point of falling in love? Only to be thrown away later when the feelings burn to ashes?

"I'm scared, brother." Chloe sobbed, her small body shaking in his lap and Xander rested his chin on top of her head, shushing and rubbing her back softly, trying to be the rock of this family that wasn't a family any longer.

"We have to go to school." he simply spoke, making his sister pull away, rubbing any more tears from her eyes, she nodded, trying to stay strong, but it was obvious she was slowly breaking, like a porcelain doll to be crushed into the heavy boot of reality.

Running his fingers through her long, lustrous, and thick hair, trying to detangle it, he gazed into her eyes.

"Want me to put your hair into two pigtails?" Xander asked his sister, who gave him a small smile, nodding, getting off his lap, and bringing him a comb and a few hair bands.

Xander remembered how his mother used to do his sister's hair, and he had to swallow the lump forming in his throat, feeling like a vein was gonna explode into his head, his temper starting to boil, getting into overdrive, but he forced himself to stay calm and collected.

'The nerve of that fucking slut... Leaving just like that... Couldn't keep her legs closed even if her life depended on it.' Xander thought with pure hate, his fingers twitching as he brushed Chloe's hair, a deep dark need to choke the life out of his mother overcoming him.

These kinds of thoughts had plagued his mind for a while and with each day they got more intense; a child should feel love and warmness for their mother, but Xander only felt pure rage for the one that gave him life, but it wasn't enough to make him forgive her.

100 men could rape her and Xander would never feel a glimpse of remorse or sadness for that woman.

In his grey eyes that slowly started to belong to a madman, that woman could drop fucking dead.

"All done." Xander said, putting the comb down on the table. Chole turned around to smile wide at him, kissing his forehead and hugging him tight.

"Thank you, Xander... Thank you for being here with me." she said, her long ash pigtail bouncing with every move.

"Anytime, little snail." Xander said with a smirk, making Chloe stick her tongue out at him.

"Go upstairs and get ready for school... I am gonna take you there." he told his sister, making her nod eagerly and hurry upstairs, leaving Xander all alone in the kitchen.

Sighing, he took a sip of his almost finished coffee, when a notification sound pulled him out of his thoughts. Opening his laptop, the black-haired male read over another message.

'I am talking about making this online drug store one of the biggest in USA... and maybe internationally in Europe.' -NarcoManiacs

Cracking his neck and knuckles, Xander took a deep breath.

'I am listening.' -BlueRain

#The Hacker #Erron #Cyber killer #Xander Shawn Rivera #Original character #Slasher OC #Past of a killer

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beakmonster · 8 years ago

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Hey, anyone remember when Ligos had a girlfriend 10x prettier than him?

#art #my art #ocs #ligos #bluerain #I'm so lucky I've gotten to reconnect with so many of my online friends in the past few months #I've been chatting with Bluerain's owner who I met waaaaay early on in my digital art shenanigans on DA #I really only get to talk to them through facebook but it's nice to speak with Rai again #I drew this for V-day a little while ago and never posted it whoops #BR has changed a lot since I last drew her but it's nice to draw something fluffy like this #and Ligos deserves something happy every now and again #I'm gonna draw the paintbrush asks soon too

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harringtonexperiment · 5 years ago

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@bluerained asked : ‘ it took me a while to realize it myself, but you are not what other people say you are. ’ - from rae, in her teenage verse ( meme )

“but what if i am what they say i am?” the things she's heard about herself seem right to her, though that may be entirely her insecurities talking. but between living in her brothers shadow and having a crisis about her past and who she actually is, suddenly the claims that she’s ‘strange’ or ‘not normal’ don’t seem so out there and insane. “i mean, i don’t want to be but.. i think i might be.”

#bluerained #「 i — answered 」#「 i — answered memes 」#「 ii — in character 」#「 ii — main verse 」#bluerained 001.

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escapetm · 5 years ago

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@bluerained asked : “ seems you have a taste for dangerous living. ” - for mallory, from amelia ( meme )

smirk pours across red lips, shoulders lifting slightly in vain confidence. “I suppose I do.” you know you do, every day you do something dangerous. things with no real benefit other than monetary gain or social status. oh how simple your motivations are. “though, I'd consider it self preservation rather than dangerous living.” trying to preserve a life built on lies and scams was hardly a morally good thing to do, hardly a thing to be proud of. “but I do think life has that little extra something when you live on the edge.”

#bluerained #「 i — answered 」#「 i — answered memes 」#「 ii — mallory pembroke | in character 」#「 ii — mallory pembroke | main verse 」

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wantlongera · 5 years ago

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@bluerained asked: ♡

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses ! i’ll bold what i want for their relationship,italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .

FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .

ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .

#⊱ ❛ the label is torn and bloodied ❜ answered .#bluerained

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sarcastic-anxious · 6 years ago

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Copper, Canary, and fern for the color asks please!! 💙

Copper - What is your favourite kind of day?

my favourite kind of day is when its a lttle chilly bt not kold and the sky is clouded but not dark there are no things planned for that day and itsjust me relaxing in my favoutite sweater my dads drinking cofee and drawing while listning to music

Canary - Favourite song?

either another level by hollywood undead or voices by motionless in white

Fern - Favourite plant?

Wisteria or as we say bluerain

thank you for asking!!

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blueraineshadows · 1 year ago

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How about one where Sebastian was sent to Azkaban in 5th year, and F!MC is absolutely crushed because she was in love with him. In this scenario lets say Ominis got to Professor Black fast enough that he witnessed the murder and turned him in.

With how bad women’s rights were during that time, not being allowed to own homes and such, she has no choice but to marry another man after graduation. She doesn’t love him. She’s miserable, not over Sebastian, and her husband is very controlling and recently abusive.

Sebastian escapes Azkaban and immediately tracks her down. He peeks through the window before knocking and is surprised to see she has a husband. Sebastian and MC were together when he was sent to Azkaban and although he knows he should be happy for her since she was able to move on, he can’t help but feel hurt, jealous, and betrayed.

To his shock, MC and her husband suddenly start arguing about him. Maybe her husband is mad she’s always depressed about Sebastian and not being a “good wife” to him, never wanting to be intimate, while guilt tripping her for “all he does for her”. Sebastian eavesdrops from outside until it turns physical and he bursts in to save her.

I hope you like this idea, tysm!

There have been a lot of requests for ex prisoner Seb lately....

Thanks for sending it in! 💜

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Trigger Warnings: domestic abuse 🔞

The door creaked open a little and MC slipped outside, closing it carefully behind her. She didn't want to wake her husband who was asleep on the sofa. Eddie had come home late last night, whiskey on his breath. His hands had wandered, his eyes pleading for her to respond, but she couldn't. She had rejected him, again. As much as she hated to see the misery in his eyes, she had felt relief when he backed off.

She shivered. She didnt hate him, but she didnt love him either. He knew she didn't, knew she still had feelings for her childhood sweetheart. She wished she hadn't written it all down in her diary. When Eddie had found it, his rage had been explosive, shocking. She had never seen him thst way before. His jealousy was outrageously feral. That was the first time he had laid a hand on her with the intention to hurt. His slap a shock and a humiliation.

Of course, he had apologised profusely, promised to never do it again, and he hadn't. But a line had been crossed. Despite all that he did for her, she had withdrawn from him even more. Her marriage to him one of convenience, a means to survive in a world ruled by men. It was a lonely existence.

MC hurried across the grass away from the house, her boots loose and undone still in her efforts to be swift. Her time alone was precious and she didnt want to waste a moment. She glanced back once before disappearing into the shadows of the trees.

A little way in under the canopy of the forest, MC paused and took a long, deep breath. Who would have thought that the Forbidden Forest would become a sanctuary of sorts? It was where she snuck off to when she needed to get away from Eddie, from his pleas, his attempts to break through her barriers. It was exhausting.

She picked some herbs and potion ingredients, her excuse for being out here, and stowed them away, before moving along a trail. There had been a unicorn up here the other day, and she was curious to see if it had returned.

An old brick ruin loomed out of the darkness of the forest, a site she had explored long ago. She smiled wistfully at her memories, the adventures and scrapes she had found herself in. Her heart twisted painfully at the loss. She would give anything to have those days back, even with all the danger and trouble.

As she passed the ruin she heard movement inside. She paused, a prickling sensation on the back of her neck. It wasn't unheard of to still see the occasional poacher, or worse, in the forest. She slipped out her wand, poised and ready as she crept closer to the crumbling wall.

When she peered through a gap she frowned. There was nobody in sight, but in the corner was a makeshift bed roll and the evidence of a recent camp fire. After a quick peek around, she could find nothing else, so she headed off back along the trail with a sigh. She knew she had to get back to Eddie.

....*....

She was as pretty as he remembered and it made his heart ache. Sebastian remained behind the tree, peering out from behind it. As much as he desperately wanted to go to her, he held back. He needed to think. Of all people to come walking along this trail, he had not expected it to be her. It meant he was close, close to where she must live.

He waited a moment, her footsteps fading, and then he slipped out to follow.

She was his first love, his only love. To be snatched away and thrown into Azkaban was a cruel twist of fate. Murder was regrettable, of course, but losing MC had caused him more pain than anything else. His face darkened as he thought of Professor Black, forever his sworn enemy, the reason for his incarceration. He would never forgive.

As he followed MC through the forest, he studied her, the way her hair fell in waves down her back, the gentle sway of her hips under her skirt. The soft scent of her trailed in her wake, and it made him ache for her, his loneliness sharp and cruel. It had been a long time since he had held someone close.

He savoured the memory of her soft lips, the gentle kisses she offered to him when they had been young and foolish. They had just been starting to know one another, exploring the mysteries of a first love, and then it had been stolen away.

The memory of her had kept him going, kept him alive. Now that he had seen her, he wanted more. He wanted to speak to her, hear her voice, see her smile. He had missed her so much.

Sebastian followed her to a small house on the outskirts of the forest. He hung back under the gloom of the trees as she crossed the grass and slipped inside the house, her little boots kicked off and left on the stone step near the door.

Did she live there alone? He frowned, curious, and settled back to watch the house for a while. He needed to see how things lay, uncertainty clawing at him. He was still getting used to being outside of prison walls.

....*....

As the hours slipped by, Sebastian settled down against the tree and dozed off. When he awoke, it was much later in the day, the daylight softening into sunset.

He looked at the house. Smoke was rising from the chimney, but there didn't appear to be any sound. Feeling a little braver, he moved closer for a better look. He eyed the door, debating knocking on it. Maybe a little peek through the window wouldn't hurt first.

Maybe she wouldn't want to see him. She might scream and alert others. He wasn't supposed to be here after all. Let out on probation, the terms of which meant he was supposed to stay away from her. He was supposed to keep away from all witnesses while the Wizengamot considered dropping his case.

But how could he not come here? It was her.

When he peered through the window he was not prepared for what he saw. A man was seated at the table eating a meal. MC was standing near the fireplace, she carried some dishes to the table and the man reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear as she leant forward.

Sebastian tensed. He couldn't see her face, but the familiar way the man touched her suggested a lover or a husband. Fury snaked through him like ice. MC didn't touch the man in return, she moved away from the table and began to fold some clothing in a basket.

Sebastian's heart ached. This should have been him living the domestic dream with her, not that man at the table. It hurt that she had moved on, his jealousy a thick and slimy thing on his tongue. He debated moving away from the window, slipping back under the trees and disappearing.

Perhaps it had been wrong to come here. If she was happy, then disturbing her would only bring back unpleasant memories. He didn't want to hurt her.

He made to take a step back but paused, curious despite his worries, as the man spoke. "Are you alright? You seem tense."

MC stilled her hands, a blouse gripped in them. "Its nothing, Eddie. I'm fine."

Eddie frowned and put down his knife and fork. "Talk to me, MC," he said. "Tell me what to do."

She turned to look at him. "Please, Eddie. Not tonight."

"Isn't that what you say every night? It doesn't matter if its just talking, or if I want to touch you, you always push me away."

She hung her head. "I'm sorry," she said.

Eddie banged his hands down onto the table, frustration twisting his fine features. "But you're not sorry, are you? That's just it. You cannot let go of that criminal, even after all this time, it's always going to be him, isn't it?"

"Stop it," she said. She quickly finished her folding and picked up the laundry basket. "I told you, that's in the past. He isnt coming back."

"No, he isnt! And its about time you let this Sebastian fellow go, I am your husband and you should treat me with a little more respect. There isn't any room for a third person in this marriage, you are my wife, and I expect you to perform your duty to me!"

"You're getting angry, Eddie," she said. "Please, stop. Calm down."

MC turned her back, hurrying away with her laundry basket, her shoulders hunched. Sebastian felt sick. They were arguing over him? She still thought of him? The idea of this arse forcing himself on MC made Sebastian clench his fists. This wasn't domestic bliss and she sure as hell didn't look happy.

Eddie got to his feet and ripped the basket from her hands, the laundry spilling out over the floor. "Look at me when I speak to you, you little bitch," he snarled. He grasped MC's chin, forcing her face up to him.

"No, Eddie! Let me go!" MC shoved him back and they both staggered a little.

Sebastian froze, his jealous fury now switching into cold, brittle rage. He stared, shocked. MC had been fearless, a wild and skilled witch, capable of bringing down dark wizards and fearsome foes. To see her, shivering and frightened at the hands of this prick made Sebastian twitch with unbridled adrenaline.

Nobody ever laid a finger on her and got away with it, not when he was around. His dead uncle was proof enough of that.

Forgetting his need for caution, the terms of his probation the last thing on his mind, Sebastian hurried around and banged the door open, wide. Both Eddie and MC turned, surprised.

Eddie frowned, anger darkening his face further. "Who the fuck are you? How dare you barge in like that!"

MC was gaping, her eyes wide with shock. Her mouth worked, her hand reaching out towards Sebastian, shaky and desperate, before she could speak. "Sebastian..."

Eddie whipped around to look at her. "What?" He turned back to Sebastian, his fury growing. "This is him? He dares to come to this house? How the fuck did you get out of Azkaban?"

Calm settled over Sebastian. He narrowed his eyes, assessing the situation. Eddie was about his height, reasonably built, an aura of smug arrogance wafted from him. The jaunty angle of his chin suggested he didn't like to lose, and the smooth, unmarked skin suggested he didn't get involved in anything too rough and hard.

More than anything, Sebastian wished he had a wand. His own had been destroyed on entry to Azkaban, and he wasn't allowed one until after the probation had ended. Another annoying clause of it.

As he assessed Eddie, he was also paying mind to MC. She had backed up away from Eddie, her hand slipping into her skirts to retrieve her own wand. That's my girl.

"I was let out," Sebastian said, calmly.

MC almost sagged, her breath leaving her in a whoosh. Eddie glared at her. "Did you know about this?" She shook her head, hiding her wand behind her.

Sebastian stepped further into the house. "I don't like the way you put your hands on MC," he said coldly.

"She is my wife," Eddie snarled. He whipped out his wand, aiming it at Sebastian. It was clear immediately that he wasn't much for dueling. Clearly, he was just a mouthy bully "I will touch her how I like."

Sebastian stepped to the side, slowly, deliberately, forcing Eddie to turn to keep his eyes on him. Now, MC was behind him, out of Eddie's line of sight. She looked at Sebastian over Eddie's shoulder, a subtle nod confirming that she understood. It was an old trick of theirs, the unstoppable team work they had shared back in the day.

"I don't think so," Sebastian said. "Nobody touches what belongs to me."

Eddie snorted. "I've got paperwork that says different."

"Paper can easily be turned to ashes," Sebastian said. He smirked. It had been a while since he'd been in a little sparring match. "Why don't we ask MC who she would prefer to tuck her in at night?"

Eddie's face spasmed with jealous fury and he aimed his wand. Sebastian dodged with ease, a chuckle leaving his lips. "Is that all you've got?"

Frustrated, Eddie tried again, and Sebastian copped a basic cast to the shoulder, his move not as quick this time, he was a little out of practise. Distracted by the hit, he didn't see Eddie lunge until it was too late. Eddie's fist collided with his jaw and Sebastian fell back, spitting blood.

"Depulso," MC snarled.

Bright white and blue magic shot across the kitchen and hit Eddie with its full blast. Eddie shot forward, his body slamming into the wall with a sickening thud. Sebastian scrambling out of the way just in time.

MC was gasping, her wand still pointed at Eddie. "Is he...is he..."

Sebastian bent to check and shook his head. "No," he replied. "He is alive."

MC sagged, her wand lowering. Sebastian was on his feet, wiping the blood from his lips as he went to her. He moved to touch her, hold her, but paused. He hovered, unsure. "MC..."

She looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. She put away her wand and then her hands were on his face, tracing the lines of it, her touch gentle, assessing. "It's really you," she said.

He nodded, his smile rueful. "Sorry to disappoint."

She shook her head. "No, no, not at all," she breathed. She brushed her thumb softly near the corner of his mouth. "I've had dreams about you coming back to me. And now, you're really here."

"I've missed you," he said. His voice came out rough, emotions welling up inside of him. "You have no idea..."

She threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him tight. He held her, relishing the feel of her in his arms. "I missed you too," she whispered.

Sebastian glanced at the man slumped on the floor. Her husband. "What about him?"

MC relaxed her hold on him but didn't let go. She grimaced. "He meant well, once. Its not entirely his fault. I wasn't the best wife to him."

"Past tense?" Sebastian said. He quirked an eyebrow.

MC flushed. She looked up at Sebastian. "I don't love him," she said. "How could I when I still love you?"

"I'm a criminal now, MC," he smirked. "Haven't you heard?"

"Then that makes two of us," she said. She pressed her mouth to his, her kiss desperate, hungry. He returned the kiss, starved for the feel of her.

When she pulled back, she looked up at him. "I will do whatever it takes," she said. "But take me with you, whatever we have to do to be together, I will do it. I refuse to be parted from you, ever again."

He swallowed hard. How long had he waited for this moment? He held her to him, tightly.

Whatever it takes.

There was a lot to do, to explain, but now they had the rest of their lives to do it, together.

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