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wrinkledparchment · 1 year

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a stranger’s whisper | sebastian sallow

BRIEF DISCLAIMER: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT OR CONDONE TRANSPHOBIA OR DISCRIMINATION OF ANY KIND

Summary: Based on the “In the Shadow of the Study” Quest | You, Ominis, and Sebastian all find themselves stuck where Noctua Gaunt died, blocked in a room that can only be escaped by casting an unforgivable curse. In order for the curse to work, the caster has to really mean it, but you could never hurt Sebastian.

Word Count: 1,793 words

Author’s Note: It’s been a while, I mostly write speculative non-fiction in my spare time and I don’t think I really have an audience for that here so I publish at my school instead, but I felt inspired by Sebastian, so here I am, just a brief one-off. Thanks for reading!

Content Warnings: Crucio curse, graphic depictions of magical torture, a briefly mentioned skeleton, but basically the same as if you’ve done the quest

You could feel your black robes dragging on the dusty stone floor, the green on the inside shimmering in the light of the torches. Ominis stood in the corridor, pacing back and forth, gripping his wand and his robes, trying to contain his anxiety. Quick work with the blasting curse, Confringo, had got you into this blasted place, along with Ominis’ proficiency in parseltongue, but after some quick puzzle-solving on your part, you stood in front of the doorway where Ominis’ aunt had died. The words CRUCIO were engraved on the stone in front of the entrance, a shining snake symbol accompanying it. You swallowed, Sebastian’s presence near the door lingering and a mixture in the air of nervousness and excitement traveling through his bones. You knew what was about to happen.

A crumpled paper lay in your hands, and a collection of bones lay at your feet. As soon as you begin reading, the screams of a woman echo throughout the chamber, ringing in your ears, and the paper between your thumb crunches.

“Ominis...” you begin with caution, breath catching while Sebastian stands next to you, briefly looking over your shoulder, skin touching yours. The brief heat leaving as soon as it came was more maddening than the screams, and your stomach churned. “There’s a skeleton. And this...” you extend the paper to Ominis, but he doesn’t take it. “It’s Noctua’s last journal entry. She mentions being trapped here--blocked by an unforgivable curse.

Ominis’ hands shake and squeeze more, pacing intensifying, “This is where she died. This is where we’ll die.” The frustration in his voice increases with each word, “I shouldn’t have listened to either of you.”

You glance down again at the word engraved in the stone, opting not to look at the tortured faces carved into the doorway, and Sebastian says something, but you’re too busy hoping that his voice will soothe your nerves, that his hand will suddenly crawl to yours through the empty space, that he will whisper in your ear, “you’re brave.”

You can almost hear those words, him talking about your brilliance, in your own mind. But before you can finish comforting yourself in the absence of his warmth, he ushers you over, closer to the door. “I know what we have to do, [Name].” His eyebrows raise, pondering the reaction you’re about to have. “Considering that Crucio is etched into the stone and there are tortured faces embellishing the doorway, my educated guess is that casting the Cruciatus curse will open the passageway.” You, of course, already knew this, but you bit your lip and looked at Ominis anyways.

“You know I can’t ask it of him,” you trailed off, sympathy and regret filling in your stomach. The Sebastian that lives in your head whispered from behind you--the warm feeling of breath on your neck, Sebastian’s fingertips lacing in your hair and tracing in your collarbone ever so gently, just enough to be a ghost but never real--that Sebastian whispered: “be brave for me.”

“If you cast Crucio, you will regret it forever,” Ominis warns from further down the hall.

Sebastian’s eyes darken and his mouth twitches, “If we don’t cast Crucio, we’ll die in here.” When he looks back at you, his gaze softens, eyebrows furrowing in that very Sebastian way. “It looks like it’s up to us. I think I know how to cast Crucio, and I can teach you if you want. You could cast it on me.”

Something in your gut twists, and although you ask to learn it, when you turn around for Sebastian to grab your wrist from behind, trace the wand movements for you, his real breath landing on your neck, you know that you could never hurt him. After you’ve practiced at the wall, he whispers, “You can cast it on me. I can take it.”

You trace the movements, and you look him in the eye, and Crucio falls from your lips, but nothing comes from it except for a few sparks. Ominis can feel what happened, senses that Sebastian stayed perfectly still, and he knows that you didn’t mean it.

Sebastian swallows hard, and he realizes what that means. “You can’t hurt me, can you?” There is a ghost of a smile on his face, and you frown and shake your head.

“I could never hurt you. I could never mean it, even if it meant dying in here.” He stands up straight, and you look him in the eyes, full of desperation and so much love that you’re surprised it didn’t come pouring out of you. “Cast it on me,” you say, and follow it with a small whisper, “You know that I would do anything for you.”

He steadies himself as you begin to kneel before him, and there is very little hesitation before his wand begins to glow red, sparkling in the dim light. “Crucio!”

You quickly clutch your stomach, falling the rest of the way to the ground, and there is such a searing pain in every crevice of your body that you need to rip every last piece of flesh on your body until it all goes away. Lightning zips through your veins, every cell on fire, and you begin to lose your ability to think. There are noises in the passageway, but all you can do is lay down and take the pain.

You think of Sebastian, his eyes sorrowful but full of intent as his wand pointed at you. You think of the feeling of his hand gripping your wrist, his chest against your back, his warmth in the dark, cold crypt. You think of the red sparks that lit up his face, how beautiful he looked in the light his wand made. Your muscles are on fire, eyes contorted shut as you unknowingly scratched at your robes, at your uniform underneath, fingers grappling your face, tugging on your hair. Your toes were constricted and every muscle was as tight as can be. Sebastian whispered to you again, telling you how beautiful and brave you were, how proud he was, and although your eyes were screwed shut, you knew that it was all fake. The screams in the corridor intensified, Sebastian only being able to stand there and watch, face barely contorted with guilt and regret and fear, and Ominis could only cover his ears and rock himself on his feet, begging for it to all be over.

The feeling in your body had been depleted, and so the curse, all in a matter of seconds, moved onto your mind, a new kind of torture. It conjured up these dreams, Sebastian bathed in the sunlight by the north side of the lake, picnic blankets and chocolate frogs, him over a cauldron with your arms wrapped around his waist, peeking from around his shoulder to watch. But every time, he left. And the curse, searching through every neuron, replayed the memory of a few seconds before, Sebastian’s eyes clouded by the dark magic he wielded, face lit in red, mouth wide open after the curse fell from his lips. There was no sound, only a whisper of a stranger, “he meant it, he meant it, he meant it.”

Sebastian’s stomach dropped, and he tried to keep his face straight, but he couldn’t think, your screams of horror and pain so loud that there was no more room for thought, but the noise of the door melting away pulled him from all of it. As it all fell away, your screams, the metal of the door, the tortured faces, Sebastian pushed away the thought of your pain. If he thought too much, the guilt would eat him alive. He thought of your whisper of a confession, how you knelt for him, how all that came out of your wand when he’d tried to do what you’d done for him was sparks. You could never hurt him, and now, he really and truly had proof.

All Sebastian could do now is look down at you, gasping for air, tears still falling. Your eyes opened, the same love and desperation present even after he cursed you, and Sebastian’s heart tugged, dragging him down to kneel before your body. His hand moved gently to your cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb and he half-expected you to flinch away. Instead, you melted into his touch. He frowned deeply, “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

Ominis took a few steps from the other side of the corridor, realizing the magnitude of this ordeal, and he could only listen to the light breaths you took, matching Sebastian’s. You began to sit up, pushing off from the ground until you were on your feet, and in your haunted mind, Sebastian was there again, leaving light kisses on your neck in apology, giving soft hugs, rubbing your arms, and as always, whispering that which got you through everything lately. “You’re so brave.”

Lightning passed through your skin again when Sebastian’s hand grazed yours as you stepped into the scriptorium, following behind him, steps fueled solely by devotion. “Thank you,” he leaned briefly over to whisper, “I shan’t forget this.”

When you got back to the dormitories, and to the room which all your previous roommates had moved out of due to your tendency to pace and murmur at all of the devious hours of the night, Sebastian followed you in, pulling out a sweater and draping it over your bed before turning away, giving you privacy.

You pulled yourself under the covers, looking up to the whispers of the water on your ceiling, and waited with bated breath for Sebastian to come over. He sat on the side of your bed, and he whispered into the dark, “I’m never going to forget today--what you did for me. I’ll never be able to return the favor.”

“Just hug me,” you said, sitting up from under the covers, and he twisted to grab you, squeezing you with all his might.

“I promise to find a way to cure Anne, in light of your sacrifice.” You nodded, and shifted back under the covers, hoping he would stay there to guard your body as you slept. The soreness from the curse, the anguish had still not left your mind. As far as you were concerned, it would haunt you forever, but you turned to Sebastian, and everything was better. He stood from your bed, weight shifting, and leaned over and gave you the lightest brush of the lips on your forehead.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he smiled, and after the door shut, you could hear his footsteps echo down the hallway, but all you could think was those words the stranger whispered to you, he meant it.

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catapparently · 18 days

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Help I wanna write but I don't wanna write but I want to write but I can't

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donot-lose-your-head · 1 month

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Hey guys! There are some brand new story releases on Myths and Legacy, celebrating the site's 3rd anniversary! You can check out the new stories here: https://mythsandlegacy.com/read/?id=mnl&v=1&lang=eng

First up is "Among the Ruins", an Adventures novel telling the story of the Toa Hordika and their search for Turaga Dume and the Kanohi Avohkii

Next, there's an expanded edition of Web of Shadows, incorporating scenes from the comics and a brand new scene featuring Turaga Dume!

Last but not least, an updated version of my first Bionicle fanfic, Call to Arms!

Hope you all enjoy the new stories!

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viivdle · 29 days

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A numbing coolness swept over them. His gaze was fixed on her face, meanwhile she did everything so she wouldn’t have to meet it. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she whispered. “No, you did,” he said seriously. Every trace of accusations, or jokes, or games – gone.

chapter 2 of my averyjameson fic you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes is out now!! originally it was going to be one long chapter, but i hope it's okay if i publish short ones (aiming for daily) so i can work on other stuff! i really hope you like it<33

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #a very risky gamble #averyjameson #jlb #jennifer lynn barnes #tig fanfic #averyjameson fanfic #ao3 #the court of shadows #<3

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underthenightskydreamsneverdie · 11 months

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Sharing is Caring, Chapter 4

Summary: A member of the HL gang discovers the trios secret

Warnings: None really, maybe some angst if you squint, a sprinkle of fluff

Pairing: Just MC and her best babe having some Girl Talk

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: Sorry this one is so short, loves, and lacking in spice. I promise the next one will be super duper spicy. (It involves a jealous Sebby 🥵 I honestly can't wait for y'all to read it)

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Hopping off your broom before your feet are even firmly on the ground, you collapse onto the Quidditch pitch, tears streaming down your face, your mouth open in silent laughter. Beside you, your best friend, Imelda Reyes is doubled over, clutching her sides, obnoxiously loud laughter spilling from her mouth, her hysteria catching the eyes of everyone around.

“Did you see his face? He was so shocked to be beaten by two school girls. Ahaha, oh Merlin, we’ve got to do that more often, MC.” She looks you over, sticking out her hand, helping you to your feet, your muddy hands slipping out of hers more than once in the process sending you crashing back down to the ground, mud splashing everywhere. “We’re a mess, babe, come on we can clean up in the Slytherin locker room.” You follow her, still not entirely in control of your laughter, tears making it hard to see.

Entering the locker room, you’re shocked by the opulence, suddenly wishing you had listened to Sebastian's constant nagging and taken the time to try out for the Quidditch season this year. Imelda rushes around the room, turning on the showers, muttering about the water taking forever to warm up, shoving soap and a soft green towel into your arms. Slipping off your mud, and possibly blood stained robe, you look in the full length mirror that sat in the corner. There were small cuts on your face, mud in your hair, and your shirt was slashed open from the collar to your navel. Sitting down, you took off your boots before standing and pulling the ruined shirt over your head, hearing a gasp as you dropped it onto the floor.

“MC, I didn’t realize you were so hurt. Wait…are those teeth marks?” Your eyes went as wide as hers, your mind racing to come up with a good excuse, but the words of protest about to leave your lips died on your tongue as she spoke first, her voice a shocked whisper.

“Poppy was right…MC is Sebastian hurting you? I swear, I'll jinx his ass into next week.” She turned to storm out of the room, ready to fight anyone who got in her way, in her anger forgetting the fact she was only half dressed. You rushed to her, your hand flying out to catch her arm before she could make it any further.

“It’s not what you think… Wait, what do you mean Poppy was right? Right about what?”

Imelda sighed, stepping closer to examine the love bites on your shoulders, sides, and back, her hand frozen over one, her curiosity killing her but too afraid to touch it. “She came to me a few months ago, concerned about some bruises she saw on you, keeps seeing on you actually, when you were changing for bed one night. She does see things as your roommate after all. I blew it off as her overreacting, thought it was from your constant running around getting into trouble, or Sebastian getting a little carried away. But, MC, this is a lot of marks, and I see why she was worried. What’s going on with you?”

You sighed, actually relieved to have finally been caught. You’ve been wanting to talk about it with her since day one, but you had promised Sebastian and Ominis you would keep it quiet, even from your best friend. “They aren’t all from Sebastian.”

“WHAT? Are you cheating on Sallow?” Her jaw dropped, her eyes clouding with a look of fear, and you guessed she was imagining what Sebastian would do upon finding you with another man. You held up your hands, urging her to calm down.

“No! Imelda, no, it’s not like that. It’s complicated though.” Sighing again you decided to hurry up and spit out the information, no gentle way of easing her into it coming to mind. “I’m sleeping with Ominis too. We’re sleeping with Ominis too. We’re all sleeping together. Sexually. We’re having sex with each other. The three of us. We’re HAVING AN ONGOING THREESOME OKAY?” With each sentence you grew more frustrated that the words weren’t coming out how you wanted, voice rising unintentionally. Imelda stood completely still, staring at you as if you had grown a second head. After a full minute of waiting for her to speak, you went back to stripping out of your dirty clothes and stepped into the shower, waiting for her to catch up, which she promptly did, firing questions at you.

“I knew it! When I saw the way you and Ominis kissed, I knew there was more going on! When did it start? How did it start? Whose idea was it? Isn't it awkward? Does Sebastain watch you and Ominis? This is kind of blowing my mind here, MC.”

Ignoring her while the hot water ran down your body, you watched the mud and blood mixture coming off you swirl around the drain, taking a few deep breaths, summoning your strength. This was going to be a long afternoon.

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When you entered the Great Hall for dinner that evening you immediately spotted Imelda sitting with Ominis and Sebastian, and slowly made your way over, Imelda waving but getting up, going to sit with Poppy and Natty at another table. “How are you tonight, boys?” Having no idea if Imelda had said anything you tried to appear as normal as possible, but you felt your cheeks turn red, the heat giving you away. Sebastian ran a hand over your thigh under the table, flashing you a soft smile.

“Oh, you know, we’re pretty good, just got threatened by Imelda, saying if we didn’t take care of you she would hunt us down and make us pay, but still good.” He gave you a knowing look, one eyebrow arched and a tiny smirk playing at his lips.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you raced to explain the situation. “I didn’t tell her straight out, she saw the marks you both left on me the other night, and I thought it best to tell the truth, you know how relentless she is. I made her swear not to tell a single soul! Are you mad?”

Ominis let out a small laugh, laying his arm on the empty expanse of table next to him, motioning for you to hold his hand. “No, Little Dove, we aren’t mad. We knew someone would find out eventually. Personally I’m relieved. It's been a difficult secret to keep, and I’m glad it was Imelda who discovered it. Her strong friendship with you leads me to trust she'll keep it to herself. Sebastian, anything to add?”

Sebastian pulled his hand off your thigh, leaning over you to place it atop yours and Ominis’, his voice soft. “Only that I wish the entire castle knew so I could kiss you both right now.”

#sebastian x mc x ominis #sebastian x ominis x mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sharing is caring #sebastian sallow fanfic #ominis gaunt fanfiction #shadow trio

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theodoradevlin · 1 year

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Accio Pants

SUMMARY: That's right. Exactly what it sounds like.

In which - Ominis's theory about Accio is finally used on clothes. Inspired by: this beautiful fanart here (preview in the fic for reference- but pls give love to this most delicious work by @yoshitsuno)

Ominis, Theo, and Sebastian find ways to pass the time during a rainy day. Including some Ominis Fluff. Naughty Banter with Sebastian. Theo being a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets like the Hufflepuff SHE IS.

Lots of banter, with hints of smut (that I may actually expand on later on when i'm feeling more determined), but in the mean time just got carried away with giving them a little banter moment :3 (ERM...esp since I'm working on more angsty one shots, and keep avoiding the hurt with more mindless goodness like the below but anywhooooo)

Enjoy!

It had been a rainy, uneventful, day at Hogwarts that spring afternoon.

Because of the storms happening outside, Theo, Ominis and Sebastian had found most of their usual activities had been cancelled.

The usual ones…quidditch, beasts class …as well as the other extracurricular types they had been dabbling in recently..i.e hunting down poachers, killing spiders, trolls..fighting goblins... In other words, most of the things that cured them from insufferable boredom.

So…they certainly had to find some other way to pass the time didn’t they?

Theo had already been bothering Ominis all day to do something, until he finally convinced her to join him in the library. As much as Theo wanted to attempt to be responsible and catch up on their assignments for Professor Binn’s class, she was finding it near impossible not to nod off.

They had hunkered down in the corner of the library just adjacent to the spiral staircase, and far away from the librarian - thank Merlin. Theo balanced her heavy head on her hands, casting annoyed looks in Ominis' direction.

“You know…I don’t have to see you to know you’re not actually doing your work, Theo.”

Ominis drawled as his hands continued to move along his own texts, not pausing even to scold her. “Get back to work.” He commanded.

So she grumbled, but tried again…for the next few minutes. Until eventually, she became bored again.

“Ominis..” She urged in a hush tone, with no reaction from him. She eyed the immediate vicinity for Scribner, and the old librarian was, luckily, still no where near their little corner.

“Ominis..” She hissed again. He had officially gotten into the zone, and was so focused on the way his fingers had trailed over the text that he, again, made no acknowledgment of her insistent pressing.

She rolled her eyes. She swore when Ominis got this focused on a subject, he might as well have been miles away. He had no sense of anything around him, especially his partner who was becoming increasingly unfocused.

She reached over suddenly, her attacking fingers assailing a ticklish grab at his sides to get his attention.

The blonde’s body jerked in shock, falling against her and letting his book fly right out of his hands.

“MERLIN'S BLOODY BALLS”

His alarmed scream erupted across the room as his text landed with an unceremonious thump.

Theo stifled a snort of laughter. She had forgotten that Ominis tended to startle easily, when in focus mode. But she hadn’t expect that to fly out of his mouth.

His shouts had echoed painfully through the library, with several students turning to look at them.

He huffed briefly in frozen terror, before sliding a devastating glare towards Theo’s direction.

“People are staring ….aren’t they?” He hissed, as the color rose to his cheek. Theo felt instant remorse at her teasing, her own face flushing in shame. He was more apt in picking up sensitivities, lacking the one sense he didn't have…but he didn’t need it to know what was going on.

“I do hope you have the decency to at least look ashamed, Devlin.” He hissed at her, knowing she was already feeling the need to make it up to him.

She picked up his book for him, placing it back in his hand and leaning her head on his shoulder in attempt to get back in his good graces.

“OH. I am so sorry Ominis…I promise I’m very, very ashamed. Picture the absolute definition of shame and that is my face right now…but at least your glorious exclamation saved us all from the threat of falling asleep from the boredom of these assignments…” She teased gently with a more loving tone, attempting to make amends.

The silver haired boy’s face allowed a small smile at her jest, despite himself. He always seemed to have a most annoying soft spot for her, and Sebastian…. And Anne.

When he was lost in thought, it was often about Anne. So, yes, he let himself get lost in his thoughts a lot, as if it was some pathetic attempt to get back at her.

And no…he hadn’t cared too much about Binn’s assignment, but Theo had shocked him out of a rather long train of thought he had been lost in about when he might see Anne next. He missed her so much. And even Binn’s assignment couldn’t distract him from that.

“It is is a rather tedious lesson isn’t it? The assignment?” He lamented finally.

“Yes it is…” Theo confirmed, wondering curiously where else his mind had went at that moment.

“…But apparently not tedious enough for you to not even hear me trying to get your attention…?”

Ominis poked her forehead with his finger, effectively throwing her off balance in retaliation.

He deflected, naturally.

“You can’t sit still for more than 10 minutes” He scolded. “I swear you’re worse than Sebastian. I’ve had to train myself to ignore you both out of necessity or else I would never get anything done.”

“Ouch.”

Despite the jests, they both chuckled at in comfortable, quiet laughter.

“Where is our dear old boy, by the way? Aren’t you the one that’s supposed to be keeping an eye on him this week, hm?.”

Ominis said playfully, knowing very well that the reason there had been so much less angst between the three of them lately had been because his two friends were, essentially, banging out that angst every moment they could.

Everything he knew, he knew against his will…but he had heard the tension in his friends voices, that were only to be replaced by senseless rambling after they had returned from a ‘session’ in the undercroft. He could tell in the way Theo lovingly called Sebastian a fool, or the way that Sebastian said her name... unnecessarily, and often, as if just to hear the sound of it.

While he could do without the mental images- he was at least happy to no longer be their referee.

Theo sat up suddenly.

“Merlin’s Beard - I am such an idiot. I was supposed to meet him in the Undercroft 30 minutes ago.”

Ominis made an exaggerated sigh.

“Back to the Undercroft again? What a surprise.” He exclaimed, dryly…really not shocked at all.

He sighed. “I’m sure in those 30 minutes he was alone, he probably has somehow found himself some other dark artifact to keep himself entertained, while also threatening all of our sanity in the imminent future.”

Theo laughed nervously as she hastily gathered her books.

“Wouldn’t put it past him actually now that you mention it…he has been particularly infatuated with something called Pandora’s Box lately…?” She said breezily, pressing a quick his to her dear friend’s forehead.

Ominis stuttered. “Devlin! What did you say? Are you …hey..get back here! You BETTER be joking…”

She just laughed as she called out.

“Don’t worry Ominis - like you said... my week to chaperone. I’ll send you an owl later to compare notes before Binn’s class?”

Ominis grumbled as his friend went. They were going to exhaust him before he even graduated.

Reluctantly, he returned back to his books, but despite his best efforts, distraction never came, and his mind kept going back to that one thought.

That he wished so badly that he could be the one rushing late to meet someone. And that that someone was Anne.

Instead, they were separated by hundreds of miles, and words left unsaid.

So…he did all he could do. He turned to the book again for more useless reprieve.

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Theo stumbled into the Undercroft to find a particularly annoyed Sebastian waiting for her.

“Forgotten about me already, have you?” He sulked dully, his arms crossed and full lips pouting. Theo sighed. He could be so dramatic.

“Sebastian - don’t be greedy. I was studying with Ominis and lost track of time.. I have things to do outside of being summoned here by you, you know.”

“Well. …” He said, with false affront, “Now I’m definitely starting to feel left out….”

He came up to her suddenly, grabbing and pulling her to him. His mouth lifting at the corner in a way that made her want to kiss it.

“You’re always welcome to join us...” She murmured as she settled in his embrace. He seemed to raise an eyebrow at that.

“As much as I love spending time as the three of us…sometimes I want you all to myself.” He leaned forward, giving her a sharp nip on her ear. “Can you blame me?”

She shivered, but pushed him off of her.

“You’re incorrigible. Barely here five minutes and you’re already trying to leave more snake bites on me..” She teased him as he crossed his arms proudly.

“It’s one of my favorite pass times, yes.” He confirmed smugly.

She drew out her wand then, and he eyed her curiously.

“I think it’s been making you slightly rusty on your other spell work, Sallow. You’re too…distracted…” She swished her wand, and the next thing he knew she had cast Leviosa and flipped him upside down.

Despite the disgruntled sound of protest, Sebastian still kept his arms crossed as he glared at her in her hold.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He mumbled, his hair askew and robes hanging down around him. She stifled another laugh.

“Can you blame me? I am the school dueling champion after all…and it seems like that’s a title I won’t have to defend from you anytime soon.” She leaned closer to him, helpless in the hold, giving him a nip on his lips. Despite hanging in midair, he released a small groan.

“Seems a rather confident claim, Devlin.” He growled, before drawing out his own wand, realizing himself from her cast.

On his immediate reunion with the ground, his wand whipped out at attempt at Expelso, but not before Theo could beat him to it.

“Accio!”

She shouted as he shifted just slightly at the most inopportune moment. Her spell cast missed his wand, hitting Sebastian’s robes instead.

Next thing she knew, he was shirtless, and she was holding his robes.

His face looked up to her in shock, and all she could manage was a very dignified giggle.

“Erm..”

She blushed suddenly, as she eyed his bared and muscled (and also gloriously freckled) abdomen. At the blush AND the giggle, he threw a dangerous look in her direction.

That was it….

“Now, Devlin. Nothing you haven’t seen before…” He chided her lightly, prowling closer to her.

“…Accio? On clothes? How original.” He continued towards her, knowing full well whose that idea might have been.

“Guess you and Ominis really have been spending time together…” He said as cornered Theo, who was still frozen with his clothes in her hand. He reached her suddenly, using her distraction to back her up against the wall, placing one of his arms above her as he peered down at her. “Remind me to thank him.” He muttered dryly as she let out a small squeak, eyeing the shifting of his muscles as he leaned towards her.

“…You can thank him for both of us.” She muttered as her eyes pointedly dragged down his abdomen.

His eyebrow raised quizzically again, as his chest continued to rise and fall underneath her gaze, and despite it all, her eyes on him gave him a jolt of electric intensity.

“Hm. Are you planning on giving those back to me, Devlin?” He asked, as smirk spreading across his lips.

Her blush turned even deeper at that gaze. She knew where that look usually led.

“You know…I don’t know if I will.” She mused, leaning back further from him, robes firmly clasped in her grasp. She smirked giddily, not totally upset at the fact that she could currently admire a shirtless Sebastian Sallow, like she had many times before. She knew his body was surprisingly fit - his arms and chest toned from all the dueling he had been doing….but she never got tired of looking at it. And…the smattering of freckles and fuzz that led south was very tempting to fixate on. She forced her eyes upwards to him again, those brown eyes glinting with amusement.

He seemed to know the effect he was having on her, with the way he let his trousers hang lower beneath his hips, where the indentations of his muscle directed her attention further to what was beneath them. He rocked his hips against hers, using them to pin her place.

“…Is that so?” He questioned.

“Mhm. You know in fact…I have been learning how to draw together constellations lately….perhaps I can practice on those freckles of yours…with my tongue.”

Sebastian froze, before his mind reloaded and he managed to huff a laugh.

“Merlin’s Beard. You Hufflepuffs do like to surprise don’t you? You’re mind is becoming dirtier than mine, Devlin. I’ll have to be on the look out for you.”

“What gave that away?” She teased.

He continued to press towards her, not expecting today’s lesson to be all about the ways Hufflepuffs were apparently horny deviants, but also always loving that she surprised him. And she was his horny deviant. So yes…he was enjoying this game immensely. And he wouldn’t be lying if his thoughts weren’t going down the same damn path hers were.

“Hm. So how do you intend to keep me from my robes, then, Devlin?” He said in warning.

“Hmmm.. maybe I’ll just try them on for myself. I’ve been told I look good in green…” She pushed him away suddenly as he froze.

In the next second, her own robes dropped to the floor. Sebastian took a step forward, involuntarily, and for a split second, he drank in the site of her delicate body, unable to remove his eyes from it.

Just as soon as he was loosing himself in it, he found himself even more intrigued by the picture of her slipping on his shirt and his robe. His tie and jacket were clearly too big for her...somehow it was a delicious site to see.

“You’re a devious little thing, you know that?”He smirked, a sly glint in his eye as he moved closer, leaning until he was inches from her lips.

“Entertain me, Devlin... What must I do to ever get my clothing back?’ He mused sarcastically.

She watched his muscles shift as he moved towards her, a rise now straining against his trousers - the only article of clothing he still had on. She swallowed.

“Well… I suppose you could try and take them off of me yourself..” She whispered in delight at his face sparked in interest.

His smiled widened as he took in the sight of her, his eyes taking their time wandering around her body. The idea of being the one to take them back off of her, well…it was definitely something. As much as he enjoyed them on her, he’d enjoy them much more on the floor.

He smirked right back at her as if accepting her challenge, slowly backing her further and further against the wall.

”Hm. That shouldn’t be a problem…” He murmured.

She was slowly starting to lose the upper hand at the sight of those eyes, looking at her as if she was a meal and he was starving.

“You’re quite something when you’re putting me right where you want me.” He murmured, as she allowed him to press her closer to the wall until they were a breath apart, and his hands had found hers again, slowly raising them above her head.

“Well…”She breathed, raising her eyebrow. “Now you have me cornered, Sallow. You better hope I don’t cast Accio again and confiscate what’s left of your clothes.” She teased, her eyes darting down to his trousers threateningly.

“That doesn’t sound like quite a bad plan to me.” He brought his lips to her ear and whispered. “Maybe I’ll just go ahead and take them off myself.” He rubbed his hardness against her thigh as if she didn’t know what was begging there for her already.

The brush of his lips against her ear sent her into overdrive, as she whipped her eyes back to his. She was definitely breathing harder.

“Mm..maybe I’ll take them off first.” She flicked her want back out, ready to cast the spell.

He raised a brow at her, and his grin widened to a cocky smile as he almost went to still her hand again with his own. But instead, he lifted both of his hands up in surrender.

He glanced back down at her wand.

“Go on, then.”

His encouragement had her pulse fluttering, but she didn’t hesitate.

In one decisive movement, his trousers and anything underneath them were now marvelously out of the way.

She looked down and appreciated the gracious, and demanding, sight.

“Hm. Mr. Sallow…you seem to be lacking in patience today.” She teased with an edge of wanting and curiosity in her voice, her mouth watering at exactly what waited so impatiently.

He had no shame. He enjoyed her eyes on him as he stood there proudly, taunting her.

“On the contrary, Devlin, you made me wait 30 whole minutes…then proceeded to torture me with your spell casts…so remind me how I haven’t been patient?” His voice replied roughly, his arms still raised as his eyes roaming all down her body. “I’m quite at your mercy.”

She huffed a small laugh.

“Mercy? Who said I had any of that? Incase you’ve forgotten…I’m still wearing all your robes. And you haven’t done much to try and get them back.” She teased him again, as she leaned forward to nip at his neck, as his arms still remained raised.

“Well..” He smirked, allowing his arms to slowly lower themselves and trail down her arms. He leaned into kiss her, but stopped barely a breadth away from her lips. “You know… I was thinking, why don’t we just forget about the spells for now, and see if there are some other, more fun, ways to get you out of your clothes?

She swore she had to fight back a small gasp at the way he teased her. Instead, she swallowed slowly and tried to remember how to breath. It was hard to do at his nearness. “I…like the way you think..” She said, her voice shaking. His robes were slightly…large on her…and the way she shifted, it suddenly slipped off her shoulders. She let it stay as she watched his lips.

“Oops..” She murmured.

He smirked and brushed his thumb over her exposed shoulder in a gentle motion.

“Oh, no. What a tragedy.” He huffed, sarcastically.

She watched the way his thumb brushed against her skin, leaving goosebumps. She arched into him at the words he whispered alongside her ear. She had been effectively been melting under his touch for quite some time now. His hands were flitting over her abdomen now, his searching touches telling her how much more he wanted.

“Such a tragedy…” She murmured. “ I think the only way to fix the situation would definitely be for you to kiss me. Now. And good.” She gasped, pleading.

He didn’t’t hesitate. He grabbed her waist, and pulled her against him. His kisses were hungry. As he held her, he brought one of his hands up to cusp her cheek, as if to tell her that he would always give into her, in any moment of weakness or strength.

His other hand suddenly drifted down, and in the next instant his deft hands had pulled the robe off of her completely, revealing her bare figure to him. She gasped, and he gave her another devious grin, triumphant.

“Oh…look at that. I win…. Looks like you lost your title of dueling champion at last” He deviously breathed into her lips as she huffed a laugh.

“Damn you, Sallow.” She dragged him down to the floor then, despite his sounds of protest, showing him exactly what his prize would be.

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Later on, while still laying on the robes they had fought over earlier, they jumped at the sound of footsteps entering the Undercroft - followed by a quite disgruntled exclamation from none other than the third part of their trio:

“MERLINS Beard. Why does it smell of sex every time I come in here now? You’re both savages…”

Theo begrudgingly noted she now had two things to make up to Ominis for…but at least her boredom was effectively cured for the day.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #semi smut #ominis gaunt #shadow trio #rainy day banter #drabbles #sebastian sallow fic #hogwarts legacy oc #theo devlin #finally accio used on clothes #been waiting for this one #poor ominis

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wild-flower1 · 6 months

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The Uncharted Tomb

All chapter of my upcoming fanfic will be written on pc. This is an upcoming fanfic inspired by uncharted and tomb raider. there will be mentions of characters from both games. this fanfic will have seven different endings. a good ending, bad ending and five different character endings.

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Maybe it wasn't a good idea leaving your hometown and taking the first job offered to you. You don't know how you got trapped with your enemies Nathan and Sam, but your condition was getting to a critical point. you needed a way out of the cave now. your body ached, as you shivered in your wet clothes. you've never regretted your actions as much as you do right now, your sister was right you weren't ready for this type of work. Being an archeologist isn't easy, the many stories Lara has shared with you proved that, but you didn't think it would lead to this. feeling Alone, cold and vulnerable. your movement slowed as you walked, you lean on the side of the cave. you slide down slowly. you wanted to say something, but nothing left your mouth. Hugging your knees your vision became blurry, your eyes closed, and darkness surrounded you.

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Chapter one: The Orphanage

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Four Seasons of Anne Sallow- Chapter 1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50048131/chapters/126373405

Characters: Anne Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow

Relationship: Anne Sallow / Ominis Gaunt

Warnings: One sided attraction

Summary: Ominis is blind on more than one way.

Chapter One: Autumn 1890

‘Oh Ominis. Sebastian sent word by owl, told me everything. I came as soon as I could.’

Ominis does his best to hold back the unimpressed huff that threatens.

He’s really far too happy that Anne’s here, in Hogwarts of all places, as if her absence since last year was just a bad dream, to take much offence at his best friend sharing the more private parts of his life he wished would remain so. Far too happy to lecture her about journeying from Feldcroft on her own, in spite of her steadily declining health.

‘Does it still hurt?’ She asks, tentatively, her fingers brushing his cheek. He’d forgotten about it, in all truth, until that moment. Her light fingers spark sleeping nerves back to life, and he’s suddenly aware of the bruised skin in a flush of heat that spreads further than his father hand did.

‘I’m fine,’ He says automatically, taking a minute step back, hoping it’s re-assuring, she has absolutely no business worrying about him, in her condition. He hears her chuckle, but there’s no mirth to it.

‘Sebastian said you’d say that.’

‘Sebastian likes to think everyone else’s business is his business.’ He really can’t help the indignant huff that escapes him that time.

She sighs. There’s a few seconds of silence, disturbed only by the background castle chatter and the far-off notes of Bocherrini’s Minuet filtering through.

‘He was worried, that’s all.’

Ominis sniffs. Resists the urge to argue it wasn’t worry that led Sebastian to ignoring his request and sneaking after him to spy in the first place. She sighs again. A heavy weary thing.

‘I’m going to hug you now.’

Anne doesn’t give him a chance to rebuff, her arms looping round him, clasping together gently at the small of his back. He knows he’s too tense. She hums against him, the sound rumbling.

‘For your information, it’s uncomfortably weird hugging someone who’s just standing there like they’ve been petrificus totalus-ed.’ She leans back slightly. ‘Here.’

She re-positions them, her arms under his, snaking up his back, palms pressing into the point where his shoulder blades meet, it brings their bodies closer, her forehead ever so gently resting on his shoulder. He lets his arms rise, hovering, unsure what to do with them. He settles for patting her back, hopes it conveys the right amount of affection for the current predicament.

She’s always been overly tactile, even from the first day they met. He thinks back, the way she’d always touched his shoulder in greeting, as if to say ‘I’m here’. He’d never quite had the heart to tell her she doesn’t need to. He thinks of the way she liked to fully link their arms, between classes, half dragging him along. The way the side of her hand pressed against his cheek as she leant in during a History of Magic class to whisper a quiet, private joke, minty breath tickling his ear. It’s not, comme il faut, but that must just be the way she is with everyone, he supposes, not having the power of observation on his side. He’s missed her, their easy friendship.

She laughs, sounding almost like her normal self, and it positively vibrates through him. Something long forgotten uncoils in the pit of his stomach, he holds his breath.

The moment passes.

She lets go, her hands slipping away as she takes a step back.

He feels lost as she does so, like his wand snuffed out momentarily, cast into an abyss.

‘C’mon, let’s go find Sebastian.’ She says, sounding resigned, not looping her arm around his.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #anne sallow x ominis gaunt #shadow anthology #kinda rarepair #see ao3 link for added song lyrics at the beginning of the chapters #I shout into the void #anyone there?

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nixter97 · 11 months

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Written a fanfic series for Hogwarts Legacy. So far, two parts are up, and the third (and final) installment will be out later this year. Been a lot of fun writing these, and I am so excited for what is to come in Part 3~!

💚🦅🐍💙 — 💚💀💙 — 💚🕰️💙

Felix Fletcher is a normal boy who lived in Victorian London, until it was discovered he had magic at the age of fifteen. During his time at Hogwarts, Felix met fellow classmate Sebastian Sallow, and immediately fancied him. After the unfortunate events of their fifth-year, the two boys had an estranged relationship. Skip forward to their seventh-year, and things take a dark turn, leading to them rekindling their friendship. Both Felix and Sebastian have demons from their past, but together, they strive to overcome them.

NOTE: The third and final part of the series is finally here! 💚🕰️💙

#nixter97 #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #sebastian sallow #felix fletcher #sebastian sallow x felix fletcher #sebasrian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x male mc #harry potter #Spotify #in the shadows #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #in the shadows felix fletcher #in the shadows fanfic #ao3fic #read on ao3 #ao3

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just-another-star-47 · 1 month

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Guys, guys, it's finally done!

I managed to rewrite the first chapter of my fic. 🥳

Now I only have to proof read and pray that my brain doesn't think it's absolute trash and feels the need to redo everything. 😅

But if this isn't going to happen, I'll publish it next week. 😊

#hogwarts legacy #when shadows turn to darkness fic #writer problems #fanfic writer #please give me the strength to pull through and the courage to share

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ham-le-tii · 1 month

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Is that creator dead or did they just quit?

That's kinda the question I've been asking myself for a few weeks now. Sometimes, I check AO3 creators with stories I really liked, and check which year they last interacted with the site.

And if it's between 2020 to 2022, sometimes I look at that and wonder: "Did they suddenly quit or did they die and we have no way of knowing?"

And because most of the time, those people have a ton of fics to their name and just suddenly disappear.

Like, for example, I've read this sonadow fic from Tirainy on Ao3, What it could be like, and they have like 54 works. Their last update was in September of 2020, right into Covid. Their last bookmark was also in September of 2020. It really got me wondering if they just completely and suddenly left the community of fanfictions. Their last answer to any comment also seemed to be in 2020. They posted from 2016 to 2020 and completely disappeared afterwards. It's possible they just moved on with their life, but I'm paranoid, need more sleep and am procrastinating a project for college, so this is what I'm thinking about at 1 AM.

And Tiranay isn't the only one.

Another creator from Ao3 who just completely disappeared which I also really enjoyed the works would be RuneLore, whom, from what I've seen, have been making mostly podfics. I just really love her voice and the podfics she reads. On a really extreme case, from september 2020 to August 2022 (when she last updated), RuneLore has made 103 works on Ao3 and bookmarked 302 stories. Then nothing else since then. Ah wait no, on her last fic published in 2022, RuneLore has answered a comment in 2023, so never mind I guess. I suppose it's more than possible that, after 103 goddamn works(that's so much omg) she decided to take a break or just completely stop. I'll still recommend you her reading of Viridian: the Green Guide from Clouds (myheadinthecoudsnotcomingdown).

I've listened to it many times while doing animation projects for school.

But still, we've got here two case that one is in the category of "might be dead, who knows" and the other in the "probably just stopped, they've already done a lot".

In any case, the fact that there are probably creators on Ao3 who are dead right now and we'll just keep reading their fics, none the wiser, has been in the forefront of my thoughts as soon as I read a fic that hasn't been updated in a long time.

If anyone feels like it, tell me what you think about that. I've been meaning to get into that conversation with someone.

Toodles.

#1 am thoughts #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 works #fanfic #fanfiction #thoughts about death #death #fanfictions are a strange legacy we're leaving behind #someone might still read your fic in 20 years #food for thought #fic rec #mha #sonic x shadow #sonic #lol i mentioned those so i'm putting them in the tags #you can't stop me

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pluralsword · 8 months

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(one must be gentle) they can hold hands. Love Flamewar and Shadow Striker together so much. The smaller side of Flamewar's hand, where the thumb is, is what we squeezed through Shadow Striker's hand slowly, be careful

Also spinning wheels image that is either just non-sexual sensuality pg13 or somewhat lewd (imo also in pg13 territory) depending on context. Going by Lost Light where Roller is spinning Nickel's wheel feet in public and commenting that she has very nice wheels while Nickel smiles about it and enjoys it, it isn't necessarily horny enough or intimate enough to avoid doing in public. But on a basis of Devils Due (humor, decidedly, but still) it might be given that in G.I. Joe vs. The Transformers III Arcee flirts with Bumblebee by saying 'forget kissing you if you win our race to the spacebridge, I'll rotate your tires instead,' which while decidedly different than spinning someone's wheels since rotating tires means switching tire positions on a vehicle/bot (which is actually important for maintenance and upkeep which raises more questions), Bumblebee then yelling 'Wahoo!' and racing ahead makes us wonder how he'd feel about wheels getting touched in general.

For the sake of our own writing we share on this account and this image, we write sensory touch of different parts of the body of a transformer in this manner whether wings or wheels or back stacks or doors or tails or what have you as something partnering bots do for aesthetic/gender affirmation and euphoria which does confer a sort of pleasure of 'making real' (if you want to be academic, reification) in particular in part because it helps them connect with their alt mode and the shape they enjoy, rather than er, a sexual drive, though it certainly can be sensual. We suppose that touching one's corresponding arm or thigh parts while they are in alt mode would be similar, though we haven't written that yet. It's not just a multimodal thing though, its also just, sharing one's shapes with each other and making love in that regard. Which is a very trusting intimate thing to do with someone whether or not sex is involved, as many asexual people could tell you. If you want examples of our writing in this sense, you can check out:

-some chromeblade smooching and wing and wheel touching in Chapter 7 of Rekindling Flight, before we figured out how to write the euphoria aspect of this in a lovemaking manner. We might go back and add to this.

-Chapter 3 and Chapter 15 of Addendum (an IDW1 Arcee novel fanfic) with Arcee/Codexa and Anode/Lug respectively, amusingly Chapter 3 is before Arcee's surgery and Chapter 15 is before Anode's while she and Lug are still trying to figure out their genders, so they both have a sense of trying to give and/or receiving euphoria to help with dysphoria by reifying parts of the body the two wanted to change

-Trusting Transformations is an Arcee x reader fic that also touches on this (the reader's character is a gender/aesthetically expansive transformer)

We want to talk about casual or reassuring contextually non-sensual public touch of alt mode kibble is commonplace among friends or from aesthetic/gender kinship but don't have the spoons to get into that and real world human bodied parallels rn. And yes that, and intimate affirmation touch are all things we have experienced and that we are deeply glad for

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catapparently · 18 days

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Please drop fanfic requests (with a plot too not just the fandom) , no smut pls 🙏

Fandoms: whole grishaverse, the inheritance games, the naturals, once upon a broken heart Caraval, the folk of the air, the empyrean (fourth wing), genshin, love and Deepspace, tears of themis, HSR...

If there's any I didn't name but you still have a request of, please still request it, maybe I just forgot to add it 🤍

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ignyxdaughter · 2 years

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𝐗𝐈 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒

(𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 /𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐱 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧)

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summary: While Katherine finds out what the grisha want with the Sun Summoner, Kirigan thinks about witches. The two of them have a talk.

word count: 2818

warnings: mentions of witch/grisha hunt (?)

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The sun was starting to rise when Katherine looked at the window. She blinks a few times in an attempt to get the somnolence out of her body. As expected by Cheshire, her curiosity over the book won the desire to sleep and she spent the whole night reading.

However what he didn't expect was that the witch would make her own notes at the end of the book. The Darkling would hate to see his book full of Norse runes, something he probably can't understand, but it was obvious that Katherine wouldn't write her thoughts in english or latin. Every important note of hers are in Norse runes: an idiom that a lot of people don't know. That way, it doesn't matter if someone sees them because it's improbable that the person will be able to read them.

"What do you know about amplifiers, Cheshire?" Katherine suddenly asks the shadow.

They amplify Grishas' powers.

She looks at him with a reprimanding face. "I'm serious, Cheshire."

They're made of organic remains, animals or humans. A third voice appears in their conversation, and Katherine doesn't need to look behind her to know it's Umbra, her quietest and sweetest shadow.

"Humans?"

There are some Grishas that are living amplifiers and increase your power just by their touch. The Darkling is one! That's why he can tell what power you have.

"So I can be more powerful by his side?"

No. If you stay at his side too much, it won't have any effect. There will be a moment that your body will get used to his power magnifying. For an amplifier to work properly, you have to kill it first.

The witch faces the shadow with widened eyes. That wasn't what she was expecting. "I have to kill an animal or person to have an amplifier?"

Umbra nods. And then pick something of them, like a nail or tooth. Then you go to a Materialki Grisha to merge it on your skin.

Katherine looks at the book's opened page, one with an image of the Morozova stag, the sea whip and the firebird. Her mind and heart are racing so fast that it feels like she'll faint at any time. "Umbra, can a Grisha have more than one amplifier?"

There's a moment of silence before the shadow answers. I haven't heard of any.

"But do you think there can be exceptions? Like a powerful Grisha. Do you think they can handle the strength of more than one amplifier?"

I think it's possible, yet dangerous. The shadow appears right in front of Katherine to face her. It can simulate magic, something a Grisha's body isn't made of.

"Umbra—", the witch gazes at the image in the book again. "I think I know what they are training the Sun Summoner for."

Katherine really expects her thoughts to be wrong. If it's true that the Grishas want Alina to have those 3 amplifiers — the most powerful of all —, they want her to simulate magic.

This is wrong on so many levels. Nature's balance will be destroyed on the minute Alina has them merged on her skin, which will lead to powerful consequences. After all, nature does everything to get the world's balance back.

Magic is only meant for the Supernatural, and if those 3 strong amplifiers let Alina simulate magic, it'll be the end, because she'll be practicing something that doesn't belong to Grishas. Magical balance will break, and nature won't hesitate to bring that back in a short period of time. The consequences of restoring magical balance are so strong that it can lead to hundreds or thousands of deaths. The Shadow Fold will be a joke compared to that.

Although not every witch follows that rule, they all know that magic has limits. It's a fact that cannot be discussed. However, Grishas don't know magic like witches do. There's a chance that they will destroy not only Ravka but entire countries if Alina gets these amplifiers.

Katherine can't let that happen. She won't let the magical balance break because of that lightscum.

"Gather information about The Darkling's plan for the Sun Summoner." The witch orders her shadows before leaving her chambers, feeling them leave to fulfill her wish while she goes to the library in search for more books.

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Kirigan massages his temple for the hundredth time to reduce a headache. He had work to do yesterday's night, reports about the stag's hunt and matters to solve on the Second Army, but instead of focusing on these duties, he spent the whole night reading the weird books on his desk.

It felt like bedtime stories for children, which would be foolish if the old Ravkan tales weren't true. After all, when he was a young boy, he used to seek after lands known for strange happenings to find a place to stay for a few days. Him and his mother always found villages of Grishas that created scary stories to drive the otkazat'sya away.

It would be sheer witlessness if he ignored those books, especially when they talk about magic. From what he understood, it's like merzost, but you can only acquire it if you are born with it. Magic is inside the person from birth to death, and it can't be taught to anyone who doesn't have it. On the other hand, anyone who wants to learn merzost can do it. An example of that is himself. Oh, Kirigan can still remember when he was studying hard the practice of merzost and the first time he managed to test his knowledge.

It was wonderful and worth it, yet it didn't go as well as he wanted — the volcras are the proof of that. Ravka and Grishas are safer with the Shadow Fold that drives the enemies away. Of course, there are some people that die from the crossing, but it's a smaller amount compared to the witch hunts that took place before the Unsea creation.

Witch hunts. That's how some drüskelle call their horrendous quests, since, according to some sources, witches are more powerful than Grishas. Therefore, they're a meaner race that must be eliminated.

Although The Darkling's never seen a witch, he believes that they're real. He's heard about the Spanish Inquisition and the witch trials in Salem and small towns, which must've made these people good at hiding. After all, it's hard to live a good life when everyone tries to kill you. Kirigan knows that from experience.

The General glances at the clock near the armchairs, seeing it will be soon 5 in the morning. He then picks up the books on his desk to put them back at the library and search for another. The bookshelves may be full of information about magic.

Maybe that topic is on witch books.

When he was young, he heard stories that said witches, besides knowing a lot about magic, were the ones that could control it very well. Therefore, he can learn about these people and even find one of them to help him on the Fold. If magic really is a more powerful variation of merzost, then who could be better to analyze the Unsea than witches?

With that thought in mind, The Darkling heads to the library, his graceful steps the only sound in the Little Palace's hallways. However, all of that was erased from his head when he arrived at the place and saw a slim figure at the Latin bookshelves.

Ms. Anya is carefully reading the titles in front of her with a slight frown on her forehead. She quietly murmurs the words to herself, her attention was such that he could spend the whole day watching her. But sadly that didn't last. The woman, without success in her search, turns around and gasps when he enters her field of view.

There's a moment of silence between them. Katherine analyzes every inch of Kirigan while he does the same with her. There's tension in the air, unsaid questions full of unsaid answers as well.

Suddenly, the witch breaks that stressful moment by politely asking: "Why are you here?"

The General makes an effort to not look surprised. "I beg your pardon?"

Her light green eyes go to the books in his hands. "Why do you have my books?"

Her boo— So she's the one who's playing with him as if he didn't deserve any respect!

"All of these books are from the palace, Ms. Anya, and I would very much discuss this with you if I wasn't intrigued by something else." He slowly approaches her, slightly admiring her courage of remaining a stern face and not backing off. "Why are you here?"

"I was searching for my books, which seem to be with you."

"Shouldn't you be organizing the palace?"

"I'm in charge of the Sun Summoner along with Genya, moi soverenyi, and we wake her up at 6 o'clock. I thought you were aware of that, since you know everything that happens in Os Alta— My apologies, in Ravka."

Kirigan clenches his jaw in rage. This woman, a mere otkazat'sya that work for him, had the audacity to mock and insult him right on his face!

Ms. Anya De Montreal knows that Genya is a spy and is betraying Alina, he remembers Kage's words about the handmaiden. The same woman that daily admires the hanging tree and lied to him about not knowing its meaning, who doesn't like Alina, who invaded his chambers and read his notebook.

Everything makes sense now for him.

"You're a spy." His voice's stone cold when the words leave his mouth. "A thief, at least."

Her beautiful light green eyes go wide at the accusation. "Me? You are the one with my books!"

Kirigan analyzes every detail on her, his gaze stopping at the book in her hands. An old red worn cover with a gold title and light brown pages that he'd recognize everywhere. The General feels his blood boiling in his veins. How did she take that from him?!

"That one is mine." He quickly removes the book from her hands, well aware of her eyes narrowing in anger. "How did you get it?"

"It was in my room", she answers.

He scoffs. "That seems quite impossible, Ms. Anya."

"Nothing is impossible in this world, moi soverenyi."

He nods, clearly impatient at her games. "But that is. Which is why you're going to accompany me to—"

"You're going to throw me in the dungeons, then? Treat me like a criminal or traitor of the Grishas?"

His stern face confirmed her accusations, which just angered her more. "I am no harm to you or your empire." At least not if you don't try to amplify that lightscum's power. "I'm not Fjerdan or Shu Han, I don't smuggle Grishas out of your palace nor admire the hunts and experiences of them. Actually, for me, all the barbarians that do that can rot and burn in hell."

To say that The Darkling was surprised by her speech would be an euphemism. He was shocked at her arguments and courage to say it all without a hint of nervousness or fear. It was as if she wasn't even arguing with the most powerful Grisha of all.

It takes a moment for him to recompose himself before saying firmly: "You may tell me more about your aversion to hunters in my office then."

"No."

He raises an eyebrow at the woman's stubbornness. "No?"

She looks deeply at his dark brown eyes. "No."

There's a minute of silence between them, the same one that exhaled tension in the room before. Katherine examines every detail on Kirigan's face in an attempt to predict what he'll do to her. Unfortunately, it all showed a bad destiny that would soon happen if she didn't escape.

So that only left the witch with two options: be imprisoned and ruin the mission or run away and be able to help Agatha while hiding from the soldiers.

Obviously, Katherine chose the second option.

She turns around and runs without glancing back at the man following her. She holds her white skirt to help her run better and avoid a tumble while dodging tables and trying to outwit The Darkling by entering the labyrinth of bookshelves that make up the library. However, she's not having any luck, since he's smart and predicts her paths.

Katherine soon realizes that she'd have to fight him and probably be caught if she doesn't use her powers. There was no way to run from him when he clearly was physically faster and stronger. After all, although she went on missions and fought on battlefields, she wasn't trained in an army like him.

With a pounding heart, the woman sees a shadow behind a bookshelf, following its form against the sunlight. She extends an arm to call the darkness, ready to jump in and escape from the Grishas' leader. Of course, running away would mean that she'll never set foot on the palace again and fuck up with her family's plan, but it was better than being captured.

As expected, the darkness caught her before her body collide with the stone wall. Katherine can feel the shadows welcoming her, their cool touch embracing every part of her body to melt her into the shadow of the bookcase and make her invisible to anyone. The witch's heart melts at the well known feeling. Since she was a child, shadow under covering is one of her favorite parts of her power. It was the first ability she learnt, the one that protected her from a lot of her parents beatings and hostile fights on the cold London streets.

Hidden in the shadows, Katherine sees The Darkling entering the hallway she went in. His eyebrows make a frown when he concludes she's not there — at least in his sight. He even spins on his place and attentively observes the shelves in search of her.

Although she'd like to watch him more, Katherine leaves. Who knows if Kirigan could manipulate the shadows and convince them to dissolve her hiding place. Even if that was a paranoia of hers, she wouldn't take that risk. She has to help Agatha, and not cause trouble that would only make everything worse!

Praecantrix, Os Alta. She telepathically tells the shadows that quickly obey her.

In an instant she's at a dark corner of the tavern where all Supernaturals go to, all the warm air of the Little Palace changed into a light breeze due to the constantly opening and closing of the doors as clients enter and leave Praecantrix. The witch attentively inspects the tables in search of her cousins, though they're discussing spells at the bar counter. It takes a minute for her to locate them and sit on a tall stool next to Nick.

Agatha's twin frowns at her, suspecting Katherine's quieter than usual behavior. "You were supposed to come here at night."

She sighs in deception with herself. "I know."

"So what're you doing here?"

Unexpectedly, she curls up in her seat, the shame of failing her cousin gnawing at her heart. "I fucked up."

Levi stands up to sit next to the woman, suddenly alert of the bad news that is coming. Katherine's not a sweary person, after all, she was raised by Elijah Mikaelson, who taught her to say bad things in a more... refined way. As time went by, she'd taken that habit of him, only cursing when she really was furious or sad.

"I lost my disguise. I can't risk coming back to the palace."

There's a brief pause that the Shadow Singer is not used to. Usually they would say something to her in the same second, be it a curse or a piece of advice, but they would never be silent. She looks at the two men who, surprisingly, are facing each other. Levi has a smirk plastered on his face while Nick is clenching his jaw to not choke his cousin.

"I won." Levi mockingly raises his eyebrows and extends his hand to the other man.

Nick growls in annoyance as he gives his cousin some golden coins. "Your shit was supposed to happen next week, Kat, not on that one!"

She opens her mouth in shock, full disapproving ruling in her head. "You gambled on my failure? How dare you do that?!"

"Hey, we thought of gaining some money with that prejudice of yours!" Levi proudly shows her a coin. "It's the least you could do to us after hurting the Sun Summoner and letting the Darkling's guard on our heels."

"First of all, I have a misunderstanding with lightscums. If it was a prejudice, I wouldn't tolerate Soliel."

He rolls his hazel eyes. "You two tolerate each other. That doesn't count."

Katherine takes a deep breath to not slap him, though he is telling the truth. Soliel is indeed the only Light Singer Katherine likes, while Katherine is the only Shadow Singer Soliel likes. "Second of all, I didn't hurt the Sun Summoner."

"Then what have you done?" Nick asks.

"I had an argument, nearly got into a fight."

"With who?"

She makes a moment of silent to herself before answering. "The Darkling himself."

"Oh, fuck." Levi and Nick curse in unison, well aware of the hiding they're going to put Katherine through in order to not expose their true identities.

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A/N: English is not my first language. I’m gonna mix the books and the tv show to make the story line clearer (I read soc, the grisha trilogy and its tales). I don’t own Shadow and Bone and TO/Legacies characters; they’re, respectively, Leigh Bardugo, L. J. Smith and Julie Plec. Also, this is how I think the Darkling is,and some of the events will be changed due to the story's course!

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