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yanderestarangel · 2 months ago

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★ ! hidden desires — stalker!bruce wayne x male reader

a/n: This is a repost! The first post has been taken down ( by tumblr itself lol); sorry and thanks for letting me know.

♡⁠┊tw: stalking, suggestive behavior, fingering, casual sex, v! sex, ftm reader, sex with a condom, afab anatomy, blowjob.

Each time he remembered what he had done—stalking you for weeks from the shadows like the nocturnal creature he was—a strange sense of shame settled in his chest. He used his shadowy vigilante persona to justify his unhealthy obsession, but even that excuse felt hollow.

He kept insisting to himself, "It's just for his safety." However, the heat in his groin wouldn't let him pretend otherwise — standing in the rain and cold nights by the window in the building above your house... But lying and manipulating to get into your life and home was not something he usually did.

That night, you'd gone out to the club. People were whispering about a new drug called "Bliss" and some underworld drama involving Sofia Falcone, while the red lights of the club mixed with your carefree expression, oblivious to Gotham's lurking dangers.

Wayne, however, was watching you as always—from afar, waiting for the right moment to act.

He wasn’t oblivious; his glances at a few attractive men at the party hadn’t escaped the dark gaze of the guard’s blue irises. He knew his obsession with you had gone too far, yet he ignored the rational alarms ringing in his mind—and started toward you.

It hadn’t been very difficult for him to get into his pants and into his home, and, to be honest, he didn’t know whether to feel angry or surprised. Perhaps it was a bittersweet mixture he’d reflect on only after leaving the apartment, since, after all, his blood wasn’t exactly rushing to his head.

You whispered a question, asking his name, but his hands were too focused on exploring your body.

"Bruce," he growled, finally breaking the silence. "My name is Bruce." The words came out more tense than he’d anticipated, and he silently prayed you wouldn’t ask anything else—or recognize him as one of Gotham’s elusive big shots.

Bruce’s fingers pressed deeper into your warm, slick heat, curling just right against that sensitive spot that made you see stars. He felt you tighten around him, your body responding to every stroke. With an added finger, he stretched you gently, preparing you for more. His thumb found your clit, drawing tight, deliberate circles as he drove you closer to the edge with relentless precision.

Bruce murmured, "So tight. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me," his voice thick with desire. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, while his fingers continued their steady rhythm inside you. He felt the tremors in your body, heard your breathy moans, each sound and movement pushing you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he demanded, his teeth grazing your flesh. "Come on my fingers like a good boy."

And you did, your walls clenching around him as you cried out in pleasure. Bruce guided you through it, prolonging your orgasm and drawing every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering form.

When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, spent and panting, Wayne withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips. He licked them clean, savoring your taste and scent. It was so sweet and erotic that he felt his cock throb, and all the rationality and chivalry that defined his persona went out the window.

Quickly, the rest of your clothes were removed, and the man with black eye shadow sat on your bed, spreading his thighs and inviting you to suck his cock — a command you immediately obeyed. The sight of you on your knees, your plump lips stretched around his shaft, was almost too much for him.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your head as you moved up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, his hips rocking forward to meet your eager tongue. "Just like that, atta boy... Take it all."

He could feel you gagging around him, could hear the wet, obscene sounds of your slurping and sucking. It was music to his ears—a symphony of pleasure that nearly undid him. His other hand found your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he pulled you closer, pressing his cock deeper down your throat. He could feel you struggling to breathe, could see the tears streaming down your cheeks, but he didn't relent.

"Look at me... I want to see your eyes when you choke on my cock."

He commanded, holding your gaze as you struggled to comply, your eyes watering as you fought for air. But you didn’t pull away or tap out; instead, you leaned in, taking him even deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis. He was so close to climax, but he held back, wanting to savor this intense connection, feeling your body fully aligned with his.

"No fuck... not yet..." He grunted hoarsely taking his mouth off his cock as he shook trying to hold back his orgasm. "On your hands and knees, now." He ran his hands over your smooth skin, caressing your curves, your softness, a stark contrast to his own hard planes. He was prepared that night, carrying a condom in his jacket pocket, even though he thought the chances of him touching you were zero... Well, apparently not. He positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

With a slow thrust, he pushed forward, breaking your tight heat. He groaned at the sensation, at the way your walls clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper. He watched his cock disappear inside you, your tight heat enveloping him completely. He could feel every twitch, every pulse of your walls around him, could see the way your body yielded to his, taking him deeper and deeper.

But despite the overwhelming sensations, he remained silent, unsure of how to express the depth of his desire, the intensity of his need. He'd never been good with words, had always been better with actions, with his fists, with his body. You tried to talk to him, however Bruce's hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp sting of the slap echoing in the room. He watched as you jolted forward, your back arching, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Shh... Don't talk. Just feel." He punctuated his command with another slap, his fingers digging into the reddening flesh of your ass, holding you in place as he drove into you with renewed vigor. Wayne watched as you came undone beneath him, your body shaking, your walls clenching around his cock. He could feel your release coating his shaft, could hear your sweet whimpers filling the room.

And then he was coming too, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He buried himself deep inside you, his hips grinding against your ass as he filled the condom with his seed. He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. For a long moment, he simply held you, savoring the feeling of your body against his, the warmth of your skin, the racing of your heart.

He wasn't used to this, to the intimacy, to the vulnerability. He was better at fighting, at brooding, at being alone... Stalking you was a different thing than finally having you, and he felt no shame in having lied. So he pulled out of you, quickly disposing of the condom before rolling off the bed. He stood there for a moment, his back to you, his hands clenched at his sides.

"I...I should go," he mumbled, not quite meeting your eyes. "I have work to do... It was cool..."

He grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly, efficiently. He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to bridge the gap between what had just happened and what came next... He was used to being your stalker, but now his brain couldn't function after finally getting what he wanted: you.

But he was sure of something, the feeling became more fixed in his chest... He was more addicted in you.

★ ! yanderestarangel©

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carisc4pshaw · 2 months ago

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Showers of Love

In which Spencer Reid comes home from work late after being away for 5 days and finds himself joining his girlfriend (female OC) in the shower the next morning.

word count: 1.7k

tags: shower sex, morning sex, smut, little fluff, smut&fluff, domestic fluff, love, oral sex, vaginal sex, PinV sex, home, showers, original character, original female character, bisexual female character, spencer reid/ fem!reader, bisexual spencer reid, spencer reid fluff, spencer reid smut, sub spencer reid, dom spencer reid, choking, rough sex, late night, working late, criminal minds

warning: little nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), choking, unprotected PinV sex (I think that’s it)

notes: Also posted on Ao3 I hope you enjoy this however, it may not be the best as I haven’t written smut involving men for a couple of years.

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Spencer had gotten home from work after a case had run on longer than any of them would have liked, Sofia was pretty sure she heard him climbing into bed at 3:30 am so she took that as a chance to have a lay-in with him until 11 am the next morning before deciding it really was time to get up.

The blonde went into the bathroom twisting the shower on warm and stripping out of her clothes. She got into the shower and closed the door meaning she didn’t hear the knock coming from the door to the bathroom just a minute later.

The couple had been together a long time but Spencer wanted to be respectful by knocking first however he was sure on this occasion she wouldn’t mind the surprise I mean he had been away for almost 5 days after all.

He opened the door and took in her body, her head was tilted back under the shower head as the water ran down her slightly tanned skin. Spencer knew he wasn’t going to be able to enter the shower undetected so he knocked on the glass, her head quickly turned to him a shocked expression on her face before realising it was him.

“Are you okay?” Sofia asked him.

“Can I join? You look beautiful,” he said, his eyes trailing her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and breasts ending at the end of her ribs.

“Hm yes you can join,” She giggled pushing the glass door open for him.

He got rid of his clothes and entered the shower standing behind her wrapping his arms around her midsection and smelling the clean skin on her shoulder, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” She said twisting her head round to meet his lips in a very awkward angled kiss.

Spencer began leaving kisses at the side of her neck, sucking lightly leaving what would become faint marks on her skin.

“Mmm baby I’m trying to shower,” Sofia spoke pushing further back against him feeling his cock hardening against her ass.

“Sorry about that… but it has been well 5 days,” He rubbed the back of his neck swallowing nervously.

“It’s fine I like knowing I still turn you on.”

“You’ll always turn me on darling,” Spencer’s hands travelled to her breasts grabbing both of them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing her nipples.

“Oh baby, that feels so nice,” Sofia said under her breath.

“Did you miss having me here?” He asked running his hands from her breasts and down the sides of her waist.

“Mhm, you shouldn’t leave for work all the time.”

“I’ll suggest it to Hotch,” He turned her around so he was now facing her and left kisses on her chest and the top of her cleavage.

“Good plan,” Sofia reached one hand down wrapping it around his cock resulting in him moaning into her chest.

He pulled back and shook his head, “No, this is about you for now, hands off.”

She immediately obeyed him moving her hand before being pushed up against the wall of the shower.

Spencer kissed a trail down her body as he got onto his knees and began kissing her inner thighs.

Sofia reached down sliding her fingers into his damp curls her hand tightening in them when he ran his tongue up her slit.

The blonde let out a few sighs of pleasure as he gripped onto her thighs spreading them further apart.

Spencer angled his head to latch his lips onto her clit, sucking at it gently. He moved one hand from her thigh to grip onto her hip.

Sofia’s hands tightened in his hair as he ran his tongue in circles over her clit before running it down to her entrance and plunging it into her wasting no time to get it as deep as he could twisting it further inside.

The moans, sighs and the look of pleasure on Sofia’s face he was hearing and seeing had made him harder than he was before if it was even possible. He knew it took the blonde a little while to reach her first orgasm and at this point, he didn’t know if he would be able to wait that long.

Sofia’s eyes were closed and her mouth was parted open as strings of moans came out of her mouth that only got louder as he splayed his right hand over her lower stomach so his thumb could reach down to her clit rubbing it in firm fast circles. Maybe this wouldn’t take as long he thought.

“Oh my god, Spencer!” she shouted gripping his hair impossibly tight and pulling it so hard it was hurting but he would not say anything about it.

Sofia sighed heavily, one of her hands leaving his hair and slamming against the tiled wall and her legs threatening to close around his head as she climaxed, her juice spilling out onto his tongue.

Spencer removed his tongue from inside of her but kept his thumb lightly brushing against her clit while she came down from her orgasm.

He stopped his actions with his thumb when he heard her breathing slowing down and placed both his hands on her hips rubbing them comfortingly. He stayed on his knees and looked up at her, “Are you okay darling?”

The younger woman nodded her head ‘yes’ until her breath had returned to talk, “Yeah thank you, so good. God, you’re so good at that Spence.”

Spencer smiled, standing up from the floor and pressing his lips against her, it was a loving kiss made more passionate by her being able to taste herself on him.

He pulled back after a minute and ran a hand down her hair, “You’re gorgeous honey.”

“Do you want my help with this?” She reached down and took the length of his cock in her hand.

Spencer groaned at the touch, “Can you go again?”

“Yeah,” She nods, “Always.”

He kissed her lips once before roughly connecting his lips to her pulse point on her neck.

His hand moved from the side of her face to her collarbone rubbing his hand across it and down between her breasts.

“I don’t need any more teasing baby you’ve warmed me up enough,” she said pulling his head back up from her neck so their lips could join again.

“From the front or back?” Spencer asked.

“If I say back will you pull my hair?” Sofia smirked at him.

“No I don’t want to hurt you,” He pecked her lips.

Sofia rolled her eyes, “You choke me but you won’t pull my hair?”

“It’s different.”

“Fine, we will work on this, front then and choke me.”

“Okay,” Spencer waited for her to adjust her position for it to be easier for him to slip inside of her.

Spencer eased into her slowly, he was large and while they had done this many times he always wanted to be careful not to hurt her.

Adjusting to him didn’t take long due to her previous orgasm and already being used to his size.

“Move,” Sofia ordered with a moan.

Spencer complied pulling out a little and pushing back in earning a louder moan from his girlfriend.

“More please,” she breathed out wrapping her arms around his waist.

Spencer quickened his pace earning moans from him when he thrusted in and out of her.

Sofia's nails scraped down Spencer’s back while her eyes rolled in pleasure, “Oh fuck. Yes!” She said between moans.

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax as her walls tightened around his cock more with each thrust. Spencer moved his hand to her neck squeezing lightly against her pulse point.

“Keep going please,” Sofia begged

“I’m not stopping babe,” Spencer thrust at a different angle hitting a point inside her he hadn’t hit before.

That movement mixed with the choking sent her toppling over the edge for the second for the second time that evening.

He wasn’t far behind after seeing her orgasm washing over her face.

“I need to pull out baby,” he spoke rather softly, loosening the hand from around her neck.

Sofia groaned, “Why? You never usually do?”

“Are you sure you want me to?” Spencer grunts.

“Yeah,” She kissed his lips slowly running one of her hands down her chest.

With one more thrust Spencer finished inside of her, moaning into her mouth as they kissed.

He pulled away from her breathing heavily. His brown eyes met her blue ones just staring at her as he got his breath back.

“You okay honey?” Sofia giggled at his flushed cheeks and scattered breaths.

“Yes, more than okay. I’m going to pull out now.”

The blonde nodded but still let a small whiney moan out as she felt the loss of him from inside of her.

The sweet sound made Spencer’s heart beat a little faster than it already was from the physical activity they had just participated in. He took her face in his hands and smiled at her before placing a peck on her lip, “I love you,” he spoke between the kisses.

“I love you too Spence,” Sofia said stepping further under the water from the shower head.

“Can I wash your hair?” He asked moving closer to her again wrapping his arms around her from behind.

She leaned back into his touch so their bodies were pressed together, “Of course, you know I’ll never say no to that.”

Spencer took the shampoo bottle from the small shelf and squirted some into the palm of his hand. The smell of sex in the shower was quickly drowned out by the thick smell of Sofia’s lavender-scented oil that she’d mixed into her shampoo.

As he rubbed it into her hair he spent a fair amount of time massaging her scalp, “I love the smell of your shampoo.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, It makes me feel calm I miss smelling it when I’m away.”

“You’re so adorable, I’m giving you so many kisses when you’re finished washing my hair.”

“How about you do that after we put pyjamas on and get into bed to watch a movie?”

“Sounds like an excellent plan,” Sofia quickly turned around in his arms and pecked his lips despite the fact his hands were still threaded in her hair.

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yanderejustforyou · 2 months ago

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Master List

BABYGIRL 2024

In his care - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Under his Glaze - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x Reader)

Power of your name - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Yours - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Marked by who - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Honey covered kisses Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Into the Wild - Babygirl 2024 Harris Dickinson = Samuel x reader

No Escape, Only Him - Babygirl 2024 Harris Dickinson = Samuel x reader

Supernatural

The Boss’s Puppy – Dean Winchester x Reader

Unspoken – Dean x Sam Winchester

Whumpcember Day Two: Sedation – Dean x Sam

Submission - Last Straw

Red String - sam x dean

The Devil's kiss - sam x dean

Unholy Bond - dean x sam

a sick want -sam x dean

Thread of Doubt - sam x dean

Bully - sam x dean

A little Fun - sam x dean

Breaking the alpha - sam x dean

Give It All - Dean x reader

My Hero Academia

I Don’t Know if I Want to Be Let Go – Izuku Midoriya x Katsuki (Zombie Apocalypse AU)

My hope - Izuku x Reader

Fury beneath the surface - katsuki x izuku

Burning ice - Todo x reader

Flames of control- Dabi x reader

Obeying the flame - Katsuki x izuku

unyielding power - Katsuki x reader

unyielding desire - Kirishima x izuku

Sweet Addiction - Izuku x reader

Beneath the Apple Trees Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

Carving Shadows Fandom:My Hero Academia Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

The Prison of His Protection Shoto x reader

The Silence That Binds Us = Shoto x reader

The Penguin (2024)

Other Plans – Oswald x Victor

Day 2 - little lie - Oswald x vic

under his wing - oz x vic

The Edge of Control - oz x reader

The Winter King and His Knight - oz x vic

Day three its your fault - oz x vic

The Edge of Control - oz x reader

Touch - Sofia x reader

Crazy in Love - vic x oz

Leash of Desire - Vic x reader

Under you command - Reader x Sofia

A Vicious Love - Vic x oz

Guarded hearts - Sofia x reader

Water park request - oz x reader

Harry Potter

Whumpcember Day One: Broken Bones – Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Into The Unknown – Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Whumpcember Day Three: Shared Secrets – Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Day 6 ❄️ Present ❄️ Making a New Christmas Tradition - Blood Play – Draco Malfoy x Harry

Hannibal

Consumed by Desire – Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

Marvel Cinematic Universe

The Nightmares of Iron – Tony Stark x Peter Parker

Beneath the Mask – Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Haikyuu!!

Heart of Body – Oikawa Tooru x Reader

How Could I Ever Let You Go – Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Attracted to My Sweetheart – Keishin Ukai x Reader

Do You Find Me Peaceful Yet? – Sugawara x Reader

The Boys

A Lost Chance – Hughie x Homelander

Golden Cage - Hughie x Homelander

Found

Day 5: Frost Bite - sir x gabi

Short and Sweet - A December fanfic playlist!!!! (a new one each day

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sweetmariihs2 · 11 months ago

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Cedric and Wormwood's childhood together

In the "Substitute Cedric", at the end of the episode, Cedric talks about teaching the royal prep students a spell that can turn rocks into ravens. The fandom also noticed this, because somehow it may be implying that Wormwood was a rock before. And I also believe that this is true, or else they wouldn't have put that in the episode because it would cause misinterpretation of their characters- there's a huge chance of this being true.

Cedric knows the spell, which means that he did it before. The only raven we have in the show is Wormwood, who happens to be his familiar. So like. Okay.

CEDRIC DID THE SPELL AND MADE WORMWOOD. It's not like my first headcanon: that they met when Cedric was young and still at Hexley Hall, and someone in the school staff (because it's an advenced spell, Cedric can't cast it) did a spell who would guarantee Wormy's life while Cedric is still alive (or else he would already be dead by now, he's a bird, there needs to have a spell somewhere) because he's his familiar now. I believe that everyone needed to find a creature to be their familiar at some point at Hexley Hall, in the first years (because having an animal assistant is necessary). But at first I was thinking like "no, okay, Cedric found Wormwood somewhere and brought him home, they did the spell and now he's his familiar" but some days later I watched that episode and found out about the "turning rocks into ravens spell"

You know what this means? Cedric literally made Wormwood. He gave him life after a rock. So his betrayal gets more painful and has a whole different meaning.

I guess we can compare this situation to a son turning against his father, somehow. I don't believe that Wormwood sees him as a father, actually very from that. He just thinks that he was a middle schooler who cast a spell on a rock and since then Wormwood is his familiar, that's all. They grew up together, more like brothers or "best (worst) friends" I would say. @shychick-52 has a good character analysis of him in her fic "The Master Wand", that explains that Wormwood's anger comes from the fact that he was just as miserable as Cedric, but Cedric got help. He got out of the dark, but he didn't held Wormwoods hand (wing) to pull him from there too. While he was getting better and being influenced by Sofia to be a good person, the same didn't happened to Wormwood, who was so deep in his hatred, insecurity (not getting other people's approval and believing that just being nice wasn't enough), revenge that he didn't change his mind. While Cedric had Sofia to help him, Wormwood had no one. It was assumed that just because Cedric got better, his raven would get better too, because of couse, a familiar obeys and thinks the same way as his master, right? He could have been saved by Cedric or Clover. But that didn't happened. And I still think he deserves a redemption arc btw, or at least an episode.

But yes, the thought about Wormwood being created after a rock by Cedric it's implied in stf and it makes the whole situation more tense. Imagine how Wormwood was feeling, imagine how Cedric was feeling. Wormwood's reasons are understandable but it's a little weird the fact that he choose to betray Cedric so fast with someone who he doesn't even know yet (Prisma). It was REALLY FAST. He didn't think twice. And it confuses me why he choose to be so many years by Cedric's side, when he could have just ran away like that at any moment. If he always thought that Cedric was an idiot then he should have ran to another master years ago, because as we can see, he doesn't even think twice before leaving him.

When Cedric says something like "what about all those years of friendship" it's not just about their friendship. (Headcanon part) It's about when the whole class needed to turn a rock into an animal to make that animal their familiar, for each animal there was a different spell and all his classmates got the best ones first: owls, cats. He got one of the last ones, a raven, the one no one wanted, just like him.

And he was the only one who repeatedly was making feathers, vegetables, while everyone was laughing, making fun of him and whispering about "him being him" again, looking at him with disgust, asking why he was still trying- and the situation was starting to get humiliating. Everyone had already finished. And after so many tries, everyone looking at him with a judgemental look like he was in the middle of the room (just like how happened at the incident, he remembers that really well), Cedric gave up.

Maybe he watched while his teacher did the "familiar will live until their master is alive" spell in each one of the students, making sure that they all were now officially connected. But Cedric didn't had one, so he was the only one who just watched in silence. His teacher went to him, and as always he told Cedric to keep trying later, which made him feel a little better, but not a lot.

He kept trying, trying and trying after school, maybe at night (Hexley Hall boarding school headcanon time). And when he finally did it, the rock turned into a baby bird, and Cedric started crying out of happiness. He was able to make a real crow- and the baby was just in the palm of his hand making little noises and looking at him with a confused look, with not even a thought going through his mind. The baby raven didn't knew a thing but Cedric loved him already, just like the feeling of getting your first dog but this time with the whole stituation of the spell, Cedric being pressured and judged, and now he finally did it.

He immediately knew that this bird would be his best friend. He was a little weird looking, just like a little fluff ball, but Cedric was a little weird too, that was one more thing that they had in common. And he was so proud and loved his new bird so much that he wouldn't mind even if he didn't had feathers. What happened was that in the next day everyone went to class with their new familiars and Cedric was there with his baby bird, all proud of himself. Everyone saw this and some even thought that he got the bird somewhere, that he was pretending the spell worked just so that he wouldn't make a fool out of himself in today's class. But somehow they proved it was true, or the teacher just simply believed in him, the thing was that he finally had his familiar and the spell was casted on him to make his familiar permanently. And since then he carried the bird everywhere.

He gave him the name Wormwood after the herb. Maybe there was a funny situation with a wormwood and the baby bird involved, and that's when Cedric decided his name. But the thing is: they were always together since their childhood. I'm not really giving a deep dive into their relationship right now, so there's no conclusion to this post, but I wanted to share my headcanon. I made a drawing yesterday and their childhood together is in my mind ever since.

That's what I made (visual representation of the scenes):

I think I'm gonna make more but idk. Hexley Hall Cedric is my roman empire

#i love hexley hall cedric #cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #cedric the great #sofia the fandom #cedric the sensational #stf wormwood #wormwood #headcanon #headcanons #hexley hall

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annokan · 1 year ago

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Hitblade (rewrite)

A young girl in her mid 20s stood leaning against the wall of the house and watched the youth in front of her, occasionally smoking her cigarette. The youth was a group of pranksters trying to replicate the tricks they saw in videos on the Internet. These teenagers should have grown out of the parkour phase a long time ago, but this entertainment allowed them to forget their family life and spill out their pent-up resentment. Their troubled upbringing is what united their gang, as normal people couldn’t understand them. The leader of the group, Mark, was a slightly overweight blondie, with an attention catching patch on his face. He had a wide smile as his perky voice commanded the group. He noticed the girl and energetically waved his arms as he called out for the girl.

“Sofia, check this out! Come on, scaredy-Tom!”

He pushed his comrade standing next to him, ordering him something. He hesitated until he got a slap on the back of the head. The wimpy boy nervously, and with great uncertainty, stood on the edge of the garage roof. He bent his knees and quickly did a forward somersault, landing on his feet on the ground with a stumble at the end.

Sofia looked with regret at his friend, who was happy that he did not break his neck. strongly patted Tom on the back, making the poor guy lose his balance, grabbing onto a nearby curb. Mark always made her worry, he was a born leader, but his extremely cruel family life with constant beatings made him cruel towards the world.

“Oli-dolly, bring us some snacks, you’ll break your limbs anyway if you tried the same thing”.

Glancing towards who he was addressing, she saw a teenager with disheveled black hair, a relaxed posture as he moved side to side. His rollerblades quiet against the ground. There was barely any sympathy between Oli and Mark, and Mark made it obvious with his actions. Since Oli never took his rollerblades off, Mark only saw him as the perfect person to steal food from vendors or other sellers for the group.He was always silent and often obeyed Mark, his clear opposite. Despite his modest nature, his slightly torn and shabby clothes still hinted treacherously that he, too, had gotten into fights or endured bullying from the leader of their gang. The skater smoothly rolled towards Mark with a bag of various sweets, holding it out to him. Oli was quiet, calm and composed, with his gaze infuriating Mark, and he grabbed him by the collar, hissing threats through his teeth.

“Mark, he didn’t provoke you. Oliver deeply apologized to you before, remember? He's good underneath, and values your friendship a lot!”

Sofia put out her cigarette and walked toward the teenagers. She was always afraid that Mark would become a petty criminal, or worse, a murderer in the future; he often beat other boys to a pulp if she didn’t interfere.

Sofia muttered worriedly, carefully placing her hand on Mark’s shoulder, who shuddered and twitched, moving away from her touch.

“We all know what a freak he is, inside and out! He deserves to be treated this way!-”

The angered boy pointed at his plastered cheek, shaking.

“And overall, he should worship me! Stupid vegan.”

Mark barked irritably, his rage-filled eyes darting between her and the silent boy that was still in his grasp. Sofia sighed and wanted to respond, but the sound of her phone ringing silenced her. She pulled out the device, reading the caller ID before answering.

She answered the call in a saccharine tone.

“Yes, sweet honeybun? Do you want to meet today? Yes, okay, let's go, same spot, same time”.

Mark and Oli, nearly forgetting their conflict, stared at her with disgust. Oli’s disgusted look quickly turned furious as he roughly, and unexpectedly, pushed his opponent’s hand away. Mark, snapping his head over to look at him in surprise, decided to drop the ‘fight’. Choosing to chew on the sweets that were given.

…

Sofia quickly ran home to get ready. She was lucky that a rich family man had noticed her. After all, the last thing she wanted was to live poorly with her alcoholic parents. She believed if she did everything to please him, he would finally leave his wife and marry her, even though she knew that all he truly cared about was her beauty.

They always met late at night when no one could see them. And this time she dressed up in the most provocative and colorful dress she owned and went to the location, a deserted road far from residential buildings, deep in the night.

She arrived before the appointed time, feeling the cold autumn wind blow against her skin and she cursed herself for not bringing her light pink fur coat with her. She could only hope her lover would come soon, and until then, she could pass the time by playing on her phone.

Distantly, a whistle could be heard. Her ears picked up on the sound, with her head slowly turning to what she assumed was the direction of where it was coming from only to find nothing. The whistle resumed, seeming to get closer and yet distant at the same time the more she looked, until the source of the whistling had made itself known right before her eyes.

A young man, wearing a cap, with his face covered, was holding something in his hand. She didn't have time to look at him overall.

All she felt was pain. Her phone flew out of her hands, sliding away from her fallen body and she could only hear a painful ringing in her ears. Something warm began to drip down amidst her blonde hair, staining the floor before she used her force to lay on her back and tried to see her attacker through her blurred vision. His silhouette stood scarily still, his hand holding what looked like to be a hammer and clenching down on it.

The girl sobbed, her voice breaking while her eyes filled with tears.

“Why, I-I didn’t do anything!”

“This is true. You haven’t done anything, no one needs you, you’re just rotting inside. Who cares if a prostitute suddenly disappears”.

The attacker explained to her, his voice carrying no hint of sympathy while he continued to stare down at her. Sofia didn't understand, her mind getting overwhelmed with thoughts as she tried to find a reason. Was this Mark? Did he lose his temper? Was this his way of taking his revenge for all the times she separated him from the other boys? With the last bit of her force, she attempted to run away from him. Her voice died in her throat, leaving her no way for her to scream for help and instead all she could do was sob and wince from all of the pain. She could tell he was following after, focusing on the sound of something rubbing against the concrete before she was knocked down to her feet once more, her face meeting the floor and she swore she had broken her nose. She couldn't fight back, only watching an old battered hockey stick raise upwards before it landed another hit on her head.

Darkness took over her senses. She hoped this had been a cruel nightmare and that she would wake up in her bed safe and sound... But her consciousness began to slip back, her brain processing a wet sensation on her stomach before suddenly pain shot up in her system. Her eyes opened wide, and she attempted to scream from the excruciating sensation, but all she could do was gargle on her own blood.

"Don't try, I cut your vocal cords. I'm amazed you regained consciousness, honestly."

She turned her head to the right, seeing a painfully familiar face, bloody, munching on something. She noticed briefly that his hands were fidgeting, tearing some sort of rubber.

"O-Oli? What's happening?" Was what she wanted to ask, but all she could feel was pain before she let out a series of hacking and coughing sounds, saliva and blood mixing up together. The black-haired man paused, lazily looking at her widened eyes before beginning to speak.

“Do you remember how in childhood, parents said: when a person dies, his soul lives on, in trees and other vegetation. After all, the soul is in human organs, like brain and heart, when they decompose, they become one with nature. And in religions, the soul can even be reborn in animals."

The girl looked around, desperate to try and escape from the horror she was experiencing before her eyes locked onto where her legs were supposed to be, a tortured sob escaping her lips once she saw that it had become bloody scraps. Through her tears, as she frantically to look, she saw that there was no one nearby except him while both were inside of what looked like an abandoned building, her gaze locked onto the bloody tools that were scattered around before it diverted towards the corner, a dusty drum with what seemed to be bones mixed with skin poking out of it. She wanted to vomit.

“And the soul of a person is the most disgusting and corrupted thing that exists. Even children. Children are not born innocent. There is nothing salvageable in a human, you know. And after some time, I thought, what if I destroy the soul? Destroying and burying the body is not enough, I have to completely get rid of it, especially the organs. I don’t want animals and even vegetation, that are pure from human thoughts, to be ever tainted by such filth.”

He smiled lightly as he pulled out a meat cutting knife from his old backpack, examining its sharpness.

"I certainly am grateful for when you listened to my pathetic cry back then."

What was once a sweet memory had become bitter, she could still hear the sounds of little Oli sobbing into her chest due to his nightmares, after his mother showed photographs from the crime scenes that she had brought from work. Her thoughts got overridden by an intense pain in her abdomen as she winced, hot tears running down her face with her breathing growing more faint as she felt her life slip from her hands.

"But understand, all you do is corrupt other people more and more. Why girls never value themselves will remain a mystery to me."

…

The teen wanted to continue his crazy stream of thoughts, but he only met the girl’s glassy gaze. He abruptly fell silent and continued his work without speaking another word.

"Come on, they haven't caught that cannibal on rollerblades yet? The police are slacking off at this point!"

“Have you guys heard? That maniac, Hitblade, has killed someone again! That quiet girl from the sociology department, Rebecca or Raven, whatever her name is.”

The worried brown-haired girl sat down at the table where her four classmates were having lunch.

“I heard from a YouTuber that he was so crazy that he ate his mother and lived with her corpse for several days, but the police stated the crimes were unrelated or something.”

The red-haired classmate sitting in front of her replied grumpily.

“I’m actually terrified, guys! I work the evening shift! What if he kills me? He likes to torture his victims too, seeing them die! It’s actually scary that such a maniac lives an ordinary life among us.”

A chubby guy with glasses exclaimed next to the brunette.

“Yeah, and he is your boss. Pfff, Don’t worry, he doesn’t target people like you, Miriam.”

The girl muttered nervously, lowering her head.

“Jack, it’s not out of the blue for her to worry, a lot of girls her age were targeted. Listen, what if I walk you home from work? I still need to bring a book to a friend in your dorm.”

The plump man grinned slightly. The girl was about to scold her classmate, but the quiet, soft voice of the fourth friend interrupted their debate.

The brunette thought briefly and slightly jumped from excitement on her chair.

“Wow! Thank you! Yes, I finish at 10 pm, well, you know, usual time, usual spot, thanks again, I really appreciate your help, Oli!”

#ayeee improved (i think) version of his story #two amazing people helped me with this #yeah pov is switched who knew #i mentally live in 2015 #story is on the same level #oliver savin #oli dolly #creepypasta art #my work #hitblade #creepypasta stories #creepy art #creepypasta #art #creepypasta oc #original character #creepypasta original character #digital art #oli lore

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starmoon-constellation · 5 months ago

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I'm going to talk a little about myself, I hope that's alright.

My name is Sofia Brookes. I am from another world, in which there is a goddess named Talia, who is similar to the Christian god; she rules over all creation, and passes divine judgement.

I am what is called a "dark angel". I do the dirty work, and complete missions that are not "holy" in nature. I commit sins, while still being an angel, because sometimes, divine judgement is not pure.

Dark angels are still a part of the Heavenly Host, but they are also separate. Dark angels are seen highly in the Host, because of how we complete missions that would make other angels fall.

The interesting thing is, even those who are evil, such as demonic forces, can command dark angels. We are committed to both parties in the never-ending war between good and evil.

Dark angels are not pure. We are not holy. We are not good. We are a neutral party, a type of group that obeys both good and evil. We are not what you think of when you think of angels. We are one step away from falling, but we are not fallen.

Many in my homeland assume that dark angels are still good in some way, but the truth is basically the opposite. The world is black and white for dark angels, there is no grey areas. Yet... here, there is. It is hard to adjust to being in a human body, if I am honest.

But, I know my goddess is with me. I know she will guide me to be the best human I can be. I know that I am safe within this collective, even if there are dangers within it. I know that I will persevere, and I will survive this. And, perhaps, when this body wastes away, I will return to my homeland, and return to my duties as a dark angel.

( Sofia Brooke - she/it )

#endogenic system #tw religion #tw death mention #plural community #plural #endo safe #plural system #endo friendly #endo system #pro endo #endogenic #endo #tw death

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herrenxenoberg · 21 days ago

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Fandorm Showcase #14 - The Sword In The Stone

This one has more heavy lore stuff than the other fandorms I have created so far, so bear with me here.

Introducing the whimsy and chaotic dorm inspired by The Sword In The Stone...

Abracamelot!

The dorm's name derives from Abra- (the front part of Abracadabra) and Camelot (the fictional world of arthurian legends).

This dorm focuses on pure chaos and anarchy, no rules are bounding the students that are placed here since all of them have magic capabilities that exceeds all expectations of others. They specialize in more advanced spells, like shapeshifting, vanishing, size altercations and so forth, especially for the housewarden who can do more complex spells. They have a way of choosing their housewardens by shapeshifting into the most crazy animal they can physically do, the highest achievement they have gotten is a dragon. (Which is the housewarden I will bring up later.)

"A dorm founded on the Mischievous Sorceress's spirit of virtue. Students in this dorm are magically capable in complex spells yet they have no rules of restraint or logic."

Not gonna lie, I was also taking inspirations from Discord, the spirit of chaos from MLP:FiM for this one cuz it really has that chaotic energy I'm trying to go for, so yeah-

Requirements and Traits:

Have limitless creativity for magic/spells

Magically capable

Have a bold personality

Here comes the dorm uniform design:

Fun fact: I actually took the colour palette inspiration from the one Madam Mim card from the Lorcana series, cuz with the regular outfit Madam Mim wears, the colors are too simplistic. I wanted a more chaotic feel for the uniforms, so I make use of the colour palette as well as some inspiration of mage-like outfits.

Now introducing the character roster:

Say hello to the forever immortal chaotic archmage himself...

Mael Devlin! (Twisted off Madam Mim)

Mael is a mischievious little boy (although he's much older than he seems) who just likes causing chaos or making people miserable for his personal amusement. No sense of sympathy or humility came from this guy, he is just that malicious as an archmage who claims to have lived for so many years. But is there really a dark secret behind this archmage's long lifespan? Or is he just bluffing to mess with you? Who knows...

[SPOILERS AHEAD]

Mael has made a pact with the seven demons of the Underworld (This is not Obey Me, calm down Obey Me! fans-) for a chance to live an immortal life as well as limitless magic in his disposal, but at the cost of having his very soul claimed by the Underworld...which should have been what happened but thanks to Mael, being a mischievous lil gremlin, finding a loophole within the pact, the seven demons are now working FOR him, making sure his immortality maintains for longer than agreed. He wanted this pact because he had beef to settle with a certain elderly mage that has been his long-standing rival, but because of said mage's retirement (cough Ambrose The 63rd cough), Mael is left bored out of his mind with no one to challenge with...except when he had his eyes on Malleus Draconia that his spark of mischief returns once again after years of boredom.

Notable Members:

Morgen Le Feye/Lucifer (Sophomore) - A prideful mage who wants to learn from Mael about chaos magic, all while keeping a suave demeanor to hide his malice. He is the older brother of Memphis. (Twisted off Morgan Le Fey from Sofia The First)

Memphis Le Feye/Leviathan (Sophomore) - Morgen's younger brother, always seem distracted yet sometimes envious of people having fun, wanting to join the fun his own way. (Twisted off Morgause Le Fey from arthurian legends)

Morgen and Memphis actually hides a secret despite at first glance, looking like regular students.

[MORE SPOILERS AHEAD]

They're the demons of Pride and Envy in disguise in order to assist Mael in his pursuit of proving his magical might, thus the strange tattoos on their human forms (That symbolizes their ranks in the Underworld). They use the human forms to blend in so nobody would suspect Mael of dabbling in dark magic (it is illegal according to TWST laws).

Synopsis:

Strange occurrences has been happening around campus. Rooms rotating and turned upside down, furniture acting weird and occasionally comes alive, people getting stuck in weird traps. All of this chaotic magic, where does it come from?

Turns out it all came from the school's master of mischief, Mael Devlin, who is finding amusement in people's miseries. Shenanigans ensue as our main protagonists try to make sense in this wacky mess.

And that is all for Abracamelot, possibly the most interesting dorm I came up with.

Next Up: Robin Hood

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst fandorms #the sword in the stone #madam mim #mad and marvelous mael devlin #This is not Obey Me done in a nutshell

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slumberingrose-fandom · 9 months ago

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Time Travel S3 (Comic) #2

#obey me #obey me generation #renee sofia petunia rosa #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me devils 7 #devils 7 #roslyn nettle #drac nettle #rebecca blaze #nina ulysses #pixies #rieka #gacha life 2 #comic

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thenerdykneazle · 1 year ago

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Kindred Spirits - Chapter 2

Chapter 1. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5.

Read on AO3.

Auror Sebastian Sallow x Auror F!MC

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, aged-up characters, both characters have sex with other people during the story, anger/revenge, toxic relationship, I do not speak Finnish or really know anything about Finland

Word Count: 6118

Chapter 2: Suppressed Emotions

MC emerged from the lavatory alongside Sofia not only fearing being kicked out of the programme but also losing her job back home. Abbott had recommended her highly, and MC had made a fool of herself.

Her mood was not improved when she saw Sebastian heading for her from down the corridor. “There you are!” he said. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

MC shoved down her indignation that he felt entitled to her whereabouts. “Well, you found me,” she said tersely.

He glanced nervously at Sofia before continuing. “Teräväinen wants a chat with the two of us,” he said. “Now.”

“Brilliant,” MC said sarcastically.

Sofia gave her a reassuring pat on the back, but her eyes looked as worried as MC felt.

MC followed Sebastian back the way he had come from. “Look, I–” he started.

“Don’t,” MC said sharply. “The one perk of the fact that I’m about to be kicked out of the programme is that I won’t have to talk to you.”

“You won’t get kicked out,” Sebastian assured her.

MC scoffed. “Right.”

“Just…let me do the talking,” he said.

MC eyed him warily. He noticed and rolled his eyes.

“I’ve always been good at getting out of trouble, haven’t I?” he said.

MC couldn’t argue with him there. “Yes, you’ve always been quite adept at manipulating those around you.”

Sebastian had no time to retort as they arrived at a marked office door. Teräväinen’s. The administrative assistant sat at a desk outside of it let them in. Teräväinen sat behind his desk. Jari was at one of three chairs in front of it. Both of them looked disapprovingly at the Brits as they entered.

“Sit,” Teräväinen ordered.

They quickly obeyed.

“I was quite surprised to hear two of my trainees had a row in the cafeteria,” Jari said coldly as he leaned back in his chair. “Care to explain?”

“It was my fault, Sir,” Sebastian said quickly.

MC was stunned into silence.

“Conflict rarely arises one-sided,” Jari said firmly.

“Yes, but, in this case, it did,” Sebastian insisted. “You see, I…I grabbed MC’s arse.”

MC tried to keep her face neutral, but she was as shocked by the explanation as the two higher-ups were.

“That is absolutely unacceptable behaviour, Sallow!” Teräväinen said, clearly livid.

Sebastian hung his head. “I know. I’m sorry, Sir,” he replied.

“It’s not quite as bad as it sounds,” MC interjected, causing all three men to turn to her with incredulous expressions. “It was a bit of an inside joke at school. I just didn’t recognize Sebastian at first. By the time I did, everyone was staring. It was all rather mortifying, so I ran.”

They gaped at her as they processed the information.

“I know you’re young, Sallow, but I don’t tolerate schoolboy antics in my department,” Teräväinen said sternly. “As he’s your instructor, I will leave your punishment in Jari’s hands.”

“You can learn to take this programme seriously as you clean the training room each night. Top to bottom. And without magic,” Jari said.

Sebastian nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“I don’t know how things work over in Britain, but we expect you to act professionally in more than just how you address us, Sallow,” Jari continued. “So, if you ever pull something like this again, you will be fired. Immediately.”

“Understood, Sir,” Sebastian replied. “You won’t have to worry about me.”

“We’d better not,” Teräväinen said. “You’re both dismissed.”

They left before anyone could change their mind. Once they were out of earshot of the secretary, Sebastian spoke. “That was some quick thinking back there,” he said, seemingly impressed.

“Well, I’ve learned not to let myself fall into your debt,” MC replied acridly.

Sebastian pressed his lips together in a thin line. He stopped walking as the corridor ended in a T. As she turned the corner without him, she was glad for the reprieve. She didn’t want to walk all the way back with him.

“Where are you going?” he called.

MC spun around to see him watching her with a confused expression on his face. “To the conference room,” she replied irritably.

He chuckled, irritating her further. “First of all,” he said, “the conference room is that way.” He pointed the opposite direction than she had been headed. She flushed with embarrassment. “And second of all, we’re done for the day. Jari gave everyone the afternoon to get settled in.”

MC had almost forgotten about her accommodations. She had no idea how to ask for another place to stay without exposing that she and Sebastian had lied about the reason for their tiff.

Sebastian gestured with his head toward the exit. “Come on, then,” he said.

MC gritted her teeth before following the former Slytherin out of the building. They emerged onto a busy city street. The cold wind was biting on her exposed face. Sebastian led her to the alleyway nearby. He held out a hand, and she scoffed at it.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I’m not walking all the way to my flat,” he said. “You don’t even have a cloak on.”

“Fine,” she said bitterly before taking the outstretched hand.

Almost immediately, Sebastian apparated them into his flat.

MC ripped her hand out of Sebastian’s as soon as they arrived. He hung his cloak on a hook by the door. He looked a bit nervous as she surveyed the space.

“It’s, uh, it’s not much…but it’s home,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke.

“Your home. My prison,” MC replied. Even she could admit that the assertion was a bit dramatic, though.

Sebastian sighed. “Why are you intent on making this as difficult as possible?” he asked, frustrated.

MC crossed her arms indignantly as she glared at him. “I’m making it difficult?”

“I don’t see why you’re being so tetchy,” he groused as he rolled his eyes.

His flippant attitude was infuriating, and she could see in his eyes that he regretted the words immediately when he noted her simmering rage.

“I just mean that you’re the one who broke up with me,” he said, trying to explain himself. “I didn’t think you’d be so angry about it.”

He wasn’t helping his case.

MC scoffed. “You act like you’re some innocent victim! As if I just fell out of love with you and broke your heart! I told you I couldn’t tolerate the dark magic anymore. You knew I was applying to be an auror. I couldn’t spend my life arresting dark wizards during the day and then going home and sleeping next to one at night. You made a choice.”

Sebastian winced at her words. “Well, so did you,” he argued.

“And I stand by it,” she bit out. “Not that you would know anything about that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, growing angrier.

“That you abandoned us! All three of us!” she said. “And for what, Sebastian? To feel special using your precious founder’s evil spells?”

His face flushed with rage. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

“Well, you’ve had years to explain yourself, haven’t you?” she shot back.

“Ugh! You’re so ignorant!” he said, exasperated. “I don’t know why I bothered asking Jari to let you stay with me.”

MC gaped at him. “This was your idea?”

“Yes, so make yourself comfortable,” he said bitterly as he pulled his cloak back on. “I’m going for a walk.”

Without another word, Sebastian left the flat, slamming the door shut behind him.

“I thought you didn’t want to walk,” MC grumbled even though she was sure he couldn’t hear her.

She found the newly-added spare bedroom. Her trunk was already inside. She popped into the adjoining loo for an overdo wee before she set to unpacking her things. She did it without magic and as slowly as possible. She had no interest in leaving the room the rest of the day, especially when she heard Sebastian return an hour later.

To her dismay, he immediately knocked on her door.

“MC?” he asked gently. “Are you in there?”

She rolled her eyes. She was hardly up for another row, which any conversation with him was sure to devolve into.

“Well, if you are, I brought you a kotzone,” he said. “I thought you might be hungry, since you didn’t get a chance to eat your lunch. I’ll leave it here.”

MC heard his footsteps retreat followed by the door to his room opening and shutting. Still, she stayed where she was, sitting on the bed. Whatever a kotzone was, she was determined to let it sit and rot in front of that door. Or, at least, she was until her stomach gave a loud growl.

She sighed and padded across the room. She opened the door slowly, prepared to slam it shut again if she spotted Sebastian in the hallway. As the door creaked open, she spotted a plastic takeaway bag hanging off the outer doorknob. She snatched it up before retreating back inside.

It turned out that a kotzone was a sort of mix between a calzone and a kebab. And it was heavenly. MC devoured the sandwich before vowing to herself that she would never admit how good it was to her insufferable host. Having had an exhausting day already and now possessing a full belly, MC proceeded to take a nap. She justified the decision since the sun was already setting, anyway. As she drifted off, she had a vague hope that she would awake to discover the entire day had merely been a terrible dream.

MC woke up two full hours later. She clicked on the lamp to illuminate the almost pitch-black room. It was ten after five according to the clock on the bedside table. She was feeling well-rested but also disappointed to see that she was, indeed, in Sebastian’s flat in Helsinki. It was dark outside. Abbott’s file had warned her that the days were several hours shorter there. The sun wouldn’t reappear until 9 the next morning.

MC crept to the door and listened for movement. Hearing nothing, she opened the door. The hallway was dark. The only light it in it was what was spilling out from her room. She found a note stuck to the door.

I moved your dinner to the fridge so it didn’t spoil.

MC found herself surprisingly peckish given the recent meal. Before she could make her way to the kitchen, Sebastian’s door opened. He flicked on the hall light, nearly blinding her.

“Oh!” he said in surprise. “Well, aren’t you an early riser? Isn’t it three in the morning for you right now?”

MC squinted at him dimly for a long moment before it clicked that she had not slept for two hours. She’d slept for fourteen.

“Still not a morning person, I see,” he said with a chuckle as he leaned against his door frame.

“Don’t do that,” MC replied irritably.

“Do what?” he asked, seeming genuinely confused but still smiling.

“Pretend we’re friends. We’re not,” she said, putting a hand up on her cocked hip.

His face fell. “I just thought if we’re living together for the next two weeks, it’d be best to try to get along,” he said quietly.

MC rolled her eyes. “We’re only living together because you asked for us to,” she reminded him.

He sighed. “Well, there’s not much I can do about it now,” he said, growing irritated. “If you really hate me that much, then just go home.”

She scoffed at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, I am,” he said. He pushed off the door frame and started walking down the hallway. “I’m going for a run.”

“Aren’t we starting with physical training every morning at the headquarters?” MC asked.

Sebastian turned back to face her. “So, I’m not allowed to exercise outside of that?” he asked, arching a brow at her.

MC couldn’t help but think his new regime would explain how he had gained so much muscle since she’d last seen him. His current attire highlighted the difference. He wore tight leggings under running shorts and had thrown on a gilet over a long-sleeved thermal that clung to his arms like a second skin.

She forced her eyes back to Sebastian’s face, and he was still observing her with a raised brow.

“You can do what you like. It makes no difference to me,” she replied coolly.

“Well, thank you for your permission to live my life,” he said sarcastically.

Sebastian grabbed a knit cap and some gloves on his way out the door, which swung shut heavily behind him.

Having the flat to herself, MC made her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge to find something to make for breakfast as she was starving. She leaned her weight on an arm propped on top of the fridge door as she browsed. On the middle shelf, she spotted a plate wrapped in cellophane. She pulled it out to inspect the dish. It was chicken, broccoli, and potatoes. She was surprised Sebastian had cooked for her. She had assumed when she saw the note that he had picked up more takeaway.

MC set the plate back in the fridge as an uncomfortable pit settled in her stomach. Memories flashed through her mind of the brunet laughing as he flitted about the kitchen in Feldcroft when they’d go visit Anne. She thought of how he would shoo the three of them out of the space when he was cooking – though, she could always persuade him to let her stay when she snuggled up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek on his shoulder. He would then let her perch on the counter to observe his culinary skills – as long as she didn’t try to touch anything.

She recalled him dipping his finger into a bowl of cream and wiping it onto her cheek when she had tried to sneak some extra vegetables into the stew he’d been making. She had scowled at him as the slimy liquid dripped down her cheek. Then, she had burst into giggles when he gave her a mischievous grin and licked her skin clean with a broad swipe of his tongue.

“Good as new!” he had joked.

“Gee, thanks, Seb,” she replied wryly.

MC pulled a carton of milk out of the fridge before closing it. She made scrambled eggs and toast with jam. She left a second plate of the food on the counter before returning to her bedroom to get dressed in her usual training robes.

Around half 6, she heard Sebastian come home and hop in the shower. She utilised the opportunity to leave for the Aurori Headquarters.

MC knocked on his door. “I’m heading out!” she called loudly so he could hear.

The shower cut off. “You sure you don’t want to wait for me? I’ll be out in just a minute,” he called back.

“No, it’s fine!” she insisted, already headed back down the hallway.

She promptly donned her cloak and apparated to the alleyway outside the boring grey building. It took her a bit of time and asking for directions from multiple people, but she made it to the training room. She warmed up her muscles as the rest of the group filed in. By 8, everyone was there.

They lined up as Jari entered the room. MC felt a bit awkward as she stood next to Sofia, who had heard her bawling in a bathroom stall less than 24 hours ago. Sofia had given her a tight, sympathetic smile when she entered the room. It was a gesture of support, but it made MC feel like an idiot. She could only hope no one else had seen or heard about her emotional outburst.

“All right!” Jari said, clapping his hands together. “To start, I want to see what you all know already. We’ll test the accuracy and strength of your spells, have you display your defensive capabilities, and then put it together with some old-fashioned duelling.”

Jari had everyone take their places across from the training dummies. He explained that they would be tested on a series of spells. The dummies were enchanted to move, and their goal would be to land the designated spell in a particular part of the body that Jari called last-second. The dummies, while largely unaffected by most spells, were charmed to light up where they got hit. The trainees would be judged on both speed and accuracy.

It started out pretty standard. Expulso to the stomach. Confringo to the chest. Expelliarmus to the hand. Locomotor Mortis to the knees. Then it got a bit more interesting. A summoning charm to the feet to drag the opponent across the ground. A levitation spell to just one leg so it flips them upside-down to dangle by it. MC was doing quite well. Sofia was doing even better. Though, annoyingly, Sebastian was the first to strike almost every time – and he had yet to miss.

“All right. Your spell this round is a severing charm,” Jari said.

“Oi! Niko! Give me a number, one to ten,” Sebastian said quietly.

“Four,” Niko replied, looking a bit confused.

Sebastian smirked. “Four it is,” he said.

MC rolled her eyes. She didn’t know what Sebastian was up to, but she knew him well enough to know it was something childish.

“Throat!” Jari called, and instantly the dummies started moving.

“Diffindo!” MC said at the same time Sebastian had. A quick succession of other casts rang through the training room.

MC almost growled in frustration until she saw his target’s unmarked neck.

“Sepe, any particular reason you maimed your mannequin?” Jari asked, arching a brow at him.

MC looked closer and discovered it was missing its ring finger on its left hand. The dismembered digit had rolled across the ground and lay several meters away.

“Well, sir, I didn’t think he’d miss it,” Sebastian replied. “He doesn’t seem the marrying type.”

Jari frowned at him. “Let’s see if we can’t get you to channel your energy toward the tasks I set forth,” he said sternly. “We’ll move on to strength testing.”

“It’s not my fault he doesn’t know how to set a proper challenge,” Sebastian said to Niko, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Is he also to blame that you’re an insufferable show-off?” MC snapped.

Sebastian, to her irritation, laughed in response. “You always were quite competitive,” he said.

MC just stomped away toward the other side of the room where the other trainees were gathering in preparation for the next test.

The strength test was MC’s wheelhouse. Ever since she first got her magic, it had been exceptionally powerful. She could do things with spells others couldn’t, like bouncing them between targets or hitting multiple opponents simultaneously.

They started with exploding charms. Jari conjured several layers of cinderblocks. Their goal was to break through as many layers as possible with a single cast. Patik went fist, breaking through eight layers. What he had lacked in finesse in the last test he was clearly making up for now with sheer force. Mikko tied him immediately after. Most of the others made it through five or six layers – a very respectable amount of power. Sofia – who had gotten the top score in the accuracy test after Sebastian’s little stunt lost him the title – got through seven, and MC didn’t think she’d ever had a bigger girl crush before.

MC stepped up to the line as Jari vanished the rubble and conjured new walls. She could feel the magic humming in her body and the building around her as she took a deep breath to centre herself. “Bombarda!” she said, her voice commanding without shouting. She had long-since learned that the power of a spell came from one’s will, not their volume.

The white, almost electric, bolt of magic surged from the tip of her wand and crashed through wall after wall. Eleven of the twelve walls crumbled. The lone wall left standing had a large scorch mark in the centre.

“Goddamn!” Niko said. “I didn’t think anyone could outdo Mikko and Patrik.”

“Neither did I,” Jari said, sounding impressed.

“Good to see you haven’t lost your touch,” Sebastian said, smirking at MC and souring her mood instantly.

“That is quite remarkable,” Sofia added.

MC gave her a grateful smile.

“All right, Sepe. You’re up,” Jari said.

“Could I get the objective just once more?” Sebastian asked.

Jari looked like the limits of his patience were being tested.

“I just want to make sure I’ve got it right, Sir,” Sebastian said, giving the instructor his most charming smile. It made MC want to smack it off of his face – among other things she wanted to do to him, some equally violent, some…different.

“Your objective is to blast through as many of the cinderblock walls as possible with one cast of an exploding charm,” Jari said, obviously irritated. “Are you clear on it?”

“Abundantly, Sir. Thank you,” Sebastian said brightly.

He stepped up to the line and raised his wand. He was still smirking. The pompous git.

MC had kept her fury in check, confident that there was no way in frozen Finnish hell that he was going to beat her. Then, he winked at her, and she almost hexed him on the spot.

“Bombarda!” Sebastian said.

The white jet of magic bored through the walls, blasting small holes in them without knocking them down. It crashed through all twelve walls before putting a hole in the one sealing off the conference room, too.

MC was seething. Of course, he would try some rule-bending rubbish.

Jari looked like he didn’t know whether to be impressed or furious. He released a belaboured sigh. “Yes, well, not exactly what I had in mind, but it did meet the objective as stated.”

Sebastian looked chuffed to bits.

“Moving forward, I would like to add that the goal is to bring down the walls in the process,” Jari said firmly.

“Got it,” Sebastian said, still beaming.

Niko held a fist out to Sebastian, who bumped his own against it as he walked back over.

The same setup was used for testing reductor and expulso curses, as well as banishing a large steel ball through them. Thick metal discs of increasing size were used to test levitating spells and knockback jinxes. They ended with the blasting curse, which they had to use to incinerate solid hardwood cubes. MC went uncontested with the rest of the strength challenges, and the other trainees started to whisper to each other about her.

“I didn’t realize she’d be that powerful.”

“I can see why Jari was excited to have her.”

A few others had the good sense to mumble about her in Finnish.

“It’s good to see you put confringo to use so skilfully,” Sebastian said as he sidled up next to MC. It had been a close call, but Sebastian’s last cube wasn’t charred all the way through like hers had been. “It would seem the student has surpassed the teacher.”

She raised a brow at him. “Funny. I always thought of you more as the devil on my shoulder,” she said coolly.

His genial expression faltered. “Well, I just wanted to say I’m glad you’re doing well,” he said, his voice lacking the mirth his previous comments had contained.

“Thanks,” MC said curtly, instead of what she wanted to say, which was “no thanks to you.”

Jari tested their defensive abilities within a ring lined with what functioned like muggle turrets. The contraptions could swivel and fire offensive spells at a target inside the ring. Jari demonstrated how the arena worked with a surprising display of agility. Then, the trainees look their turns. Most of them took a few hits – and Niko’s hair got a bit singed – but they all made it out in relatively good shape. Kaarina managed to avoid being hit at all.

Afterward, Jari called them all to the mats in the centre of the room. “Now it’s time to show me how you fair against some real opponents – each other,” he said. “Now, I don’t want you to hold back, but I will not tolerate underhanded behaviour. This is still training, so non-lethal force only. And nothing permanently or lastingly debilitating. I don’t think any of us want this programme dragged out longer than it needs to be. Also, it goes without saying, but I find that’s precisely when something must be said – no Unforgiveable Curses.”

He levelled them all with a firm gaze.

“Now,” he continued. “I’ve paired you up based on your marks from the last three tests. Niko, Kaarina, you’re up first.”

The lithe Finns stepped onto the mat. They took three paces apart before beginning. Niko seemed to like rapid-fire attacks. Kaarina had a much more defensive style, matching her performance in the last task. In the end, she let Niko wear himself out before she struck. She was patient – calculating, even. MC noted that she was not to be underestimated.

Mikko and Patrik were next. As the two powerhouses hurled spells at each other, everyone else slowly moved further back from the mats. They each took hard blows, and they were looking rough as the duel went on. Both men refused to yield and seemed nigh-impossible to bring down. It was like watching two dragons fight.

Finally, as the third tooth was spat out, Jari called it. “I would love to watch this play out, but, unfortunately, we have a schedule to keep,” he said. “Well done, both of you. I’ve never seen such durability.”

As the behemoths left, Henri and Sofia took their places. In contrast to the last pair, they had a great deal of finesse. Sofia had a knack for predicting her opponents’ next moves. She also seemed to like to play with her food – hitting with deadly accuracy with rather weak spells. She even threw out a few stinging jinxes. Henri landed a couple severe spells, but Sofia was the one who won out in the end.

“Death by a thousand cuts,” Jari observed. “Never a fun way to go.”

“That was brilliant!” MC said as Sofia returned to her side.

She smiled. “I always love a good duel,” she said. “I’m just sorry I didn’t get to test my mettle against you.”

MC smiled back. She was glad she had a friend to help her through the training.

“MC, Sepe. That leaves you,” Jari said.

“Jari, I wanted to clarify. You said not to hold back, but I wasn’t sure if that applied to my ancient magic,” she said.

“I’m quite eager to see that at work,” he replied. “As long as you’re not risking Sepe’s life.”

“I can handle it,” Sebastian interjected.

“Then I won’t hold back,” MC said, staring hard at his stupid, freckled face.

Sebastian smirked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he drawled.

MC returned the smirk, eager to wipe Sebastian’s off his face. “So, let me guess, it’s time for a proper Finnish welcome?” she teased.

Sebastian threw his head back in a laugh. “How about a proper reunion?” he offered.

“Whenever you’re ready,” MC replied.

They stood back-to-back, paced out three steps, and began. MC sent a banishing charm as soon as she turned around. Sebastian dodged it easily.

“Same old MC,” he said, amused. “Always have to be the first out of the gate.”

“Well, why learn new tricks when my old ones are so terribly effective?” she asked before sending a charred block soaring into him.

It knocked him sideways, and MC’s mouth twitched into a smile briefly.

“Incarcerous!” he said, and thick ropes sprang from his wand.

“Diffindo!” MC sliced them in half mid-air. “Stupefy!”

“Protego!”

MC’s spell ricocheted off Sebastian’s shield charm. They circled the mats, each looking for a window – a vulnerability to exploit.

“I could end this now,” MC pointed out as they kept circling.

“How sporting of you to let me play, then,” Sebastian replied light-heartedly.

She sent some basic casts his way to try to force him to slip up. He didn’t. “I do enjoy charity work.”

He sent a nonverbal blasting curse at her, which she dodged. “I’m the charity case, am I?”

MC shrugged. “I admit, you’ve put a new spin on your old tricks. Levioso!”

The spell soared past Sebastian, but it hit its intended target. A large crate rose into the air.

“Good callback,” he said. “You’ll find that doesn’t work on me much these days, though.”

“Shame,” MC replied nonchalantly. “Descendo!” She sent the spell well above his head.

Sebastian sensed he’d miscalculated just in time. He dove to the side as the box splintered where he’d been standing a moment earlier. He rolled back to his feet. “You have been learning new tricks.”

Sebastian looked elated. MC found it infuriating. She summoned a bolt of lightning down. Sebastian called out an unfamiliar incantation before aiming his wand up at the forming storm, disrupting it.

Her jaw dropped. No one had ever countered her ancient magic. “How the fuck?”

“I’ve learned new tricks, too,” Sebastian said, pulling an amulet out of his shirt with his free hand. It had a familiar sigil – one MC knew to represent ancient magic. “It’s been a working theory for some time. I’m glad I finally got to test it.”

“I didn’t realise you were so obsessed with me,” she quipped.

“You know how I love niche magic,” he replied, grinning at her. “And you’ve got a very rare gift.”

“That makes one of us,” she sneered.

There was a brief flicker of anger in his expression, marring his gleeful mask momentarily.

“Come on now, don’t be bitter that you’ve got to try to beat me using more than just special powers,” he retorted. He hurled a few spells at her, but nothing struck.

Rage bubbled up inside MC. She sent a flurry of nonverbal curses at him. Then, she used her ancient magic to throw another supply crate at him. He dodged it, and she knew he’d strike as soon as he regained his footing. She sent a disarming spell at him as he cast a blasting curse at her. She took the full impact of the fiery blast, but Sebastian didn’t have time to counter her attack, either. His wand flew out of his hand as MC was blasted backwards.

Before even getting to her feet, she levitated Sebastian.

“I guess it does still work,” she said as she stood up. Before he could reply, she smashed him into the ground. She blasted him backwards with an exploding charm before repeating the previous spells, bashing him into the mats until he looked rough enough that she thought she might get in trouble if she continued.

Sebastian lay flat on his back. He coughed as he tried to regain the air that had been knocked out of his lungs. MC walked over, looming over him.

The other trainees were talking animatedly to each other in Finnish.

“Such a bloody Gryffindor,” Sebastian panted. “Taking a blow to land one.”

With an arched brow and a tight jaw, MC extended her hand down to him. It wasn’t an olive branch. It was to save face with Jari and the rest of the trainees.

Sebastian gave her a weak smile as he took hold of the outstretched limb. “Looks like you didn’t need ancient magic to make you special,” he said good-naturedly once he was up on his feet.

MC was fed up with him pretending everything was fine – like he hadn’t burned the bridge between them and then dumped acid on the ashes. Her hatred for him was bubbling over. “Looks like you did need dark magic to be worth something,” she replied venomously, her voice low enough that only he could hear her.

Sebastian’s expression cracked. His smile dropped and his brows furrowed as he began to blink rapidly. He just stared at her for a moment before pushing past, beelining for the door to the conference room.

The excited chatter died down as the others watched Sebastian sprint out of the room.

“Well,” Jari said, clapping his hands together. He was obviously a bit thrown by Sebastian’s reaction, but he did his best to press on. “Good job this morning, everyone! I mean it when I say I’ve never had a more qualified group! I can’t wait to see what you’ll all be capable of once these two weeks are over. I’ll see you in the conference room after lunch!”

You walked next to Sofia on the way to the cafeteria. She was suspiciously quiet.

“What?” you asked. “If you think I went too hard on Sep-ay back there, you should look in a mirror. You toyed with poor Henri like a cat with a mouse.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Henri called back from the front of the group.

Sofia shook her head, still looking grave. “I…heard what you said to Sebastian,” she said, pronouncing his name the Finnish way again.

It irritated MC how adorable she found the way they said it.

“I’ve never seen him look so broken,” Sofia continued.

MC clenched her jaw. She refused to feel bad for hurting Sebastian sodding Sallow’s feelings. “Well, he broke–” she started before violently abandoning the sentence. “–my magic. And he’s a prick.”

Sofia sighed. “I know you have a right to be angry with him, but I fear what will happen to both of you if you keep letting your hatred build.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” MC said tetchily.

Sebastian didn’t show up at lunch. When he walked into the conference room just before they were to start back up, he didn’t even look at MC. She thought it was all the better. Him avoiding her for the next two weeks was the best-case scenario in her mind.

Jari walked them through some basic leadership principles – how to bring out the best in those around you and help resolve tension amongst the team. That sort of tosh. By the end of the afternoon, MC hoped she never heard the words “cohesive” or “teamwork” ever again. She was just glad he hadn’t forced them to do some rubbish exercise that would’ve forced her to interact with Sebastian.

When the meeting was over, Sebastian bolted out the door before MC could. She stayed and chatted with the other trainees about the morning’s testing just to give a safe buffer. She’d always walked faster than him, and she didn’t want to accidentally catch up. Her worry turned out to be for nothing, though, as she was alone when she arrived at the flat. It was only after that she remembered he had to stay and clean the training room.

She reheated that plate of food from the fridge and ate it in her room in case her unwanted flatmate showed up. She washed the dish before hopping in the shower. Several hours later, there was still no sign of him. She felt a bit guilty that his chores were taking him so long. MC flipped through the handbook they’d received to keep her mind off it. Then she read her notes from the day’s lesson.

Around half ten, MC heard the front door open. Then there was giggling. Lots of giggling. She could hear them move to Sebastian’s room as they bumped their way down the corridor, and MC waited for the silencing charm to cut out the noise. It never came.

There was lots of moaning and thudding around. “Oh, fuck, just like that!” a feminine voice cried out.

“Oh, gods, yes!” a decidedly different feminine voice called right after.

MC contemplated stabbing her wand through her eardrums.

“Oh, Sebastian!” one of the women – MC refused to keep track of which – keened. Suddenly, “Say-boss-tee-awn” wasn’t so adorable.

When the rhythmic thumping started against the wall, MC had already had enough. She banged on the wall three times. “Ever heard of a silencing charm?” she yelled.

The thumping stopped. The two women started jabbering in Finnish before their voices cut out. “Thank Merlin!”

MC flopped down into her bed. It was still scarring to know what was happening in the other room, but at least she didn’t have to listen to it anymore. She tried to ignore the pit that had formed in her stomach along with the sudden nausea.

“Fucking bastard,” MC muttered into her pillow before she started to shake with tears.

She was still awake two hours later when Sebastian’s guests left. She heard him walk them out before padding back to his room. MC held her breath until she heard the door click shut again.

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