#the chaos writes fanfics

[mordsfesch]

Summary: Wir haben es uns alle gewünscht und wer sagt, er hätte es nicht, lügt: Franz behält Ludwig und Ivo muss sich irgendwie mit seinem schweren Schicksal abfinden.

[zylev-blog]

The bats had no idea what they were looking at. A very large vehicle that looked like it shouldn’t possibly be able to run was speeding around Gotham in no particular order. Almost as if it was looking for something. It took all of the bats over an hour to chase it down and contain it to question the driver.

A man with black hair and blue eyes that remind Bruce of his late father looks out the window, and says, “We’re looking for our son.”

A woman in the passenger seat that looks like Bruce’s mother adds, “The self sacrificial idiot jumped through a portal into another dimension trying to save a cat.”

The man nodded along, “It’s not really a cat though.”

“Well, what is it?” Tim asked, genuinely confused.

“It’s the alternate version of our son from a timeline where he went evil.” The woman responds.

“But don’t worry, he’s not evil anymore!” The man grins.

Bruce had questions. “But why would your son be a cat?”

“Because our daughter—the girl cloned from the current version of our son, that is—decided to shapeshift into a dog and chase him through the multiverse.” The man replied.

“So our other daughter, the older one, she decided to alert us, but she couldn’t wait, so now she shapeshifted ito a bird to try and catch them that way.” The woman continued.

“Are all of your children shapeshifters?” Bruce asked.

“Yep.” The man said proudly.

“Are you?” Bruce asked.

“It’s complicated.” The woman shrugged, “Using the GAV is faster.”

Bruce was very thankful that the cowl covered most of his face. Everything the people said just made his brain hurt worse.

[ariaste]

Me: [sees everyone talking about how Assad Zaman was "literally" coming up with RPF about himself and Eric Bogosian in an interview]

Me: ah, fandom's doing its little "interpret an innocent comment in Some Kind Of Way" thing again, let's go find the video and do our own critical thinking about what was actually said here--

Assad: What would happen if I said-- [words that cannot be interpreted as anything but RPF fanfic]

Me:

Me: ok fandom gets a pass on this one actually

[chaosandmarigolds]

Reader, after getting the tiniest amount of constructive criticism: right so I’m gonna go scream into the void

ghost, confused as they walk over to him, bury their face into his chest and then scream:

reader, turning back to Price: okay continue.

[ncis-nerd]

Tie

Agatha Harkness x Wanda's Daughter!Reader

+18

Warnings: Mature, suggestive, petnames, alludes to future smut, hurt/comfort, comfort, dark.

About: You are Wanda Maximoff's older daughter. Age estimated to be around 19 to 23ish but irrelevant to plot. What happens when you wake up in a new body? Where's your mom? Your dad? Your younger brothers?

Agatha All Along: Ep 6 spoilers under the cut

Agatha crawled her way out of the dirt, her hands scratching and pulling at the bits that remained on her face. Her hair all crinkly and dried. The scent of mud reeked from her as a worm wiggled it's way off of her.

Agatha was fuming with rage, but also impressed at your power. She had a suspicion you were one of Wanda's kids when you showed up at her house. The two fo you shared facial expressions so she had a hutch but you throwing her into the dirt and killing Lilia and Jen confirmed it for her.

--

You were walking on the road, on your way to the next trial. Your mind conflicted, you didn't know you had that in you. To just kill two witches, two innocent witches with the snap of a hand.

You shuddered at the thought, you didn't want to be a bad guy and kill innocent people. It was just an accident, you just wanted your family back and Agatha was getting on your nerves. Tears filled your eyes as your vision began to get blurry. You stopped your walking and sat on a abnormally large rock. There you just sat and pondered for a moment.

--

A smirk appeared on Agatha's face as she saw your jittery frame appear into her sight. The witch approached you with the lightest hand on your shoulder. Her touch ghosted your skin, you jumped up. Gasping softly as your eyes met hers.

"Agatha, I-" You stuttered. How was this possible? You thought you had gotten rid of her, was she not dead? You thought to yourself as Agatha's voice broke you from your trance.

"Can't get rid of me that easily, toots." Her voice purred, almost lulling you in. There was something different to her. Agatha was acting rather strange. Her movements were more... seductive.

No, it couldn't be. You were just reading into the situation too much.

--

Agatha brought her hand to rest on your chin. Her thumb stroked your cheek. "I know it's you, hun. Don't need to hide from me Sweetheart." Agatha cooed. She noticed your eyes widened, as you begin to fall into her trap, fall right into submission. Just as she wanted you.

a/n: like and reblog for more!

[stevie-petey]

now you're a stranger (and i'm still july)

﹂ season three of "come home"

a lot can change in a year, and when summer comes to hawkins, you think you're finally okay with this idea. you've settled things with jonathan, nancy is now your friend, and steve harrington calls you angel. then dustin intercepts a secret russian code and your grand plans of you and robin teasing steve all summer, and maybe even falling in love, all come crashing down. (meanwhile all steve wants to do is ask you out). (but the russians complicate things). (as usual).

episode one: suzie, do you copy? - you help nancy sneak through jonathans window, the party uses you for your "in" with steve, and you sorta become the reason dustin almost blinds lucas. meanwhile, steve tries, and fails, to make you his girlfriend (this will happen all summer), but have no fear ! dustin intercepts a russian code and makes everything even harder for everyone. what a sweet brother <3

episode two: the mall rats - dreams are weird, billy is a hitchhiker, and hopper flirts with joyce in front of you (youre not sure which is scarier), somehow robin knows russian and has genius ears, you get caught in an awkward breakup showdown, and you shamefully are shocked when you discover that hawkins is anything but normal. you would think youd be a pro at this already, but at least steve is hot and really good at sneaking through windows.

episode three: the case of the missing lifeguard - dustin blackmails you for $5 and then dubs steve as boyfriend material for you, robin cracks yet another russian code, you all almost waterboard yourselves after sneaking onto the mall's roof, you have a sexy nervous breakdown, and jonathan takes you for a drive in his sick car.

episode four: the sauna test - dustin has some brotherly concern for you (dont tell anyone though), steve is offended you dont think he can fight, nancy gets upset during therapy hour, robin encourages child endangerment, erica becomes your hero, and you lose your lunch on hawkins makeshift tower of terror (aka sketchy russian elevators).

episode five: the flayed - you have the worst birthday of your life, you almost strangle steve with your bare hands and then later get snot all over him, erica is your savior, dustin is doing his best, robin starts to suspect things, and the russians have opened a gate to the upside down. its all pretty miserable tbh. but hey ! at least steve won a fight !

episode six: e pluribus unum - things get hot and heavy in the face of death, mean russians kidnap your hot almost-boyfriend, you have a philosophical discussion about nerdiness with the kids, acid becomes your new favorite weapon, and steve and robin try drugs together. yippee !

episode seven: the bite - steve and robin are your nightmare blunt rotation, you manage to escape a russian lair: mario cart style, you learn that therapy sessions are fun in public bathrooms, steve places your brother on the russian fbi most wanted list, el probably just killed a bunch of people (deserved), and reunions with jonathan are always special when one of you is gravely injured.

episode eight: the battle of starcourt - jonathan becomes a certified surgeon, hopper returns and is oddly sentimental (wonder what that could mean !), you and dustin show off your musical theater talents, the mind flayer becomes a track star, fireworks become weapons, and really a lot just happens so suddenly it gives you whiplash. dont worry though, the rest of your summer involves painful goodbyes and the scary realization that youre growing up. absolutely disgusting. but at least steve gets to kiss you whenever now, so hooray for that ! side note: you keep making promises to people, surely there wont be narrative foreshadowing as a result !

⌑ set between seasons 3 and 4

episode nine: the good - the party battles the horrors of high school and leave you stranded, tw: applying for college is harder than fighting literal demons (you would know, youve done it), jonathan joins your nightmare blunt rotation, max worries you, and steve solidifies his position of Best Boyfriend in the World as you slowly fall apart (though is anyone really surprised ??).

⌑ status: FINISHED

⌑ season three title based on this song x

⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x

⌑ “come home” season masterlist

*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)

[anyaeras]

request: Could you write a top!Agatha Harkness fic where she gets jealous seeing another girl flirting with reader and Agatha finally takes measures to claim reader as her property?

Teaching a Lesson || A.Harkness

Pairing: Top!Teacher!Agatha x Legal!Student reader

Summery: Y/n had been in a relationship with her Psychology professor Agatha Harkness for a while. Yet when y/n had been getting a bit to close with another student over a group project, Agatha couldn't help but reclaim her property.

Warnings : smut ,, AFAB!reader ,, gender!neutral!pronouns,, legal!age gap ,, teacherXstudent ,, semi!public sex ,, kinda mean!Agatha ,, gagging ,, mommy!kink ,, strap!on sex,, vibrator ,, degrading ,, praising ,, loads of pet names ,, possessive!Agatha ,, light nipple!play

Masterlist @anyaeras

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Sitting behind her desk Agatha finished getting papers ready for her lesson. As the class started to fill in Agatha stood getting started with her lesson on socializing and how it affects the human brain.

As always y/n greeted Agatha with a sweet smile when she walked into the class sitting down at a desk not far off from Agatha desk. The student had been sitting there since the start of the semester. Yet today their was a small change a young girl, she had transferred to Westview college not long ago, now also in the same psychology class had sat down next to Y/n today.

During the whole lesson the girl kept giggling and passing small notes making y/n smile. These actions didn't go unnoticed by Agatha who had cleared her throat to regather the two college students attention.

"May I ask why you two are disrupting my lecture?" Agatha Silk toned voice rang over the class filled with clear annoyance. Y/n quickly shook her head muttering a shy 'Sorry Miss' before trying to ignore the girl who she later learned her name was Kate giggles.

Agatha's lecture came to a lunch break, today being a 3 hour A and B part lesson. Normally y/n would stay with Agatha on lunch yet today Kate invited her to come eat with her and who was y/n to say no. Without much warning y/n left the room leaving Agatha a bit hurt before noticing she had a text from y/n.

"Kate invited me to go grab lunch with her, see you after class? <3" Agatha signed putting her phone down as she worked on her laptop silently until the half hour break came to an end, students filling back into the room.

Agatha carried on staying professional even when Kate and Y/n sneaked in a little late, y/n's face red from embarrassment, while kate just had a smirk on her face as she sat down back in the same seat. Agatha could feel the burning feeling of hate rising inside her as she kept going on.

"As we come to an end for the day. Does anyone have any questions I can clear up?" Agatha asked as she did at the end of every lesson.

"Yes, Miss Harkness. How do crushes affect one's mind in social settings?" Kate asked aloud the statment alone made Agatha scoff yet still staying true to her profession she answer the question.

"Often some may show it by blushing more, giggling or even being kinder to their said crush" Agatha muttered not going into much detail ready for this whole lecture to be over.

Finally it did end yet Kate hung back as y/n always did as they were waiting for Agatha.

"Y/n why don't you come out tonight with me and some friends, the new club downtown? See you at 8?" Kate called out leaving no room for a reply before slipping out of the room.

"I see you've made a new friend?" Agatha voice husked out as she packed up her things

"Oh yeah Kate she was super sweet, we went to a coffee house and-" y/n started to talk about her day yet was cut off by Agatha.

"Why did you come back late? Your face blushing? Did she make you laugh?" Agatha said her voice harsh. The tone alone stunning y/n.

"Agatha it was nothing"

"Just Nothing? she look at you like she wanted to take you right here infront of me!" Agatha snapped harshly stepping forward her hands cupping y/n's jaw.

"Agatha I swear" y/n tried yet it was no use they knew best how Agatha got in situations like this and it was best to just show Agatha that they were hers.

Y/n moved giving Agatha a soft kiss trying to calm her but was met with Agatha returning the kiss much harsher and slightly sloppy. Agatha's hands moved pushing y/n's down to their sides and holding them there.

"Why don't you be good for mommy and wait right here" Agatha purred before moving leaving y/n dazed behind her as she went to lock the classroom door, then moving back to her dark wooden desk opening the bottom draw revealing multiple fun-time toys.

A purple strap and vibrator she moved so that they sat now on top of her desk. The professor smirked at y/n's before giving a simple instruction.

"Go on doll face, strip." Agatha ordered smiling softly when y/n complied like the good little one they were. Their once simple outfit now pooling on the floor below. Left in nothing but a simple black bra and panties.

Reaching down Agatha grabbed some soft rope as she reached over tying y/n's hands behind their back smiling softly at them before giving y/n a sweet kiss.

"Mommy is gonna show you who owns you sweetheart" Agatha said a soft chuckle following behind her words.

"I know you do-" y/n once more was silenced the feeling of Agatha's fingers being shoved into their mouth was all that flooded their senses.

Agatha watched with a smirk as y/n's swirled their toung around her two digits that the dark haired women pressed oh so softly onto their tongue.

"So good for me sweetheart" Agatha purred before gently removing her fingers from y/n's mouth. Dragging her now wet finger down y/n's front stopping to remove the lacy bra letting it simply fall off, Agatha's wet fingers pitching and pulling at y/n's sensitive buds.

A small yelp came from y/n making Agatha stop abruptly.

"Shh my pet. You need to be silent for mommy" Agatha warned, and y/n was aware that it was a warning, next time they slipped up Agatha's would take action to fix their mistakes.

Agatha wet fingers left a trail as she dragged them down toward y/n's center, pulling her panties off in the process putting them on the desk next to them. Pushing y/n so that they were leaning onto the desk as well. Agatha then let her digits slip between her students folds collecting some of their slick.

"You're soaked. Is this for me Or for Kate?" The professor teased making y/n whine slightly at Agatha jealousy yet before they

Could protest anymore Agatha ruthlessly shoved two of her fingers into y/n's entrance, the loud yelp followed by a moan made Agatha tsk with fake pity.

"Sweetheart did I not just tell you to be quite for mommy? Such a dumb slut you are." Agatha said grabbing y/n's panties and shoving them into their mouth as a makeshift gag.

"Much better" the women purred as she fingered y/n's tight cunt.

Agatha used one hand to hold y/n steady trying to keep them standing as she fucked them harshly with her fingers. Her thumb coming up to press onto y/n's clit. Watching as their hips jerk up as a reaction, Agatha could feel y/n's pussy tighten around her fingers as she forced them to take a third stretching them slightly.

"Go ahead I know you wanna cum" She purred watching y/n's legs shake as she started to cum yet right as she was hitting her peak everything stopped, their orgasm ruined.

A whine muffled by the rough fabric which sat in their mouth came from y/n as Agatha ruined the feeling of absolute bliss.

"Aww you didn't really think mommy was going to reward you after you acted like such a slut all day? Silly thing you are" Agatha purred her breath hot on y/n's ear due to how close Agatha stood. The professor moved and readjusted y/n pushing her over the dark oak desk leaving her face down and ass up.

"Now why don't you show mommy that you can be good and not just a dumb little whore, don't cum without permission" Agatha said starting her sentence so sweetly, but ending quite bitter.

Agatha took the base of the purple silicon strap running it down y/n's dripping folds letting their pussy get the toy wet. Slipping it into Y/n's hole Agatha herself moaned at the sight.

"Your hungry pussy is taking me so well, greedy cunt" Agatha teased before starting to rut her hips into y/n's frame, thrusting hard enough that the desk moved slightly below them. Agatha held her hand over y/n's mouth pushing the makeshift gag deeper into the submissives mouth keeping them silent.

"Aww do you need to cum. Why don't you prove how much your mine and cum?" Agatha purred her other hand grabbing a vibrator from the side of the two, placing it against y/n's clit. Watching as their legs shook violently underneath them.

"Mommy can I cum?" Y/n's voice was muffled and distorted as they begged behind Agatha's hand.

"Go ahead, cum" as the few words of permission slipped off Agatha's tongue y/n fell to mush, rolling over her climax. Agatha supported y/n's weight yet didn't once stop even turning the vibrator up as she held it firmly to the students small bundle of nerves watching with a sly smirk as they got overstimulated, tears fell down y/n's face as the gag muffled her pleads for mercy.

"Come one show me how good of a slut you are for me give me another one baby" Agatha grunted out between her harsh trust, and within minutes y/n was releasing again. This time making a mess on the strap which sat nestled inside her from behind.

"You did so good for me sweetheart. How about we head home and get cleaned up" Agatha said softly praising y/n as she removed her cock from y/n's cunt. Cleaning up around them before pulling the soaking wet panties out of y/n's mouth as well.

"Let's head home and get you all cleaned up" Agatha said yet she watched as y/n's legged shook below them when they tried to take just a single step.

"Aww poor baby let mommy help you, looks like you won't be able to go out with Kate tonight you can't even walk" Agatha said with fake pity before helping y/n out of the classroom. So that they could enjoy their evening at home. Without any Kate of course.

[hitchyboi]

Dating Havik Headcanons #1

Y'ALL OKAY THIS IS FOR MEEEEEEE XD I NEED MORE HAVIK AND GOD DAMNIT I'LL PROVIDE IT IF NO ONE ELSE WILL!

Oki thank you~

Content Warning- It's Havik. Gore, Blood, Violance, Self Mutilation, one small NSFW bit, Swearing (That's just me)

Cuteness aggression to the max. He can't help it, his partner is so precious when he's hugging them all he can imagine is squeezing them until their ribs break and pierce their lungs. If he's caressing their face, they can feel the way his fingers twitch, itching to dig his nails into their soft flesh.

He chews and bites. A lot. After Scorpion burned his face off he realized his ability to just straight bite things got easier without skin in the way. Will hug his partner from behind and chew on their hair cause he likes the texture. Cuddling? Random bites the entire time and they range from light and playful to you think he's genuinely trying to eat you sometimes. He isn't, kinda. Just likes biting.... Sometimes he may be trying to take an actual bite. Romantic Cannibalism.

His name has become a confusing mix of a disgust and comfort. If anyone ever calls him Dairou he gets insanely mad, remembering his life in Seido in the lowest caste and all the dictatorship over his life. Yet when his partner calls him his name... its almost like a comforting blanket he's never felt being wrapped around him. He doesn't have to be Havik, Cleric of chaos and symbol of anarchy. He can let himself relax for a moment, his worries can drift away for another day. With his partner... he can just be Dairou.

Surprisingly he is a good cook. Now his method of cooking may be a bit... unorthodox. You don't really know what he's cooking with. Or how he even got it in the first place. But give him some meat, herbs and spices and a fire. He'll be able to roast up a good tasting meal.

Has issues with monogamy. Not being faithful part but more the idea of having fidelity forced onto him? He doesn't like the idea of rules or societal norms re-shackling him after he's gained his freedom. If his partner is fine with polyamory or having an open relationship, great. If his partner isn't comfortable, communicating it as a personal preference and comfort level would gain more an understanding reaction from him rather than telling him he needs too.

Man's comfortable as hell in his relationship and partner. Would never tell his partner what they can or can't do or wear cause fuck that shit. You wanna go to a club wearing a sexy ass outfit and show yourself off? He's your hype man. Go out nude, he'd support it.

Will kill a man if someone messed with his partner.

Has killed a man for messing with his partner.

Has a habit of mutilating himself at the most random of times. Almost like the habit of cracking one's knuckles he starts to feel stiff and really uncomfortable if he hasn't snapped or torn a part of his body for a while.

His partner will have to force this man to put on a shirt if they are going out in Earthrealm. He doesn't understand the social norms of Earthrealm and frankly... he doesn't give a shit to learn. He'll eventually put on a shirt if his partner insists for their own comfort

Has tried to fight police officers, many times.

Getting this man to properly bath himself is a hassle on its own. He grew up in a way where bathing was a luxury few could afford so self care isn't something he's well versed or keen on. If his partner insists that they'd join him in the bath or shower then eventually they'll be able to pull his grimy ass into the water. Once he is in the water however, good luck getting him back out.

Lil NSFW~ Any marks his partner makes on his body during night time fun will always be saved on his body. He'll never fully heal them up, scars are like a badge on honor to this man. Now he gets to walk around with more scars and scars that his partner placed on his body from how well he was fucking their brains out.

[you-show-me-love]

"What's your favorite part of me? Like physically." Ian asked Mickey one night as they lay in bed, feeling soft as they await sleep.

He doesn't know why he asked, really, feels like he already knows the answer. Its his cock probably, the thing that brings Mickey the most pleasure, the thing reeled him in and kept him on the line.

Mickey turned over to face him, eyes moving across his boyfriend's face before glancing just above it. Ian watches his lips twitch upward.

"Gotta thing for redheads." Mickey admits, wrapping his hand around the back of Ian's head, running his fingers through the copper strands.

"Oh." Is all he manages to get out. He's stunned to be wrong in the best way. With his hand still on the back of Ian's head, Mickey pulls him in for a sleepy kiss before turning over. Ian moved right behind him, holding him tightly from behind. Mickey's arm reaches behind him to cradle the back of Ian's head again.

[soapsbaby]

Friends with Benefits

Kinktober IV

Summary: How a friends with benefits relationship would go with them. Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” Mactavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, König, Alejandro Vargas, Rudy Vargas, Valeria Garza, all x gn!reader Rating: NSFW (mdni) Word Count: 1200ish

Ghost

In the beginning it was a lot more “benefits” than it was “friends”. He had a lot of issues to let you in any further than just sleeping with you. 

You were an outlet for frustration and he was entirely honest about that and made sure you didn't feel used or led on.

It took a while but eventually you were able to spend the night, he started calling you when he needed company and eventually he even opened up to you a little and you finally got to understand why he acts the way he does.

He’s a very attentive lover and now that he has a closer bond with you, also an incredible friend. He is always there to listen, even if he often doesn’t know what advice to give you.

Often calls you over late at night or right after returning from missions, just needing a way to blow off steam. He tends to be a little rough with you, but only with your consent.

He isn’t interested in any relationship or attachments so he is quite happy with your arrangement. 

Soap

You and Johnny had been friends for super long before you eventually got closer to him. It was just supposed to be a sleepover so you could binge some horror movies together, but at some point his hand had ended up on your thighs, then you had ended up in his lap and the moment you started kissing you both knew it was over. 

Except for having sex not much has changed between the two of you, most of your hookups still happen during movie nights or other friendship hangouts that you would have had before starting to sleep together.

It’s becoming a problem when people start asking questions since neither of you pay any attention to the movies you’re supposed to be watching. “Oh, you watched (...) on the weekend, right?? How was it?” “Uh… Good… I think.” 

You are so casual and comfortable with each other that there was never really a phase of awkwardness between you two, it just felt natural. 

He honestly doesn't care if anyone finds out, is the type to pull you into a supply closet for a quickie.

Price

You are both very happy with the arrangement, even though except for missing full commitment you are basically in a relationship. 

He will always make sure you know you are taken care of and that you know how much he appreciates you, take you out for dinner or cook for you, get you gifts. 

Compared to the others, your relationship is a little more mature and less impulsive, you had been friends for a long while, tried to date but didn’t quite work out. Still, you both had to admit you enjoyed having sex with one another, so you just decided to go back to that part. 

He’ll check in with you often to make sure you are still happy with the situation and it is understood that if either of you ever find a serious relationship you’ll have to stop.

He likes to make sure he has his time with you, whenever you have a "date" he wants to have the whole day off.

Gaz

It was supposed to be just a friends with benefits situation but failed almost immediately. You both tried so hard to keep it casual but it was a lost cause from the first time. 

Gaz used to have hookups quite often when off duty, but now that he has you, he doesn’t really want or need that anymore. He doesn’t want to admit it to himself, let alone you, but he’s kind of obsessed with you.

At this point you are spending so much time at each other’s places that you might as well move in, but both of you are afraid to suggest taking the next step because that is not what we agreed on.

He is so sweet, always taking his time with you, making sure you are the priority and that you feel well taken care of.

So good at giving oral.

König

You’re one of the few people from his past that he is still in contact with and though you don’t get to see him often, it’s a good time whenever you do.

It’s good for him to have someone from his childhood that can give him a reality check and make sure he doesn’t forget where he came from when he needs it.

He isn’t the best at communicating, which your situation requires a lot of, so you run into problems at times. You don’t see each other often, most of the time there is a lot of distance dividing you, plus the time zones, so there is a lot to be navigated.

He likes and appreciates you a lot though, so you make it work somehow.

Most of the time he is super gentle with you and will do whatever it takes to make sure you finish first, however there have been situations where he just needed to use you to get some negative emotions out of his system after a failed mission.

Alejandro 

He always said he wasn’t one for casual sex, that he was made for relationships, but he had to learn that that just isn’t fully true. Once you and him started sleeping together he had to realize how convenient it was to have someone to help him have his needs met without the responsibilities that come with actual relationships.

He’s a great lover, extremely attentive, very loving, and skillful at what he does. He’d never be selfish and only get himself off.

Rudy

You have been friends with benefits for as long as you can remember, so the communication between the two of you is great since you just know each other so well.

It started when you were joking around with him after a bad date how dating around wasn't worth it just to have mediocre sex with people you barey liked and he got competetive about it.

"Bet I could do better." (He in fact could and did do better)

You don’t sleep with each other that often, just once every few months when you both feel like it. Most of the time when you hang out, things stay strictly platonic, that is just the way things work out for you.

Valeria

She doesn’t have many friends that she can actually trust, so she was terrified to push your relationship any further than a friendship. She didn’t want to risk losing you, one of the few people who knew her before the army, before the cartel. 

Still, one thing led to another and she’d never want to go back to before. She knows you might not fully support her work in the cartel, but that you still feel nothing but loyalty for her.

She doesn’t have time for an actual relationship and also wouldn’t want to put someone in danger of getting caught up in the crossfire of cartel dealings, so you being fairly low-commitment for her is ideal.

She can be a bit of a selfish lover, but you adore pleasuring her, so it all works out in the end.

[blvefilm]

If I can't Reach You

Word Count:2406

Warnings:None? Yearning? Slow-burn ish?

Pairings:Agatha x Rio x Fem!OC

Summary:Rio and Umbra are summoned to The Road.

Notes: This is part 2! I didn't mean to be so dramatic with the word count...wasn't even sure if I would do a second part initially. I tried to keep the dialogue pretty accurate. I hope you enjoy!

Part One Here

2026

The ground beneath my feet parts like a gaping maw and I am pulled into the dark- a suffocating mockery of my own. My form distorts, scatters, and reforms against the weight of the Earth as I am summoned elsewhere- the call a violent tug in my gut. 

Light breaches my coffin of dirt and tendrils of my being claw toward the opening. I emerge with distorted limbs, shifting to piece themselves back together, and a low growl of annoyance. 

Her emotions, more separate after all this time but still sewn into my being, filter through me like water. Amusement. Annoyance. Sadness. Longing. 

The dark voice that formed me bites into a thick vein in my mind. 

You are here to guide. To protect. To collect.

I turn to her, my shadows already seeking her out. A dark mirror to her fire. We twine together as if we are still one and she sends reassurance through our bond along with a pleading to play along. 

It's then that I notice she has taken her green witch form, and that we have an audience. 

The witch that has haunted our hearts for centuries stands before me, mouth agape. I freeze at her presence, tendrils twisting around me in agitation. I can’t identify the fluttering emotion that stirs within me when her gaze locks onto me for the first time- seeing me for what I am after years of shifting around Rio’s neck like a viper.

Rio squeezes my waist before stepping in front of me, and toward the odd group currently cringing away from us in horror. 

“Heard you were having a party.” She states with a grin as she brushes dirt from her torso.

“How did you-” Agatha sputters, hair in messy waves around her shoulders. 

“I was in the neighborhood.” she mockingly gasps and bows before her, brandishing a flower. “Surprise, My Lady.”

I am not shocked when the witch screams and lunges toward Rio in a rage, but the coven holding her back and shouting that they need her ignites my curiosity. 

I will myself completely corporeal and step flush with Rio’s back protectively. Agatha’s gaze flickers between the two of us with conflicting emotions before she spins with a grunt and walks in the other direction. The youngest of the coven, a teen boy whose love for black looked like it rivaled my own, follows after her.

I shove down the rising disappointment at her easy dismissal. 

Rio faces the remaining three witches before us. “What's up? I’m Rio.”

“Umbra.” My voice echoes hauntingly like a multitude of speakers were hidden amongst the limbs swaying above us. They flinch backward and glance around warily. 

“Hello.”

“Sup.”

“Hey.”

My other half cracks her neck ominously. 

“So you’re a green witch?” Asks the short woman with bright orange streaks through her inky hair. The one that bears the dark mark of a curse on her soul. 

“Um…Less a green witch. More like The Green Witch.” Rio’s voice drops so low I’m sure it rattled the bones of the trio- if their faces are anything to go by. I rest my chin against her shoulder and eye them with thinly veiled amusement. 

“And you are..?” The elegant woman in pink silk questions me warily. 

“She is my familiar.” Rio mutters, “We’re supposed to walk this thing right?”

I raise a brow, and pinch her side petulantly at being labeled a pet. 

“Yeah”

“Right that way.”

“Yes we are.”

They mumble over each other, physically leaning away from us. I must admit, I do enjoy being seen, even if they stink of fear. 

“Wow. Witches Road, huh?” States Rio as she skips ahead with crisp leaves crunching beneath her feet. 

She must sense my apprehension at the reference, mentally tugging me along. The trio still stare unblinkingly and I simply shrug and trail behind her gracefully. 

The false moon drapes strings of light between the branches of the forest around us, the shadows they cast take the shape of boney hands reaching out eerily. I ignore Rio’s sardonic remarks as she too eyes the foliage around her, choosing instead to listen in on the conversation occurring behind me. 

“So, what do we think? Can we trust her?”

“We know nothing about her.”

“We know Agatha hates her. I’d say that goes in the ‘pro’ column.” 

I smile fondly when she begins to swing her knife in the air, movements sporadic and violent. Rio has always relished in the fear her mere presence seemed to strike in those around her, often leaning into it as she was now. 

“Honestly I don’t know how to feel. Do I hate her? Or do I want her number?” 

“Same.”

“Right?”

I chuckle softly in agreement, sliding a tendril of darkness along her jaw teasingly as her lips quirk into a smirk. She whips to face them swiftly, startling them for her own amusement. 

Honestly, they were close enough that even a human could hear them. I’m not sure what they are thinking.  

“Rio.” I croon sweetly in an attempt to give the poor coven’s heart rates a break. 

“What scary bitches.” The Sicilian woman with a messy top knot mumbles after we continue walking forward. 

“Why are we playing with our food this time?” I question softly once we are a few paces ahead, hand sliding down her arm to curl my fingers with hers. 

She’s quiet for a moment, and I tune into our bond to ride the crashing wave of thoughts and emotions along with her. I hum thoughtfully squeezing her hand, and she returns the gesture. 

She doesn’t have to say it. She is doing this for our little witch. 

The same little witch we are currently closing in on, teen right on her tail. I note an odd waver to his form. As if a piece of him is splitting from the rest and his edges are blurred. Sharing a look with Rio, I know she sees the same thing. 

We cluster together as Agatha draws to a halt, staring ahead at a dimly lit house with an angled roof that sits idly in a clearing- as if the trees themselves wanted to keep their distance. 

“Pass.” States the cursed witch flatly, spinning to walk in the opposite direction. 

“Uh oh. Mutiny already?” 

Agatha sighs, ignoring Rio and pushing past her in a swirl of navy fabric to call after the disgruntled witch. 

The rest of us share an awkward glance before retracing our footsteps along the path, drawing close to Agatha as she questions the woman’s plan with obvious frustration. 

“Go back, Go around. Go anywhere but in that house.” She grouses only to gasp and stop in her tracks when The Road leads her right back to it. 

“Uh…I agree, but The Road clearly does not.” Utters Agatha, spreading her hands before her with a shrug. “So, I guess we go.”

The coven walks forward cautiously, sending pitying looks back to the woman who remains hunched with uncertainty. I slide past her as well and don’t glance back- keeping my eyes on the only two figures they ever sought out.  

Rio continues to twirl the flower between her fingers as they chatter about the moon on the wooden front porch, a forlorn expression marring her features that is quickly wiped away when any eyes drift toward her. 

I edge closer and nudge her with my shoulder tenderly, waiting until her warm brown stare meets mine to supply a soft smile. Her lips twitch, not a full grin, and she tugs a strand of my hair playfully- stepping away when Agatha finally swings the door open. 

The room is drenched in shades of fire. Reds, oranges, and yellows culminate to mimic a flame. Various instruments crowd the center of the room, and it has a distinct 70s style with funky carpets and a patterned room divider. 

I’m reassured of my assumptions when I glance down to see we have all been draped in costumes like dolls. Leather pants embossed with jeweled skulls cling to my legs while my torso is strapped into a glittery top that digs into my shoulders gratingly. 

“Don’t drink anything. Don’t eat anything. Don’t touch anything.” Warns who I now know is Alice, having learned their names from their squabbling on the porch.

Rio smirks her way with wide eyes, “Feels like there's a story there.”

“Oh. Check me out!” Calls Agatha as she purses her lips sensually at her reflection. 

I am happy to oblige, ogling the deep V of her top heatedly. Her eyes clash with mine briefly, twitching back to herself with a grimace as if she didn’t mean to allow herself that little glimpse. 

“I mean, seriously, we are an album cover waiting to happen.” Quips Teen, his hair now shaggy and shoulders draped in a light blue fur coat.

My stare is drawn to Rio, hair pulled up to reveal her slender throat and V neck plunging in a similar fashion to Agatha’s, much to my delight. 

“What’s going to happen next?” She questions with glee as she leans forward suggestively.

Teen offers up the idea of looking for clues and the group dissipates in different directions, leaving us three and the gaping chasm between us. I remain silent, ever the observer at Lady Death’s side as she molds herself to Agatha’s back and regards her languidly in the mirror.

“Boo.” She whispers, her lips brush against the witch’s ear and I shift closer at the sight, only pausing when Agatha slowly turns to face us. 

“No.” She denies flatly, whether for her own reassurance or because she actually meant it- I couldn’t tell. 

My brows cinch at the sting of Rio’s emotion through the bond- the rope between us growing barbs. She steps past us, close enough that her arm brushes mine and the cloying scent of spiced clove wraps around me. Such a miniscule thing, but it immediately imbeds itself in my mind as the first time we’ve touched. 

Rio and I don’t have to discuss our intentions, both following her resolutely as she disappears through a doorway. 

“Knock, Knock.” Rio sings. 

We enter the recording booth without waiting for a response, I rest against a dark portion of the wall as Rio steps right up to her. “How’s the quest for power going?” 

“It’s going.”

“Who are these people?” She asks incredulously, staring through the tinted glass at the coven that’s currently shuffling through the other room in search of clues. 

“Who is she?” Agatha diverts attention to my wispy figure, always one to revert to mockery and sarcasm. A small part of me jumps at the attention.

“I am her.”

“And she is me.” Rio finishes with a smirk. 

Her blue eyes flicker between us as she runs her tongue along her teeth. “Mhm.” 

Her tone conveys her confusion, and I suspect, a hint of jealousy. I glide closer, voice dropping to a low tone. “I was merely a piece of her soul before I was torn away and spit out. I am an act of balance. Where she hesitates, I do not.” 

“So..” She draws the word out to urge us forward. 

“I am her.” 

“And she is me.” We repeat. 

“Clarifying.” She mutters, tossing her hair over her shoulder. 

“I am Umbra, her other half. Her shadow.” I sigh, a confusing mix of emotions churn within me at the strangeness of it all. I have centuries of memories that are not my own, fuzzy, but they are what made me, me. The soft moments we, they, shared along with the heartbreak. The days Rio and I watched her from a distance… To her, though, I am merely a stranger. 

One that is strikingly close to her ex-lover.

“I’m feeling impatient,” Rio interrupts our heated eye contact with an agitated nod- whipping out her dagger. “I’m feeling like I wanna cause some damage.”

Agatha slumps in her chair, “You’re too early.”

“It wasn’t up to me. Magic, as it often does,” she leans back against the various controls on the panel that borders the glass window, “Chose the path of least resistance. Ferried the closest, most appropriate candidate down. Or up.” 

Agatha chews on her cheek thoughtfully, arms crossed, and narrowed eyes directed at Teen through the glass. 

“Why did you bring that boy?” I question, intrigued by his odd presence amongst the group. 

“Oh…Many hands.” She mutters cryptically. 

I note the miniscule flash of panic in her gaze when Rio turns her calculating stare to him. Her usual mask falls back into place a second later as she stands and sways toward us. 

“Maybe The Road is like Switzerland. What if we just call a truce?”

I sidle closer to Rio as she mulls over her words. I can feel her doubt, but I can also feel the tiniest sliver of hope. Agatha’s eyes track how we lean against each other with familiarity, before twitching her gaze back to Rio's face. 

“Just one more big adventure,” She continues, “You and me.”

I clear my throat.

“And you.” She adds with a wave. 

Rio rolls her head on her shoulders, I suspect to break eye contact. It’s always been hard for her to deny Agatha when she gazes at her like that- especially with the guilt that incessantly claws at her heart for how they ended.

“I just need these witches to get me to the end. So you tell me, what happens next?” Agatha’s tone drops to a sultry whisper at the end of her sentence. 

“I get the pleasure of watching you do what you do best, kill all the witches around you. One by one.” Rio murmurs. 

“Then what?” Agatha urges her to continue, and from the corner of my eye I note the forms of the ragtag coven crowding the booth. A look of trepidation carves their features. 

“You get your power, and I get my bodies.” 

“Hey! That’s my coven you’re talking about. I’m not that kind of witch anymore!” She gasps theatrically.

It’s then that we both note her fingers on the intercom button, projecting the conversation to the now agitated group. Their muffled yells echo through the glass as Rio drops her head with a derisive chuckle. 

My brows fall low in exasperation. “You-” A shrill screech cuts through all other noise, causing all but Rio and I to hunch in pain and smack their hands over their ears. 

[mordsfesch]

Franz und Ivo besuchen einen Weihnachtsmarkt. Kalli ist wie immer sehr cute, Matthias ist froh mal keine Leiche auf dem Tisch zu haben und unsere Lieblingsdeppen sind mal wieder besonders... deppert. Besonders nach ein wenig zu viel Glühwein.

Merry Christmas, y'all!

[erinwantstowrite]

it has come to my attention that you are all traumatized from past experiences,,,, let me assure you that chapter 12 does, in fact, have a lot of fluff and i am not trying to trick you

we are in the era of Peter and Dick being silly little guys. like sure we got that whole "he has to go back at some point :(" overall sadness right now but peter is trying to steal a rotisserie chicken and dick is contemplating letting him get away with it. dick being concerned that peter can not read a map. peter meeting haley and deciding he'd die for her. they're good right now i prommy :3

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before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually��useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

[crescent-dreams]

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A Sorrow Darker Under Moonlight - A Bloodmoon Short Story

As light poured into that cloudy, suffocating darkness, it tenderly unveiled a face - fair and tainted purple, blue. Like a dying galaxy, choking nebulae.

Kneeling down, I stare at the crumpled form before me. Bloody bandages fall around his still form. His long hair tangles, sprawling like plucked out nerves across the floor. I reach a hand out and cradle his cheek. It’s wet with tears; He cried recently. Perhaps he stopped when I stepped in. Perhaps he grew weary, tears draining unnecessary energy. I stroke his hair and hold his cheek. I hope he can feel it, I hope he feels that warmth still exists in this world.

“Heart, can you hear me? It’s Soul.”

I say, feeling my words search for a place to go among the darkness. Heart raises his head slightly.

“What do you want.”

He says, mouth distorting into a snarl as his body curled into himself. He’s weary of me. Rightfully so, I’m part of the reason he’s here. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the strands hold and wrap around my fingers, tumbling and twisting. Pretty. I think of the right words to say; I don’t want him to be afraid or distrust me.

“The moon and stars are out today. The moon is red and the stars glimmer like I’ve never seen.”

I undo the bandages that constrict his eyes, untying the ones restraining his body. He looks at me, his eyes void black and blank. I use some of the white cloth to wipe away his tears, and the blood and grime stuck to his face.

“You’re gonna’ love it. I promise. Let’s get out of here. I’m sorry- I want to show you. I want…”

I want to save you, I want to make you happy, I want to see you smile again.

“I want to show you the stars.”

He doesn’t look at me. I take his hand and pull him up. I feel his fingers wrap around mine, and I want to cradle them, to kiss them one by one and keep them safe, and keep him safe. I run, gripping tightly onto him as we make our way out of the darkness and into the open.

“You’ll love it, I promise! Look!”

The sky is alive, with the flicker of light. The stars dot the murky blue. They look like glitter, like hope, like the dark had something to offer us. They form shapes in the sky, and I run forward, looking up. The moon is bright red today, I don’t know why and don’t care to know. My favourite colour. I had taken it as a sign to show Heart. How grand, beautiful. It is a stark red circle in the blue. I lead Heart forward.

You see why I brought you out, right? Isn’t it just spectacular? Aren’t you glad we’re here?

Then, a harsh pull, and my hand was grasping at empty air. Turning around stunned, I stared at the man behind me.

Heart was looking away.

“I can’t see.”

Swiftly turning, he ran, back to the darkness, away from me.

Away from me.

I clutched my hand, trying to visualise his palm in mine.

I don’t know, I guess I was wrong.

Red is an ugly colour for the moon, and the stars shine the same as any other day.

That must be it. I thought, wiping away a tear.

I was wrong.