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ms-snape · 6 months ago

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Hi could you please write an imagine in which snaps and reader are together, reader grew up in a muggle house, didn’t go to a wizarding school therefore doesn’t know a whole lot about magic. Somehow they find out the other has powers and Snape takes it upon himself to teach her everything.

Title: Magic?

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Words Count: 2000+

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Severus Snape was a man who kept his life meticulously ordered—every detail tightly controlled, every secret well-guarded. His flat in Spinner’s End reflected that precision: shelves lined with books on obscure topics, an assortment of jars containing rare herbs and powders, and not a single item out of place. For years, his life had been predictable, secluded, and exactly as he preferred it.

Until Y/N.

She had appeared one rainy autumn afternoon, moving into the house near his with a clatter of boxes and the faint sound of her laughter through the place. He’d paid her no mind at first, assuming she was just another ordinary muggle passing through the neighborhood. But Y/N had a way of quietly insinuating herself into his life, her warmth and curiosity chipping away at the walls he had spent years constructing.

It started with small conversations, then turned into shared cups of tea on dreary afternoons. Severus found himself drawn to her despite his better judgment, captivated by her wit and her ability to see through his sharp exterior without fear. Before long, her presence became a comfort he didn’t know he needed.

But Severus Snape was no ordinary man, and secrets like his had a way of complicating even the simplest of relationships.

The first time Severus noticed something unusual about Y/N, it was during one of their many tea sessions. She had been recounting a frustrating encounter with a nosy coworker, her voice tinged with exasperation, when the sugar bowl on the table suddenly slid toward her without anyone touching it.

Severus froze, his sharp black eyes narrowing as he watched the bowl settle.

Y/N, however, seemed entirely unaware. She simply reached for the sugar and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

The incident lingered in Severus’s mind for days. It wasn’t an isolated occurrence. As their relationship deepened, he began to notice more of these oddities.

One evening, while she was cooking dinner, she muttered under her breath about needing a spoon. A drawer across the room creaked open, and a wooden spoon floated out, landing neatly on the counter. She had stared at it in confusion for a moment before shaking her head and muttering something about exhaustion.

Then there was the time they had gotten into a mild argument. The moment her voice rose, the lights flickered ominously, and a glass on the counter shattered. Y/N had apologized profusely, blaming her clumsiness, but Severus couldn’t ignore the growing evidence.

She was no ordinary muggle.

He debated telling her for weeks, but every time he tried, the words caught in his throat. How could he explain magic to someone who had lived her entire life unaware of its existence? More importantly, how could he tell her that she might possess magic of her own?

As he hesitated, Y/N’s curiosity began to grow. She wasn’t blind to his odd behaviors—the way he seemed to know things he shouldn’t, the strange ingredients she occasionally glimpsed in his kitchen, or the books with titles written in languages she couldn’t understand.

It all came to a head one fateful evening.

Severus had been in his study, absorbed in a particularly complex potion, when Y/N’s voice broke through his concentration.

“Severus, can I ask you something?”

He looked up, his expression unreadable. “What is it?”

She stepped into the room, holding a thick, leather-bound book in her hands. His heart sank as he recognized it immediately.

“Where did you get that?” he asked sharply.

“It was on the shelf,” she replied, her brow furrowed. “I was looking for something to read, and this caught my eye. But… Severus, what is this? It’s not just a book, is it?”

He rose from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate. “Y/N,” he began, his voice measured, “that is not something you should have been reading.”

“Why not?” she pressed. “It’s not like I can understand half of it. But the parts I do understand…” She flipped the book open, pointing to a page filled with detailed instructions for a potion. “This talks about powdered unicorn horn and asphodel. These aren’t… normal things, are they?”

Severus stared at her, his mind racing. There was no more hiding it.

“No,” he said finally. “They are not.”

She waited, her expression a mixture of confusion and determination. “Then explain it to me. Please.”

And so he did.

Severus spent the next hour explaining everything—the wizarding world, Hogwarts, and his own role as a potions master. He spoke of magic and its many forms, carefully observing her reaction as he revealed the truth he had kept hidden for so long.

Y/N listened in stunned silence, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. When he finished, she exhaled a shaky breath.

“So… you’re a wizard,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“And you’ve been hiding this from me the entire time we’ve known each other?”

“I was protecting you,” he said, his tone defensive. “The less you knew, the safer you were.”

She frowned, her gaze piercing. “Safe from what?”

“From the dangers of my world,” he replied. “Magic is not always a gift. It can be a burden—a dangerous one.”

Y/N shook her head, her expression softening. “Severus, I understand why you wanted to protect me. But don’t you think I deserve to know the truth? Especially if…” She hesitated, her voice faltering.

“If what?” he prompted.

“If I’m part of it too,” she said quietly.

Severus’s eyes narrowed. “What are you saying?”

She looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously. “I’ve always had… strange things happen around me. Things I couldn’t explain. I thought I was just unlucky or clumsy, but… after what you’ve told me, I don’t know anymore.”

He studied her carefully, his mind racing. He had suspected as much, but hearing her say it aloud confirmed what he had been reluctant to admit.

“Y/N,” he said slowly, “it is possible that you are not a muggle.”

Her eyes widened. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” he continued, “that you may be a witch.”

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The morning light filtered softly through the windows of Severus’s flat, illuminating the scattered remnants of the night before: a few spell books left open on the table, a candle burned low in its holder, and a single white feather resting in the middle of the room. Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, her brow furrowed in concentration as she waved a borrowed wand at the feather.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” she muttered, her tone deliberate.

The feather trembled slightly but refused to lift. Instead, it skidded a few inches across the wooden floor.

“Again,” Severus instructed from his chair, his tone calm but firm.

Y/N sighed, gripping the wand tighter. “I’ve said it at least twenty times. Why isn’t it working?”

“Because,” he replied, “you’re trying to force it. Magic requires control, yes, but also intention. You cannot simply will it into being. You must feel it, allow it to flow.”

She groaned, letting her head drop forward in frustration. “This is harder than it looks.”

Severus set down the book he’d been thumbing through and moved to sit beside her on the floor. His presence was steadying, his dark eyes watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice losing some of its usual edge, “no one masters magic overnight. Even the most talented witches and wizards stumble when they first begin.”

“But I can’t even levitate a feather,” she muttered, her tone tinged with disappointment.

“Progress is not measured by perfection,” he said, reaching out to gently tilt her chin so she was looking at him. “Every spell, no matter how small, is a step forward.”

She gave him a small, tentative smile, and he allowed himself a rare moment of softness, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Come,” he said, standing and offering her his hand. “Let’s try again.”

For the next hour, Y/N practiced under Severus’s watchful eye. Each attempt was met with either a subtle correction or a murmured word of encouragement. When she managed to lift the feather a few inches off the ground, she let out a triumphant laugh, her excitement lighting up the room.

“I did it!” she exclaimed, turning to Severus.

He allowed himself a small, approving smile. “Indeed, you did.”

Unable to contain her excitement, she threw her arms around him, nearly knocking him off balance. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing, his hands resting awkwardly on her back.

“You’re a surprisingly affectionate student,” he remarked dryly, though the faintest hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

“And you’re a surprisingly patient teacher,” she shot back, grinning.

He shook his head, muttering something about “foolishness,” but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curving ever so slightly upward.

As the days turned into weeks, their lessons became a regular routine. Severus taught her simple spells first—lumos to light her wand, accio to summon objects, and even reparo to fix the various things she accidentally broke during her practice.

But not every lesson was smooth.

One rainy afternoon, Y/N was attempting to cast a cleaning charm on a spill she’d made. Instead of vanishing, the liquid exploded outward, splattering both her and Severus with tea.

She gasped, horrified. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Severus!”

He stood there, dripping tea, his expression unreadable. For a moment, she thought he might be angry, but then he let out a deep sigh and flicked his wand, vanishing the mess in an instant.

“Perhaps,” he said, his tone dry, “we’ll revisit cleaning charms another day.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, and to her surprise, Severus’s lips twitched in response.

Despite her occasional missteps, Y/N’s progress was undeniable. With each successful spell, her confidence grew, and Severus found himself strangely proud of her determination.

One evening, as they practiced in the dim light of his study, Y/N managed to conjure a small stream of water from her wand. She let out a delighted laugh, her eyes sparkling as she turned to him.

“Did you see that?” she asked, beaming.

“I saw,” he replied, his voice quiet.

Her joy was infectious, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a fleeting kiss, soft and full of gratitude, but it lingered between them like an unspoken promise.

When she pulled back, she looked at him nervously. “Was that okay?”

Severus’s dark eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she thought he might retreat behind his usual stoicism. But then he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek as he kissed her back—slowly, deliberately, as though he were committing the moment to memory.

When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re remarkable, Y/N.”

Her heart swelled, and she smiled, brushing a strand of dark hair from his face. “So are you, Severus.”

The weeks passed in a blur of lessons, laughter, and quiet moments shared between spells. Y/N still struggled at times—her wand sometimes sparked unpredictably, and her frustration would boil over when a spell refused to cooperate. But Severus was always there, steady and patient, guiding her with a firm but gentle hand.

One evening, as they sat together by the fire, Y/N leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you think I’ll ever be good at this?” she asked softly.

Severus placed a hand over hers, his touch warm and reassuring. “You already are.”

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “You really believe that?”

“I do,” he said simply.

Y/N smiled, her doubts melting away under his steady gaze. For all his gruffness and guarded nature, Severus had a way of making her feel seen—truly seen.

And as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she realized that magic, for all its wonder and mystery, was nothing compared to the love they had found in each other.

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1111jenx · 2 years ago

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Mercury in the Signs & Communication🕊️

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Mercury in Aries: Their words are like fire, igniting the air around them. They speak with such fervor and conviction, making every conversation feel like a passionate debate. Quick-witted and sharp, they never miss a beat. Their sentences are often short, direct, and to the point, reflecting their impulsive nature. They have a unique way of making even the most mundane topics sound exciting. Their voice carries an energy that is both invigorating and inspiring. They are the pioneers of new ideas, always eager to share their latest discoveries.

Mercury in Taurus: Their words flow like a gentle stream, steady and soothing. They think before they speak, ensuring that every word is chosen with care. Conversations with them feel like a warm embrace, comforting and reassuring. They have a talent for explaining complex ideas in simple terms, making them excellent teachers. Their voice carries a calmness that can pacify even the most agitated souls. They value honesty and always speak their truth, even if it's not what others want to hear.

Mercury in Gemini: The true conversationalists of the zodiac. Their minds are always buzzing with thoughts, ideas, and questions. They have an insatiable curiosity and a knack for gathering information. Talking to them feels like a thrilling roller coaster ride, with twists and turns at every corner. They can effortlessly switch between topics, making every conversation feel fresh and exciting. Their playful banter and witty remarks are truly unmatched. They are the masters of communication, always finding the right words at the right time.

Mercury in Cancer: Their words are infused with emotion, making every conversation feel deeply personal. They have an innate ability to understand and empathize with others, often sensing what someone needs to hear before they even speak. Conversations with them feel like therapy sessions, healing and transformative. They have a softness in their voice that can melt the coldest of hearts. They value emotional connections and always strive to nurture and protect them.

Mercury in Leo: They speak with authority and confidence, making them natural-born leaders. Their words are powerful and persuasive, often inspiring others to take action. Conversations with them feel like motivational speeches, uplifting and energizing. They have a flair for the dramatic, often adding a touch of theatrics to their stories. Their voice carries a warmth that draws people in, making them feel special and valued. They are the champions of self-expression, always encouraging others to speak their truth.

Mercury in Virgo: Precision and clarity define their communication style. They have an eye for detail and a mind that seeks perfection. Conversations with them are informative and enlightening, often leaving you with valuable insights. They have a methodical way of presenting information, ensuring that nothing is left out. Their voice carries a calmness and rationality that can soothe even the most anxious minds. They value efficiency and always strive to improve and refine their communication skills.

Mercury in Libra: Diplomacy and grace are their trademarks. They have a talent for seeing all sides of a situation and finding common ground. Conversations with them are harmonious and balanced, often leading to mutual understanding. They have a soft and melodic voice that can charm anyone. They value fairness and always strive to create an environment where everyone feels heard and respected.

Mercury in Scorpio: Their words carry depth and intensity, often revealing hidden truths. They have a talent for seeing beyond the surface and uncovering secrets. Conversations with them are transformative and cathartic, often leading to profound realizations. Their voice carries a mysterious allure that draws people in, making them want to know more. They value authenticity and always strive to speak their truth, no matter how uncomfortable it may be.

Mercury in Sagittarius: Adventure and exploration define their communication style. They have a thirst for knowledge and a passion for sharing it with others. Conversations with them are expansive and enlightening, often leading to new horizons. They have a jovial and optimistic voice that can uplift anyone. They value freedom of expression and always strive to broaden their horizons through communication.

Mercury in Capricorn: Their words are measured and deliberate, reflecting their practical and grounded nature. They have a talent for organizing thoughts and presenting them in a logical and coherent manner. Conversations with them are structured and goal-oriented, often leading to concrete outcomes. Their voice carries a seriousness and authority that commands respect. They value discipline and always strive to communicate with purpose and intention.

Mercury in Aquarius: Innovation and originality define their communication style. They have a mind that thinks outside the box and a voice that challenges the status quo. Conversations with them are stimulating and thought-provoking, often leading to new ideas and perspectives. They have a quirky and unpredictable voice that keeps people on their toes. They value individuality and always strive to break free from conventions.

Mercury in Pisces: Their words are poetic and dreamy, often blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. They have a talent for tapping into the collective unconscious and expressing universal truths. Conversations with them are mystical and transcendent, often leading to spiritual insights. Their voice carries a softness and sensitivity that can touch the soul. They value intuition and always strive to communicate from the heart.

With love,

saint jenx🪐

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doumadono · 2 years ago

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A/N: this small thing drew inspiration from a recent conversation I had with my wonderful @indignant-alpaca, delving into the common struggles faced by students across various disciplines. Despite our diverse fields of study, we all encounter similar challenges sooner or later. Drawing from my own experiences, I decided to craft a variation focused on enhancing the learning process, using one of my favorite characters, Bakugo, as a source of inspiration 💣

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

In class

Be actively involved in class discussions and activities. Katsuki would assertively participate, ensuring he grasps concepts firsthand.

Treat each class as a competition to stay engaged. Challenge yourself to excel, just like Bakugo's competitive spirit drives him to be the best hero.

Don't hesitate to ask questions when you're unclear. Katsuki would demand clarity, and you should too! It's a proactive approach to understanding the material.

Observe and analyze the teacher's explanations and demonstrations. Katsuki assesses his opponents' moves; similarly, analyze the "moves" in your lessons for a deeper understanding.

Take dynamic and concise notes. Katsuki strategizes in the heat of battle, and your notes should capture essential information for later review.

Studying

Approach your study sessions with intensity and focus. Katsuki's training is high-intensity, and your studies should match that energy.

Divide your study time into focused blocks for specific subjects. Master each "arc" before moving on to the next, just like Katsuki hones specific skills.

Work on problem-solving exercises regularly. Katsuki tackles various challenges, and you should too. Practical application reinforces theoretical knowledge.

Utilize interactive study methods. Katsuki learns by doing, and hands-on activities or simulations can enhance your understanding of complex topics.

Plan your study sessions strategically, focusing on high-priority subjects during peak concentration times. This approach mirrors Katsuki's tactical approach to hero battles.

Channel your inner hero by immersing yourself completely in the subject matter, just as Katsuki immerses himself in his battles.

Break down complex topics into smaller components for in-depth understanding, similar to how Katsuki analyzes quirks of his opponents to identify their weaknesses.

Learning attitude

Cultivate a hero's mindset. Set ambitious goals and view your studies as a heroic journey toward self-improvement.

Develop resilience in the face of challenges. Katsuki faces setbacks but emerges stronger. Treat academic difficulties as opportunities for growth.

Believe in your capabilities. Katsuki exudes confidence, and a strong belief in your abilities can positively impact your academic performance.

Be flexible in your approach to learning. Katsuki adapts his fighting style, and similarly, adapt your study techniques to different subjects or challenges.

Regularly reflect on your progress. Katsuki analyzes his battles for improvement; evaluate your academic journey to identify areas for growth.

Learning, Bakugo-style, means embracing the fact that doubters will always exist, no matter your achievements. Instead of seeking external validation, channel that energy into mastering your skills and gaining knowledge for your own growth. The focus should be on personal improvement and the satisfaction that comes from overcoming challenges, rather than proving yourself to others.

Periodically review past material to reinforce your knowledge. Katsuki often reflects on his battles to improve his combat strategy. Apply this concept to your studies for a solid foundation.

Test yourself regularly to identify weak points. Katsuki constantly challenges himself in battles to enhance his abilities. Use quizzes to gauge your progress and strengthen areas where you struggle.

Develop mental resilience to overcome setbacks. Katsuki faces defeats but bounces back stronger. Treat failures as stepping stones, learning from them to improve and move forward.

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koifishstick · 5 months ago

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29 courses available at hogwarts university ·˚ ༘

disclaimer 001. this is accurate to my hogwarts university DR. take what resonates, leave behind what doesn't !!

disclaimer 002. this will be long. it's going to feel like it is going on for a very long time-- but you must stay strong !!

disclaimer 003. courses are listed in alphabetical order.

enjoy x

001. ALCHEMY

taught by - corbinus flamel

alchemy is a rare subject that combines magic, science, and philosophy to explore the transmutation of substances. this class delves deep into the mystical art of transforming materials at a molecular level, using both magical and non-magical processes.

students learn to work with magical ingredients and potions, but unlike potions, alchemy is focused on the fundamental transformation of matter. they study the properties of various metals, minerals, and liquids, understanding their magical properties and how they can be combined to create elixirs or even transmuted into new forms.

alchemy also teaches students the deeper philosophical and ethical questions surrounding the pursuit of power and knowledge. with its balance of magic, chemistry, and intellectual rigor, alchemy is a subject for those with a keen mind and a curiosity for the mysteries of the universe. though considered rare and challenging, alchemy provides profound insights into both magic and the natural world.

002. ANCIENT RUNES

taught by - bathsheda babbling

ancient runes is a fascinating and intellectually demanding subject that dives into the study of magical symbols and their meanings. unlike other spell-based classes, ancient runes is a theoretical discipline, requiring students to decode, translate, and interpret runic inscriptions left behind by ancient magical civilizations.

this subject introduces students to scripts such as the elder futhark and their applications in spell craft, enchantments, and warding magic. students learn how runes were historically used in powerful magical artifacts, secret writings, and protective charms, giving them insight into the ancient foundations of wizardry.

rather than focusing on wand work, ancient runes emphasizes language skills, historical context, and magical theory. students often translate old texts, uncover hidden meanings in inscriptions, and study how runes influence modern magic. advanced students may even learn to craft their own runic enchantments, imbuing objects with long-lasting magical properties.

though challenging, ancient runes is an essential subject for those interested in magical archaeology, curse-breaking, or deepening their understanding of spell craft. for students who enjoy puzzles, history, and the mysteries of ancient magic, this class offers a rewarding and scholarly look into the magical world’s past.

003. ANIMAGUS TRAINING

taught by - minerva mcgonagall

animagus training is an exclusive and highly prestigious elective that offers students the rare opportunity to master the art of becoming an animagus—the ability to transform into an animal at will. this class challenges students to tap into their deepest magical potential and learn to control the transformation process, a feat requiring both precision and deep self-awareness.

the class begins with a study of the history and theory behind animagus transformation, including the famous wizards who have successfully undergone the process and the dangers involved. students explore the complex relationship between wizards and their animagus form, discovering how their chosen animal reflects their personality, traits, and magical affinities.

the training involves rigorous practice in magical concentration, self-discipline, and the art of transfiguration. students learn how to shift between their human form and their animal counterpart, gradually gaining full control over the process. the class also covers advanced topics like maintaining human consciousness while in animal form, and how to use the animagus transformation for practical purposes, such as stealth or communication with certain magical creatures.

animagus training is a class for students who are dedicated, patient, and ready for the challenge of mastering one of the most difficult and rewarding forms of magic in the wizarding world.

004. ANIMAL COMMUNICATION

taught by - rubeus hagrid

animal communication is an elective that offers students the opportunity to learn the art of understanding and conversing with magical creatures. with an emphasis on magical zoology and the languages of various magical species, this class dives deep into the mystical bond between wizards and animals.

in this course, students begin by studying the basic principles of magical animal communication, including the various magical frequencies and empathic connections that allow one to "speak" with creatures. they learn how to interpret non-verbal cues, body language, and subtle magical signals that creatures use to communicate. students work with a range of magical animals, from domesticated magical pets like owls and hippogriffs to more complex creatures like thestrals and centaurs.

the class also teaches specific spells and techniques that can enhance one’s ability to communicate with these creatures, fostering mutual understanding and respect. students practice calming distressed animals, negotiating with magical creatures for assistance, and even deciphering ancient magical languages once spoken by now-extinct creatures.

animal communication is perfect for students who are passionate about creatures and want to form stronger bonds with the magical beings of the world. it teaches not just communication but a deeper empathy for the magical creatures that share the world with witches and wizards.

005. APPARITION

taught by - wilkie twycross

apparition is the highly anticipated and complex magical art of teleportation, allowing witches and wizards to instantly travel from one place to another without the need for broomsticks, floo powder, or portkeys. this class is essential for students who wish to master the art of disappearing and reappearing at will.

the process of apparition is difficult and requires a great deal of concentration, coordination, and focus. students must learn to properly concentrate on their destination, “twist” their bodies into the right mental space, and then successfully execute the charm without splinching—leaving behind parts of themselves when they travel. the risk of splinching is high in the early lessons, as the students struggle to control their movements and concentration.

apparition is a rite of passage at hogwarts, typically taught in the sixth year. the class requires intense practice and precision, and failure can lead to accidental and sometimes dangerous results. however, once mastered, apparition provides a convenient and efficient way to travel the wizarding world.

for students with the right mindset and determination, apparition offers a sense of freedom and independence, unlocking a new realm of magical mobility.

006. ARITHMANCY

taught by - septima vector

arithmancy is the magical study of numbers and their mystical properties. arithmancy blends mathematics with magic, exploring how numbers influence the world and impact a witch or wizard’s destiny. students learn to understand the vibrations of numbers, their symbolic meanings, and how they can be used to predict outcomes, create spells, or solve complex magical problems.

in arithmancy, students study everything from basic numerology, assigning meanings to each number, to advanced calculations, such as using numbers to determine compatibility in relationships or to evaluate magical potential. they also learn to decipher numerical patterns in magical phenomena, including the hidden significance behind the number of ingredients in potions or the exact alignment of stars during a magical event.

the subject appeals to those with a love for structure, logic, and analytical thinking. unlike other magical subjects that rely on instinct or wand work, arithmancy offers a more cerebral approach to magic, focusing on theory and precision. it is essential for students interested in fields like magical research, spell invention, and even magical finance.

for those with a talent for numbers, arithmancy is a deeply rewarding subject that offers a unique, mathematically driven approach to the wizarding world.

007. ASTRAL PROJECTION & DREAMWALKING

taught by - wilkie twycross

astral projection & dreamwalking is a fascinating and mysterious elective that teaches students the art of leaving their physical bodies behind and exploring the astral plane or walking through the dreams of others. students learn how to harness their magical abilities to enter states of deep meditation, allowing their consciousness to travel beyond the physical world.

in this class, students first study the theory of astral projection, understanding the nature of the soul, consciousness, and the boundaries between the material and spiritual realms. lessons involve mastering the techniques of projecting one’s astral form, allowing students to travel freely, explore distant locations, and even communicate with otherworldly beings. they also learn to protect their physical bodies while in the astral state to avoid any harm during their travels.

dreamwalking, another key component of the class, teaches students to enter and navigate the dreams of others. students learn to interpret symbols, influence dreamscapes, and even guide others through their dreams to offer comfort or insight.

this elective is ideal for those with a deep curiosity about the mind, the soul, and the unseen layers of the magical world, offering a chance to explore a unique aspect of magic that few truly understand.

008. ASTRONOMY

taught by - aurora sinistra

astronomy is a subject that blends the wonders of the night sky with the magical world. taught in the tallest tower of the castle, this class offers students the opportunity to study celestial bodies, planetary movements, and their significance in both magical and non-magical contexts. students learn to chart constellations, track the phases of the moon, and understand the influence of planetary alignments on magic.

unlike other classes, astronomy is held at midnight, with students gathering around telescopes to observe the vast expanse of the universe. they record their findings in detailed star charts and learn about the effects of celestial events on spell work, potion-making, and even magical creatures. the subject requires a mix of scientific precision and mystical insight, making it unique among hogwarts’ courses.

while it may not involve wand-waving or spell-casting, astronomy plays a crucial role in magical knowledge, especially for subjects like divination and arithmancy. it teaches students to respect the cosmos and its intricate patterns, showing how magic is woven into the very fabric of the universe. for those with a love of the stars, astronomy offers a magical perspective on the wonders of space.

009. CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES

taught by - rubeus hagrid

care of magical creatures is a hands-on subject that teaches students how to care for and handle magical creatures of all shapes and sizes. the class takes students outdoors to interact with a wide range of magical beasts, from gentle creatures like hippogriffs and flobberworms to the more dangerous and unpredictable ones, like blast-ended skrewts and thestrals.

students learn not only how to care for these creatures but also how to understand their behaviors, needs, and magical properties. lessons often involve feeding, grooming, and sometimes even taming or riding these magical beings. safety is always a priority, but students also gain a deep appreciation for the magical creatures that play a vital role in the wizarding world.

care of magical creatures is a subject for students who are brave, patient, and ready for adventure. it teaches empathy and respect for animals, as well as practical knowledge for those interested in careers like magizoology or working with magical creatures in various fields.

the class offers a thrilling mix of learning and hands-on experience, making it a favorite for students who love animals and want to explore the magical world’s fascinating, living inhabitants.

010. CARTOGRAPHY

taught by - charity burbage

cartography is an intricate subject that teaches students how to create enchanted maps and navigate the hidden corners of the wizarding world. this class delves into the art of charting magical terrain, from the mysterious forbidden forest to secret chambers beneath the castle. students learn not only the traditional art of mapmaking but also how to imbue their maps with magical properties, such as self-updating features, the ability to reveal hidden paths, or to track magical creatures and events.

the class emphasizes both precision and creativity, as students must understand the physical and magical elements of mapping. lessons include using enchanted compasses, studying ancient maps, and learning how to interpret magical symbols that appear only under specific magical conditions. Students also explore how maps can be used for navigation, treasure hunts, or uncovering lost wizarding locations.

cartography is perfect for those who enjoy adventure, exploration, and a deep appreciation for the hidden secrets of the magical world. it's an elective that combines both practical skills and creative imagination, offering students the chance to leave their mark on the wizarding world through their own enchanted maps.

011. CHARMS

taught by - filius flitwick

charms is one of the most essential and exciting subjects at hogwarts, teaching students the art of casting spells that alter objects, influence behavior, and perform everyday magical tasks. charms is a favorite among many students due to its practical applications and engaging lessons.

in this class, students learn everything from simple levitation spells like wingardium leviosa to more advanced enchantments such as alohomora for unlocking doors, lumos for creating light, and protego for magical defense. through practice and precision, they refine their wand movements and incantations, mastering the delicate balance between intent, pronunciation, and wand technique.

charms is a subject that requires patience, focus, and creativity, as even the smallest variation in a spell can lead to unexpected results. as students progress, they explore more complex magic, including summoning charms, memory-related spells, and even silent casting.

beyond its practical uses, charms plays a fundamental role in many areas of magical life, from enchanting objects to performing daily tasks with ease. it is a subject that truly showcases the beauty and versatility of magic, making it an indispensable part of every young witch and wizard’s education.

012. CULINARY ARTS & ENCHANTED RECEPIES

taught by - dobby the house elf

culinary arts and enchanted recipes is a delicious elective that combines the art of cooking with the magic of the wizarding world. in this class, students learn how to prepare meals using enchanted ingredients, magical utensils, and ancient recipes passed down through generations of witches and wizards.

throughout the course, students explore a variety of magical cooking techniques, from brewing potions with culinary effects to creating enchanted pastries that levitate or change flavors. they work with magical ingredients such as firevine herbs, floating fruit, and everfresh vegetables, learning how these ingredients can be used to create both everyday meals and extraordinary magical dishes. the class also covers the cultural significance of food in wizarding society, examining traditional feasts, celebratory recipes, and meals that can have magical properties—like those that enhance memory or give temporary abilities.

culinary arts and enchanted recipes is perfect for those with a passion for food, magic, and creativity. this elective allows students to explore how magic can transform the mundane into something truly extraordinary, all while sharpening their cooking skills and gaining hands-on experience in the kitchen.

013. DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS

taught by - severus snape

defense against the dark arts is one of the most crucial and highly anticipated subjects at hogwarts, preparing students to protect themselves against dark creatures, hexes, jinxes, and malevolent magic.

students begin with fundamental protective spells like expelliarmus for disarming, lumos for warding off darkness, and petrificus totalus for immobilizing foes. as they progress, they learn more advanced magic, including counter-curses, shield charms like protego, and ways to defend against magical creatures such as dementors, werewolves, and boggarts. lessons often include practical, hands-on experiences where students duel, confront simulated dark creatures, and test their reflexes under pressure.

the subject isn't just about learning spells—it’s about developing resilience, quick thinking, and the courage to face the unknown. defense against the dark arts plays a vital role in shaping young witches and wizards into capable, self-reliant individuals, whether they pursue careers as aurors or simply wish to navigate the wizarding world safely. students never know what to expect—except that they’ll need to be ready for anything.

014. DIVINATION

taught by - sybill trelawney

divination is the study of predicting the future through various mystical methods, offering a glimpse into the unknown. this subject draws on a range of techniques, including tea leaf reading, crystal ball gazing, astrology, and interpreting dreams. students learn to tap into their intuition and sense the subtle signs and patterns that can guide them toward future events.

divination is a highly symbolic subject, where much of the learning involves interpreting signs, omens, and other obscure messages from the universe. while some students have an innate connection to the prophetic world, others find the subject more challenging or even dubious, as the accuracy of predictions can often be vague or obscure.

despite its uncertain reputation, divination offers valuable insight into the world of fate, destiny, and intuition. while some may see it as unscientific or whimsical, others believe it is an essential way to understand the magic of the universe.

for students with an open mind and a deep interest in the mystical, divination is a captivating and sometimes mystical journey. it allows students to explore the mysteries of the future, even if they don’t always understand them fully.

015. ELEMENTAL MAGIC

taught by - filius flitwick

elemental magic is an awe-inspiring elective that allows students to delve into the ancient and powerful art of controlling the four classical elements: earth, air, fire, and water. this class offers a deep exploration of how magic interacts with the natural world and how witches and wizards can tap into the raw power of the elements.

throughout the course, students learn how to manipulate and balance each element, starting with basic spells to summon winds, spark flames, and control water. as the term progresses, more advanced techniques are taught, such as creating barriers of earth, conjuring thunderstorms, or even using fire for precise magical tasks. students are encouraged to work in harmony with the elements, respecting their power and learning to control them safely.

in addition to practical spellcasting, the class also includes theoretical lessons about the spiritual and symbolic significance of each element in magical traditions. students explore ancient rituals, elemental creatures, and the delicate balance required to wield such power responsibly.

elemental magic is perfect for those who enjoy the challenge of mastering complex spells and have a deep respect for nature’s forces. it is a class that not only tests a student’s magical skill but their understanding of the world around them.

016. ENCHANTED ARTISTRY

taught by - charity burbage

enchanted artistry is a magical elective that combines artistic expression with the wonders of magic, allowing students to create living, animated illustrations. this class introduces students to the enchanting world of visual magic, where artwork comes to life through spells, charms, and creative imagination.

throughout the course, students begin by mastering traditional art techniques, such as sketching, painting, and shading, before learning how to infuse their creations with magic. they are taught the art of animating their drawings, turning static images into dynamic, moving illustrations that can interact with their environment. from creating enchanted portraits that blink and smile to designing magical landscapes that shift and change with the viewer’s perspective, students learn how to harness both their artistic and magical talents.

the class also covers the history of enchanted art, exploring famous magical artists and the evolution of enchanted illustrations in the wizarding world. students practice using a variety of magical tools and techniques, such as the charm that makes a drawing respond to sound or touch, and they explore how these enchanted illustrations can be used in magical books, advertising, or even as a form of magical communication.

enchanted artistry is perfect for students who are passionate about art and magic, offering a unique opportunity to merge creativity with powerful spell work, creating stunning and interactive works of magical art.

017. FLYING

taught by - madam hooch

flying class is a thrilling course on the art of broomstick riding. held on the school’s expansive grounds, the lessons begin with the basics—learning how to summon a broomstick with a firm “up!” and mastering balance, control, and lift-off. students gradually progress to hovering, maneuvering through obstacles, and executing controlled landings. while some take to the air effortlessly, others struggle with the unpredictability of their broomsticks, leading to both amusing and nerve-wracking moments.

flying is not just a skill but an essential part of wizarding culture, used in everything from daily travel to quidditch—the fast-paced and beloved sport of the wizarding world. while only first-years are formally required to take the class, many students go on to join quidditch teams or simply enjoy recreational flying.

for those with a love of speed, height, and adventure, flying lessons offer an unforgettable experience that opens the sky to endless magical possibilities.

018. HERBOLOGY

taught by - pomona sprout

herbology is the study of magical plants and fungi, a vital subject for any aspiring witch or wizard. lessons take place in the hogwarts greenhouses, where students learn to identify, cultivate, and utilize a variety of magical flora.

in the early years, students are introduced to fundamental plants like the shrivelfig and puffapod, gaining hands-on experience in potting, pruning, and harvesting magical herbs. as they progress, they encounter more complex and dangerous species, such as the venomous tentacula, the shrieking mandrake, and the highly valuable gillyweed. each lesson requires patience, care, and a strong stomach, as some plants have defensive mechanisms, potent odors, or even the ability to fight back.

herbology is not just about growing plants—it is deeply connected to potion-making, healing, and even magical defense. many of the ingredients used in powerful spells and elixirs, from wolfsbane potion to veritaserum, originate in the hogwarts greenhouses.

for those with a green thumb or an interest in magical botany, herbology is a rewarding and essential subject that reveals the wonders—and dangers—of the wizarding world's plant life, proving that nature itself can be a powerful form of magic.

019. HISTORY OF MAGIC

taught by - cuthbert binns

history of magic is a comprehensive study of the wizarding world’s past, covering legendary events, influential figures, and the evolution of magical society. the class is known for its vast wealth of knowledge—though staying awake through the lectures can sometimes be a challenge.

students explore key moments in magical history, from the goblin rebellions and giant wars to the international statute of secrecy and the founding of hogwarts itself. they learn about famous witches and wizards, such as merlin, the four hogwarts founders, and various ministers of magic, gaining insight into how magic has shaped civilizations over the centuries.

despite its dry reputation, history of magic is crucial for understanding the roots of magical law, ethics, and conflicts that continue to influence the wizarding world. those who pay close attention develop a deep appreciation for the triumphs and mistakes of the past, learning valuable lessons about power, prejudice, and magical responsibility.

while it lacks the hands-on excitement of other subjects, history of magic remains an essential course, proving that knowledge of the past is just as powerful as magic itself.

020. MAGICAL MUSIC COMPOSITION

taught by - sirius black

magical music composition is an elective that blends the art of music with the power of magic. in this class, students learn how to compose magical music that not only evokes emotions but can also produce tangible magical effects. this class explores the enchanted properties of sound and how it can be harnessed for various magical purposes.

students begin by studying the fundamentals of music theory, including scales, harmony, and rhythm, before learning how magical notes and melodies can influence the world around them. they explore ancient musical spells, discovering how music can summon creatures, enhance spells, or even alter the weather. lessons also cover the enchanted instruments that wizards and witches use to compose and perform magical pieces, such as the harp of the sirens or the enchanted flute of the ancient bardic traditions.

throughout the course, students compose their own magical pieces, experimenting with melodies that can heal, calm, or empower others. the class also emphasizes the emotional and psychological effects of music, teaching students how to harness these qualities to create music that resonates deeply with the listener.

magical music composition is perfect for those who wish to combine their love of music with their magical abilities, offering a unique and magical approach to composition and performance.

021. MUGGLE STUDIES

taught by - arthur weasley

muggle studies offers an exploration of the non-magical world, teaching young witches and wizards about muggles—people who lack magical abilities—and their ways of life. the subject aims to bridge the gap between the magical and non-magical communities, fostering understanding, tolerance, and respect.

muggle studies covers a wide array of topics, from muggle inventions like cars and telephones to their art, culture, and social structures. students learn about muggle history, government, technology, and entertainment, gaining insight into how muggles have built their societies without the aid of magic.

the subject is essential for witches and wizards who wish to interact with the non-magical world, whether it’s for social reasons, work, or simply out of curiosity. muggle studies helps students understand the similarities and differences between the two worlds, breaking down stereotypes and misconceptions that often divide them.

while it may not involve magic directly, muggle studies is invaluable for any witch or wizard hoping to navigate the complex relationship between the magical and non-magical communities. for those intrigued by the everyday lives of muggles, this class offers a unique perspective on a world that’s both familiar and entirely different.

022. MYSTIC HEALING

taught by - madam poppy pomfrey

mystic healing is an essential elective that introduces students to the practice of magical medicine, combining both theoretical knowledge and practical skills to heal injuries and illnesses caused by magical and non-magical means. this class is designed to provide students with the tools they need to safely and effectively use magic to mend wounds, cure ailments, and restore health.

throughout the course, students learn to identify various magical injuries—such as curse damage, potion-related poisoning, and creature bites—and apply the appropriate healing charms and potions. the class covers a range of techniques, from simple spells to heal cuts and bruises to more complex incantations for broken bones, magical diseases, and even curses. students are also taught to recognize the signs of magical maladies, including rare magical illnesses that require specialized treatment.

in addition to practical healing methods, the class emphasizes the importance of empathy, ethics, and responsibility when working with patients. students learn to approach healing with care and sensitivity, understanding the emotional and psychological impacts of illness and injury.

mystic healing is ideal for students interested in pursuing a career in magical medicine, offering a comprehensive education in healing magic while preparing them to make a positive impact on the wizarding community.

023. MYSTIC MYTHOLOGY

taught by - remus lupin

magical mythology is an elective that immerses students in the myths, legends, and folklore of the wizarding world. the class delves into the rich and diverse mythological creatures, deities, and magical events that have shaped the magical community for centuries.

throughout the course, students explore the origins and significance of famous magical myths, such as the legend of the phoenix, the creation stories of magical creatures like hippogriffs and thestrals, and the mystical realms that exist beyond the known world. the class also examines how these myths have influenced wizarding culture, magic, and society, from magical rituals to powerful artifacts.

in addition to studying the traditional myths of the wizarding world, students engage in discussions about the commonalities between wizarding myths and those of muggle cultures, discovering the shared symbolism and universal themes that connect magical and non-magical stories. they also learn how myths have been preserved through enchanted texts, magical storytelling, and even in the stars.

magical mythology is perfect for students with a curiosity for ancient stories and a desire to understand how magic, history, and culture intertwine. This elective not only enhances magical knowledge but also inspires a deeper appreciation for the myths that define the wizarding world.

024. POTIONS

taught by - severus snape

potions is a precise and demanding subject that teaches students the art of brewing magical mixtures with powerful effects. this class requires patience, skill, and an exacting attention to detail, as even the smallest mistake can turn a simple elixir into a dangerous concoction.

students learn to craft potions ranging from the everyday cure for boils to the complex and coveted felix felicis, also known as liquid luck. they master techniques such as stirring methods, ingredient preparation, and the correct timing for adding volatile substances. mistakes can be costly, resulting in cauldron explosions or unintended magical side effects.

though it lacks the wand work of other subjects, potions is essential for fields like healing, magical research, and even defense against dark forces. many of the most powerful remedies and poisons in the wizarding world originate in potion-making.

for those with a sharp mind and steady hand, potions is both an art and a science—one that can unlock limitless magical potential. however, it demands discipline, as true mastery is reserved for only the most dedicated students.

025. TRANSFIGURATION

taught by - minerva mcgonagall

transfiguration is one of the most complex and challenging subjects at hogwarts, teaching students the art of altering the form and nature of objects, animals, and even themselves. this subject requires immense focus, precision, and control, as even the slightest miscalculation can lead to unexpected—and sometimes disastrous—results.

students begin with basic transformations, such as turning matches into needles and teacups into rats, before progressing to more advanced spells like vanishing, conjuration, and human transfiguration. each lesson emphasizes the four key principles: wand movement, concentration, incantation, and willpower. mastering transfiguration is no easy feat, as spells require not just knowledge but a deep understanding of magical theory and energy manipulation.

unlike charms, which enhances objects without fundamentally changing them, transfiguration alters the very essence of an object. it plays a crucial role in many branches of magic, including animagus transformations, dueling, and even magical crafting.

for those who excel, transfiguration offers boundless possibilities, from reshaping the world around them to achieving feats of incredible magical skill. however, it is a subject that demands respect, as even the most talented witches and wizards must practice tirelessly to perfect its delicate and powerful magic.

026. WANDCRAFT & CUSTOM WAND-MAKING

taught by - sirius black

wandcraft and custom wand-making is an exciting and hands-on elective that invites students into the intricate world of wand design and creation. this class delves into the art and science behind crafting wands, an essential tool in the wizarding world. students learn not only how to select and combine the right materials but also the deep magic that infuses a wand with power and personality.

throughout the course, students begin by studying the history of wand-making, including the legendary wandmakers like ollivander and the ancient techniques used to craft wands. they learn about the essential components of a wand—wood, core, and length—and how each choice influences a wand's magical properties. students also explore the delicate balance of these materials, understanding how different combinations create wands with unique affinities to specific types of magic.

the class is deeply practical, with students getting the chance to craft their own wands using enchanted tools, selecting woods from magical forests, and experimenting with various magical cores like phoenix feathers, dragon heartstrings, and unicorn hair. as students progress, they learn how to customize wands for specific magical practices, from dueling to potion-making, and how to care for and maintain a wand over time.

wandcraft and custom wand-making is perfect for students who have a passion for craftsmanship and want to understand the profound relationship between a wizard and their wand.

027. WANDLESS MAGIC

taught by - albus dumbledore

wandless magic is a specialized and highly sought-after elective that teaches students the art of casting spells without the use of a wand. this class challenges students to master the ancient and subtle forms of magic that predate the use of wands, requiring a deep understanding of concentration, intent, and gesture.

in this course, students begin by learning the foundational principles behind wandless magic, including the importance of mental focus and the manipulation of magical energy through one’s own will. unlike traditional spellcasting, wandless magic relies on personal magical strength, physical movements, and a strong connection to one’s own magical essence. students practice casting simple charms, like light-producing spells, and gradually progress to more complex tasks, such as levitation and disarming opponents, all without the aid of a wand.

the class also explores the historical significance of wandless magic, examining ancient wizarding traditions and magical cultures where wandless spellcasting was common. students learn about the limitations and advantages of wandless magic, including its potential for silent, stealthy spellcasting, and its connection to more intuitive forms of magic.

wandless magic is ideal for students seeking to expand their magical abilities beyond conventional methods and who enjoy the challenge of mastering a more instinctive, personal approach to spellcasting.

028. WIZARD COMBAT

taught by - nymphadora tonks

wizard combat is a unique and practical elective that combines physical combat with magical defense techniques. this class equips students with the skills needed to defend themselves in a variety of situations, blending magical and non-magical combat styles.

in this course, students begin by learning the fundamentals of traditional martial arts techniques—such as stances, footwork, and strikes—before incorporating magic into their movements. they learn how to use spells for self-defense, such as stunning spells, disarming charms, and protective barriers, all while maintaining physical control and agility. the class emphasizes fluidity and coordination, teaching students to react quickly and efficiently in both magical and physical confrontations.

the course also covers the history of magical combat, exploring ancient wizarding traditions of martial arts, as well as magical creatures that use combat skills. students practice dueling techniques, learning how to balance physical attacks with spellcasting in a seamless flow.

wizard combat is perfect for students who enjoy active, hands-on learning and want to build strength, discipline, and confidence. it teaches both defensive and offensive magic, empowering students to protect themselves and others, all while honing their magical and physical coordination.

029. WIZARD PRESS 101

taught by - remus lupin

wizard press 101 is an engaging elective that immerses students in the world of magical news, reporting, and the ethics of journalism within the wizarding community. this class offers students the opportunity to learn both the craft and responsibility of magical journalism, with a focus on accuracy, objectivity, and the impact of magic on society.

in this course, students explore the structure of magical news outlets, examining the challenges and rewards of reporting on magical events, ranging from quidditch matches to major political scandals, and even the occasional encounter with dark magic. they learn how magical photographs, enchanted quills, and self-writing parchment contribute to the unique nature of wizarding journalism. students also practice writing and editing their own articles, learning how to use magical tools to gather information, from invisibility cloaks for undercover reporting to pens that record spoken words.

the class also covers the moral and ethical considerations of magical reporting, such as the need to protect privacy, the consequences of sensationalism, and the role of journalists in shaping public opinion.

wizard press 101 is ideal for students who enjoy storytelling, have a passion for current events, and want to contribute to the magical community through responsible, impactful reporting.

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Aiden Clark is a complex character in a variety of aspects, from symbolism within his design to how his attitude changes throughout the course of the entire comic, and events that predate even that. A majority of this essay will be comparative, looking at the differences and similarities between his child, and current self. I will delve into the significance of certain design features that are the most obvious as they are an outwards symbol of his personality, but also some deeper subjects that may not be as apparent as on the surface. Take this as a guide to understand the character, or my interpretation of him, a little better!

The first, and the most obvious topic of conversation to symbolise this, would be his outwards and physical appearance. I find there’s such a stark difference between him when he was younger, compared to a majority of canon time. Younger aiden generally appears darker. His eyebags are more apparent, making his facial structure seem older than he should have at such a young age, making him appear worn and tired. His hair is black, and eyes are dark too. These aid to the symbolism of his darker hair signifying worry, fear or depression. His clothes are a lot stricter, being seen in a suit in one instance and very drab, plain coloured clothes when alone. If we compare this to how his in canon clothes are bright reds, and yellows and filled with vibrancy, we can see where the two sides of him seem to diverge from one another. Aiden is consistently smiling now, there being very few instances when he’s seen without a smile dressing his face. He’s brighter on the outside. Even his hair is brighter, dyed blonde and his eyes fake red with prescription contacts. A lot of the time we see this was when life began to go his way. Aside from the phantom dimension, his life was looking up. He had friends that were more like a family, and seemed to be healing from the depression he was once fighting off. Though, near the end of season 2 we begin to see how his past self haunts him in more ways than one. Though the main way will be explored in more depth in a few paragraphs time, we see how his hair begins to grow out, leaving black roots. It’s symbolic of his old self clawing its way out the grave it was buried in as his life deteriorates again. We see this in his eyes too, as his prescription begins to irritate his eyes- leaving him with the dark eyes we saw when he was younger.

The next topic would be how he acts, and presents himself. When younger, we can presume he was incredibly withdrawn and antisocial. His parents say, in episode fourtyfive, “It’s weird, Aiden used to be such a quiet kid.” and we see this when he’s lying on his bed in the dark with a grim expression on his face, something we couldn’t easily think of our current Aiden doing (at least, on the surface). Though, a reason for this may be how he was dragged around from place to place by his parents, treated almost like a pet or accessory instead of their own child. The relationship they had with him seems almost fake, as they didn’t take into consideration the way he acted or any worries that should have given them. Though, Ben began to join him, and we can presume that's when he started to open up, once he was shown love. In the beginning, he appears to be the over the top, annoyingly bubbly character, but as we progress we see his arc not take away all his joy, but instead we see him adjust the levels of his love, and extroverted exterior to make the people around him comfortable. Aiden is happier, and more outwardly kind. He now goes at the pace of the group, because he cares about them and doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable in any way

As mentioned previously, Aiden is heavily haunted by who he once was. While other members of the group, like Ashlyn and Tyler, have nightmares about the phantoms it's only them currently that are ‘possessed’. We see both of them have a current reflection of themself, showing that they’re scared of who they really are, or who they are to become. Aiden, however, has a younger version of himself. He’s strangled by himself from back then, and we can tell this from both the hair color, and the fact he’s smaller than Aiden. It’s like he’s choking on denial, the words to communicate those problems are stuck in his throat and that's why his phantom stands on top of him, choking him out. This also shows the complex layered view he has of his past self, how he views it as a demonic thing parallel to the horrors of the Phantoms. This is his hidden secret worry, this is what he wants to bury because he finds who he was, and what he went through, so terrifying that it's the weakness the phantom in his nightmare preys on.

The final core difference I think stands out the most is his friend group. Before, Aiden lacked real friends. He’s told us himself the most he ever really had were what I would describe as “proximity friends”. Essentially, people he could never be close to. People he talked to because they were near, not because he liked them. He had no connection to them, unlike when he moved to Alto, Georgia. He has a social life because of his friends. They’re an incredibly close knit group, and that helps him from spiralling into a sort of depression like one he had fought before. Though, this came at a price. I’m sure he wouldn’t trade his friends to leave the phantom realm, after all they’d been through, they live as an extension of each other. I firmly believe Aiden would not have been able to be who he was, if the phantom realm was not involved. Before Ashlyn, Tyler, Taylor, and Logan, he only had Ben. Before Ben, he had nobody. His friends have shaped him into who he is today.

In conclusion, there is strong evidence to support the similarities and differences they share and divert at. On the outside, Aiden seems to be slowly but surely reverting back into who he was, but we still see how his loved ones have truly changed him, allowing him the peace of mind to heal faster than Tyler or Logan. Although he may begin to appear like he did when he was younger, his friends are a sort of light that keeps him stable.

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for making it this far, take some cute lil photos i found of him while doing a lil research

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xtra7s · 1 year ago

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𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 ──── 𝘓𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Leighton and Y/N struggle through her being closeted, and figure it out together.

Content: Leighton Murray x Fem!Reader, fluff, closeted!reader, some angst.

Word Count: 1k

a/n: Felt like it needed a part 2, couldn't just leave it at that<3

masterlist | previous part

Leighton and Y/N were spending an afternoon together, enjoying a quiet moment in a park. The sun casts a warm glow, creating a serene atmosphere around them. Leighton, feeling a surge of affection, decided to express her feelings by attempting to hold Y/N's hand.

As Leighton reached for Y/N's hand, Y/N instinctively backed up, a sudden tenseness in her demeanor. The atmosphere shifted, and Leighton sensed Y/N's discomfort. Y/N quickly dismissed the situation, avoiding eye contact.

"Leight woah, chill." Y/N said, her tone tense but firm. "I should head back to my dorm."

Leighton, caught off guard by Y/N's response, pulled back immediately. "O-Okay? I'll see you?"

Y/N nodded, offering a small, apologetic smile. "I'll talk to you later."

Leighton watched as Y/N left quickly, a mixture of confusion and concern in her eyes. She couldn't help but wonder about the sudden change in Y/N's behavior. As Leighton reflected on the situation, she realized how uncomfortable Y/N must have felt with the public affection, and Leighton frowned at her mistake.

Later, Leighton reached out to Y/N to check in, giving her the space she needed but also expressing a willingness to discuss anything that might be on her mind. Y/N, appreciating Leighton's understanding, eventually opened up about some struggles she was facing, explaining that her reaction was not a reflection of Leighton but rather a result of her own internal struggles.

Leighton, with empathy and patience, offered her support, understanding that Y/N needed to come out on her own time and she should be patient.

As weeks passed, Y/N and Leighton's connection deepened, and they found themselves navigating the complexities of the relationship. However, Y/N remained adamant about keeping their relationship a secret. Leighton, though understanding, couldn't help but feel a tinge of frustration.

One evening, Leighton and Y/N found themselves in a quiet corner of Sips, sharing a table for two. The warm ambiance couldn't fully mask the undercurrent of tension between them. Leighton decided to broach the topic gently.

"Y/N, I've really enjoyed the time we've spent together," Leighton began, choosing her words carefully. "But I feel a bit undermined, I know you need your time to come out, but I just want to fully appreciate you."

Y/N sighed, her gaze focused on her hands. "Leighton, it's not about you. It's about me. I'm just not ready for everyone to know about us. I'm still figuring things out."

Leighton nodded, acknowledging Y/N's perspective. "I get that, I really do. But it feels like I'm in the closet again, and I don't want to back peddle like that."

Y/N looked up, meeting Leighton's eyes with sincerity. "I care about you, Leighton. That's why I want to protect what we have. Once I'm more comfortable, we can be open about it. I promise."

Leighton sighed, torn between her desire for openness and her respect for Y/N's journey. "I care about you too, Y/N. I just wish we didn't have to keep this under wraps. It feels like we're taking a step back when we should be moving forward."

Y/N reached under the table, squeezing Leighton's hand. "Please be patient with me. I want this to work, but I need time. I hope you can understand."

Leighton nodded, a mix of emotions swirling within her. "I'll be patient, Y/N. Just promise that you'll tell me when you're ready."

Y/N smiled, grateful for Leighton's understanding. "I promise. Thank you for being patient and supportive. It means a lot to me."

As they continued their conversation, the air between them softened, and the cafe's warmth mirrored the hope that their relationship held. While the journey might be challenging, Leighton and Y/N were determined to navigate it together, with patience, understanding, and a shared commitment to each other.

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Leighton's dorm room buzzed with a relaxed atmosphere as Leighton, Y/N, and Leighton's roommates, Bela, Kimberly, and Whitney, spent a casual evening together. Laughter and friendly banter filled the air, creating a sense of camaraderie among the friends.

Suddenly, Y/N stood up, drawing everyone's attention. The room fell silent as she took a deep breath, preparing to make an announcement. Leighton, curious and supportive, looked at Y/N with a reassuring smile.

"Hey, everyone," Y/N began, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of nervousness. "I have something I want to share with you all."

Bela, Kimberly, and Whitney exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. Leighton's eyes remained focused on Y/N, offering silent encouragement.

"I've been trying to find the right time to say this," Y/N continued, "but I want you all to know that I'm gay. And," she added with a smile, "I'm dating Leighton."

A moment of silence followed Y/N's announcement, and then the room erupted with a mix of surprised gasps and supportive cheers. Leighton's roommates quickly transitioned from surprise to excitement, expressing their happiness for Y/N and Leighton.

Bela grinned, "That's amazing! Congratulations, you two! Leighton is a great person to date, she's hot, smart, and hot!"

Kimberly added, "Seriously, we're so happy for you. This is fantastic news!"

Whitney joined in, "You guys are cute together, we're proud of you"

Leighton, beaming with pride, wrapped an arm around Y/N. "Thank you, guys. Your support means a lot to us."

The room filled with a renewed energy, as the friends continued to chat, laugh, and celebrate the newfound openness in Y/N's life. Leighton and Y/N felt a sense of relief and joy, knowing that they had a circle of friends who embraced them for who they were.

Y/N and Leighton sit back down, Leighton giving Y/N a soft kiss as Y/N blushes softly. Y/N places her feet across Leighton's lap, holding her hand as they all converse.

As the evening unfolded, the dorm room became a haven of acceptance and love, reinforcing their friendship and celebrating Y/N's coming out.

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lura-valentine · 3 months ago

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What do the names of your favorites mean?

You do realize that I have to understand Japanese kanji for this, right?

I can't even speak English or my own native language very well... and I'm supposed to be able to do this?

Okay, I'll try, but it might be a minor disaster. If anyone knows about the topic and finds a mistake, please correct me.

Contents

Dabi - Touya Todoroki

Hawks - Keigo Takami

Tomura Shigaraki - Tenko Shimura

Bonus - my OC Kaji Black

First, what is the Kanji?

Kanji is one of the three writing systems of the Japanese language – and arguably the oldest, most profound, and most symbolic of them. Originally adopted from Chinese, kanji consists of logographic characters – meaning that each one represents not just a sound or syllable, but carries meaning, often multiple meanings, depending on the context and combination.

You can imagine a kanji as a small image, a symbol that expresses an idea, a state, or a concrete thing. Some are very simple, like 木 (ki, "tree"), others are complex, like 鬱 (utsu, "depression" or "melancholy"), that gives you a headache just by looking at it.

Dabi (荼毘) – Tōuya Todoroki (轟燈矢)

Let's start with Dabi (荼毘)

The villain name of our beloved pyromaniac is a very good example of how versatile Kanji can be. How a single character takes on a completely new meaning when a second character is added.

荼 (Da) This kanji originally means “bitter herbs,” but in the Buddhist context it often refers to funeral rites, purification by fire, or the bitter taste of death.

毘 (Bi) means “help,” “protection,” but in combination with the first letter can also mean cremation – as in the word “荼毘 (Dabi)” itself, which actually means cremation in classical written language.

Tōuya Todoroki (轟燈矢)

From here on, it became clear to me that Kōhei Horikoshi had really put a lot of thought into the names of his characters. The meaning of the names partly reflects their quirks and stories.

Todoroki (轟) This kanji means "thunder" or "roaring sound" – a powerful, loud presence. It often stands as a symbol of strength, or something impossible to ignore – unmistakable and powerful.

Tōuya (燈矢)

燈 (Tō) means "lamp," "light," or "torch" – something that shines in the darkness and often symbolizes hope or memory.

矢 (Ya) means "arrow" – something straight, fast, and directed.

In summary, Tōuya Todoroki can be poetically interpreted as “bright arrow of thunder” or “torch arrow that passes through the thunder”.

Hawks – Keigo Takami (鷹見啓悟)

Our beloved red-feathered hero Hawks.

That's kind of ironic. Hawks had kept his real name secret for a long time, but he uses part of his surname as the name of his heroname – just in a different language.

Takami (鷹見)

Taka (鷹) means "falcon" – a bird of prey known for its speed, vision, and elegance.

Mi (見) means "to see," "to observe," literally "hawk vision" or "one who sees like a hawk."

Keigo (啓悟)

啓 (Kei) means "to reveal," "to explain," "to illuminate"—it is a symbol of insight, clarity, and sometimes a kind of guide.

悟 (Go) means "understanding," "awakening," or "spiritual understanding"—a deep, inner knowing.

In summary, Keigo Takami could mean “the enlightened falcon who sees with clear vision” or “the seeing, understanding falcon”.

Tomura Shigaraki (死柄木弔)

Tenko Shimura (志村転弧)

This will be very interesting.

Both names have great significance for the series and the manga. In my opinion, it reflects him perfectly.

Shigaraki (死柄木)

死 (Shi) means "death."

柄 (Gara) can mean "handle," "style," or even "pattern," and sometimes symbolizes character traits or external characteristics.

木 (Ki) means "tree" or "wood."

In summary, Shigaraki can be interpreted very loosely as “grasp of death”, “deadly trunk” or “wood of death”.

In addition, “Shigaraki” is also a real place in Japan known for ancient ceramics.

Tomura (弔)

(弔) Tomura is only one kanji, which is rather rare in Japanese, since many first names consist of two characters. It means "to mourn," "to grieve for someone," "to honor a deceased person." It is the act of silent lament, of remembrance, of pain over loss.

When you put the two together, you get a hauntingly beautiful, symbolic meaning: Tomura Shigaraki – “He who mourns death” or “Mourner from the wood of death.”

Shimura (志村)

志 (Shi) means “will,” “intention,” or “striving” – a sign of determination, of ideals deeply rooted in the heart.

村 (Mura) simply means "village." Shimura can be interpreted as a "village of will" or as a symbol of a family united by its ideals.

Tenko (転弧)

転 (Ten) means “to turn”, “to tilt”, “to change” – a Kanji of movement, change, sometimes also of destabilization

弧 (Ko) denotes an “arc” – both geometrically and symbolically, such as the course of a path, of a destiny that is not straight but curved, as if pulled by forces that cannot be escaped.

Tenko could therefore be interpreted as “the curved change” or “the upheaval on a curved path”.

Tenko Shimura – "The Change from the Village of Will" or "The Crooked Will, Born of Hope, Twisted by Pain."

Kaji (火児) Black

My OC Kaji, Dabi's son.

He was my first contact with the Kanji. Because of his background, I wanted a Japanese first name, while his last name is from Western countries. His mother has the surname Black and comes from Europe.

Kaji (火児)

火 (Ka) – the classic kanji for fire itself, not the fire, not the event, but the element, the essence – pure, powerful, ancient.

児 (Ji) – means child, offspring, sometimes even "little boy" in general. It has something innocent, something tender, almost contradicting the wildness of the first character.

His name means "child of fire," or more poetically: "the fireborn," "child of flames," "the boy born of embers."

And now comes my own paradox, which I just noticed... I actually chose the name Black because his mother has black wings and I thought it just fit.

Considering the meaning of “black,” the color, and everything that comes with it, like darkness or night, the name Kaji Black means what I imagined – “the child of fire, surrounded by darkness” or “The fire child who stands in the shadows.”

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lambtotheslaughterr · 2 months ago

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Sycophant

An Andy Barber Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 9k

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It was hard work being a young woman in your field, the youngest—in fact. You worked your ass off at a young age to get where you were, to earn the respect & regard for your expert opinion. Graduating high school at 16, accepted into Harvard Law by 20, passing your bar exams with flying colors at 23. You won your first case before your 25th birthday & completed your judicial clerkship position under a highly respected lawyer in your field of interest by the time you were 27. By the time you were 29 you had published a handful of essays that were used as reference by professors beyond your years in their own teachings & then secured a tenured position at the law school of your choice shortly after turning 31.

Now, you were 32, still in your first year as a full-time professor. The lecture you gave once a week was on the History of Evidence. It had been amusing the first couple years at the wide-eyed gazes you often came across during your years of assistant teaching, a majority of them finding it unbelievable that someone as young as you would be teaching them—after all, a handful of the students were only a few years younger than you. But now you had grown used to the stares, & made it a point to either ignore them or address them head-on.

Your most challenging student in your first year was a young man named Andrew Barber. He was in his 20’s & often sat as near to your lecture podium as possible. You had grown curious about the student & looked him up in the school system only to find that he had no reason to be taking your class. He was in his final year of law school & was due to graduate at the end of the year. Your lecture was only worth 2 credits & was often taken by first year law students. Of course, the lecture was open to any students, but most got the historical aspects of law over with in their first year. But not Mr. Barber.

Today, he sat in his usual seat near your podium as you gracefully crossed the front of the room, your eyes moving from the PowerPoint back to your students as you spoke. You often felt his eyes on you during your lectures, & found yourself being held after class by his questions & sometimes, his challenges to test your credibility. At the beginning of the term, it had been entertaining, to say the least, though you never showed it, but now with the term nearly over & Mr. Barber due to graduate in only a few weeks’ time, you looked forward to not having him in your class any longer.

“As you prepare for your final papers, I urge you to reflect on the progression & philosophical underpinnings of evidence itself. Whether you choose to focus on trial by ordeal, the complexities of trial by jury, spectral evidence, or the modern implications of polygraph statistics & anonymous sources, remember that each form of proof carries with it both strengths & vulnerabilities.”

It was common knowledge that when students signed up for your class there would be no formal exam but a final paper, so you didn’t understand the few groans of misery at your announcement. You had been a law student yourself once, sure, but you enjoyed your academics & honestly, you believed that no one should pursue law if they were going to bitch about it.

“Your papers should be no less than 25 pages, exploring a topic of your choice from the list provided earlier this term.” You approached your laptop & closed down the PowerPoint before using your mini remote to retract the overhead panel. “You must critically engage with the historical context & modern applications of your chosen form of evidence. Be prepared to defend your analysis as I’ll be meeting individually with each of you before the final due date to discuss your progress.”

Closing your laptop, you rested your forearms along the edges of the podium as your eyes met with those that were willing to engage with you, “Don’t forget to double-check citations & include at least three primary sources. Misattribution, as you all should know, can be just as damning in academia as it is in the courtroom.”

You paused, glancing around the room as a few nervous eyes shifted away, “Any questions before I let you go?”

When no one had any, you gave a small, professional smile, “Enjoy the rest of your week & I’ll see you all next Tuesday at our usual time.”

With that, your students began to gather their things & talk amongst themselves. Of course, you heard a few speak under their breath about the weight of your paper. You ignored such talk, knowing full well that while your class was only 2 credits, they needed to do well on the paper to pass. Otherwise, they would be back in here for their second year.

You slipped your laptop under your arm & approached the nearby desk to pull out your fashionable briefcase. It wasn’t that you were much of a fashionable person yourself, but throughout your years of pursuing law you made it a point that you were a woman. The youngest woman at that. It was important for you to dress professionally but also femininely, unlike a lot of your female predecessors before you who often wore their pantsuits to dress like their male counterparts.

Today, you wore an outfit that was both clean & serious yet young & simple. You once wrote an essay that was published by your alma mater about how more women in the field should embrace feminine attire in their careers, allowing women to redefine professional expectations on their own terms, ultimately strengthening their authority in the courtroom. It had received many reviews & you were pleased to see a few other women take after you & begin leaving the pantsuits at home.

You had nearly gathered all your things to head back to your office on campus when you felt the presence of another sidle up to the desk you stood at.

“Mr. Barber,” You began, not even bothering to confirm it was him, “may I help you?”

He chuckled lightly at that, resting one of his legs on the corner of the desk as he sat his bottom on the edge of it.

“Are you going to the Trials & Tastes luncheon?”

Ah, yes. The fundraiser. You wouldn’t have forgotten about it, but you were not much looking forward to small-talk & forced niceties, though the benefits & proceeds of the fundraiser would go to a respectable program.

“I will be.” You revealed, your tone clipped & distant.

“Good, I was hoping you would say so.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think the young man had developed a crush on you, but after your many debates in class—in front of his peers, no less—you knew Mr. Barber simply enjoyed challenging you, like most men did, to shake your foundation.

You said nothing in return & grabbed the handle of your case, preparing to leave. As you reached the door to your classroom, all of your students having escaped to their short-lived freedom, you were greeted yet again by the young man as he beat you to the door & held it open for you.

“Thank you.”

Unfortunately, Mr. Barber followed you out & walked alongside you as you navigated through the hallways to the stairwell.

“I saw your name on the roster for the panel but seeing as you often avoid events, I wasn’t sure how accurate it was.”

“Mr. Barber, may I remind you that paying such close attention to one of your professors is reasonably suspicious?”

“What can I say,” He shrugged, & you caught a peek as he grinned down at you, “I admire a woman in power.”

It was not sexual harassment, it wasn’t even harassment, but given the status of your position as well as his, it was pushing the boundaries only slightly. But you took it as a compliment, though you likely knew it was far from one. He often tried to humiliate you but had yet to succeed. After all, you were a lawyer. Very few things could scare you.

“Professor Connors is also speaking at the luncheon, have you expressed your admiration for her as well?” You challenged.

Mr. Barber made a playful sound of disgust, “No way in hell. She ripped apart my mock trial my second year. The last thing I feel towards her is admiration.”

“I see.” You had reached the top of the stairwell & turned to face your student, “So a woman in power is not what you truly meant, otherwise you would’ve respected her opinion.”

“Except her opinion was bullshit.” He quickly countered, his eyes gazing deep into your own.

“Fortunately, Mr. Barber, a lawyer’s opinion matters rarely in their cases. It’s all about—”

“Evidence, I know.” He finished for you, “I may not look like I’m retaining anything you say in class but I keep every single word that leaves your mouth locked away in here.” He tapped on his temple.

“Well, I must be going now. It’s getting late.”

You turned away from him, not caring to continue the conversation given that it was shortly after 8 in the evening & you still had to work to do in your office before heading home.

“I’ll walk with you.” He shared, quickly following you down the steps as he did.

“Don’t you have other matters of more importance to get to, Mr. Barber, than following around your professor like a lost pup?”

He chuckled once more before beating you to the double doors at the front of the building to hold them open for you yet again.

“You know, you’re kind of funny when you want to be.” His compliment was taken with a grain of salt. You knew he was making fun of you internally. They always did.

You stopped abruptly, narrowing your eyes at the young man, “Your persistence may be welcome elsewhere, but it is not welcomed here. Class is over. My office hours are done for the day. I have work to do & you have a paper to write.”

He cocked his head knowingly at you, “You & I both know well enough I don’t need to pass your class to graduate. I took it for fun.”

“Fun?” Now, that was an insult. And he damn well knew it.

“What is the significance of the Brady rule?” You shot out.

Mr. Barber was caught off guard by your question, but wasn’t quick enough to answer, though he did look foolish as he opened his mouth to counter you.

“What is the ‘fruit of the poisonous tree’ doctrine, & why is it critical to the Fourth Amendment?”

“Well, hold on a minute—”

“How do standards of proof differ in criminal versus civil trials?”

“Now, that one’s easy—”

“In a federal criminal trial, under what specific circumstances can the prosecutor introduce a defendant’s prior bad acts as evidence, despite the general prohibition against character evidence under Federal Rule of Evidence 404b?”

His gaze darkened as you stood their pridefully. When he said nothing, it was then your turn to muster an unimpressed chuckle.

“Are you having fun now, Mr. Barber?”

The young man scoffed before pressing his lips together.

“Good. And now that I’ve made my point, I expect your paper to be highly researched with a damning analysis that makes your presence in my class all term worthwhile.”

When he said nothing, you nodded once, “Have a good night, oh, & more importantly, have fun.”

With that, you spun on your heel & began walking through the courtyard to your building across the way. You listened as Mr. Barber’s footfalls carried himself in the opposite direction. While he may not have enjoyed the lesson just then, you certainly couldn’t deny that you yourself were now having fun.

The luncheon was exhausting. You enjoyed most of your colleagues & considered one or two of them decent friends, but otherwise you loathed social events. If the head of your department hadn’t approached you to ask you to speak at the luncheon, you likely wouldn’t have even attended, but you never turned down an opportunity to speak to the masses & have your voice heard.

The panel was brief but impactful. You & a few others spoke on the importance of community, justice, & the power of philanthropy. Afterwards, the main event began & you kept yourself busy by going to different stations to sample the wine & spirits & food pairings, all of which, of course, were named after famous trials.

The dress code for the luncheon was business casual. The outfit you wore was fitting for the event &, of course, feminine. Though it was the middle of May & the event was taking place on the third floor terrace, the blazer you wore was lightweight & didn’t make you overheat under the Massachusetts sun.

After gathering a small plate of finger food, you sat at an empty table near the edge of the terrace that overlooked the campus courtyard below. Your eyes danced around as you watched faculty, students, & guest speakers alike mingle amongst themselves. You were relieved to be a professor now rather than student, having disliked networking when you were a student & having to impress to succeed. Those days were over. Now it was your time to be impressed.

But as you picked at your food in silence, & cast your eyes out to the courtyard, you were disgruntled when you heard someone sit down in a chair at your table. As you turned to face the arrival, you had expected either a colleague or the head of your department, but what you didn’t expect was your pain in the ass student, Mr. Barber. But, of course, you should have known better.

“Mr. Barber.” Your appetite dissipated at the sight of your ornery student.

“Just spoke with your assistant, emailed her my paper for you to review before our one-on-one.”

“Excellent. I look forward to it.” You replied coolly & dismissively.

“I have an answer to your question.” He then revealed. He was not all smiles & playful chuckling as he usually was.

“That is…?”

“Federal Rule of Evidence 404b allows evidence of a person’s character to be admitted if it is offered for a purpose other than proving character.”

“Such as?”

“Motive, opportunity, intent, knowledge, you name it.”

“Name a trial where Rule 404b was successfully used.”

Mr. Barber grinned, “Gacy. It proved motive & intent & a pattern of behavior.”

You opened your mouth to test his knowledge further when he answered the question you were already preparing to ask.

“And yes, it passed Rule 403’s balancing test. They found that the relevance of the evidence outweighed the risk of unfair prejudice.”

A smirk tugged on the corner of your mouth but you snuffed it out, not wanting to give your student the satisfaction of actually impressing you for once.

“Good, Mr. Barber, I now know you can research.”

“My paper will prove that, too.”

“And I look forward to discussing it with you.”

Silence fell between the two of you & you sat comfortably in your chair, unperturbed by the young man’s unwavering gaze.

“You’re impressed.” He finally said, his tone filled with finality.

You quirked a single brow, “Is that so?”

“You’re too prideful to admit it, but I know.”

“Without my confirmation, I suppose you’ll have to make do with just your belief. And we both know how little belief gets one in a court of law.”

“This isn’t a courtroom.” He rebutted.

“Perhaps.” You grabbed your nearby glass of wine & took a sip, “But it is life.”

Again, that darkened gaze from earlier in the week appeared. Mr. Barber then leaned forward, lowering his voice, “You may be hard to impress, but you’re not impossible to break.”

Your mouth went dry at his words, & you jumped slightly when you felt the heat of his palm capture the flesh just above your knee under the table.

“Even the sharpest minds have their faults.” His eyes met yours, “It just takes the right pressure.”

As if to drive his point home, he squeezed your thigh harshly, & you made to shove his hand off. But before you could, he stood up & grinned down at you, “Thank you for your insight, Professor _____. I’ll see you in our one-on-one.”

A spell of dizziness fell over you & you vaguely remembered Mr. Barber departing your table. You paid no attention to where he went, but his words stayed with you. The heat of his palm could still be felt on your thigh & you rubbed absent-mindedly at the space.

In all your years of working hard, surpassing expectations, & even competing against a thousand others in one of the most competitive fields in the world, never left you feeling the way your student just had.

It was a threat, that much was clear, but what kind of threat you were unsure of.

The rest of the term came & went without issue & you never saw Andrew Barber, not since the luncheon. At first, it had unsettled you. After all, his subtle threat remained with you the first few days. But when he quit coming to your lecture & never arrived for his one-on-one, you eventually pushed any thoughts of him to the back of your mind.

His paper, like most students in your class, was well-researched & the analysis was crisp. For once, you had not planned on debating him, now wary of him. But it wasn’t the first time you had been threatened by a man in your field of work, however, it was the first time a student had.

Nonetheless, you graded his paper accordingly & Mr. Barber passed the class with the highest marks. You expected to hear from once grades were released but still nothing. It kept you on edge but at the same time, you were relieved to never have to deal with him again.

Classes had ended earlier that week but you still had grades to enter into the system & class notes to provide to your head. The last week of school was also often followed by student reviews. Every faculty member that taught a class was to be reviewed by their students, a way to make note of progress for department heads. As it was your first year as a tenured professor, you were curious as to what your students would say.

You had been in your office all day, busying yourself with tasks you needed to complete before the summer break. Of course, work never ended for you. During the summer you would be leading a mentoring program to students who wanted to take the fast track to graduating early. But that wouldn’t be for another week or so. You would only have a few days to yourself before you would report back to work, so you were eager that night to finish as efficiently as possible & get home.

Your assistant had left only a few hours ago, she was graduating as well, & had left you with no goodbye. All year she had been an excellent assistant & you appreciated all her hard work. You had planned on sharing with her that you would write her a letter of recommendation if she requested one before she left for the evening but you never had a chance. She had signaled her exit by slamming the door shut. It was strange & unlike her, but you figured perhaps she was having a bad night. You would email her in the morning.

There was maybe twenty minutes of work left when a knock sounded in the distance. Frowning, you eyed the clock on the wall. It was nearly 11 at night. Standing up from your desk, you rounded to the door & peeked out into your waiting room. The desk that your assistant usually sat at was empty & clear of any personal items. But perhaps she had indeed forgotten something.

Your heels clacked & the dress you wore brushed against your calves as you approached the frosted glass door to your office.

You immediately froze where you stood as your eyes landed on those of another, one you hadn’t seen in the last few weeks.

“Mr. Barber.”

“Professor.” He greeted, but his tone was clipped, much like how yours typically was.

“What are you—”

“I missed our one-on-one, I was hoping we could reschedule for right now.”

You felt your brows crinkle, “Mr. Barber, grades have been posted, your paper along with it. You passed the class with full marks. The one-on-one is redundant at this point.”

“I understand.” He nodded once but made no effort to move from where he stood, “I still would like your thoughts on it.”

You inhaled sharply, straightening your spine as you peered up at him, “Unfortunately, that opportunity has passed. My office hours are closed. I’m about to head home. In the fall, if you’d like to schedule an appointment with me, I’d be more than happy to discuss it then.”

“I think now is a good time.”

A small gasp escaped you as the young man welcomed himself into your office, his broad chest easily knocking you out of the way as he entered.

“Mr. Barber—”

“It’s Andy.” He cut you off, his eyes finding yours, “I’m no longer your student, Professor _____. Or I should say _____, since we’re on first names now.”

Annoyance bubbled within you as you stared openly at him, “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You watched as your now former student eyed the space before approaching your recently graduated assistant. His fingers danced along the desk, a small smile gracing his lips.

“You know much about your assistant?”

“Miss. Parker?” What the hell was he getting at?

“Of course you call her that.” He chuckled darkly, before turning around to face you, resting his bottom on the edge of the desk. “I call her Melissa. Or ‘slut’, she likes that a lot when I fuck her.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden breach of information.

“We fucked here a lot, ya know.” He revealed, a devilish smile on his face, “Had to wait till you went home, which I gotta say, Prof, you sure are a workaholic.”

“Excuse me?” You were seething. “I think it’s time you leave. Right now. Before I call campus security.”

He laughed then exhaled heavily, his eyes dancing from the toes of your heels to the top of your head, “Go ahead, but you’ll only implicate yourself if you do.”

“What are you talking about?” Your voice began to rise, “Get the hell out of my office!”

“Melissa isn’t very bright.” He began, ignoring your demands for him to leave, “Very eager to please. I’m actually surprised you accepted her application to be your assistant for the year. I thought you wanted to mentor ‘strong’ women. She’s very… submissive. You really should’ve picked a man, that would’ve made it harder for me to set you up.”

Your heart was beating wildly within your chest as you watched him.

When he glanced at you he laughed openly, “You should see the look on your face. Priceless.”

“Mr. Barber—”

“Andy.” He clicked his tongue at you, winking once. He approached you then & you took a step back, bumping into one of the leather chairs. An unsettling smile split his face as he bypassed you to your office door, swinging it close before locking it.

“What are you—”

“Let’s go into your office.” He gestured with his arm for you to enter the room behind the assistant’s desk.

“Andy—”

“Now.” The smile dropped from his face, “Before I get really mad.”

Biting your tongue, you marched into your face, heading straight for your cellphone buried in your bag. But just as you grasped the bag sitting on the floor by your desk, Andy appeared beside you, ripping the device from your hands before throwing it into the waiting room & slamming the door.

“We won’t need that.” He shared, his chest just barely brushing against your upper arm.

“Whatever it is that’s bothering you—”

He chuckled, shaking his head. Then his hands found your arms & turned you to face him, “You bother me.”

“So, what? You’re angry because I didn’t fall for your attempts to humiliate me in front of my students? You’re upset because I accepted your challenges? Because you haven’t defeated me? Tell me what the hell this is about!”

His lips parted as you spit your frustrations at him, glaring hotly into his eyes.

“I was a student in Duran’s class my first year. You were his associate teacher.” Andy revealed. You recalled working under Professor Duran, one of your least favorite years in your career. He was often drunk & smelled like a skunk. He also never learned to keep his hands to himself.

“I was younger than, easily impressed & excited about law. Duran had a long history of being one of the best professors at this school & yet he was rarely around to teach. That was up to you. You picked up his slack, taught us in areas that should’ve been well beyond your years. But you did it gracefully, intelligently. Didn’t look a day over 20 & had the brains to outsmart more than half the faculty.”

As he spoke, his hands moved from your arms to your waist. You immediately made to move out of his grasp but his hold tightened, keeping you in place.

“And then came that eventful day. I know I don’t need to remind you.”

It was true. He didn’t.

Duran had come to class in the middle of your teaching, stumbling into the class before falling in front of everyone. He had approached you, slurring & reeking of whatever bottle he crawled into. He shoved you off the podium & made blatant sexist remarks. At the time, you knew it was because you had rejected his advances for the umpteenth time & threatened to report him. Then he came to class & verbally assaulted you with nearly a hundred witnesses. He was removed from the school effective immediately & you were given the chance to teach the class rest of term.

“I told you,” Andy’s fingers played with the fine fabric of your dress, “I love a woman in power. The way you called him out in front of his students, mocked his legacy, & held your ground. Fuck!”

Andy leaned in, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear, “I’d never been so hard in my life.”

You shook, attempting to pull yourself out of his grasp but he forced you back, catching the back of your head with his other hand as he peered down at you with a heated gaze, “I’ve wanted you ever since. It’s why I took your class my last term. I thought you’d appreciate my challenges, be impressed, see a bit of yourself in me, view me as a respectable adversary. I thought we could be friends, if not more.”

A groan of disgust sounded from you as you turned away from him.

“But no.” His hand at the back of your head gathered your hair & wrapped it around his fist, forcing a hiss through your teeth, “Your pride, that goddamn fucking pride of yours. What more do you need to prove? You’re the youngest success story in your field. Shouldn’t you oughta relax once in a while? Or are you scared of losing your crown?”

“Let. Go.” You winced, trying to make your voice as hard & even as possible.

Andy laughed lightly, biting his lower lip as he stared openly at your face, “No, no. I’ve worked too hard to get you right where I want you.”

“Where’s that?” You glared up at him, practically balancing your weight on your toes as he had you lifted almost by your hair, forcing your face closer to his.

“At my mercy.”

Then, before you could protest, he caught your mouth with his, smothering you in a suffocating kiss. You whined into it, attempting to shove him off you, but he was quick to secure his other arm around your waist, lifting you effortlessly before placing you down on your desk, his hips placed expertly between your knees.

“No!” You managed to turn your face away, your hands & fingers grasping at the fabric of his shirt, trying to push him away from you.

“You really have no choice, Professor.” He spoke, his breath fanning your face, “You deny me, I’ll have you removed from the faculty just like you did to Duran, & I’ll still have my way with you.”

At that you froze. Slowly, you blinked, peeking at him confused. “What do you mean?”

Andy produced a winner’s smile, “I’m talking about all the evidence I fabricated that implicates you in an on-going sexual relationship with one of your students: me.”

Your heart fell to your stomach, “What—why, did—what are you talking about?”

“The way your chest is heaving right now is making it really hard to control myself.” Andy commented, his eyes falling to the opening of your dress near the top.

“Andy!” You spoke harshly, “What are you talking about?”

His eyes met your own, “Melissa. Or Miss Parker, as you say. Like I said, she isn’t very bright. Likes to leave her laptop unattended while she sleeps, doesn’t even password protect.”

Where he was going was conjuring a nauseous feeling within you.

“Your email.” Andy brushed his lips against your cheek, “There’s a whole slew of emails between you & I. Intimate ones. Ones with scheduled ‘one-on-one’s’ at your home. In your office. I even had to break up with Melissa for you. She knows everything.”

“You…”

He grinned, nodding, “I pretended to be you wanting to fuck me, yes. And it’s all backed up. You can go through your email & delete them all you like but I have all the evidence on a drive in my apartment. Along with a few articles of your clothing, some of your DNA in my bed. The proof’s all there if you want to go to that extent.”

You stared at him wide-eyed, “How did you…?”

“Melissa also has a key to your home, does she not? In case you leave an important lesson plan behind or need her to pick something up on the weekends. You sure worked her hard.”

“But she…”

“Hates your guts. Even more now that she knows the truth about us.”

You glared at him, angry tears breaching.

“Why?”

Andy breathed out, his hands going for the top of your dress, “Because… you. I wanted you, & I always get what I want.”

You remained still as he slipped the dress of your shoulders, exposing your bra-clad breasts to him.

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined it going. Like I said, I thought you’d like me. So, I had to take a different route, & this one, at the end of the day, is a route I know you’d respect.” Andy caught your chin, forcing you to look at him, “It’s like you always say. It’s all about evidence.”

You said nothing, could say nothing.

Then, much to your relief, he backed up, allowing you a moment of space to breath. But it was short-lived as he stared at you.

“Take your dress off.”

Your eyes flashed to his.

“No.”

He cocked his head at that, an audacious look of surprise on his face.

“Now. Or I’ll tear it to shreds.”

“Do it.” You challenged, “Just more evidence for me.”

Andy chuckled darkly at that, his eyes narrowing, “That really the route you want to go? I’m not your only threat anymore. Let’s not forget about Melissa. She could ruin your life as much as I could. It’s two against one.”

“She’s smarter than you give her credit for.”

“She really isn’t.” He countered.

Silence lasted a beat before he spoke once more.

“You really want to do this the hard way?”

“You attack me right now & I’ll have all the evidence. The first thing I’ll do is report it, then have a rape kit performed. I’ll see you in court at the end of the month. You won’t even make it to your bar exams.”

He glared, his face distorting to one of pure rage.

“Didn’t think everything through, now did you?”

“All the rape kit will prove is that there was intercourse. Everything else? A matter of ‘he said, she said’. And we both know how those often go. Really prepared to risk your career, credibility, position at this school for a case you will surely lose?”

“Are you?” You threw back. “If you know anything about me, Mr. Barber, it’s that I don’t go down without a fight. So, give it your best shot.”

Andy stilled for a moment, your eyes peering into one another. But then he smiled. A real one.

“You should read the most recent email you sent me, Professor. Before you go & get all high & mighty.”

At that you frowned.

“What did you do?”

He gestured to your laptop, “See for yourself.”

Never letting your eyes fall from his, you slipped off the desk, uncaring to readjust your dress as you circled around to your chair. Your email was already open in another tab.

“Where are you hiding them?”

“Archives. Under ‘AB’.”

Following his instructions, you found the folder & clicked on the first email. The subject line read ‘Tonight—My Office’.

A shudder ran through you as you read the email. It was brief but damning.

Andy,

Tonight’s the night. I want you to come to my office & do what I’ve been begging you to do. Reference the links I sent you. It’s time to celebrate you no longer being my student. We are free to do as we please. Finally. I’ll see you at 11. I’ll be waiting.

Yours, _____

P.S. Bring my favorite tie.

And then an attached file. A link to a website about different kinds of BDSM. The specific one in the link referred to ‘rape play’.

“You…” Words failed you as your vision began to blur. Another spell of dizziness cast over you.

You clocked the time the email was sent. Around 7 p.m. But you had been in your office all day.

“When you went to get coffee.” Andy revealed, having read your mind, “I’m sure you noticed when you returned that Melissa was absent from her desk. She was busy crying in the bathroom. I had come up here & broke up with her, telling her everything, and showed her the emails from her laptop. Then she ran out, tears running down her face. Allowed me to send myself one last email. Quick but effective.”

You shook your head in denial, “They’ll trace the email having been sent from her laptop.”

“But of course.” Andy chuckled knowingly, “A law professor specializing in evidence would know to send the email from a separate IP address, should she of course want to accuse her partner of sexual assault.”

Your heart was racing. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be.

“It’s all…” Andy approached the desk, cupping your cheek to force you to look up at him, “Say it with me now, it’s all…”

“Circumstantial.” You both said in unison, though your voice was barely audible.

“And it’s all about the evidence.” Andy repeated.

Tears finally escaped & you felt unable to move.

“Seeing me in court sounds like a waste of time now, doesn’t it?”

Andy circled the desk & spun your chair around before kneeling on one knee before you, his palm finding the same spot it rested on before at the luncheon.

“I win.” He breathed, a gruesome smile on his face, “Finally.”

When you continued to say nothing, only staring past his shoulder, you saw him reach into his back pocket, pulling out a piece of fabric.

“Your favorite tie.” He revealed half-heartedly, as if the relationship he fabricated between the two of you was real.

It had been his plan all along, after all.

“Stand up.” He ordered, remaining on his knee.

When you refused to move, he gripped a single calf & squeezed, “I don’t mind getting rough, Professor. I’m only giving you a chance to make this as easy as possible.”

Eyeing him, you felt a shaky breath escape you.

“Don’t.” You felt your strength lessen. Would you really be forced into begging? The you from ten minutes ago would never.

“You can’t stop it.” Andy cooed, peering almost solemnly up at you, “If it makes you feel any better, you’ll never see me again.”

You felt your brows crinkle at that.

“We’ll break up.” He shared, tracing a single finger along the muscle in your calf, “I just want a goodbye fuck. Can’t risk continuing a relationship with you. You’re too smart. You’d probably mic your office or set up a nanny-cam.” He joked lightly as if you two were friends.

“Give me what I want, & I’ll disappear forever.” He breathed out, catching your eyes. They started out soft but soon enough hardened.

“Now stand up & remove your fucking dress.”

As you weighed the pros & cons internally, you found yourself adhering to his demands. You stood up, your legs shaking slightly from what was to come.

As you did, Andy watched every move, every muscle twitch, every change in breathing pattern. He was feeling powerful. And you loathed that you could do absolutely nothing. What would fighting back do? The end result would still be the same. And the evidence had set up. Your whole career, your name, reputation, fucking ruined. All you had to do… was let him fuck you.

His hand grabbed the back of your legs as he leaned forward. You braced a single hand on the edge of your desk to stabilize yourself as he pressed his face between your thighs. You heard him inhale deeply.

“You smell as good as you look.” He uttered, his lips kissing the tender skin of your inner thighs.

You gasped softly, more tears escaping & you hated yourself. For crying, for not fighting back, for losing.

His hands grew bolder, reaching up to cup the cheeks of your ass, molding them to fit his palms. You bit your lip, attempting to stifle the cries that threatened to escape. It was bad enough that he had won, it would be worse if he heard you cry about it.

You then felt his nose brush against the front of your pubic bone & instinctually, you brought your hands down on top of his head, attempting to push him off. He was quick to capture both of your wrists, coming out from between your thighs to gaze up at you, a look of warning on his face.

It was enough for your arms to go limp. Andy offered a small smile before he rose to his full height.

“Been a long time for you hasn’t it, Prof?” He alluded, but to what you didn’t know.

He reached around your waist to the button that secured your dress. It slipped down until it crumpled into a pile at your feet.

“I think the last one was that guest speaker at the gala last year, right?”

Oh.

“You certainly made him work hard for it.”

“How do—” You frowned as he cut you off with a kiss.

“I’ve been watching you a long time.” He said, his deep blue eyes boring into yours.

Before you could say another word, he spun you around so you were facing your desk, manipulating your body to bend you over until your ass was on full display. Goosebumps erupted behind every stroke of his hand as he felt your body from your upper back to the cheeks of your butt.

“I can’t begin to tell you what a superb going away gift this is.” He shared lowly from behind you.

Then you felt his hands expertly unclasp your bra & it fell down your arms. He gathered you up in his arms, pressing your back against his solid chest as he peeked down at you over your shoulder. Your body continued to shake no matter how much effort you put into not shaking.

Andy was slow & sensual, & you wished he would just get it over with.

His hands cupped either tit in his palms, groaning softly in your ear. You felt as he ground his hips into your backside, his erection apparent. You pressed your lips together to keep from sounding out your cries.

Just get it over with & leave me be. You begged internally.

Just then, he grasped the underside of your chin, angling your face upwards at a near painful angle. He stared down at you, his gaze hooded & full of lust. No words were said but you saw in his eyes how he had been planning this for ages, & now he was finally going to get what he wanted. You only wish it wasn’t your defeat.

The hand not holding your neck slipped down your front until it reaching the lining of your underwear. Your fingers grasped the edge of the desk, bracing yourself for the worst part to begin.

His fingers slipped inside & he was quick to find your bundle of nerves. A pitiful moan of protest parted your lips but you were swift to bit you lip, your teeth sinking into the flesh there. Andy smiled momentarily but he watched as your face contorted, attempting to fight off the sensations, to ignore them. But luck was not on your side. Your body responded to his touch & you hated yourself. Hated him.

“There she is.” He growled lowly as your stomach began to knot. His fingers worked harder, faster in circles. Then right before you were to orgasm, he slipped further down & inserted a single finger into your cunt.

You hissed, unknowingly gyrating your hips against his own as he stretched you around his finger. He pumped slowly at first, enjoying watching you come undone. Your eyes were squeezed shut, one of your hands hanging onto his forearm that continued to hold your neck in his grasp.

Something wet touched your ear & a regretful pleasant sensation flooded through you as he licked & nipped at your lobe. A soft cry escaped you as you felt the walls of your pussy contract & shudder, your orgasm ripping through you. Andy released a satisfying breath of air as he let you go. You collapsed on top of your desk, your lower half shaking as the waves of your orgasm still rocked through you.

Behind you, you heard the distinct sound of a belt clinking, coming undone.

Suddenly, everything you had worked for flashed before your eyes. You hadn’t put up with years & years of hard work & sexist bullshit to succumb to this. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a letter opener, a gift from your mentor when you had been practicing law your first year after Harvard. It glinted in the lamp light.

Before Andy could understand what was happening, you quickly snatched the small weapon in your hand & spun around, aiming for the closest fleshiest part of him. But he was quick to jump back. You had still nicked him, the sleeve of his shirt cut with some blood but it wasn’t enough.

Andy glared angrily at you as he peered down at the flesh wound.

You held the letter opener up in defense, bracing yourself for him to attack.

A snarl appeared on his face, “Fine. I like it rough anyways.”

He took a single step forward & you swung your arm, hoping to catch him with the weapon once more but he was stronger, faster. He quickly snatched your wrist in his hand & bent it an ungodly painful angle until you were forced to drop the opener.

You whined openly, tears falling once more but these ones were angry.

But just as you made to kick out at him, he swiped the back of his hand across your face & you fell against your desk before falling to the floor. Your cheek throbbed in pain but it was short-lived as he reached down & yanked you up by your throat. You beat against his forearm but your strength was nothing compared to his.

“Fuck you!” You wheezed, your verbal assault coming out as a choke.

“I plan to.” He gritted out before spinning you around & slamming your upper body on top of your desk.

Andy was no longer slow & sensual. His movement was rushed, harsh, & violent. You blindly reached out once more in search of anything on your desk you could use to attack him, but he easily secured you against the desk with his hips before yanking your arms backwards & tying your wrists together with a piece a fabric—probably his tie.

As soon as he let go of your arms, you tested the durability of the knot & it proved to be tight & inescapable. Andy huffed behind you, his breathing hot & angry.

The underwear you wore was quickly torn from your body, the seams stinging against your skin as they strained before snapping off. You attempted to lift yourself up with just your shoulders but he was quick to slam one of his arms on your back, trapping you there. In a last ditch effort to escape you screamed as loudly as you could.

Your scream was hoarse & not as loud as you would’ve liked but short-lived. Andy was quick to shove your underwear in your mouth before leaning forward, his mouth at your ear, “Careful, Professor, your job is on the line.”

You hated him. Deep down you thought you always had. But now you truly & irrevocably hated that man, that monster.

You heard Andy spit before feeling something hot & hard at your entrance.

Squeezing your eyes shut, whimpering into the fabric of your underwear, you braced yourself for what was to come.

He entered you hard & far from gentle. A pained grunt sounded from behind the fabric in your mouth & more tears fell from your eyes, coating the hardwood your face was pressed against. Andy groaned out loud, stilling as he felt you slowly stretch & fit around him.

You had not seen his size but you could clearly fill it & he did not lack in that department. You had wished he had been smaller, something to use against him psychologically, but what would it have mattered? He was raping you, just like he planned. He was winning, & you were the very sore loser.

Not a moment later he began to thrust, his hands finding either side of your hips as his nails dug into your skin. The desk jostled beneath you as his movements were erratic & forced. Your pussy burned & ached as he fucked you relentlessly within your own office. You angled your head to peer out ahead of you, finding anything to focus your attention on, to remove yourself mentally from this moment. But the pain & discomfort was too great.

You then felt one of his hands grasp the back of your head, tangling your hair in his fingers. A whine sounded but it was muffled as he practically broke your neck to raise your head so he could leave hot, sloppy kisses along your jawline.

“You feel as amazing as I thought you would, Professor.” He gasped, his hips bruising against your backside, “No more nights of jerking off or fucking Melissa pretending she was you. Now I can lock this memory away forever.”

His words disgusted you & you felt bile rise in your throat. You feared throwing up while fabric was stuffed in your mouth. Would Andy care? Would he allow it to go so far as to let you choke on your own puke, suffocating you? Considering how far he went to get you in this position you decided that yes, yes he would.

Fortunately, you could feel as his cock began to swell inside you. His thrusts began to grow choppy & his moans of pleasure grew louder. He had let go of your head at this point & you rested your forehead against your desk, willing it to be over any minute.

But the moment you thought to yourself it would be over, you felt his fingers find your clit once more. Panic soared through you as you understood what he was attempting to do to you. Again.

Immediately, you began to wrestle out from under him, or at least make it almost impossible for him to reach you there. But he only lifted you up higher, moving your hips onto the desk so he could easily access your most sacred part.

A bout of pleasure shot up your spine & you felt your muscles tense.

“No, no!” You tried to say but the underwear in your mouth muffled your pleas. Not again, please, not again.

But Andy, of course, ignored your wants.

He hissed as he continued to fuck you, his fingers working their godforsaken magic. Just as you felt your stomach begin to knot once more, he suddenly retracted himself from you before quickly spinning you around.

Your arms ached as your nearly entire body weight rested on them. And horror flooded you as you watched through tearful eyes Andy fall to his knees to latch his mouth onto your cunt. His tongue swiped you & his fingers filled you & your thighs shook around his head. A cry erupted from behind the fabric & you came hard. Your juices soaked his face as he lapped up every drop, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

Your body was coated in a fine layer of sweat & the cool air in the room made your skin erupt in goosebumps. As your orgasm subsided though, your nightmare was not yet over.

Andy was quick to tug you forward until you were forced onto your knees. Then he grasped the hair at the back of your head once more. His cock bobbed in front of your face as he pumped himself, his eyes staring into your own. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing it to be over, begging for it to be over.

And then you felt hot threads of semen coat your face. Andy groaned loudly, almost growling as he came. You winced as his hold on your hair tightened, feeling a few strands of hair pop.

When he finally finished, he stumbled backwards, bracing himself against the wall behind him as his own orgasm subsided.

You remained where you kneeled, your tears mixing with his cum.

A few seconds later, you felt him cup your cheek, demanding you to open your eyes. When you did they stung only a little bit, some of the semen having slipped in.

But just as you opened your eyes, a camera flash went off. Andy had his phone out & had taken a picture of you covered in his cum.

“For later.” He revealed nonchalantly.

More tears cascaded down your face & he ultimately pulled your underwear from your mouth before pocketing them in his own pants.

He pulled on one of your arms forcing you to stand before he shoved you to sit in your chair. He picked up your dress off the floor & tossed it into your lap. You tried to catch your breath as he reached behind you to remove the tie from your wrists. They fell limply to your sides.

“See? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” He joked, catching your chin in one of his large hands.

You glared up at him but said nothing.

“It’s not the first time I’ve left a woman speechless.” He grinned, winking down at you.

Andy kneeled once more, rolling your chair closer to him as he gazed sickeningly at you.

“I can’t thank you enough.” He spoke, shaking his head in disbelief, “You were worth the build-up. It’s just a shame it can’t happen again. I think we could’ve had fun.”

He leaned forward, his eyes on your mouth & just before he intended to kiss you once more, you turned your face away.

He chuckled darkly, “That goddamn pride.” He said more to himself than you.

The next time he forced you to kiss him, holding your face in place as you assaulted your mouth one last time.

When he pulled away, he gently knocked your chin with his knuckles, “I told you, it just takes the right pressure to break someone like you.”

With that, he rose to his full height, eyeing you once more before he circled around your desk, “Well, Prof, I gotta be going now. Got big things planned. Try not to miss me.”

You watched in the corner of your eyes as he exited you office closing the door behind him. You waited until you heard the secondary door close in your waiting room before you finally broke down. Sobs erupted from you as you held your head in your hands. You couldn’t even fathom looking down at yourself, only imagining how vile you looked.

A ding sounded on your laptop then & you rose your head defeatedly.

An email notification. From Andrew Barber.

Your stomach knotted as you clicked it open. All the email contained was a single attached file image of your face. With Andy’s cum all over it.

Then came another email.

Missing you already.

finally got andy on here! love this man to death.

one of my favorite aspects about writing stories like this is researching! i don't do anything half-assed, especially when it comes to my writing. i tried to do my best to make any talk about laws or anything sound as realistic as possible with the research i had done so if any law buffs or law educated folk out there wanna give me some feedback i'd greatly appreciate it.

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manageablemischiefs-blog · 1 year ago

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Let's Reflect On: Peter Pettigrew's erasure from The Marauders by a big portion of the Harry Potter fandom.

Peter Pettigrew was an 11-year-old boy who happened to be in the same compartment of the Hogwarts Express as James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. They all befriended each other through that interaction - through being sorted in the same house, being dormmates, having things in common, being comfortable around each other.

Peter Pettigrew was a twenty-something-year-old man who was threatened to sell his friends to Voldemort. He was a coward, not a follower.

Even Voldemort himself says it:

“[…] Wormtail here has paid some of his debt already, have you not, Wormtail?" He looked down at Wormtail, who continued to sob. “You returned to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. You deserve this pain, Wormtail. You know that, don’t you?”“

Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, Chapter 33: The Death Eaters

In the end, at the moment of his death, when ordered to strangle Harry he hesitated. Now, we have seen him murder without batting an eyelash, why would he not do the same with Harry?

Here's my take on it:

I believe Wormtail saw Harry as more than a chore, a body to dispose of. He saw him as James' son. His best friend whom he helped killing son. All the guilt and grief he had been trying to justify and push away since that fateful night dawned on him.

Peter had been there for his beginning; for James and Lily’s beginning. He was there at their wedding, at the baby shower (if there was one), for every Christmas since first year... He felt, not sure love, but definitely guilt. He looked at Harry and saw the face of James and the never-quivering eyes that once belonged to Lily. It was much easier living without carrying the responsibility of having cast the spell that ended their lives.

He hesitated, which caused the silver hand Voldemort had given to him to sense that as a sign of weakness and/or disloyalty, leading him to be strangled to death. With such a choice, he saves Harry’s life and, to me, finds redemption for his treason.

I’m not saying you should love Peter or that he was a wonderful human being who should now be showered with flowers and kisses by any means, but he has a story and he has a past. He has a built-up of growing insecurities until he betrays his friends. All of this is essential to understand that the twenty-something-year-old Peter Pettigrew is not the same as Hogwarts student Peter Pettigrew. There’s background and nuance to each character - If we ignore it and pretend he was an idiot through and through it just turns him into an empty character with no real importance in the plot, which is not the case. Don't reduce the complex relationship of the marauders to that.

To expand on the topic, the extraordinary @theprogressofspring has quite an extensive section on their blog labeled In Defense of Peter Pettigrew, with essays that go much more into detail and actually gave me the courage to post this entire thing. In addition, they also began a while ago writing The Life Cycle of the Common Rat; a story from Peter's point of view, tackling the first Wizarding War and refreshing characterizations of young adult marauders and Lily; it was a really tricky time, and sometimes the people we love are cunts and the people we hate are not pure evil.

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annawayne · 7 months ago

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Hi, Ann! Hope you're having a good day. I wanted to ask—why do you think some people refuse to acknowledge that the sins of other characters in Attack on Titan are no better or worse than Annie's? Why does she seem to get more hate compared to characters like Bertholdt, Reiner, or even Eren? Annie is one of the most hated characters, along with Gabi. Do you think this could be because she's a woman? Her personality is similar to Levi's in different circumstances, yet she gets criticized heavily. People even accuse her of manipulating or bullying Mikasa. What are your thoughts?

Hello!

Oh, thank you a lot for asking! (and sorry it took me a few days to answer it)

There are a lot of wonderful metas on this topic, but I would be glad to contribute a bit with my thoughts on it as well, and thank you for the ask!

Here, a small disclaimer at the beginning: I'll talk only about my personal thoughts, focusing primarily on my reflections on why this intense hate comes from that are not related to the basic "I just don't like her" - it's all valid, and it's absolutely fine not to like a particular character just because, and it's nothing to do with plain hate.

I think that one of the main issues of Annie's hatred is not even about Annie as a character, but, unfortunately, by the way her character arc is built. We see her at the very beginning, and she is still the second-line character, even if she's EXTREMELY important to the plot. So, back then, we had her screen time, and let's be honest, not as much as I personally would love to have, primarily because she's an incredibly beautiful, interesting character with her unique points of view on the world and, as turns out later, one of the most prominent roles in the story as a whole. Still, till her reveal as Female Titan, we have some scenes with her, we have some impacts on other characters (also significant, like for Eren and Armin, for example), and then, the Female Titan arc happens and... she disappears for a VERY long period of time from the show, appearing much, much later, firstly, in flashback like a glimpse, and only then, with her whole come back during the literal apocalypse. So when the time comes to give us her backstory - I won't lie, it feels rushed, and I think, Isayma has a very great sense of self-irony when he articulates it through Hitch's mouth: "Wait, what is it a sudden sharing of your story?", all while on the background the Colossals take a march. I honestly think that Isayma also understood that it's definitely not telling enough to sympathize with Annie's character when it's presented like this (for me, personally, it was enough and I just simply would love to have more, since Annie's past in Liberio is one of the most interesting topics for me), but on the other hand, he couldn't reveal her story earlier because it would hint at her comeback FAR too obviously.

So, one of the main points is this large gap in her presence and a bit rushed exploration of her character due to the lack of time because of the situation around the characters. For example, we have a very detailed dive into Reiner's character, and still, I also feel like there's much more to explore with his character and his psycho, and what we can even say about Annie, who doesn't have such detailed exploration but has the same difficult and complex past which is undeniably important to understand not only her as a character but also more about the universe of AoT?

The next thing that plays the role here is linked to the previous one - due to the massive gap in Annie's presence in the story, many people forget many things about her. Primarily, her emotions. I think it's one of the most overlooked things regarding her character and in AoT in general. The way we see her tears IN HER TITAN FORM when she fails to capture Eren? Her tears when she was crystallizing herself? Her eyes, full of fear, when she woke up before the whole Stohess thing? Her genuine surprise, which she tried immediately to dismiss when Armin called her a good person? Her smile when Eren complimented her on her skills, which was also deleted from the anime but remains in the manga?

Here, I need to highlight an essential thing: Annie's Titan is the only Titan that is capable of showing emotions.

If we look closely, everyone else has their emotions relatively very firm, like, for example, Bert's and Armin's Colossals, caged and restricted by bones; Reiner, it looks to me, is not only the shield for others, but he's a shield from himself, completely forced to be armored in everything he feels; Lara's Titan also seems like covered in pristine white chains, and it's also interesting since she was, let's say, the shifter with a twist; Pieck's Titan also has a very permanent expression, which is compensated by her incredible endurance, just like Porco's or Ymir's Jaws lack of emotions are compensated by their mobility; Eren's Titan has always this emotion of rage as if it's the only feeling he could have going into attack. Zeke's monkey is the only other Titan with emotions, which is also intriguing.

So, back to Annie, her Titan is emotional: her tears from the failed attempt to catch Eren; like she was genuinely shocked to see people under the rubble when she fought Eren, and he threw her towards the church, leading to its crashing; like she smiled when she saw Armin under the hood; how she returned to the last battle, and how she screams in her Titan form - I genuinely here a lot of "human" in this tune, something, she doesn't allow herself in her human form. And yet, people focus a lot on the infamous "yo-yo" thing, on her battle with Levi's squad and other people, where, ironically, she attacks only when she has a direct threat to her identity or capture. If we look closely, Annie avoids fighting humans as much as possible till she's attacked directly - she runs, she screams, she tries to show off people not to touch her, and when it comes to the "fight or to lose" (which is also a remarkable parallel to Eren's character), she attacks, not to mention the obvious question - how else you act at war? Yes, back then, it wasn't something we could call like that specifically, yet she had a military mission, which, by the way, she was failing for several reasons, primarily because she's not so cold-blooded as her character is often reduced to. So, how else was she supposed to act? We don't see a lot of the same questions, for example, for Armin, who came to her hometown and blew up the port with many more casualties among civilians.

In AoT, everyone has sins. Everyone, with no exception, but Annie sometimes seems to carry the hate as if she's the typical antagonist that is supposed to be hated just because the genre demands (she's not even an antagonist either).

To sum up, Annie's character is simply very misunderstood. She's one of the most interesting characters in AoT, and I say it not because she's my fav, but primarily - she's my fav because she's much more complex than some people see her, starting from her mindset and views of the world to her development, which shows how unlovable, unwanted flower that was denied to bloom, grows through the cement and concrete, firstly, with the spikes not to let anyone close because she knows how it's to be hurt, and then, that uses these spikes, this strength to protect others and eventually leaving them be on the cold floor, and she - growing more and more into buyoant garden.

Her hands aren't without blood, and so are the others who have the same invisible tint on their skin, and yet, the same hands that only knew destruction and cold touch could also be soft and build something new, something much more powerful than her Titans kicks.

When Hitch asks her if she would do all the same, Annie says - yes, but I see it as only the mirror of Levi's "living with no regrets." Objectively speaking, Annie understands that it's impossible to turn the time back, and living among these endless what-ifs doesn't give any change - it's gone and cemented in history as it is. All these potential questions of "what would you do" are more of a mental trick to whitewash the ego. Annie doesn't do it - she understands that nothing of it was something to be proud of, and she never was, and at the same time, she doesn't know anything else. To do something differently from what point exactly? From her crystallization? Not to reveal herself earlier? Not to give Armin a chance to live twice? Not to go into the mission? Force Reiner to return? Not to listen to her father? Not to be born?

Where exactly could this point change something?

Annie doesn't lie to herself, and she doesn't look back with abstract thoughts of "How would it be," but when the time comes to actually take another action, she does it; she returns to the final battle before it becomes another "what if."

And it says more than anything else.

Annie is an honest character, primarily with herself, and she doesn't want to pretend to be better than she is. This makes her character much more human than some people try to make her look.

So, that's it!

It was quite a long read, and thank you everyone who reached this point, I appreciate your time on this!

Thank you a lot for asking, and have a good *timezone*!

#annie leonhart #annie leonhardt #attack on titan meta #attack on titan analysis #slight #aruani #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #answered ask #ask #I'll always defend my girl

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culturallyinept · 14 days ago

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The Summer I Turned Pretty S2: Reflections of Belly and Conrad

I fear there are a lot of wrong opinions about The Summer I Turned Pretty, but one I wanted to shed light to the whole Conrad vs. Jeremiah situation (a pretty common topic), and just add an unnecessary analysis of the situation, primarily focusing on Belly's relationship with Conrad. Please bear with me, I haven't read the books and I am doing this analysis purely on situations from the television show, not taking any scenes from the novel into account.

Let me start this little rant by saying I'm Team Conrad. Anyone who is not Team Conrad can start packing their bags at this point, just enjoy the trailer and move on. Jellyfish supporters are just plain delusional. It was always going to be them. This is not me saying that Conrad has an infinitely better personality than Jeremiah, because that's not true. Conrad is messed up. Jeremiah is messed up too, but for different reasons. A fundamental truth about Conrad and Belly's relationship, though, is that this is it for them. It's a magnetic force; it's one of those indescribable feelings. Susannah knew it. Conrad and Belly are meant to be together. And it's not in a "you were the one that got away, I'm taking you back" sort of way it's in the "it could never be anyone but you way." We see that their relationship is so much more complex than a traditional family-friend situation. In early season 2 we finally understand that Conrad needs Belly as much as Belly needs Conrad. He finds peace in her. She looks at him as if he's hung the stars, even when he wants to destroy everything in his sight. Some may call Belly's infatuation with him limerence (especially in their earlier childhood), but limerence is just one of those words that can become a red herring when it is not used appropriately. Yes, Belly is fully obsessed with Conrad. But no, it is not a crime to be obsessed with the person you are in love with. And Belly and Conrad are in love.

The reasons Conrad and Belly are not dating as we leave off season 2 are complex and dramatic, but they really come down to 2 main points. The first one, is admittedly, Conrad is not ready for any kind of relationship. Conrad is already a guy who doesn't know how to express his feelings--he lets them all brew until everything is boiled up, and the only thing not evaporated is hatred, depression, and a bit of self-loathing. Susannah's death has only made things more complicated in the realm of exploring his feelings. He has been navigating his anger with everyone: with his father for being a prick, with Jeremiah for being naive for so long (couldn't help it) and at himself for just being in an impossible situation. He is trying to be better.

The second reason, however, is the plain fact that both Conrad and Belly have underestimated the power of their connection. They do not know that they are inevitable: it will take distance and time to let them know this. Belly thinks that she just had a cute but frustrating relationship with her best friend's brother--a good guy who makes things ten times more difficult than it needs to be. Conrad knows he loves her, but he has still convinced himself of the age-old adage: "This too, shall pass." He does not yet have the willpower and mental fortitude to fight for Belly amidst his brother's longing for her. And he doesn't want to risk everything to destroy the relationship with his brother that his already tenuous. He knows his actions towards Belly belie his feelings towards her, and he doesn't want to lead them back down the path we left off on season 1. They do not understand that their love is not simply first love material, the kind of story you joke about with your spouse while you're on your rocking chair. Their love is Florentino Ariza's obsession with Fermina Daza. It is unchangeable. Their beings sing to each other.

But, come season 3, these problems will be solved. A reminder, once again, that I have not read any of the books, but there is still a clear path for how these problems will be resolved (with evidence pulled from the season 3 trailer/teaser of course). One of the most obvious ones is that Conrad will stabilize. Life in California (where he will always be in his happy place: beaches) and medical school will give Conrad the purpose and independence to shake off a lot of the dark thoughts that have governed his life. Escaping New England will also put some distance between him and his father and give Conrad a better chance to make peace with that relation, freeing him even more from the angst that plagued him as a teenager. Conrad should see personal growth that can enable him to take on a healthy relationship. You can tell by the trailer that college has changed Conrad: Stanford has let unspeakable light into his life that Susannah would approve of.

And the solution to the second problem, which will definitely manifest, is one which Jellyfish supporters refuse to see: that it doesn't matter how long they are apart, their love will endure. Their hearts are irrevocably entangled, and because of that, relationships with other people (regardless of how bright they are) will eventually fail the minute they cross paths. In the teaser, you can feel time stops as Belly sees Conrad at her doorstep, despite a montage of bliss with Jeremiah. On the other side of that aisle is Conrad. It's Conrad. It has been Conrad. The show cannot end without it being Conrad.

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #belly conklin #conrad fisher #bonrad #belly x conrad

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vamptarot · 10 months ago

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What Is Tarot?

— an educational post

— ⭑.ᐟ I am aware many people have made posts like this before, however I still felt like creating my own take on it. What inspired me was a post where someone stated that tarot is fictional. Which is incredibly incorrect. Being misinformed is of course, fine, but they said it with such utmost arrogance and confidence that it annoyed me a little. If you are misinformed, not even educated on tarot as a whole, what gives you the right to be a tarot reader? You cannot guide people if you, yourself are wrong and have incorrect information and assumptions. That is what I would have liked to tell them, but unfortunately due to my then circumstances I did not. I also would like to follow the word of God, and He says to act with love, not hatred. So, instead of calling them out and possibly causing an unnecessary argument, I have decided to educate those who might be curious or confused about what tarot actually is as a whole. It’s your choice if you read this or not. I also won’t go into themes of religion, this will strictly be focused on tarot. I just wanted to share what’s on my mind. not proof read.

what is tarot?

Actually, my dearest, tarot was created in the 1430s - 1450s and was first called tarocchi. It’s a game similar to bridge.

They were created in Northern Italy, Milan. Although at the time it was a game, it was still considered a luxury. The cards were hand painted for wealthy people, not necessarily due to them finding joy in it, but rather to reflect their status. It was a symbol of being wealthy.

Although nowadays the standard of a tarot deck is 78 cards it started off with 56 cards, from which the fool was the odd one out, a wild card. - If you have a hard time understanding, think of the joker card from solitaire. -

It was only used as a form of divination at the beginning of the 18th century, aka the 1700s.

Now, there are several reasons whys this has happened, but I will try my best to explain it to you in simple terms. - Although I won’t be able to go into every detail as these topics are very complex and have a rich history behind them, so please keep that in mind. -

In the early 1700s French occultists made claims about their meaning and history. They were confident in their skills, abilities and knowledge. Due to them grabbing people’s attention this led to people making custom cards for the usage of cartomancy.

At these times Romani and Sinti people were heavily discriminated against. They weren’t allowed to settle, work, buy a house and were banned from most public spaces including ones where one can buy food and such. All because they originated from India. So, as a means to keep alive they turned to earning money with divination, creating opportunities for themselves in order to live.

Another reason for tarot in a form of divination becoming popular is due to conservative Christian’s spreading the misinformation of it being related to Kabbalah, the Jewish mystical tradition. Of course, that is not true, never was and never will be. However, they are said to have some parallels. That is as far as it goes though.

Now, you could be thinking to yourself, ‘if it was a game, then it’s not a real divination.’ You are wrong! Let me explain to you why!

Remember how I mentioned that originally it had 56 cards and was named tarocchi? It also originated in the 15th century. The tarot you know of today began in the 18th century, got popular in the 19th century. There is roughly about 300 years between the two events and tarot has evolved for 100 years. So one can argue they are completely different things. Even if they are not, that’s alright.

Objects created for non divination usage can still be used for divination despite the creator’s intent. I will present you with a few examples of this fact.

Some people use their passed on pet’s bones as a form of osteomancy. You throw em, if they touch it’s a yes, if they don’t it’s a no. Sounds pretty messed up, right? For some people at least, can’t guarantee everyone thinks the same. Regardless, that was a living being, a beloved pet. Yet, you can use it’s bones in order to practice spirituality.

If you watch youtube pick a cards this will be easier to understand, regardless, charms can be used as a form of divination. You draw different categories on a paper, throw charms at them, whatever it falls on will have a meaning to your question. Money charms on ‘future spouse’? They might as well be wealthy, or at least good with their money.

Or, if that’s not good enough think about witchcraft. You think every single little thing used for spells, jars, hexes and so on was created for the sole purpose of witchcraft? It wasn’t. Yet it works because it’s intentional, because the person doing them has talent for it, because they were gifted.

how do readers read tarot cards?

I will be honest with you, not all readers are gifted with being able to do so, but they sure believe they do. - Am I saying this out of pettiness? Perhaps, let me be. -

So, if you feel like something is off such as beating around the bush, being too nice, being too mean and so on please trust your gut. Not telling you to be mean to people or accuse them unprovoked, that’s something an @sshole does, and I know you are not one. - Watch out for AI readings though, they suck. -

Moving on, I would like to say that every single tarot reader reads their cards differently. Some only do by visuals, some only does so by meaning, some do by both!

Alongside this, every reader shuffles differently. Some let the cards fall out, some take whatever is on top, some take whatever is standing out of the deck, some let them fall and then organise them neatly.

There is many ways to do this. I personally let them fall out and consider both visuals and meanings simply because I believe that is the right thing to do. - One time, during a love reading they fell out in a heart. I thought that’s cute. - At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter much. I have had several friends with different methods than me give me really good and accurate readings. - Just be catious of people who spread it out and then pick the cards out themselves. -

The most important part is being gifted with claircognizance, or in other words having hella good intuition. - or “6th sense”, whatever you wanna call it. - I believe every reliable and accurate reader is gifted with this, regardless of them being aware or not. You can’t read tarot if you don’t understand what spirit is trying to tell you, let that be your own guides or anyone else’s. Perhaps even your tarot deck.

Often times though, this is not the only thing readers rely on. For instance, I have clairaudience, clairvoyance and clairtypity. I can hear, see and feel what you would during whatever situation I read for you. This is not unique to me at all, every reader has at least one of these, and usually several. I even saw people with clairgustance and clairalience! They can taste and smell what you would! Isn’t that awesome?~ I personally think it’s fascinating, it’s not something that I have ever experienced. It’s cool that there are people out there who can do this.

So, tarot readers read your situation with the help of your spirit guides and their own spiritual gifts that they carry within themselves. As for habits and methods, it varies from person to person.

That is a reason why so many different tarot decks exist! Different people are called to different things. - Plus it’s cool -

how do tarot readings work?

This is the main reason why this post was made.. let’s get into it.

You already know how readers guide you, so I will tell you how do the readings themselves work. What else are they based on. Honestly, the best way I will be able to tell this to you is with examples, so that’s what I will do. Maybe someone else can tell you in a much more detailed and specific manner, but I am not them.

Tarot always reads your current energy. You can look into the past with it, but regardless it reads your current state of mind, thoughts, views, feelings and behaviours.

If you read a pick a card or personal reading that is based on the future - ex.; future spouse - then it will still read on your current energy.

For example let’s say you ask ‘when will I meet my future spouse?’ but you stay inside all day, then it will obviously be a few years or so. However, if the next day you decide to go out more or just put yourself out there in the world more and actually commit to it this can reduce to months.

If it’s a reading on your past then the cards will pick up on what still impacts you, whether you are aware of it or not. Let’s say you ask about your first kiss, how will it be like? Your cards could say that it won’t be as romantic as you think because this and that situation still impacts you.

I sincerely hope that you get the point, as I did my best to explain it.

Yet, there is still a question, ‘if someone is talented, why did that one reading turn out inaccurate?’ well because things change my dear.

If you were to ask me now about the appearance of your future spouse I could say they have brown hair and be correct, but they could go ahead and dye it red 15 minutes after I said that.

Things change constantly all the time and there is nothing we can do about it. That’s just life. It’s hard to hear, it’s hard to swallow, but it’s something we have to accept at some point in time. We can control some things, but not everything.

Change is inevitable.

There is good sides of it, and there is bad. You just gotta live and let others do the same.

Now, for pick a cards it’s slightly different. Maybe, genuinely, something is just not meant for you and you are just meant to ignore that. Maybe it’s for the blond teen in Canada who is asking about that one cute boy in her class. If you read a pick a card reading that is accurate but there is that one thing that doesn’t make sense, consider that means something to someone else. It’s not a personal reading.

That is why disclaimers like ‘take it with a grain of salt’ and ‘leave what doesn’t resonate’ exist. Yes, some people take advantage of it and that’s bad, but they were created with a good reason.

end note.

That is all I wanted to say, I believe. Although I made this post to get something bothersome off my mind I sincerely wish that someone out there has found it useful. My goal was truly to educate so if you know who the OP of the claim was just ignore them. Hating on people for enjoyment is not only immature but is going to have a negative effect on your body, mind and soul. Which I would not like. Please take care of yourselves! Thank you for reading.

#I made this out of pure spite #tarot #tarotblr #tarot community #tarot commissions #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarot blog #tarot decks #free tarot reading #paid tarot #spirituality #free tarot #astroblr #paid readings #pick a card #pick a picture #astro community #astrology

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a-court-of-fics-and-errors · 1 year ago

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Keep Moving Forwards, Part 47

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

In the reflection of the dressing gown mirror, you watched Azriel gently brush through your hair. His touch was tender and caring, his fingers working through every knot and tangle with precision and love. You weren't sure where he learned to be so gentle, but you were grateful for it. As he finished and stepped back to examine his work, his eyes met yours in the mirror with a soft smile. He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, holding you close as if trying to hold onto this moment forever. His hands rested on your shoulders, and you could feel the weight of his worry and pain through them. You reached up to interlace your fingers with his, tracing over the scars that told his story. In this quiet moment, you both knew that there were secrets and pains that could break either of you at any time. But for now, you held onto each other, finding solace in just being together, supporting one another through whatever may come. Azriel's hazel eyes opened and met yours in the mirror, no longer hiding his emotions. They reflected a mix of love, fear, and sadness, but above all else, they showed just how much he cherished this moment with you. And you knew that despite everything else, there were few things that could compare to the comfort and love shared between the two of you in this very moment.

“We need to go.” Azriel's voice was thick with unshed tears as he whispered into your hair, pressing a long and desperate kiss onto the top of your head.

You could feel his body shaking against yours, and you knew that he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. Your hands trembled as you tried to clasp the buttons on the dress provided for you by the House, but your vision was blurred with tears and the buttons felt like they were mocking you. Azriel approached, his hands covering yours and stopping you from continuing. “Here,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “Let me help.”

You allowed your hands to drop, gazing up at him with pleading eyes. But his gaze was focused and distant, as though he couldn't bring himself to look at you. "Azriel," you began, your voice shaking. "What's going to happen to us?" He didn't answer, just continued working on the buttons with a mechanical precision.

"What's going to happen to me?" you asked again, feeling more desperate and afraid with each passing moment. Azriel's hands stuttered in their task at this question, and he finally looked up at you with tears shining in his eyes. His lips pressed together tightly as he considered his answer before shaking his head and returning to his work.

"I don't know," he said hollowly.

"Is this going to hurt?" Your voice was almost devoid of emotion now, your fear and pain taking over completely. Azriel's whole body seemed to recoil at your words, and he closed his eyes tightly as if trying to block out the thought of causing you any harm. He fidgeted slightly before pulling away from you and towards the door, rubbing at his nose as he sniffled, refusing to meet your eyes or offer any comfort.

"We need to go," he repeated, his scarred hand gesturing towards the hall in front of him. You stood frozen before him, your mouth hanging open in disbelief and terror at his sudden change in demeanor. Perhaps if he looked at you, he would break down and reveal all the emotions boiling beneath the surface. But for now, he was hiding them from you, and you were left alone with your fears and doubts about what was to come.

You looked down to where those few buttons remained undone and you quickly fixed them up yourself. You looked over your shoulder at the mirror, straightening your hair and pulling it over your shoulders as you sniffled lightly, trying to compose yourself. You nodded, clearing your throat before walking past Azriel, avoiding his eyes as you passed, but as you did, you felt his whole body tense as though he was struggling to not reach out to stop you, but his hands stayed where they were as he followed you out. And as you heard the door shut behind you you wondered if you might never see that room again.

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As you hesitantly approached the grand library, murmurs of familiar voices fluttered through the air. Rhysand, Lucien, Nesta, Cassian, and Eris. Your heart quickened its pace as you froze in place, Azriel appearing by your side and gripping your hand tightly with a reassuring smile. "We have to go in," he whispered urgently, nodding towards the open doorway.

"I'm scared," you admitted with a tremble, his hazel eyes meeting yours but betraying no emotion.

"I know," he replied grimly. With a deep breath, you steeled yourself and stepped into the darkened room.

The space was dimly lit, shadows of rainclouds dancing across the walls from outside. All eyes turned to you as you descended the stairs into the sitting area. Perhaps they had all been filled in on some important information before your arrival. Something that made you dangerous.

Eris stood casually by the fireplace, his sharp gaze assessing you with unnerving intensity. The room fell silent.

"You look well," remarked the High Lord of Autumn coolly.

You forced a strained smile and nodded in reply, "You too."

The tension in the room was palpable, weighted down by their powerful statuses. You felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. Frustration bubbled beneath your skin and finally erupted in one desperate outburst, "Would someone please tell me what is going on?" Your voice shook with emotion as you turned to face Eris, Rhysand rising from his seat to stand next to him.

Eris' eyes bore into yours like daggers as he continued his appraisal. Rhysand waited, a quiet but prominent presence at Eris' side.

Finally, the High Lord of Autumn broke the silence, his words dripping with malice, "I'm afraid this is not a pleasant meeting."

Your heart sank at his ominous tone. "Firstly, let me apologize for my brother's actions. He has always had a flair for the dramatic, and I'm sure he has caused your family great discomfort." Eris straightened his jacket casually, but there was no sincerity in his movements. "But that is not all. I also have another apology to make - one that brings no solace."

Confusion and fear crept over you as you furrowed your brow, exchanging glances between Eris and Rhysand who remained silent, lips pressed in a thin line.

Eris continued, his voice heavy with the weight of consequences, "The situation that Philip has put us in runs much deeper than we initially thought." Dread settled in your stomach like a thick fog. "And sadly," he paused before delivering the final blow, "it seems there is no favorable outcome for any of us involved."

Eris' hands remained relaxed and loose at his sides, as if he faced no difficulty in the matter. But his narrowed eyes held a dangerous glint.

You could feel tension radiating off him as he explained the dire situation.

"This whole mess goes far beyond my brother's frustrations towards the Night Court. It is common knowledge that my brothers and I do not see eye to eye on many matters, with many working actively to undermine my authority as High Lord." Eris' voice dripped with anger. "And Philip, that manipulative bastard, is using your abandonment of our mating bond as a means to discredit my values and cause chaos within our court."

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, still unsure of how any of this involved you.

Eris's voice was calm and collected as he spoke, but his words were like daggers to your heart. "Philip plans to use your abandonment of your mate as evidence against my ability to uphold our ancient traditions," he gestured towards you with a disheartened look on his face. "In our court, if someone rejects their mate and takes shelter elsewhere, it is considered a betrayal to the Mother and punishable by law."

You could feel the tension in the room rising, your blood boiling at the thought of being controlled by archaic customs and forced back into a relationship you wanted no part in. "I am not a member of your twisted court," you spat out venomously, glaring at Eris with all the defiance you could muster.

Eris let out a sigh, shaking his head. "I agree that many of our traditions need to be reevaluated, but as it stands now, I do not have the support or power to make those changes immediately,” he gestured to the air around him. “It’s in the long term plans. And unfortunately, whether you like it or not, Y/N, you are considered a citizen of the Autumn Court."

Your jaw tightened in anger as Eris's words cut deep. But before you could voice your disapproval, Rhysand interjected with a grave tone, trying to diffuse you before you flew across the room and strangled the Autumn Court High Lord.

"Listen to me, Y/N," Rhysand said firmly. "This is a delicate situation and we need to tread carefully, not just for our sake but for the sake of our courts."

You shot Rhysand a glare filled with fiery defiance, but he remained resolute. "There is nothing delicate about this. I refuse to go."

“Y/N,” Eris spoke up again, leaning in towards you, “If you don't come willingly, I will have no choice but to bring an army to take you back.” Despite the threat, there was a flicker of regret in his eyes.

“Over my dead body,” Azriel growled, stepping forward to stand protectively by your side.

Rhysand's voice dropped low but carried a commanding presence. "Azriel."

Cassian moved closer, muscles tense and ready for a fight. "This arrogant bastard just threatened war on Night Court soil," he seethed.

Eris took a step back, his hands raised in surrender. “Cassian, Azriel...this isn't meant to be an attack on either of you or Y/N. We have weighed all our options and this one leaves the least amount of bloodshed.”

Cassian let out a small chuckle. “So your solution is to threaten us in our own home? On our own territory?”

Rhysand stepped forward, shielding Eris from the two winged warriors who were ready to pounce. “Enough.” His voice echoed through the room.

Azriel's gaze hardened on the High Lord. “You agree with him? You're taking his side? The male who we've despised for centuries, who has preyed on our family and even killed his own father, and now you want to send her back with him?” He couldn't hide the disbelief and betrayal in his tone.

Rhysand held his ground, meeting Azriel's fiery gaze with a solemn expression. "I do not take anyone's side, Az," he said evenly, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "Our priority is to find a solution that avoids unnecessary conflict and bloodshed, even if it means making difficult decisions for the good of our citizens."

Azriel's jaw clenched, his wings bristling with tension behind him. His hazel eyes flickered between you and Rhysand, turmoil evident in his features.

Ignoring the charged atmosphere, Eris stepped forward cautiously, his voice surprisingly gentle compared to his usual crass demeanor. "Y/N, I understand this is a lot to take in," he began, his voice surprisingly gentle compared to his usual demeanor. "But please believe me when I say that I do not wish for any harm to come to you.”

You scoffed lightly, “I’m sorry if I come off as apprehensive of your promises of my safety when you’re the one locking me in with wolves.”

Eris' expression softened slightly, a hint of regret crossing his features. "I know this is far from ideal, Y/N, but my hands are tied in this situation," he explained, his tone carrying a genuine note of concern. "I will do everything in my power to ensure your well-being and safety, even if it means making choices that are difficult for both of us."

Azriel's stance remained unwavering, his piercing gaze fixed on Eris with a mix of suspicion and resignation. As he slowly unclenched his fists, the tension in the room only seemed to thicken, suffocating like a heavy fog.

You stood there, assessing the situation with keen eyes, silently studying the face of the High Lord with intense scrutiny. "Explain to me how Philip would be able to depose you so easily," you demanded, your voice laced with anger and disbelief. "Aren't High Lords supposed to have untouchable power?"

Eris sighed heavily, shaking his head. "Having the title of High Lord and some natural abilities does not guarantee absolute rule," he explained.

"My citizens can still deem me unfit to lead and call for my removal. One of my brothers would rise to power and I would be utilized solely for ceremonial purposes."

"And you would just step down without a fight?" Cassian interjected, his hand still tightly gripping his sword.

Eris turned towards the warrior, his feline features reappearing as he tilted his head. "Cassian, have you ever thought about where the funding for our army comes from?"

The general's expression darkened, but it was clear that he had never considered the source of their resources. "Allow me to answer that for you," Eris continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. "The citizens fund everything - the army, social welfare programs, schools...everything. And within every court, there are influential nobles who pour their own wealth into maintaining and developing the country. In the Autumn Court, most of these nobles are of my father's generation and unfortunately, many are more aligned with my brother than myself."

He paused, his voice dripping with mockery. "Those old traditions that the Autumn Court clings to will be their downfall. They'll turn on me at the slightest provocation, declaring me unfit to rule and plunging our country into chaos and war, they have enough money to fund their own armies and militias. And I would be a fool not to step down in order to prevent the bloodshed that would ensue."

Azriel's muscles tensed as he asked through gritted teeth, "Why haven't they done so already? If they truly believe you are a deceitful snake like I do?"

Eris replied coolly, "Tradition is a double-edged sword. As of now, I haven't given them enough reason to depose me and my powers granted by the Mother protect me from baseless accusations."

"So let's say I don't go back with you," you interjected, your voice laced with defiance. "Philip plants his seeds of doubt and they call for your removal. You step down and he takes over as High Lord. What threat do we actually face?"

A dark look crossed Eris' face as he answered, "My brother will tear apart the court piece by piece and rule it with an iron fist even more cruel than our father's. He will resurrect archaic customs of servitude for the poorest individuals, reinstate laws against female autonomy, and much worse. And as for you, Philip will not rest until your supposed obedience is secured. If he rises to power and you refuse to return, he will bring the full might of the Autumn Court's army here to forcefully retrieve you."

“And we will fight them back.” Cassian said, hardening his gaze.

But Rhysand stepped forward, his voice grave. "Cassian, we cannot afford another war. Our peace is already fragile enough. Not to mention this would be a war of modernity against tradition, and while I like to think that we stand for progress, I can't guarantee that the rest of the Night Court would support such a cause. And I'm sure you agree with me when I say that the Illyrians would not be pleased to see their forces dwindling over a family affair involving a female who is not even a full citizen of our court." Rhysand's gaze rested on Cassian and the spymaster could only struggle to find an argument against their High Lord.

They had considered all possible outcomes. If you refused Eris' offer and he made no effort to retrieve you, Philip would have enough ammunition to topple his brother from the throne and plunge the Autumn Court into turmoil. If you refused and Eris did intervene, he would have to use his army which would undoubtedly cause unrest in the Night Court. Whichever way they looked at it, your refusal meant bloodshed.

In your mind, the screams of innocent children echoed through the battlefield, their cries drowned out by the sound of mothers mourning for their lost sons and daughters. The march of soldiers grew louder, a symphony of chaos and destruction fueled by your selfish decision to stay. How could you justify causing so much pain and suffering? With every passing moment, the weight of your decision grew heavier upon your shoulders.

Silence hung like a suffocating fog in the room, interrupted only by the piercing gazes of Rhysand and Eris, their eyes boring into you with calculating intensity. Azriel and Cassian stood between you and the High Lords, their stances tense and ready for any sudden movements. "If I choose to return with you," your voice trembled as you faced Eris, Azriel’s body tightening as the words left your mouth, "would that take away Philip's advantage? Would that guarantee the safety of everyone? He's counting on me not coming back, isn’t he?"

Eris's expression softened, a glimmer of hope flickering in his russet eyes. "If you come back willingly, it would indeed weaken Philip's hold over us." His voice was laced with cautious optimism.

"But what does he stand to gain from my return? You said he always plans ahead."

Eris nodded gravely. "That is true. As the only female child among the sons of the Autumn Court, you hold no eligibility for lordship. But as an heir, your ability to bear children opens up countless opportunities for alliances and power plays. Your return also serves as a display of his unwavering commitment to tradition and solidifies his followers' loyalty. And above all, taking something so precious from the Night Court, from Azriel himself... that would be a sweet victory for him." The weight of his words settled heavily on your shoulders, reminding you once again that in this dangerous world of politics and power struggles, everyone was just a pawn in someone else's game, to be moved at the hands of males who had never experienced the lives they took and gave so easily.

Azriel's hardened jaw contorted with barely-contained rage as his intense gaze bore into the High Lord across the room. The weight of consequences hung heavy over your head, dizzying you with the gravity of what lay ahead. To return to the Autumn Court meant succumbing once again to Caelum, a world where you suffered day in and day out. And worse yet, to be forced to bear his children, to hand over your body and future to Philip and Caelum's plans for their twisted army of younglings had you clutching at your stomach in horror, as though you were trying to cling to that womb inside you that was becoming property to be owned by others. There would be no babe, with those sweet black curls and tiny wings, babbling happily in the bassinet in the room you and Azriel shared. That babe was long gone, slipping through your fingers with each passing second. You had fought so hard, healed so much, learned to laugh and love and feel free, only to have it all snatched away by a male you never chose as your father. Maybe your mother was right to hide you away, maybe she knew the true dangers of males in power. But along with fear came guilt - the knowledge that defying Eris's wishes would lead to innocent bloodshed; the blood of citizens who had finally found their footing thanks to your efforts, and countless more caught in the crossfire between courts. Their blood would stain your hands and haunt your every thought. Could you live with yourself, knowing that you caused so many deaths just for your own desire for freedom?

Eris's voice slices through the air like a sharp knife, breaking your descent into panic. "This situation is wrong and you're standing on the edge of a precipice that you never asked to be on," he says, his words laced with urgency. "I won't force you to make a decision now, but I need to know what you choose, and soon."

You gulp, feeling the weight of his expectations resting heavily on your shoulders.

Eris takes a few steps past you, his footsteps echoing in the tense silence. As he reaches for the doorknob, he calls back over his shoulder, "My apologies won't mean much when it's all said and done, but I want you to know that I truly am sorry."

As Rhysand followed the High Lord of Autumn out, he glared at Cassian and a hollow apologetic look to Azriel. But Azriel was not paying attention to his brother's departure; his gaze was fixed on you, his wings poised behind him like a predator ready to strike. His eyes were filled with despair, agony, and rage as he watched you struggle to stay upright. Your breathing was ragged, you felt every small adjustment your body was making as you tried to remind yourself that you were still in your skin, you still had a choice. But you felt that panic rise up inside of you. In that moment, you turned to Azriel, your eyes brimming with tears but your voice strong and resigned, “Take me home.”

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