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Remoras Full Chapter LXVIII: Snap-Dragon

“I heard a rumor this…”

“Well, I heard a rumor that…”

Yeah, well I haven’t heard a lick. The well’s been dry.

Our climate has also been dry. A dry, low humidity cold. One where I could wear shorts, even if it was below freezing out. Yes, in other words: summer was approaching.

We had about a month or so away, but spring really was a time where patches of green opened up. Joy and sunshine abound. Aside from the anomaly the other day where it was raining, we tended to enjoy our dry cold. It meant we never really had to shiver too much (unless your name began with an R and didn’t end with ‘ay’), the winds were seldom as strong as my stamina, and soft snow could be found any day of the week.

Yes, I get it. I should have been joyous. Of course I was. I was Sunny. The sunniest of suns. But you know, if Ray wasn’t interested in investigating rumors in the area anymore, one of us had to pick up the slack. It’s just that...how was I supposed to pick up the slack when I couldn’t find anything.

So what to do, right?

What to do indeed…

The other day, Ray mentioned finding a pin from an old friend of his. How it was some symbol that this guy made up. Ian or Lain, or whatever his name was. Then, the next day, there was a flyer in the mail which advertised an amusement park. Tigershark and Ray went to the park, brought home two cuties (note to self: give Calen and Cael many hugs and headpats), and mentioned how the ‘boss’ was most certainly his old friend.

Now, this could be a sign of obsession. Stalking and the like. It was what it was, as one might say (I wasn’t being nonchalant, I was just apathetic. I knew in my heart of hearts that Ray could handle any sort of stalker. If I worried, it might have meant that I didn’t have as much trust in him as I did). But just little bits of hint droppings weren’t significant and Ray’s only mentioned the guy here and there. Sometimes as made-up versions of him in his stories, and sometimes just like “oh yeah, I had this buddy before I met you…”

Close or not, he didn’t seem like much of a presence in Ray’s life.

OK. So. Where was I going with this?

Oh, just the way someone restless goes with anything: he barely mentioned the guy before, and all of a sudden just from seeing a pin, he’s frantic. It’s like he’s searching for clues, and this ‘friend’ of his seemed all too willing to give him some, all of which didn’t seem to lead to anything.

Any smart mind would craft theories, right? Well, not me. I’m smarter than that: I’m sure that there’s more to this story, and I’m sure it’s something that Ray hasn’t found yet.

That’s right: Detective Sunny was on the case.

Detective Sunny (I) pulled out her (my) laptop and scoured the internet. There must have been something, on some forums, or news articles, or comments sections of some videos...whatever! Something, something…

One forum post about the area:

“What’s there even to do here? There’s just a hospital around here and a few scattered houses hundreds of miles out.”

That’s not true! There’s a diner/hotel that’s always welcoming new faces!

Anon replied: “That’s not true! There’s a couple supermarkets here and there!”

Really? What about our diner? Where’s our fucking respect?

“Hey, I ended up in the area once and walked around some mountains. One of them felt hollow but I’m not sure why. Methinks it’s not an actual mountain. Some secret rituals might be going on.”

My ears perked up.

Yeah, it was less of a forum and more of an imageboard. One of those cursed places. As if I cared. Not like anyone knew I was some eccentric woman pushing 50.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Where? Tell me!” I replied.

I kept refreshing the page for half an hour. In between, I decided to tap the silver bracelet wrapped around my wrist. It twitched and started moving about until it expanded into a silver, goo like substance and wriggled up into the air.

My bracelet was apparently made from parts of an angel, which I wasn’t sure how that worked (in other words, suspicious) but who was I to argue when there was such a cute, silver slime creature next to me which I could pat?

“Look at this, Stella!” I pointed to the screen. Stella peered at the screen and nodded. In an alternate universe, perhaps, my bracelet would be attached to my arm, and would be red and veiny, and would turn into a sharp blade. But this wasn’t that universe.

After approximately 34 minutes (and not a minute more or less), the page had three replies to my post.

First: “lol thirsty much?”

Second: “I’m not saying it’s aliens, but it’s not aliens. Not everything’s a conspiracy, Karen.”

Third: “dude, I really don’t know. I was visiting a friend at the hospital. I guess it’s somewhere near there?”

Well, they do say (not sure who, but probably someone nonbinary), ‘third time’s the charm’.

“HEEEEELL...YEAH!” I shot both arms into the air and bobbed my head.

I ran out of that bedroom faster than an Olympic sprinter running in place while waiting in line in a crowded bathroom so they can take the longest piss of their career. I ran faster than a cheetah with a goal in life.

Yeah. It was totally rad fast.

Down the stairs, because fuck the elevator, I went sprinting like a jackrabbit on a jackhammer. I didn’t even trip ONCE. That’s how excited I was.

Yes, down from the third floor to the very first, where Ray sat in the back, at his usual desk. He wasn’t looking over papers or anything. Wasn’t drinking any tea. Wasn’t reading any books. Wasn’t chatting up with the usual suspects. He was...taking a nap.

I slammed my palms against the desk and it shook, knocking my husband up...er, I mean, knocking him awake (childbirth is no laughing matter). He jumped up in his seat and stared up.

“Oh, thank goodness it’s you and not Tigershark, Demetria, or Remora. In that order.”

“Why those three? We also have Proserpina, Hecate, and two new cuties.”

“That is correct…” he yawned.

“GUESS WHAT!” I shouted.

“Careful,” he shushed, “if you’re too loud, the others might come out and want to join in.”

I looked around. No one in sight. Coast was clear. Still, caution and Sunny went hand in hand.

“I think I found a mystery nearby that needs solving,” I told him in a hushed whisper.

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s reports that one of these mountains near the hospital might be hollow,” I explained, “don’t you think...it could be something?”

“Yeah. It could be...I never observed anything unusual, but maybe that’s because it’s not supposed to be seen as unusual from the outside. Even then, I never noticed anything off around the hospital. Neither has Dr. Cole-Slaw, though I’m not sure she ever leaves the hospital much anyway.”

“All right, no need to gossip. We’re here to talk about rumors, anyway.”

“Right, how could I be so careless?” He scoffed.

“We all get a little careless, dear. Besides, never say never! I always had a hunch those big hills were suspicious. And even if I didn’t always, I sure suspect something now.”

“Right. It could also be a trap set up by Cronus, or whatever body and identity he’s occupying now. Remember when we found him posing as ‘Buddy Fairweather’ in that cave?”

“Yeah, and we all played dead! Ah, good times.”

“Not everyone may look at it so fondly.”

“Speaking of, he’s not been giving us as much trouble. Well, I’d say that, but he still showed up back when I got Stella.”

“Thank goodness he’s not been showing up since then, at least. One problem at a time. First Nemesis, then we can get back to Cronus.”

“I mean, do we have to? If at all possible, I’d like him to never show up again.”

“If it’s not possible, let’s do our best to prepare ourselves,” he chuckled.

“And if we can’t prepare ourselves…” I raised my index finger and grinned.

“...we’ll kick some ass anyway!” We declared in unison.

Ray and I laughed.

Neither of us had a plan, yet even just being in sync was enough. Even just thinking about a plan was enough, wasn’t it? As long as we could anticipate an attack, we were at least more than zero percent prepared, right?

That’s why I need to do my part as well.

“On that note, I headed out,” I nodded my head.

“You got a thermos with water?” Ray asked.

“Yes.”

“You got a jacket?”

“Yes.”

“Stay safe.”

“Can’t promise that,” I shook my head.

“Then come back alive.”

“I’ll come back strong, in whatever shape that may be,” I argued.

“All right, all right,” he waved his hand away, “if that’s how you’re gonna be about it, then just go out there and have fun.”

His words may not have been sufficient, but they would have to do. The call of adventure was upon me. I marched out those halls and charged through the dining area. I pushed open the door to the outside world and let the cool air invite my beautiful face.

Yeah, look out world: here comes Sunny…

...Is what I would have said, but after walking around the mountains near the hospital for about an hour, knocking on rocks to find some “hollow” feeling, I really wasn’t getting that same zest I had when I first went outside.

Of course. If it’s meant to be hidden, it wouldn’t be found so easily. Still, what do those stupid forum posters have that I don’t? I’m an adventurer! Finding a place like this...if there is any, should be nothing!

I looked around. It was just big, brown jagged stones, with some white cream (snow) painted along. There wasn’t a lot of snow, either, more like enough to be described as “splotches” than full brushstrokes. No, it wasn’t a snowy plain, but window dressing.

“Stella, you don’t detect anything where we’re standing, do you?” I looked down at my silver bracelet. It didn’t dare move. She didn’t dare move.

I turned my head to my right. Those mountains extended past. To my left, as well, the mountains continued on. I walked toward my right. About ten paces, the mountains stopped if I continued walking, I could have headed back home. However, I stopped at that tenth pace and faced forward: the mountain range continued at about one hundred and forty-seven paces (approximately). If I had to guess, from the left and right ends, the mountain range was thirty paces long, while the top and bottom ends were much wider.

To think of it another way, the range was sort of like a corridor with decorations on the outside.

I could knock on this whole thing, walk all the way around. Any amateur could.

“Stella. I’m gonna need you about now,” I tapped on my bracelet. In other words: it was time to get dirty.

My bracelet transformed into a metallic lasso, and I held on to the end as I swung it toward a jagged piece of rock high up. It coiled around the jagged end.

It’s still loose, I observed. If I pulled too tight, it would fall off of the jagged end of the rock, and then I would fall as well. But it would have to do.

I pulled myself up and climbed, one hand on the ‘rope’, and the other searching for indentations between rocks. It was a clumsy act, but I was sturdy enough to make it work. While feeling around for the next opening, I imagined this must be what Demetria feels like whenever she has to use a step stool to reach around the kitchen cabinets.

A few steps up, not so much that it would look impressive, the little sharp edge that Stella’s end had wrapped around broke off, leading Stella’s tip to fall as well. I held on to my position and swung Stella again, this time reaching higher up the mountain. I propelled myself up. Now, I was much higher. Without a harness, it could have been dangerous. Well, not that I wasn’t used to danger.

Every now and then, the rope would slip off and I would have to keep steady as I swung it again. It was a haphazard little game, and as much as the typical person might say something like, “don’t look back”, that’s exactly what I did. Because in that sort of typical environment, it paid to look back.

However, I didn’t see anything outside of the ordinary. Just the side of the hospital nearby. No monsters, no bears or anything of the like, just a vast field, and a hospital which sat idly by. I turned and pressed on.

When I made it to the top, I slid down. There was a small incline, a slope, if you will, which didn’t descend me that much lower, but it was something of an inconvenience. Then, from below, I heard it: soft crunching of footsteps.

I crawled my way up the incline and peeked down.

Below, emerging out from the hospital, I spied a woman with short, blonde hair with inward curls. Well, I’d say blonde, but there was a hint, or a tint, of red, so it was more like peach colored hair. Yeah! That sounds like a better description, don’t you think?

She had on the usual hospital garb: the scrubs, the slacks, the works. Probably ordered her sandwiches with no pickles like some kinda weirdo.

She looked around, from left to right, then looked toward the mountain range. I ducked down, just in case this area was supposed to be off-limits or whatever (ridiculous, right? Who would declare nature off-limits?), and after a few seconds, I peeked my head back up and saw her walk off, to the left, away from the mountains.

I kicked around the mountains, still laying about, in case anyone tried to peek up. There was no way I would get caught. Not today, not when it was this serious.

Little taps against the stones, nothing felt hollow. I slid down more, and between the two slopes, there was a slight gap. I say ‘slight’ cause I didn’t know if I could really squeeze through and drop down. If I did so, I’d end up back on the ground, but it was pretty high, and...I was a bit of a big woman. Now, I know my boobs weren’t as large as the boobs of Dr. Cole-Slaw’s husband, but that’s not even the long or short of it – my muscles were big, my belly was big, my whole figure just built like a brick shithouse and I’m the real shit. I’m like, super cool and shit, but it doesn’t always mean I’m good for squeezin’ and shit.

Damn, what a load of shit, I thought, and had a better idea as I did so: I didn’t have to drop down in the gap. Hell, if I did so, that might have meant that the secret place or whatever wasn’t even there. No, all I had to drop down from was…

I reached my leg over the gap and climbed up the next incline. There, I was on something of “solid” ground (or at the top of a somewhat small mountain). I continued to lay, despite knowing full well that I had a greater chance of being spotted than where I was just earlier.

I continued to tap my foot against the rocky surface. My logic was something like “well, if there’s something inside, there’s bound to be a ceiling, and if there’s bound to be a ceiling, there’s bound to be a roof.” Was it foolproof logic? No, but who the hell cares?

At last, after several bits of backwards shimmying, I tapped and felt something hollow. Not only that, but the tap sounded more like banging a pot and pan together. It was definitely metallic.

“Jackpot,” I declared. The time for silence was over.

“Stella. I’m gonna need you to be my knuckles. I can punch, but I can only get so hard.”

My bracelet uncoiled and covered my knuckles in less of a slimey substance, and more of some kind of liquid metal. No, I couldn’t describe it better than that. It had a cold, but also a warmth to it. Like room temperature (however, what “room temperature” felt like varied from person to person. So too, did this feeling. I was certain that if someone else got to feel Stella, they would feel some other temperature. How did I know? I just decided that it made sense that way).

I stood up with my coiled, silver knuckles and leaped up into the air. When I landed back down, I pressed all the weight of my impact into my fist and let it reverberate through the mountain range. There were a few rumbling rocks and cracks formed from the impact of my punch. Just as the place under my knuckles cracked, so too did my smile.

“Ha! Too easy!”

I stood up and stomped my foot and lo and behold! The cracks gave way to a hole and the stones from the damage fell down onto whatever floor there was. Despite the light from above, the place below was dark. Not darker than black, but it was about a deep purple.

I was crouched now, and reached into my pocket for my mini flashlight. I shone it down below. At first, it was like smoke on the water. Like, just a big mist, like someone had hotboxed in there. Just let out a fat bong rip. But soon, the light gave way to...tile floor?

Not only that, but it didn’t look that far down. Which meant only one thing:

It was time to jump.

I dived down and landed with a thud, a huge shock to both of my legs.

“Owie!” I moaned, and rubbed the soles of my boots.

Once I regained my composure, I heard a crackling sound and looked up to see the ceiling closing back up.

“What the…?” I gasped.

Some kind of self-repairing ceiling. Just what is this place? I wondered before realizing that I had trapped myself in.

“Well shit,” I muttered.

Likewise, being encased meant that what little light there was from above diminished and I was back in the dark.

I shone the flashlight forward and was able to see a little way ahead. All the walls were a dark, blue tile. Steel, or some kind of metal. The floors were also tile, but what kind of material, I couldn’t say. Maybe smooth stone? Or smooth like a shark’s skin. Even though a shark’s skin feels like sandpaper. Well, perhaps sandpaper was smooth in its own way.

I wandered through the halls in search of what? I couldn’t really say. But what I could say was that my heart was pounding harder than when Ray would get pounded.

This is an adventure. A true adventure.

Up ahead, there was a door to my left. It had no handle. There were no panels next to it. I couldn’t figure out how to open the door. All I could tell was that it was a door due to the hexagonal indentation in the wall, and the small window near the top of the door. I peeked through the small window, and hoped to see something, anything.

What I saw was (mostly) darkness. That wasn’t to say that I saw nothing. I could see walls at the far ends of the room, and at the back there seemed to be a console.

I’m sure this was some kind of facility. High tech, too. Functional enough to self-repair. But to what end? What purpose did this facility serve? And how long has it been here?

It felt like I was uncovering some kind of conspiracy, save for the fact that the only mention of something strange was an anonymous image board post.

Not the most reliable source of information. Then again, I wonder who the poster was in the first place. Maybe they knew about the facility inside. Maybe they were trying to lure me here…

Okay. Enough with the paranoia.

I crouched down and tried pulling up from the base of the door. Stella was still wrapped around my knuckles. I didn’t know how much that helped, but I thought that there was a chance that I had just the right amount of confidence to pull this off…

I grabbed onto the gap on the bottom of the door and pulled. It didn’t budge, but that didn’t stop me. I kept pulling up until it slid up, just by a crumb, but it was that crumb’s length which allowed me to put my fingers underneath and grasp it from the inside. Once I did so, however, the door slammed back down. I didn’t let out a yell, as much as the pain seared through my nerves, I bit my lip and endured it.

I let out a couple of brisk huffs and tried again. With more force. Enough that it could have torn some tendons. I was past caring about such stuff, and I could brush it aside easily with a little “this is tomorrow’s problem.”

With each exertion, the door lifted higher, and in one swoop, I used my remaining strength to shove it upward. In a sudden rush of adrenaline, I slid through, just as the door slammed back down behind me.

Another couple of huffs. Both hands were burning. My legs felt like they were on fire.

“Ha,” I scoffed, “nothing. I’ve been in greater peril.”

I crept up to the console. There were several buttons, none of which had any clear indication as to what they did. It may not have mattered if the damn thing didn’t turn on.

“But,” I whispered while tracing my fingers along the keys, “what could I have accessed if this console still worked?”

As if on cue, a blue flash of light appeared over the console, a square, transparent beam of electronic light. It began displaying, in clear comic sans font: ‘presence detected’.

Crap, I thought, is that a bad thing?

“Now commencing scan for clearance,” a sharp, buzzing voice filled with static announced. It was a soft, yet deep voice.

I held both hands over my face. There was no way in heaven or hell that I would let such an invasive thing check me out without my permission. Despite my arms blocking my face, I could still feel a red glow sweep down, then back up.

“Ah. So it is you. Welcome back, Master,” the robotic voice greeted. I lowered my arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” I balked. “What’s this ‘Master’ business? The only ‘Master’ I do is ‘masturb –’” I was cut off before I could finish. Thank goodness. How rude of me to be so crass with a machine.

“Swipe right to view your options,” the robotic assistant informed me.

“Ray and I aren’t in an open relationship, but I do hear that it’s good to keep my options opened,” I joked once again. I knew I should have stopped that habit, but it was too hard not to when the bait was right in front of me.

“Yes, Master. I have heard that one many times before. Now, swipe right, or click the top left corner to shut down.”

“Uh…” I was speechless this time. ‘Heard that one before’? What, those specific words? Has Ray been here? Or...has someone else talked about Ray? Or maybe it wasn’t those exact words. Maybe it was just the quip.

I gulped. The well of jokes I previously had ran dry.

I swiped right. I mean, my curiosity wouldn’t allow me to do anything else, even if trepidation within me grew. I even thought that I was starting to break into a sweat.

Hot flashes. Gotta love ‘em, I tried to keep things light. But the deep breaths I let out wasn’t out of anticipation or excitement, but out of a sense of dread.

At the top of the screen displayed ‘Khaldaia Foundation’.

Four options appeared on the screen: - Encyclopedia

- Summoning

- Map

- Credits

All four options looked good, but I went with the top, ‘encyclopedia’. While the map would be helpful, I could find out what information was listed in the encyclopedia, and hopefully something that I couldn’t find anywhere else.

Well, of course, that should be a given.

“Welcome to Khaldaiapedia. 43,657,394,738 articles and counting A new article written and posted every 0.0057 seconds. Read Khaldaiapedia in your language.”

The default was English. There was a search bar.

“So many options,” I mouthed.

I typed in ‘Master’ expecting to see some expansive definition on what ‘Master’ meant.

Instead, I got an article that said this: “Master is the one who is allowed to command servants. Master is not to be confused with ‘Founder’, nor ‘Leader’. However, Founder of Khaldaia is also a Master of Khaldaia. There is no Leader of Khaldaia, as the founder saw fit to make this facility a self-sustaining one, even in the absence of a human body.”

Next I typed ‘servants’.

The article read:

“Servants are spirits under command of a Master. Servants can be summoned under the Servant Summoning System. Currently, the summoning system is inactive, however, it can be activated at any Khaldaia terminal. After activating, a servant can be summoned under a summoning circle. Each servant is chosen based on the personality and physique of each Master. Current Masters in the facility: 1.”

“I guess that would be me,” I whispered, then thought, but I don’t have a single clue, even after reading the article, what this ‘servant’ business is. Why does the terminal think I’m a Master, anyway? Is it because of Stella?

Each article seemed to be short, and seemed less comprehensive and more specific. Like, attached to whatever this facility’s purpose was.

Naturally, my next search was ‘Khaldaia’ itself:

“Khaldaia is the facility built by the Khaldaia Foundation, an offshoot of Flashbulb Enterprises. Khaldaia’s goal is to document every aspect of the universe, and be a more definitive source of information than the Hall of Memories.”

Next, article for Hall of Memories:

“The Hall of Memories is an ever-expanding library brought to earth by otherworldly lifeforms known as ‘the Beige’. Each book in the library contains an entire record of each individual creature or object’s memories. As of now, it is still unclear how the Hall of Memories functions. Some suggest that the Beige aren’t simple aliens, but emissaries of cosmic entities. Despite such a claim, there is no evidence to suggest such, and for now it remains speculation. Others claim that the Beige created the Hall of Memories while their collective race were ‘stoned’ as being intoxicated under the effects of the cannabis plant grants the Beige power. It’s widely accepted that the Beige introduced the cannabis plant to planet Earth.”

That part sent a chill down my spine. And it wasn’t enough that I already felt a draft in this room. No, not the cannabis part. That part was irrelevant. The idea that objects could have memories, too, was too odd to be real. No, what really struck me was the ‘cosmic entities’ part.

Just like what Remora thought Demetria had become affected by when she visited that mansion. Just like the source of Cronus’s power. Just like the supposed angel that powers Remora’s weapon. That powers Stella.

I typed ‘cosmic entity.’ I almost regretted doing so. Like I was about to make some kind of mistake. I shook my head until jellybeans bounced around in my brain.

Hesitation is not allowed. Besides, if this encyclopedia has any information on these things at all, I could uncover something that could help solve our problems. I could be...useful.

The article on ‘cosmic entities’:

“Cosmic entities (disambiguation) may refer to: otherworldly beings (also known as aliens and extraterrestrials), beings outside of our cosmos (see: contradiction), or intangible beings based on emotion which bring destruction with them wherever they go (also known as Celestials. See: angels).”

I poked ‘angels’ and it took me to a new page:

“Angels are one of the names given to describe intangible beings who function based on a specific emotion. Not to be confused with the supernatural beings in various religions and mythologies. The word ‘angel’ derives from ‘angelos’ which simply means ‘messenger’. A few such angels have been observed, discovered, and documented to varying capacity. Swipe right to view each document.

I swiped right. One of these documents could tell us which one we were dealing with, and if we knew, we could figure out a solution.

Or so I thought…

First entry was ‘Happiness’. Rather than detailed documents, they were mostly comments left by a few anonymous people:

“Ever felt so happy you could die? Well imagine the whole world feeling that way.”

“Imagine you snort a mountain of cocaine and you never come down from the high.”

“No, this has nothing to do with drugs. Why do you have to make everything about drugs?”

“It has everything to do with drugs! Happiness stimulates the brain. If the brain is overstimulated...poof. Now imagine that, but the whole world.”

“You could say all the angels affect the brain in some way…”

“Right. Also, in the case of Happiness, Ecstasy is bad.”

“You know, if this is supposed to be some record for any future onlookers, we should probably actually describe some things rather than hinting at them.”

“Right. So Ecstasy was a creation by the artificial intelligence, Dr. Etna, made from synthetic samples of the Angel of Happiness. Some would call Ecstasy an ‘angel byproduct’ – something which, as observed throughout history, angels are able to create themselves. Basically, little pieces of them with their power intact. Only harmed by other pieces of themselves.”

That’s the case with the angel weapons. Created to harm other byproducts? Or the angel themselves?

“Don’t get it twisted – angels themselves cannot be harmed. They are a limitless supply of energy. Happiness in particular, can turn an inhabited planet into a giggling wreck within seconds.”

“Though in the case of the Earth in which Happiness wrecked, it took more like a few years.”

“Right. That’s because Dr. Etna – rather, we – tried to contain its destructive nature while also utilizing its limitless potential. Happiness, and any emotion under an angel’s domain, cannot be contained, and doing so only slows the damage, not prevents it.”

“Right again. We were stupid, we made a mistake, we’ll do better, et cetera. Except not really. Even if it’s not us, it seems there’s always been some people who have wanted to utilize angels for their own means, or is that the end? I could never tell the difference between the two. But anyway, that’s a story for a different document.”

Indeed. That wasn’t what we were dealing with, was it? Especially if the world that angel visited already met its ruin.

I swiped right, this time to a document on the Angel of Sadness:

“Have you ever felt so sad that you could die?”

“Dude, are we going to do that for all of them?”

“Not like we have much to talk about. And a recurring motif helps the reader.”

“Like hell.”

“Anyway, Sadness is currently contained. Or rather, its influence has not expanded far.”

“Correct. We know which timeline to find Sadness. Currently, said timeline poses no threats, even as many improvements could be made to that world.”

“We can discuss that at the next meeting. Stay focused.”

It was hard to tell if it was always the same two people talking or not, or if it was ever the same two people...guess that’s the beauty of anonymity.

“Sadness has been located in a cave in the Atlantic Ocean, nearest to a coastal town. It’s notable that the occupants of the town are alive, but not well. Most residents are, or feel, destitute, and carry with them a lingering sense of melancholy, yet find themselves unable to process the word. Most residents have difficulties leaving the town, as if a pull is keeping them tied there. Visitors have entered the town and left in a dejected state. Those who leave the town for permanent residence elsewhere tend to experience elevated moods, yet have reported to see indescribable faces of what they call ‘a ghost’ on occasion.”

“Current observations indicate that Sadness has no desire to leave the cave in which it resides, content to cry endlessly. That said, those who have tried to approach Sadness to find some utility from it have either turned up dead, or in an unrecognizable state.”

“We’re talking endless crying, bloody faces, cycling between feeling an emptiness and returning to endless tears, and an extreme negative outlook on life. Attempts to communicate with said survivors tend to leave others in tears as well.”

“You can really mess someone up by putting them next to Happiness, then putting them next to Sadness.”

“You can mess someone up without exposing them to both. Besides, who would want to do that in the first place?”

“Has it been done before? Might be worth a try.”

Sadness...I wouldn’t lie. I have gotten such a feeling before. Even now, while reading about it, I couldn’t help but tear up. Then again, it could have been from the brisk cold of the room.

Next one. Anger:

“Ever felt so angry that someone else could die?”

“Oh. Here I thought you would go on with that ‘that you could die’ business.”

“...That too.”

“Not much is known about Anger. It seems to be nomadic, like Happiness and Fear. The location of the specific angel has not been discovered as of yet, and any attempts to reach Anger end in frustration.”

“That said, Anger, much like Fear, has made many byproducts. Said byproducts are humanoid in shape and physiology, yet do not age, and can change their appearance on a whim. They not only hold in constant anger, but seem to relish in making others angry as well, much like their creator. Attempts to subjugate (see: kill) said byproducts have often led to blowups, blowouts, and brawls.”

“Doesn’t mean we’ll stop trying. Earth is worth defending against Anger, right?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes people get angry when they’re defensive as well…”

Anger brought to mind Nemesis. No doubt, she had a lot of it, but I could sense a sadness in her, too. I’m sure she wasn’t exposed to both, and hell, I was sure that she could experience joy as well. Because she’s human.

Flip. This time Fear:

“We don’t talk about Fear.”

“We can talk a little about Fear.”

“All right. You have nothing to fear but Fear itself.”

“I don’t know, cephalopods are pretty scary.”

“What, you afraid of a squid?”

“No. Maybe a little.”

“Well, everyone’s afraid of something. That’s fine.”

“But Fear is afraid of everything. And anything that can be feared will be feared.”

“Fear is nomadic like Happiness and Anger, and isolated like Sadness. Content to hide away, as Fear is just afraid of everything as everything is afraid of Fear.”

“That is not to say it’s not dangerous, or destructive. On the contrary, Fear leads to a lot of rash actions. Fear can also cause the imagination to run wild. Anything the mind can imagine, Fear can imagine as well. Maybe Fear can even imagine things beyond what any other sentient being can imagine.”

“Its world isn’t currently destroyed, but…”

“Inaccessible. For official purposes, it’s considered destroyed.”

Useless. Not all of us are afraid. Sure, whatever angel this is has created many monsters, but they haven’t exactly always been scary.

I tried swiping again. Nothing. I was sure there had to be more angels out there. More emotions. It couldn’t be left at that. Of course, there must have been a vast amount of angels that haven’t been discovered. Maybe one of those angels was the one we were dealing with. But if that was the case, then Khaldaia’s database really wasn’t so helpful after all.

Let’s see...from what we know: we’ve felt an indescribable dread. But also a sense of excitement. A sense of something’s missing, a longing for something that once was, or perhaps never was. But trying to figure it all out...is maddening.

An alarm sounded overhead and lights turned on all throughout the room. A holographic monitor floated above, near where the alarm bell rang. On the monitor was that inverted curly hair woman that I saw earlier, except this time, half of her face was covered with a white, crescent mask on her left side. It was like she was trying to be Phantom of the Goddamn Opera or something.

“Outsider! This place is off-limits! How did you get in?”

“I used the roof,” I explained and cracked my knuckles.

“The roof? What?”

“What is this place, anyway?”

“Nothing you should know about! I, Dr. Cagliostro, call upon security!”

Little laser pointers dropped from the ceiling and floated above as they shot lasers at me. I rolled over next to the console to take cover. They shot at the console, but it didn’t seem to take any damage. I tapped on the knuckles and turned Stella into its whip form.

When I rolled back out, I whipped the lasers. More dropped behind me, and I spun around to deal with them. Each time one of those pointers was hit with the whip, it resulted in a small explosion midair before fizzling out.

I turned my head, desperate to find some place out of the room. The only door I saw was the one I entered from, and it was hard enough lifting it once.

From one side of the room, a walking drone walked through and reduced the walls to rubble. It was jet black, made of pure steel, save for its glassy lid on what could have been considered a head. It had wheels, and two arms with machine guns at each end. Another broke through the other wall.

They both said, at once:

“Hold still so we can conserve ammunition.”

I chuckled. I was in peril, but that was still a flimsy reason for me to stay still. Whoever built those bots must have had a sense of humor, at least.

They began firing without another warning and I ran toward the door I came from. Their bullets followed me, so I slid down and while next to one of the security drones, grabbed it from the back and tossed it at the other drone. Both short-circuited upon impact, even as shells continued to unload on the ceiling.

I watched the walls repair and close in.

Damn. There goes my exit.

I ran toward the bot on top and grabbed it again. It was heavy, and tried squirming its arms around to resist.

“Sorry, bud,” I said, before tossing the bot against the wall and shattering it once again.

When I made it into the next room, two more security bots emerged from the wall. I grabbed the damaged one again and held it in front of me, allowing it to absorb the bullets that I wasn’t hungry for.

More lasers. I raised my whip and swung it to destroy them. I leaped up on the bot I had been using as a shield and tried to dive down to strike those two bots. As I landed, a bullet hit across my leg and I dropped to my knee.

“Why’s it always my legs?” I hissed while swinging my whip across and breaking both bots in half.

“Good. More shields.”

I grabbed half of one, the top half, and even as the circuitry shocked me, I held on as I charged through another wall.

“How are you still alive? What the hell?” Dr. Cagliostro appeared on another floating monitor.

“I’ve been doing this a long time. It’s gonna take more than a few bullets to knock me down.”

“You’re inhuman!” She yelled, then the monitor closed and disappeared.

I’m sure she’s up ahead. I can’t wait to confront her.

Through each wall, I smashed. At once using the broken part of a bot as a shield, and also as an extension of my fist.

Those walls seemed to be endless, as did the rooms. More bots, more lasers. As exciting as this facility was, it really lacked that...bang.

I wanted to test how durable these bots really were, so I tried smashing my way through one of the front doors. It took a few heavy strikes, and the door cracked, but I managed to break it open and get out into the hallway.

No longer in darkness, there were lavender color lights overhead that illuminated the halls. I could see all the way to the end, where a stage rested, and curtains behind the stage.

What is this? Part of a play?

Standing up on the stage was the real Dr. Cagliostro, who wore not the scrubs I saw earlier, but a dark purple cape with a red, low-cut sweater underneath and thick, black leather pants.

“I, Dr. Cagliostro, summon...a plasma cannon!” She announced, and I could hear her voice echo even from as far as I was.

I expected her to summon a servant but I guess I’ll never find out what that entails.

She knelt down and picked up a large gun with a large, gaping opening, and propped it on her back.

Plasma cannon. This woman’s serious.

“Wait!” I yelled.

She didn’t hear me. I tried banging my fists on one of the nearby doors, but it was taking too long. She pressed the trigger, and…

...I laid down, flat on my back. Sucked in, and let the intense heat pass over me. That it didn’t even touch my nose was a miracle, but my clothes were all singed with a black streak.

I got up and began sprinting toward her.

“What the hell?!” She shouted. “You’re STILL alive?”

“Damn right!” I yelled back. “Listen to me!”

She began reloading her weapon and I reached the wide open area with the stage right as she fired again. I rolled out of the way, and the heat of the blast burned through the halls. As damages swept the area, the facility worked overtime to self-repair.

Before she could fire another shot, I got up on stage and grabbed one of the ends of her shirt.

“Wh-What do you want?” She panicked and tried to walk backward.

“This world is in danger! There’s an angel here!” I shouted. Maybe too close to her face, and I felt bad for her eardrums.

“What? That’s ridiculous.”

“Right here. In this timeline. On Earth. I live near here,” I explained, brisk, and in sharp breaths.

“How do you even know what those things are? Or is this one of those ‘do you have time to talk about Jesus’ things?”

“Weapons made out of angels. Penguins in the arctic. A man calling himself Cronus, devouring people and absorbing their sense of selves. Strange phenomena all across the world. How do I know what to call them? Because I’ve met assassins who have had to deal with such beings. Does that make things any more clear?”

She grabbed my wrist and guided it aside. I let go of her. I didn’t think she would try to kill me this time. But she did pace about.

“That shouldn’t be possible. This place was already visited once, by Happiness. But it left. Another one shouldn’t have appeared so soon.”

“Wait. Really? Is that what we’re dealing with now?”

“Hahaha!” She crossed her arms over her stomach and leaned over to laugh. “If so, then we’re doomed. We’re all doomed. There’s no point in sticking around.”

“Now listen here, there’s no need for that talk!” I snapped my fingers. “We can’t be sure if it’s Happiness, can we? It could be anything.”

“Ha. You’re right. It doesn’t matter which it is. We’re all dead. Wrap it up, folks.”

“I was thinking maybe it was Angel of Curiosity, or Wonder, or Imagination.”

“Are those even emotions?” She raised an eyebrow. She might have raised both, but I couldn’t tell, since only half of her face was visible.

“I don’t know. Maybe hunger?”

“I can’t believe it...I freaked out over nothing. I almost pissed myself, and for what? Hunger?”

“I mean, hunger is serious…”

She almost chortled again, but I saw the curtains beside us rustle like leaves in autumn. Both her and I turned in the direction of the curtains, to which a man stepped out. He wore black and white striped slacks and...the rest of his clothes was obscured with a cloak. He had dark brown hair, short, and a long, thick white beard. Or rather, it was a fake beard.

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,” he waved around a cane as he stepped in between us, then twirled on stage.

“Excuse me, who are you?” I asked.

He spun around and despite the hood over his face not really covering much, when I looked directly at him, it seemed like he was obscured in shadow.

“Dr. Faust, the curator, if you will,” he took a bow.

“Curator?”

“Founder! You’ve returned!” Dr. Cagliostro ran up and hugged Dr. Faust’s waist. He pulled her off and wagged his cane.

“Slow down, woman,” he grunted, before turning his attention to me, “yes, I was the one who founded Khaldaia, as a sort of record of the more obscure things in our universe. Future generations may discover this place, generations of what, I cannot say, and gather a clue as to why humanity turned out in ruin.”

“Humanity in ruin?”

“Oh, come now. It’s just a figure of speech. If everything else has died, hypothetically, shouldn’t there at least be a record preserved.”

“I guess…”

“See? Simple!” He grinned, and stroked his fake beard. “Now, I do apologize on behalf of my assistant. She was tasked with watching over this place while I was away, as I had other matters to attend to. Fear not, as she will be promptly fired.”

“What?!” Dr. Cagliostro threw her hands up.

“Yeah. I’m back now. So you’re no longer needed. Buh-bye,” he waved.

I kinda felt bad for her, even though she tried to shoot at me. Twice.

“How do I get out of here?” I asked the strange man.

“Oh. Dr. Cagliostro. You’re rehired. To show this lady the exit. Then you’re fired.”

She perked up only to sulk again.

“Before we leave, are you okay if I take pictures of what I’ve learned here?”

“Sure! Go ahead! Flash away! And not to worry, feel free to visit any time. You have full permission. Bring some friends, bring some kids. It’s fun for the whole family.”

“All right. Thank you, er, Faust,” I held out my hand to shake his.

He looked down at my hand.

“Large chest. Big muscles,” he commented, then used the tip of his cane and guided my hand away.

“Sorry, with all due respects, I’m a misogynist.”

“Oh. Uh. Okay?” That was confusing, and who said such a thing so openly? Part of me wondered if it was just him joking around. After all, there was the fake beard.

As Dr. Cagliostro walked with me toward the exit, I heard Dr. Faust’s voice once more:

“Tell Ray I said hi.”

#writing #stories #remoras full #adventure #sunny reyes #fiction #angels #dr faust #aion

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carlos-in-glasses · 3 months

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Thank you for the tag @three-drink-amy ! Happy Wednesday! This week in BJ Fic, let's experience retractile testicles with Tarlos 🧡:

“Baby– baby–” TK pleads, “I can’t– I can’t– last–” he buckles, his mouth colliding with Carlos’ left shoulder. He bites him hard as he comes and Carlos yells at the surprise of the sting. “Sorry,” TK sighs into his skin, abuzz and jittering as he processes the shocking intensity of the grind.

“Oh fuck. My ball’s gone.”

“What?”

“My right ball. It’s gone up.”

Carlos turns around as TK shifts into a kneeling stance, one leg either side of Carlos’ waist. His come drips onto Carlos’ pecs as he gently coaxes his right ball out from where it has receded into his groin.

“Need a hand?” Carlos asks with a chuckle.

“No thank you.”

This happens to TK sometimes when he comes hard. Carlos can’t help but feel pride, although TK hates it. Most memorably, once when he was sixteen, his ball didn’t come back down again. He confessed to Owen and they took a father-son trip to the ER, where unfortunately TK was seen to by a hot male nurse. TK told Carlos the story years ago, the first time it occurred after sex between them. He relayed it like it was the worst moment of his whole life, even though he’d arguably been through a lot worse. Balls are just really precious.

“God damn what a sexy sight this must be,” TK clucks as his right testicle obediently starts to drop by way of him pressing his hand back and forth against the valley connecting crotch and leg.

“I like how you’re doing it right above me so I can see every detail,” Carlos laughs.

“I like to take care of it immediately.”

Carlos reaches between TK’s legs to welcome the adventuring ball back into the game, cupping it softly in the crook of his pointer finger. “How about I take care of you now? Bath before bed?”

TK leans down to kiss him, smiling as he goes.

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crimsonedquill · 1 year

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Small ways in which they show their affection (Hogwarts Legacy)

I'M ALIVE

Kinda ran out of creative juice and work is still killing me so yeah, decided I needed a small break. I'm still writing but I'm likely taking things a bit slower on the fics, will gladly keep doing short form requests though 🖤

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Surprise hugs. The best ones.

Nothing to make a bad day better than your comfort Hufflepuff wrapping her arms around your middle when you least expect it.

She feeds and grooms the beasts in the vivarium when you’re out running errands outside the castle (so that you can spend more time with each other once you get back)

Sometimes you find beast treats in your bag, much to your surprise. You’re even more surprised to find that they actually taste pretty good.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He gives great back rubs.

Especially when he notices the tension in your voice, he will stop at nothing to pull you in and keep you there until he’s released every knot.

He’s a very patient listener. Whatever you’re struggling with, he always makes time to make you feel like you’re heard and understood, even if it’s mostly you doing the ranting.

If you don’t feel like talking, he’s perfectly content with being your human pillow as well. Sometimes soft cuddles are all you need to make the bad thoughts go away

Natsai Onai 🦁

Holding hands in public. It’s all about the little moments between all of your adventures, never knowing when your next minute of affection will be.

She loves to play with your hair, most of the time without even knowing that she’s doing it. If you don’t make sure to pay attention, you’ll be walking around with braids for the rest of the day

Knowing how much you love learning about her homeland, she often leaves you little origami figures representing the animals she grew up with on the plains.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

You always find small notes in your bag after breakfast with cute messages written on them. It’s a reminder that he loves you (and, of course, that you’re his)

He walks you to classes and holds your hand to make sure that no one will bother you if you don’t feel like talking (also, to cut off any cute glances thrown your way)

You love to drive him crazy simply by making small talk or standing just a little too close to other students. The moment he sees you, he will be all over you with compliments and little gifts and offers to carry your books. It’s a side of him not many get to see often, but you can have it whenever you want.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

She’s not one to show affection very openly, so it’s all about reading the signs with her.

She frequently schedules workouts for you together under the guise of working on your “abysmal” cardio, even though it’s fairly obvious she likes spending time with you more than she’d care to admit

She always sets you up with first-class seats to every Quidditch match, joining you when Slytherin is not playing. (Just don’t ever call it a date)

Bonus for Slytherins: sometimes you wake up to find a bouquet of freshly plucked flowers on your bedside table. She always denies having anything to do with them, even though you can’t help but notice that this particular kind only grows around the Quidditch pitch.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

He knows how busy you can get with all your escapades outside the castle, so he doesn’t mind doing your homework once in a while (though he still gives you impromptu tutoring sessions on your walks between classes to make sure you don’t fall behind)

He’s a very meticulous planner, which means you don’t have to worry about missing out on quality time with him. When you don’t have time for romantic evenings, he simply takes you out on study dates to the Three Broomsticks.

When you’re too tired to memorize the words on the pages, he’s perfectly understanding as well. In fact, he’s more than happy to lend you his shoulder for a quick nap

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt #natsai onai #sebastian sallow #imelda reyes #amit thakkar #hogwarts legacy headcanons

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slightlyslytherinthings · 1 year

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Since when...

Warnings: Light Smut. Sebastian touching himself thinking of Y/N.

Description: Of course all aged up. There are two segments the first one is more an introduction and the secound one a light smut. Last year of the school. Sebastian being the narrator of this ff.

Please give me some feedback it is my first writing, I would love to know where I could improve. And maybe write a next part to it.

🖤🤍💚

Starting a new year and also the last year at hogwarts felt great, knowing that less than 365 days are apart until I can start a career, maybe traveling for awhile or just staying with my dearest twin Anne and with my lovely friends Ominis and Y/N. I wonder how their summer break went?

Speaking of I just seeing them standing at the great hall, "Hey Ominis! Y/N!". "There you are Sebastian, good to hear you again. Hopefully with less trouble than the last years", said Ominis, being cocky as ever. "Hey Sebastian good to see you again, totally missed you on my adventures.", as Y/N greeted me she put her arms around me to hug me thight for a moment.

Even after I spoke the death curse against my own uncle, and Ominis being mad at me, which was understandable, Y/N could manage to make him speak to me again. Not only him, she also convinced Anne to send me owls, she might even want to see me soon again. Y/N was really a true friend, after all I put her through and even after cursing that damned cruciatus curse to get out of the scriptorium, she still kept up with me and my problems. I should give it to her back somehow. Pleading of liking having friends in my debt, I'm surely forever in her debt.

Speaking of feeling her hug I noticed something different, it felt more softer and wasn't she usually bit closer? Merlin. It is her wider chest, which puts us apart, she definitely didn't had them the last two years, what was she drinking- STOP IT! I shouldn't think so inappropriate about her like that. I love her, as a friend, maybe even like a sister or even like a brother since she acts sometimes like one, maybe it was our influence, tho.

But still I shan't think of her like that, even if she truly grew more mature. Who am I to ask her out? She would be definitely better off with someone like Ominis. I must admit the thought of it feels off. Even if both of them deserved to be happy.

I gently got off of her hug, "We should go to the table, shall we?" She smiled at me with a wide grin as she went forward to the end of the slytherin table. Ominis and I followed her, he placed himself next to her and I sat towards her. Unfortunately Imelda Reyes joined us, placed her gossiping ass right next to me. Merlin help me to survive her annoying being. I always wondered how Y/N can be so friendly with her, but thinking of it since she also has no problem with my sorry ass, it might be even a greater superpower to keep up with difficult people than the thing with ancient magic itself.

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As the three of us sat outside, waiting for the transfiguration class to begin, a sudden dark cloud rain above us. I actually enjoyed the water drops running down my face, but I noticed the couple of Ominis and Y/n moving fast under the stone roof right before the classroom. "Sebastian please join us under the roof before you're getting a cold, my dear." her softly well sounding voice filled with concern rang through my ears and I followed them, like she was a siren calling a sailor of his boat.

"Are you getting cold? Your clothes are soaking wet.", she asked. "Don't worry, I just know the right spell to dry myself up." I used the hot air charm on myself. "That is a nice spell, do you mind drying my clothes too?"

Even tho she wasn't staying long in the rain, her blouse got a bucket or two full water on her and I could see her skin through it- damn it. Feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks and some other part, I also cast that spell towards her and maybe a bit to much than it needed to be. But it even made it worse, since her blouse got more pressed against her, which defined her gorgeous body even more. Merlin. Would she ever think like that of me too?

The class started and we sat- of course she had to sit next to me. It made it somehow worse, I think Ominis could start to tell that I was all over for her.

"Professor Weasley?", I raised my hand. "Ah yes, Mr. Sallow.", as she answered. I asked, "May you excuse me? I need to go to the toilet right now." - "Mr. Sallow the class just started.", she sighed. "But before an accident happeneds you're dismissed."

I stand up slowly hiding something with my cloak as much possible, I needed to go out of here, these thoughts of her wet skin... these silky fabric touching her nice silhouette, where I deeply wished she would want me to touch her- Merlin, since when had I developed such a desire for her?

I went of to a toilet stall, as fast as I shut the door and locked it. I began to unbotton my trousers and grab my little devil, starting to rubbing it. I pictured every inch of Y/n, her lips oh her sweet shaped lips.. imaging her to bite them because she would see something at me she also desired for so long. Her doe eyes which innocently hide her true nature of being a freak in the sheets.. I bet she isn't innocent at all. And Merlin these breast, what I would give to just get another glimpse. I moved my hand faster as I got more and more scenarios of her, like her blouse get lose and I could see her shoulders, she definitely would get aroused and start moaning if I could kiss them until she get bruises, enough bruises so that anyone knows she enjoys me, only me. I pressed my right hand against the door, thinking of how she would loved being pinned at it while her legs would perfect wrap around me, she would scream my name while I thrust my devil inside of her warm, wet witchhood until she can't walk or even say a word anymore. I would love to see her face while she comes, knowing that I could do that to her- "Merlin, Fuck. Y/N!"

I groaned her name a bit too loudly for a public toilet as I came in my hand. I have luck that no one was around. I cleaned myself in exhaustion and walked back to class. Y/N grin at me, when I rejoined the class.

Merlin, stop smiling at me like that again.

#hogwarts legacy #slytherin #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow jealous #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow smut

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hallwords · 10 months

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okay here's my wips lesgo

this is extremely half assed got home from work hours ago but still psychotically deceased. am laying on grass as i type. note that i am allergic to grass (<- smart way to get me to write faster)

anyway

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Sister, Sister. Brother, Brother. An exploration of grief and delusion featuring the lesser half of twin siblings.

F*cking Time. Man acquires creepy magic child seconds after said creepy magic child murdered him in cold blood, is extremely unimpressed. Owned by @canadjester, am co-writing.

End With One (Never Zero). Terminal insomniac gets kidnapped by an aggressively delusional twelve-year-old and bullied into saving the world. Co-writer: @canadjester.

To Rise a Fallen Angel. Child tragically left unsacrificed, has to go on a wild goose chase instead with other unsacrificed child (dying may have been better). Owned by @canadjester, am co-writing with another off-site writer.

A Good Story. The Isekai protagonist of the most unnecessarily complicated and stereotypical novel can hear his narrator—and dear God is she a little bitch. Owned by @canadjester, am co-writing.

Working Title #361. Lucy Reyes thought her best friend wouldn't've been the type to publish an Isekai high fantasy gay erotica novel. Well, she's right. The notebook he left behind detailing the adventures of one very horny man aren't a part of his three hundred thirty-something novels-in-progress. It's a journal.

Did Fate Say So? Guy is told he is to be nothing but the bane of evil once he is of age. To this, he says, "Lmao, no," and promptly dedicates the rest of his life to being so good that he even refuses to step on ants.

Stop a Beating Heart. Chosen one sees the world on fire. Gets gasoline.

Things to Blow Up Before You Die. Criminally insane scientist's soul is reaped too early, guilt-trips God into letting her do evil research in evil underworld.

At Least It Isn't Red. Unfortunately, the world must be saved by idiots.

You Beat Me To It. What do war children do when there is no more war?

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lemme know if any of yall wanna be added to the taglists yeeeee

#my posts #writeblr #wip intro #wips #my wips #long post

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rabbit-or-rib · 11 days

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FOLLOWER CELEBRATION TIME !!!!

you guys have shown me soso much support and it really means the whole world to me, and i wanna show y'all that with my writing !!

i'm gonna be opening up requests for NSFW / romantic / platonic alphabets, romantic / platonic matchups, and songs for characters!! this is gonna be a longer post, so all of the specifics are under the cut :)

also, i'll of course still be taking normal requests, but while these are open they'll be the priority for me to get to :)

Who's available for requests?

EverymanHYBRID

HABIT

Evan Myers

Marble Hornets

Tim Wright

Masky

Brian Thomas

Hoodie

Jessica Locke (fem/gn reader only)

Creepypasta

Toby Rogers

Eyeless Jack

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer (fem/gn reader only)

Nina the Killer

Clockwork (fem/gn reader only)

BEN

Overwatch

Cole Cassidy

Ashe

Reaper / Gabriel Reyes

Soldier: 76 / Jack Morrison (masc/gn reader only)

(this includes the Blackwatch and Deadlock eras! just lemme know, without specifics I'll assume it's current era)

Songs for characters ;

a song for how i think a character would react/feel about certain things! being in love, their thoughts on themselves, things like that :) i'd be posting a song link, specific lyrics i think really match with what's being asked, and an explanation/break down on how it relates.

Romantic / platonic matchups ;

give me a rundown of who you are, if you want it to be romantic, platonic (or both), and i'll match you up with someone :) quick physical, personality and partner preference/needs descriptions would be great, the fandoms you want, and anything else you'd want me to know would be great !! if you'd want a basic template, i have this one right here !!

NSFW / romantic / platonic alphabets ;

you can ask for a full alphabet, or just specific letters, for characters :) all three are down below if you wanna get a feel for them before you request

PLATONIC

A = Adventures, what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?

B = Bond, what kind of - platonic, obviously - relationship do you have with each other?

C = Cuddling, do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?

D = Dance, do you ever dance together? how?

E = Enemies, were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?

F = Fight, how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?

G = Gain, how have you helped each other improve as people?

H = Help, how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?

I = Injured/Ill, how would they act if you got hurt or sick?

J = Jokes, what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?

K = Kisses, do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count

L = Love, how do they show you they care?

M = Meeting, how did you meet? how did you become friends?

N = Nesting, do you co-habitate at all? how?

O = Oasis, is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?

P = Protection, how protective are they over you?

Q = Query, how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?

R = Record, what’s something you’ll never let them live down?

S = Support, how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?

T = Trust, how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?

U = Uplift, how do you bring each other up?

V = Vacation, do you ever travel together? what’s that like?

W = Worry, do they worry about you? how often?

X = Xerox, are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?

Y = Yahoo, what’s an inside joke you share?

Z = Zany, do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?

ROMANTIC

A = Attention, how much attention do they want in the relationship?

B = Baby, do they want a family? Why/why not?

C = Cuddle, do they like to cuddle and show affection? How?

D = Dates, what are dates with them like? What do they like to do?

E = Equal, do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

F = Fights, how do they handle arguments? How quick are they to forgive?

G = Gratitude, how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

H = Honesty, are they honest with their s/o? How important is it to them in a relationship?

I = Insight, how easy is it for them to read their partner? (Mood, thoughts, etc.)

J = Jealousy, do they get jealous? If so, how easily? How do they deal with it?

K = Kiss, what are their kisses like? Who kissed who first?

L = Love, who said “I love you” first? How often do they say it? When did they realize they were in love?

M = Marriage, do they want to get married? How long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand? What would the marriage be like?

N = Nickname, what are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

O = Open, how long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

P = PDA, how do they feel about public displays of affection? What kind of PDA do they show?

Q = Quality Time, what do they like to do for quality time with their s/o?

R = Reunion, how do they react after being apart from their s/o? How do they cope when they’re away?

S = Sad, how do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? How do they like to be cheered up?

T = Thrill, do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

U = Understanding, how well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

V = Value, how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

W = Wild Card, a random relationship headcanon

X = Explicit, a NSFW headcanon

Y = Your Name, if they did get married to their s/o, who would take whose last name?

Z = Zz, how do they like to sleep with their partner? What time do they like to go to sleep/wake up, ideally?

NSFW

A = Aftercare, what they’re like after sex

B = Body part, their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

C = Cum, anything to do with cum, basically

D = Dirty secret, pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

E = Experience, how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

F = Favorite position, this goes without saying

G = Goofy, are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.

H = Hair, how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

I = Intimacy, how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

J = Jack off, masturbation headcanon

K = Kink, one or more of their kinks

L = Location, favorite places to do they do

M = Motivation, what turns them on, gets them going

N = No, something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs

O = Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

P = Pace, are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

Q = Quickie, their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

R = Risk, are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.

S = Stamina, how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

T = Toys, do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?

U = Unfair, how much they like to tease

V = Volume, how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

W = Wild card, a random headcanon for the character

X = X-ray, let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

Y = Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

Z = Zzz, how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?

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ashisgreedy · 9 months

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Imelda Reyes x F!MC

“In Her Embrace”

WC: 2,500+

AN: Guess who I have a crush on 🥴

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I haven't written in you for a while. In the past few weeks, something wonderful happened… and I have been otherwise occupied with this new, incredible thing. I can't stop smiling as I begin to write this. I would like to start from the beginning so I may paint the full picture for myself to recall as I grow older.

My best friend Imelda and I have been growing close lately. After my last break-up, she encouraged me to stay single for a while. I had been dating back to back as you can see in my previous diary entries. But, something about the way she was almost begging me to turn down Andrew Larson’s invitation for dinner made me seriously consider it. I took her advice and decided I would stay single for a bit longer to really help remind myself of who I am.

She was happy when I told her this, telling me she always hated all my boyfriends, that they didn’t deserve me. I smiled at that, remembering a time when she wouldn’t have spoken so freely to me. It used to be low blows and curt comments from her, but now, since we’ve grown as friends and I earned her respect on a broom, I’ve been privy to how she truly feels.

Two weeks ago, it was girls night. We planned a sleepover in my dorm room over the holiday. All my other roommates were gone for the extended weekend back home and Imelda and I took full advantage of the privacy, making a pillow fort by my bed and reading to one another out of the fantasy book floating around the Slytherin girl’s dorms. The book was something someone brought from back home, a muggle story where the main character was female and went on all these badass adventures. It's now Imelda's favorite.

She braided my hair, a bit too tight I might add, I had to loosen it to stop the headache from forming, and I manicured her nails. She keeps them short for her quidditch matches and I made sure to add a tiny heart to both her thumbnails in black paint.

When it came time for sleeping, we both changed into our pajamas and tucked into my bed for the night. We could hardly stop chatting even long after the lights were out. Imelda was so giggly this night, in a better mood than I had seen her in a while. Her laugh was contagious and I couldn’t help but share it.

We found ourselves tangled up, giggling about nothing and everything late into the night. There was a moment, just one, where I felt a shift in our dynamic. She looked at me, her legs twisted with mine, her hand sliding through my hair, and she just stared into my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. The laughing had died down and I supposed she was growing tired as the hours went on.

“Good night, then…” I finally said, breaking whatever tension had begun to build around us. I pulled up the blanket and snuggled my head into the pillow.

I saw her face go from bright and cheery to dark and stormy in a nanosecond. She huffed a ‘night’ to me and turned away. My forehead creased at the sudden change in her demeanor. Had I done something wrong? I scoured my mind thinking of the entire evening all the way up until this moment.

“Imelda… Is everything alright? We were just laughing moments ago.” I tried, my heart swirling with fear that I had somehow caused a rift to develop between us. I reached out to touch her arm, the one my hands had already been all over this evening to provide her comfort.

"You didn't do anything wrong..." She mumbles. Her voice was wavering and a piece of my heart broke.

I rubbed her arm with more confidence. “You know you can always talk to me about anything. We’re best friends.” I used my most reassuring voice. “I’m here for you.” There was a distinct sniff that came from Imelda so I immediately wrapped her in my arms and held her to my chest. “You can talk to me about anything, Mel. I mean it.”

She didn’t cry as I held her, she fought off the tears as best as she could. I could feel the war inside her body as she held back, trembling and squeezing her eyes shut. She was always so strong and I wanted to allow her the space to feel whatever emotion she was feeling if she was in the mood to express it.

After some time, she calmed and her breath became even. Imelda finally rolled over, looking at me. The light from the window spilled over her features and I gave her a small smile. “What has got you so worked up?” I asked. I was waiting for a spitfire answer but she just stared at me again with those big brown eyes.

She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same to her. We shared her pillow while I rubbed her back. She adjusted herself and my hand went a bit too far, grazing her backside.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling my hand back. The blanket’s slid down cooling off the body heat between us.

She smirked and grabbed my hand, placing it on her thigh. “It’s fine. You can touch me anywhere.”

My fingers rested on her exposed skin, a bit higher than proper since her sleep shorts were riding up. I froze, unsure of what kind of joke this was. She teased me constantly, but never like this. Her toes grazed my foot as she brought her leg closer to me.

“What… do you mean by that?” I asked, hand still stiff on her exposed skin.

She took in a deep breath. “I mean what I said.”

She didn’t elaborate and I found my thumb sliding in small circles on her thigh. Chilled bumps rose and I gently squeezed her thigh where it transitioned into the swell of her ass. My mind felt blank as I did this, driven by a tiny voice inside my head for more. Her skin was soft and warm and she smelled of the same floral soap I used.

“Hey,” Imelda said, cupping my face and taking me out of the trance I was in. “If I am wrong, please tell me...”

I watched as she slowly inched forward. I looked down at her dark rosy lips, slightly parting as they neared mine. I leaned forward and our noses brushed, her breath fanned over my cheeks, then our lips met. I didn’t feel confused like I thought I should, kissing another woman. Instead, I felt free, like I was soaring. As Imelda tilted her head to deepen the kiss, I found my hand traveling up and down her form.

I’ve never felt the spark most people describe when kissing a lover. It's always been just that, two lips touching. But this… it felt right in every way possible. The way her lips quivered pressing into mine sent a bolt straight through me. What was once a cup of the face to pull one close was now a caress of affection and devotion, and what used to be groping and foreplay was a gentle escapade to explore one another for the sake of admiration and longing.

The entire world could be burning just outside but it wouldn’t even compare to the sudden passion that was set ablaze in my heart for her, for my best friend. Imelda lay back on the bed and pulled me with her. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I couldn't suppress the noise that escaped me. Now this, this was the feeling I'd been seeking all my life in the arms of another. I smiled into her kiss realizing it had been within my reach this whole time.

I touched her soft hair and slid my fingers down to her waist. I felt her curves and the strong muscles underneath from her many sporting practices. I then dared to move my hand up her stomach, splaying my fingers out to feel all of her. She had given me permission to touch her, but I wanted to give her a chance to change her mind. The closer I got to her chest the more her breathing picked up.

I cupped her breast in my hand and felt jubilant when she moaned for me. I was falling apart, breaking and shattering, and being rebuilt by her touches and sounds. I squeezed her breast again, the thin layer of her sleep shirt leaving nothing to the imagination, and rubbed my thumb over the soft peak. Her body came alive for me, her nipple hardening under my touch. I groaned into the kiss, a new feeling sweeping over me knowing I had this effect on her.

She was my best friend, my closest ally, and here she was, moaning and rubbing her body against mine as we tangled together, pining for more of my touch. I wondered if she was just as turned on as I was. I felt the heat between my legs and couldn't get over the idea that maybe she was just as turned on too.

"Imelda" I breathed "May I… uh" I tugged at her sleep shorts, the thin fabric stretching as I did.

She started kicking them off in a flurry. "Gods, yes."

I helped her out of her shorts and panties. On a roll, I pulled off her top and she tugged mine off too. Her hands cupped my newly exposed breast and her lips moved to kiss my nipple. A jolt of pleasure shot through me at the soft yet pleasurable sensation.

I moved my hand to her thighs and pushed until she parted for me. I had been trembling but nothing like this as my hand made its way up her leg. I felt embarrassed by the shaking but adrenaline was making its way through my veins in a frenzy. Imelda whimpered when my fingers grazed her center. My breath caught when my digit ran down her slit and found her so wet.

"I want to taste you." I gently pushed her to lay flat on her back again. "Please, please Imelda. Say yes," I begged, the warmth of her slick on my fingers causing me to lose my mind.

"Yes!" She pushed on my head until I was between her thighs. A smirk grew on my lips seeing her beautiful personality come out, the one I'd grown to love.

I pushed her legs apart, looking at the sight before me. Fuck, she was perfect. Every ounce of her body was beautifully and wonderfully made just for me, it felt. I used my thumb to reveal her clit and sighed when the nub was just as pink and swollen as I'd hoped.

Imelda groaned and rocked her hips, bucking against nothing. I ran my finger down the seam and met her entrance. Effortlessly, my finger slid inside. Her walls were silky smooth as they flexed around my intruding digit.

"That's enough teasing." Imelda decided.

I nodded. "I'm sorry, I will take time to explore you more later" I apologized, giving her clit a soft kiss.

Imelda groaned and tangled her hand in my hair again, pushing until my mouth was fully on her pussy. I licked and pressed my tongue down, feeling the bud roll over my tongue and give way to pressure. Imelda was practically panting the more I lapped at her clit

I circled my lips over the swelled clit and sucked lightly until her breath hitched. I used my tongue to swirl in circles until her legs were trembling around me. Her moans and reactions were all I could have ever wanted from her. I let up, giving her clit a momentary break while I moved down her cunt to taste the wetness unfolding. The taste was like no other. I groaned as I ventured more into the source.

I pressed my tongue flat and ran it all along the seam of her pussy. I gripped her rocking hips, keeping her at the perfect angle for my mouth. Imelda yelled my name with a string of curses and began to arch off the bed.

She didn't have to tell me, I knew, I could tell how close she was in the way her body amped up. I focused on her clit again, slipping my finger back inside her and rubbing circles over her g-spot. She was pulling at my hair, anchoring my face to rub her clit all over my tongue in a desperate manner.

I had never been so turned on in my life than when her moans became lewd and her cunt throbbed around my finger. I had known her for so long, I thought I’d known everything about her. But, this was very new. The way she whimpered my name, her lewd low moans, how she arched forward, keeping eye contact with me as pleasure pulsed through her. I reached up, cupping her breast in my hand and rubbing to add just a hint more pleasure to her euphoric moment.

When she came down, I kissed all over her thighs. I moved up her stomach and kissed her breasts again. I moved to her neck and tasted her skin and a hint of sweat.

She gasped and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight to her warm body. We lay like that for a long moment before I was pushed down, looking up at her.

It was my turn, then it was her turn again… then my turn again, over and over until the sun filled the bedroom.

We got about 45 minutes of sleep before we decided it was fruitless and got up for the day.

We took a shower together, and I got to wash her beautiful hair for her. She helped clean me off with the wash rag getting every inch of me clean. We made-out in the shower under the warm running water. I told her how beautiful she was and got to watch her cheeks blush in the light for the first time. She rolled her eyes playfully and pulled me in for an even hotter kiss.

We floated through breakfast and held hands under the table. We didn't leave each other's company until days later for her first mandatory quidditch practice began. The holiday break was over and classes would be starting up again soon.

I sat outside the quidditch pitch studying to get a head start on various classes until she was done. The next time I saw her, she had her hair back in a low ponytail and wore her green quidditch uniform.

She had a single yellow flower in her hand as she joined me on the lawn. She offered it to me, twirling it in her fingers, with one question "Will you be my girlfriend?"

The hug I gave her had me tackling her to the ground. We both giggled and I said yes, a thousand times yes, as I kissed her neck and cheek. We finally looked at one another, her smile more wide than I'd ever seen it, and shared our first kiss as a couple.

So, Diary, that is why I haven't been around the last few weeks to update you. I will try to keep up with my entries in the future, but I can't promise I won't be swept away by my girlfriend yet again.

M.C.

#imelda reyes #imelda reyes x mc #imelda reyes x reader

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superconductivebean · 12 days

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#991: poppy sweeting headcanon post - 4

Imelda Reyes: >>>1 || >>>2 (nsfw) || >>>3 || >>>4 || >>>5 || >>>6 Poppy Sweeting: >>>1 || >>>2 || >>>3 Imelda x Poppy headcanons: >>>1 || >>>2 || >>>3 || >>>4

Once again raising my head from the Brainrot fog to share some character headcanons with the world. Brainrot is a fic I’m working on.

Tags: @thriftstorebabayaga @endeavour12345 @celestial--sapphic @caramel-hufflepuff @catohphm @adalinda-selwyn

In light of the recent discovery; Poppy knows how to navigate the Deeper woods of the Forbidden Forest. Her travel journal has all she needs to know: the symbols and their assumed meanings, landmarks, hand-drawn maps, points of danger/interest. To her, the Forest isn't a danger or imminent death but its own world, it has to be treated with respect;

Highwing often tags along;

Brainrot: the Forbidden Forest is hostile to the outsiders. It is a dangerous place; Ashwinders had to stick to depressions of the land and decrepit brick masses of long-abandoned dwellings to escape being snatched. However, the Forest welcomes anyone who has proven to be a friend or a worthy contender to its force;

Brainrot: d̷̪̃ò̷̙n̸̺͠'̵̬̏t̶͉̾ ̸̼͊s̵̼͆p̵͈̄ĭ̵͈l̶̼̆l̶͙̿ ̵̹̐b̴̪͌l̸͍̅o̷̫͊ȯ̷̻ḍ̵̒ ̵̟̊į̴̈́n̴̟͆ ̸͕̊t̶̟͛h̶̥̊e̷͎͑ ̸͈̿w̷̥̌ȏ̶̜o̷̤͌d̶̬̍s̶̰̅;

Brainrot: Poppy believes in fairies. The Forbidden Forest is said to house a few fae beings but Hogwarts library has only so much accounts of people encountering them -- if these could be even considered accounts. People used to write ambiguously, often referring to things by lucid and surreal names; some of the books Poppy had found that had anything on the matter were hidden in the part of the Restricted Section marked as 'insufficient drivel';

Gran doesn't support her ventures. Poppy is alone in there -- first. Her adventures there are enviable -- second;

Professor Howin suspects something but is yet to catch Poppy off the student limits;

Professor Sharp, the library dweller, noticed certain piles of books moved or changed shape. He told Eleazar. Eleazar said it might've been him or Miriam, why hold the student's name at the tip of the pen if multiple people are frequenting the library at the late hours of day each day every day for many years. Then he told Matilda. Matilda said, mister Sallow. It didn't sound plausible, given the caliber of Sallow's interests but Agnes seemed to agree with Matilda on this;

Sebastian had no idea some of his detentions were on Poppy;

Professor Garlick doesn't know much about beasts, only about those found in the gardens, greenhouses or wilderness. She also believes in fairies and allows Poppy to stare at thistles from time to time. Professor Fig was also curious but his observations were usually lukewarm, unlike those of Miriam. Poppy hadn't gotten to know Mrs Fig well but what she did manage to hear amazed her;

When Poppy's little obsession became known, that nickname, 'Peculiar', stuck. Poppy expected to hear that even from her friends but the Sallows didn't mind it at all, Ominis was mildly interested because he'd once heard merfolk was tied to fae somehow, Garreth was convinced he lost half of his socks because of these creatures, and Imelda, the one Poppy felt fearful of, was strangely quiet and would never elaborate on her interest, calling her mockers stupid instead; Poppy later learnt Orcadians were vary of the fae folk;

Brainrot: After Poppy learnt Julia was able to understand Fig's musings about some kinds of old and strange magic, she urged to inquiry Julia on fairies. Julia was convinced she was talking about the beasts from the assigned CotMC textbook but these creatures were something else*.

*do I lore-drop that I believe MC to be a fae creature or am I leaving it for a later date.

#днявочка #eng tag #днявочка: hlegacy #utlitd brainrot #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes #hogwarts legacy #днявочка: фандомное

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fablefics · 1 year

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i have a request for sebastian and f!mc, i don’t mind which house. a little angsty but also fluffy? i think it would be super cute.

after a fight, they aren’t speaking. ominis hates it because he has to split his time between them, so he’s been (unsuccessfully) trying to get them talking again. he tells sebastian that she was injured out on one of her adventures and sebastian immediately goes to look for her. when he finds her, he hugs her and is super concerned, checking her over for injuries. ominis catches up and smiles, knowing his plan worked. (either he made it up or he exaggerated, with it only being something minor like a small cut or scratch)

Hold On | Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: little angsty, mild description of an injury

A/N - Not proofread, apologies in advance. Made a few slight changes but I hope you still like it anon <3 Also apologies for taking forever to write this, I have a bigger fic in the works to make up for my sudden absence. ALSO house is left vague so it can be whatever you would like.

You were sitting in the library next to Natty and Poppy who were debating the importance of astronomy and if it actually deserved to be a core class. You didn’t really hear a word they were saying, instead you were staring daggers into the back of Sebastian Sallow’s head. He had specifically chosen to sit at the table next to you and your friends with his back to you so he couldn’t see you, but you were forced to stare at him. Ominis was across from Sebastian and even from a distance you could tell he was uncomfortable with the tension in the room. You and Sebastian were fighting, a frustratingly common occurrence at this point. After being friends for almost three years, the two of you knew exactly how to push each other’s buttons and this time you had pushed a bit too far.

Amit had given you a gift, a brand new telescope to replace the old one he had lent to you during fifth year. It was harmless, Amit was not interested in you. It was no secret that the Ravenclaw had been hooking up with Samantha Dale since the beginning of seventh year. Now, nearing graduation, he had given the telescope to you as a ‘graduation/saving the school’ gift. Sebastian, hearing about this, decided to accuse you of secretly being in love with Amit. In response, you told him that Amit, at least, would be a good boyfriend. This kicked up one of your arguments, which ended with Sebastian huffing out of the Great Hall with a bruised ego.

That was two days prior, eventually the anger would fade and everything would go back to normal. Ominis hated when the two of you fought. After he left the group it took him a while to made amends with Sebastian and rejoin the friend group, but now the two of you were constantly squabbling. You watched Ominis mutter something to Sebastian and saw the man’s shoulders tense. What is he saying to him? You wondered. You hoped Ominis would be on your side, he usually was.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Natty asked, breaking your death glare into Sebastian’s neck.

“I like astronomy,” you responded.

Both girls giggled a little. Poppy smiled at you, “We were talking about going to Hogsmeade tomorrow night for a butterbeer.”

“Oh,” you blushed.

“Where is your head at?” Natty asked, even though they both knew exactly who you had been thinking about.

“Nowhere,” you lied.

“Someone’s fawning over Sallow again, I see,” Imelda Reyes appeared from behind a bookshelf and decided to speak loudly enough for most of the surrounding area to hear.

Ominis dropped his forehead onto the table as Sebastian turned to face you for the first time since he had sat down. You wanted to scream at Imelda but kept your cool, simply announcing, “Please, Imelda, we both know I have much better taste than that.”

You could practically feel Sebastian’s eyes glaring at you, but you refused to face him. Imelda laughed and sat down at the table next to Poppy. She was holding a book about the history of the Tutshill Tornados. Poppy immediately attempted to defuse the tension by asking Imelda a question about Quidditch, which Imelda was more than happy to answer. Natty looked at you awkwardly and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. Sebastian stood up and stormed away, while Ominis continued to sit with his head on the table. The entire library had to be aware of the tension by now, so you decided to excuse yourself back to your dorm for the night.

The next day you decided to skip class in favor of hunting down some poachers who had set up camp near Bainburgh. You informed Poppy and Ominis about where you were going, just in case something happened. If you weren’t back by dinner, they would come find you. You needed a break from the drama of school. You wondered if it was concerning that your idea of a break was killing dark wizards, but decided not to look to deeply into that. Most of your professors had become accustomed to you randomly taking off and given your status as the Hero of Hogwarts, none of them had complained. Luckily you no longer had Potions, if Sharp heard about you skipping classes he would not be so understanding.

It was a fairly large camp, you scouted it from the air. Half a dozen tents scattered the clearing with two large cages on either side of the camp. You couldn’t get a good count on how many poachers were in the camp but it was at least 15, more than you would usually take on by yourself, but definitely not enough to pose any real risk. You landed in the trees away from the camp and began to creep closer so you could get a better idea of how many poachers were there. As you got closer you heard a sound from behind you and suddenly a shiver ran down your spine.

“Protego!” You cast the protective charm just in time for the poacher’s spell to bounce away from you and back at them.

“Confringo!” The poacher screamed.

Guess I’m not doing this quietly, you thought bitterly. The forest around you was filled with the flashing colors of the duel and you could hear the sound of more poachers on their way. You finished off the first one fairly easily and turned to see four more running out of the camp toward your position. You readied your wand, prepared for a tough fight.

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“Ominis!” Poppy came running into the Great Hall, “Y/N isn’t back yet is she?”

“I haven’t heard from her since this morning,” Ominis stood up, but he was still calm, “She’s not with you?”

“Obviously not,” Poppy was anxious.

Sebastian was sitting at the Slytherin table, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N might be in trouble, she went to find some poachers in Bainburgh but we expected her back in time for dinner,” Poppy blurted out in a single breath.

“Take a breath, Poppy,” Ominis remained calm, “Dinner just started, she’s probably on her way back now. We both know how capable she is, give it time.”

Sebastian stood up, “I’m going after her.”

“Sebastian,” Ominis sighed, “Do you really think she wants to see you?”

“She could be in trouble, Ominis,” Sebastian rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and turned to leave the Great Hall, “I don’t give a damn what she wants.”

“I’m going with you,” Poppy announced.

“Alright,” Ominis grabbed his robe from the bench of the Slytherin table, “I guess we’re all going.”

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You were breathing heavily, staring down at the large wound on your leg. One of the poachers had gotten you with a well-timed diffindo and sliced a fairly sizable gash through your calf. You groaned as you downed a wiggenweld potion and pulled some bandages out of your bag to start taking care of the wound. The wiggenweld helped a lot but this was a pretty serious wound, you would have to hope that one of your friends would realize that you were missing and come looking for you. You were definitely not strong enough to fly back or even apparate yourself back.

The sun was beginning to set, it had to be after dinner time by now. You leaned against the rock that was behind you and stared up at the pinky red sunset. You began digging around for another wiggenweld potions, and luckily found another one buried in the bottom of your bag. You hoped that the potion would at least help with some of the pain so you could fly yourself back to Hogwarts.

As you downed the bottle you heard the sound of someone yelling your name, but not just any someone, Sebastian. You looked up and saw your friends descend on their brooms into the clearing around you. Sebastian jumped off his broom without a second thought and ran to you. Whatever anger the two of you had been harboring towards the other was gone, and all that mattered in that moment was being together. Sebastian collapsed to his knees at your side, staring down at your bloody leg.

“It looks worse than it is,” you assured him. The wiggenweld potion was helping quite a bit.

“What happened?” Sebastian was so worried he seemed angry again, but you knew it was just concern.

“I got careless,” you sighed, “And there were more than I planned for.”

Sebastian looked around the clearing. The bodies of at least 20 dead poachers scattered the area, it looked like a warzone. Poppy and Ominis hung back, just happy to see that you weren’t amongst the dead bodies. Sebastian looked back to you and stared deeply into your eyes.

“You have to be more careful,” he looked down at your leg again, but the wiggenweld was already helping to close it.

“I’m fine, Seb,” you moved to wrap the bandage around your leg but Sebastian pulled the roll out of your hands.

“Let me,” Sebastian gently picked up your leg so it was resting in his lap.

Ominis and Poppy stole a glance between the two of them and silently apparated back to the castle, leaving the two of you alone in the clearing. You barely even noticed their disappearance, you were too focused on Sebastian and how intimate the moment was. He was gentle with the bandages, worrying that he was going to hurt you more. His fingers grazed the skin around the wound, sending shivers down your spine. Unlike the shiver you got when the poacher tried to kill you, this was a good shiver. There was a knot forming in your stomach as Sebastian carefully finished tending to your leg.

“Am I going to make it, Nurse Sallow?” You joked.

“Just barely,” Sebastian moved your leg out of his lap, “You’re lucky I was here.”

“I could have taken care of it myself,” you said, annoyed that he didn’t have faith in your ability to take care of yourself.

“You could have,” Sebastian nodded, “But it’s kind of nice to have someone taking care of you, don’t you think?”

You blushed, he was right. It was nice to have him there in a moment of weakness. Ever since your fifth year, Sebastian had been your protector. He was always there when you went after dark wizards and goblins. You hated yourself for starting the whole argument but before you could apologize, Sebastian did.

“I’m sorry about the Amit thing,” Sebastian said, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“The Amit thing?” You laughed, Sebastian scowled at you, “Sebastian, it’s okay. I’m the one who needs to apologize.”

“Why do we always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Argue, hate each other, make up, repeat,” Sebastian sighed and leaned back on his hands.

“I don’t know,” you couldn’t think of a witty response.

“I think I’m scared,” Sebastian said after a painfully long pause.

“Scared of what?”

“Being honest.”

The silence between the two of you was deafening. You understood what he was saying, but didn’t want to face it either. Instead of saying anything Sebastian pulled you towards him, laying down in the dirt so your head could rest on his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around you. In that moment absolutely nothing could get to you, you were safe. No words were exchanged, but you both knew what Sebastian was trying to say. You relaxed into his arms, smiling to yourself. I’m never letting go of him again, you decided.

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