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cvlutos · 1 year

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hey there! I just commented on one of your posts and as I was reading it, I had an idea and was wondering if I could brainstorm w you cause I wanna fan girl w someone

Imagine if Reader always tries to escape the Neighborhood. Every time they get past the Neighborhood, they only ever manage reach the edge of the woods. And then everything goes white.

And they wake up as a different person in the show. A newly introduced character and every time, they have to fight to escape again.

When R first wakes up in the neighborhood, they retain all their memories of their past life for only a minute and then they disappear completely.

pls lemme know if you have any thoughts on this!!

No cause this would be so interesting! Was supposed to write a drabble and instead wrote a whole thing. Oops

HIS GAME!!

✦ | Apr.08th.2023 | —K |

✦ | Wally Darling | Gn!Reader

✦ | Synopsis: How many times must we do this, neighbor? |

"Stop it!"

Your voice is hoarse, panicked, angry, frightened. Once pristine black shiny shoes covered in dirt and mud, your clothing rip and torn, as your nails claw and push against the tall, almost fake pine trees. Desperate to get away, needing to get out.

Trees bend and sway, shivering and jumping as the ground begins to change, turning soft and grabbing the soles of your shoes, the edge of your clothing, pulling you—yanking you—tugging you into the ground that swallowed you. You scream, cry out in utter pain, hands clawing at the gooey surface, your body frantically fighting. Ink-like hands grab at your face, pulling your cheeks and dragging you downward, muffling your screams, digging into your eyes. Your vision blurs into pure white.

'How many times must we do this, neighbor?'

You awake with a jolt, you don't have time, tumbling out of your bed with shaky steps, nearly throwing aside your large night stand as you fumbled for a heavy sharp piece of wood, drawing a shaky tally into the wall, your breathing is erratic as the door to your home opens and footsteps near closer to your bedroom.

You don't have time.

Your vision is spotty, salvia slipping past your lips desperate, exhaustion filling your bones as you slump to the floor. A soft sigh drawing your attention as he stands in your doorway, you can make out the smallest smile and wave, before sleep overtakes you.

'WELCOME HOME'

The note is written with a red crayon, spelled out with a multiple different signatures. Julie, Barnaby, Frank, Poppy, Sally, Eddie, Howdy, & Wally. You can't help but smile at the kind letter, each of your new neighbors taking time to greet you, even though they've never met you. You dust off your colorful clothing, tightening the straps of your red shoes, and fixing your hair as you make your way towards the front door, taking time to inspect your familiar forever home, everything was perfect.

Perfect, Perfect, Perfect.

With familiar perfect colored walls and perfect sized windows. Yet before you can do much more, someone knocks. Once, then twice, before a final three times. Each knock following a musical pattern, that makes you bound happily on each step as you open the door. The sun is bright and shining, the birds always singing as you come face to face with someone you immediately know.

"Hi Neighbor!"

"Wally Darling!" You call his name, like you would an old friend, since that's what he is! Your best friend, your closest friend in the whole wide world. He matches your happiness, tipping his head to you as he elegantly bows, "the one and only."

You smile widens at his antics, watching him stand again and straighten out his blue cardigan, fixing the yellow buttons to all line orderly. "Welcome Home, Neighbor! Now, let us not dilly dally, the others are excited to finally meet you!" He gives you no other second, taking your arm in his as he ushers you out of the house. He walks you down the familiar roads, pointing out all of your neighbor houses, and all the interesting things to do throughout the day.

Things you're familiar with, things you've done before.

"Wally! And Neighbor!" Before you can react, a big ball of blue takes over your vision, lifting out off your feet and hugging you, voices all shouting in chorus, one you've heard before.

"Welcome go the Neighborhood!!"

Time and Time again.

There's a certain unease that follows. Another tally. That lingers behind you like a shadow after every step you take in your ruby red shoes. Another tally. A feeling that tells you over and over and over and over, that something isn't right. Another tally. He isn't right.

You aren't right.

These blue shiny shoes aren't yours. Another tally.

These glittery hair pens don't belong to you. Another tally.

These eyes. This hair. These clothes. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you.

'How many more times must we do this, neighbor?'

It was a mere accident, ripping up the wall paper behind your night stand, revealing the large wall filled tally marks. Each line ffranti, hazardously marked as if whoever wrote them was doing so quickly, with escape written in messy letters.

This is how it always begins. Every time you find this wall, every time you see the tally marks, a tally mark you once drew, you remember. You're trapped and must escape.

"No matter how many times we do this, you always remember... I don't understand why you want to leave, Neighbor."

Wally stands in your bedroom doorway, shoulders slack, as he lets out a sigh, his smile returning. "But it's okay Neighbor! You must really love this game. And I'll keep playing until your absolutely satisfied!"

He steps to the side, waving out his arm to you, motioning towards the open door, to the open exit.

And you run.

Another tally.

#t.manor.horror.stories #yandere welcome home x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling #wally darling welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home x reader

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anitabighug · 1 year

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�� A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [ ♡ ♡ ♡ ] Chapter Twelve; Real Sleep

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● The rest of the day goes by rather quickly. Wally follows you around like a puppy dog, joined at the hip while you have your lunch, and while you sunbathe, while you fill your test tubes with lake water and plants… You liked him, of course, but even the patience afforded by this had its limits. That was why, when you heard your name being called, you hurry into the water after it, leaving a devastated Wally on the shore. You’d make it up to him at some point, you vowed. You make it to the group a little deeper into the lake. The commotion was from Howdy, surprisingly. He gives you an uncharacteristic smirk, and points two of his thumbs behind him, where Julie is balanced on Barnaby’s shoulders. You grin, and give a vigorous nod, and are whisked up onto the caterpillar’s shoulders. Before anyone could object, the chicken fight was underway. Barnaby is smack talking, telling Howdy how he’s gonna need the extra arms to beat them. Julie is surprisingly strong, and you are unsurprisingly not, and you’re quickly dispatched. Once you resurface, you raise a hand to the sky, “REMATCH.” ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● It was only when the sun started to set that the group started to quiet down. Back on the shore, Eddie and Frank were debating the best way to feed a campfire, spurred on by the roaring fire roasting away between them. Wally had finally dried off, and somehow had found the time and hairspray to re-style his perfect hair. Sally was cooking a pair of hot dogs over the fire, no doubt making an extra for her girlfriend, who strolled over from the water and collapsed her soaking, exhausted body across Sally’s lap. You’re dilly-dallying, squeezing as much water out of your suit as you can before you exit the water completely. You look up slowly at the campfire; and at your group of friends surrounding it. Something about their tired smiles, the crickets chirping in the distance, and the warm smell of smoke and food… You wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. After a few moments of distraction, you’re finally lulled out of it when Barnaby yells for you to join everyone, and you eagerly oblige, hurrying to go settle in next to the dog. Dinner is nice, if not short, and dessert is even better. You think you might’ve eaten a hundred marshmallows. At some point, Wally migrated to sit next to you. You’re thankful that you’re still a little wet from the water, as it seems to deter him enough to keep his hands to himself. At least you can keep a bit of your dignity with all of your friends so close. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● “And that was when they saw it… On the car door, hanging from the handle… Was a bloody hook!!!” Sally threw her arms in the air. Poppy screamed, and threw her arms over her head to hide from the terror. A few laughs peppered through the group at her exaggerated reaction. The fire was starting to die, and it had been a long while since Frank had fed it. You yawn, and lean back against Wally, who doesn’t hesitate to rest his head on top of yours. Eddie stands, stretching and cracking his back, and grabs a bucket to gather some water to put out the fire. Sally scoops her girlfriend into her arms, Julie long since having fallen asleep, and heads towards the tent. The others start to trickle in for bed, grabbing their sleeping bags from the luggage on the way. Barnaby shakes you awake, “Come on, Kid. Time for bed.” You groan in protest, but you’re soon being lifted and guided over to the tent. You hear Wally tell Eddie he’d watch to make sure the fire went out, and then you hear a sizzle as the water is poured over the dying embers. Barnaby hands you off to Poppy, who dutifully gathers your sleeping bag and sets it up, and you crawl in, staying close to your dear bird friend. She seems grateful to have you near, and you hold her wing to make sure she doesn't stay spooked from the story for too long. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Its been a few hours at this point. Barnaby steps out of the tent, rubbing one of his eyes. Just as he’d assumed, Wally is still wide awake. He’s sitting on one of the logs around the long dead fire, a book open in his lap, and occasionally looking up towards the blanket of stars. “Not gonna sleep?” Barnaby asks, taking a seat beside him and taking a quick peek at the book. Hand-drawn star charts and extensive notes line the pages, and little hearts are drawn occasionally in the margins. Wally examines the page again, then looks back towards the sky. One of the stars adjusts to match the page. “I’ll sleep later,” Wally replies under his breath, and flips the page. He traces a finger across the calendar on the next page. First Quarter. Thankfully he seemed to have already gotten the moon right at this point, after some trial and error. “Real sleep?” Barnaby asks. Wally doesn’t reply. The dog lets out a sigh, and reaches over, closing the book. “.. I’ll tell you if anyone wakes up. Get some rest, buddy.” He says, firmly. Wally doesn’t really have room to argue, the excitement of the day was really taking it’s toll on him. With a sigh, he rests against the dog, and closes his eyes. It takes a few minutes, but the world around them darkens. The sky first, then the bubbling of the lake quiets down, and soon only the void is left. A tent floating on the abyss, two friends sitting on a log in the darkness, and far off in the distance, so far he could barely see it, a sleepy little house sat. Barnaby really was the best of them to slip up around. Despite how wild it got, despite how downright scary the void felt… He didn’t ask any questions. That really was what Wally needed most. He was thankful for these quiet moments he could have, no worrying about secrets or dangers… just rest. Barnaby stands guard faithfully, passing the time by flipping through your notebook. After a few hours pass, life returns to their world, much in the reverse of before. Wally takes a deep breath, and thanks his friend under his breath. “Don’t mention it,” Barnaby closes the book and hands it back to him, before standing and starting back towards the tent. Wally followed close behind, and within the crowded tent, makes his way without even thinking about it to your side. You’d long since rolled out of Poppy’s grip, and Wally took up the mantle of cuddling your sleeping form happily. You stir only a little, and wordlessly make space for him, one of his arms tucking under you and the other worming its way into your unzipped sleeping bag to hold you around your waist. You grin tiredly, and he rests his forehead against yours, mumbling under his breath to tell you to get back to sleep. You oblige, but only after tugging him into the warmth with you, and pressing a tiny, lazy kiss on his cheek, your tired mind keeping you lingering dangerously close to his lips… He gives you another squeeze, and repeats his command. Your mind is so fuzzy… You probably could’ve slept forever like that. It was so nice and warm, and you were oh-so tired. You could hear Eddie outside packing things up, however, and the guilt of leaving it all to him would just continue to eat you up. You slowly start to sit up, but Wally pulls you back down aggressively, burying his tired face in your shoulder. Your face burns all the way up to your cheeks, and you slowly peer your way around the tent. Poppy is staring, jaw wide in shock. Julie is pointing at you and bouncing wordlessly to try to keep her voice down. You lift a finger tiredly to your lips to tell them to keep quiet. You guess it wouldn’t hurt to let him sleep for a little while longer, you think, and lean back to return to your spot. You knew you’d have a heck of an interrogation waiting for you later, though… ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● @elegantkidfansoul @itsyoboysparkel

#wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home fic

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olddirtybadfic · 15 days

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Your Narf is My Drug

The mice have driven me so insane, I wrote a fic with a Kesha parody about it.

It's to the tune of "Your Love is My Drug."

-O-o-O-o-O-

(Brain sits amidst the smoking debris of his latest plan.)

Brain: This is a hot mess we’ve gotten into.

Pinky: (sing-songily) Look at all the shinies! (tosses broken pieces into the air and hops around underneath them as they fall on his head) Zounds, Brain! I caught them all! (laughs hysterically)

Brain: (glares, folds arms) Speaking of hot messes….

(Brain’s vision suddenly turns to slow-motion. He takes in the gliding of Pinky’s supple limbs, Pinky’s lithesome hips swirling like the spirals of Brain’s hypnosis machines. The wreckage rain reflects the light in such a way that Pinky glows to rival the Pleiades.)

Brain: Emphasis on hot….Egad, what am I thinking?! This is preposterous! This is absurd! This is….

(He clutches at his head, as if that would quell the desire flaring up like so many bunsen burners. He finally breaks down at the pile of smashed electronics.)

Brain: Will you never cease that infernal buzzing?! (pounds wickle mousey fists on table)

(The rhythmic buzzing from the broken contraption starts to arrange itself into a poppy synth bassline. The pounding of Brain’s fists on the table provides the beat.)

(First verse) Brain: I feel like Captain Ahab; I’m too sunken in the deep. Emotional repression Is losing me all my sleep.

There’s no time to dilly-dally; My world domination calls. I’m stuck with this dishy dope and Hearing him spew his spurtive squalls!

(Pre-chorus) Our two fates are intertwined; What far-off planets have aligned? This novel factor’s undefined. I can’t get Pinky off my mind!

(Chorus) His narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf. I say, his narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf.

(Second verse) His cranium’s harder than gneiss; I’m telling him everything thrice. My mind and heart in vises: I can chart this diacrisis.

I can’t resist his whimsy. All my defenses, flimsy. My schemes will surely be impacted If I go on being so damn distracted!

(Pre-chorus) Our two fates are intertwined; What far-off planets have aligned? This sequence is not my design. I can’t get Pinky off my mind!

(Chorus) His narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf. I say, his narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf.

(Bridge) I must fight to gain control, But every hour takes its toll. I try so hard to keep my cool But still I fall for this fine fool!

(Pinky comes in, twirling glow sticks. He has painted geometric shapes on himself with non-toxic mouse safe glow-in-the-dark body paint. When he turns around, Brain can see that Pinky has somehow painted a neon yellow line down his own back, ending in a neon pink heart over his butt.)

Pinky: Braaiiiin~ Just a suggestion…. Why don’t we have a bath in some warm salad dressing? Does that sound like some silly-willy fun-fun? Is my fjord your drug? POIT! Your drug? ZORT! Your drug? NARF! Your drug? Is my—FJORD!—your drug?

Brain: No! Pinky, you’ll get us copyright-stricken!

(Chorus) Oh, Brain! My narf, my narf, my narf Stole your heart! My narf, my narf, my narf! You said my narf, my narf, my narf Stole your heart! My narf, my narf, my narf!

You said my zort, my zort, my zort Is your drug! My zort, my zort, my zort! You said my zort, my zort, my zort Is your drug! My zort, my zort, my zort!

(The buzzing synth line stops.)

Braaiiiiin~ Brainy-cakes… (flirty giggle) Sooooo… (delirious laughter) My narf, my narf, my narf, my narf, is your drug. I like your tail.

(A giant “DMCA” falls on Brain’s head. He crawls out from underneath it, looking especially worse for wear.)

Brain: I suspect this comedown will be particularly hard.

-O-o-O-o-O-

The abyss is quite inviting if you gaze long enough.

#pinky and the brain #brinky #patb #animaniacs fanfiction #patb fanfic #kesha #song parody #songfic #gay mice

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doberbutts · 2 years

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Also I’m just gunna do a head count here real quick hold on.

Galadriel: white (Welsh)

Celebrimbor: white (English)

Elrond: white (English)

Gil-Galad: white (American)

Arondir: Afro-latino

Bronwyn: Iranian

Halbrand: white (simply says “British”)

Theo: simply says “Australian” but he doesn’t look particularly white to me tbh

Waldreg: white (Australian)

Nori: white (Australian)

Isildur: white (English/Russian)

Marigold: simply says “Australian” but she talks about being black so...

Miriel: black (US-white/Ghana)

Poppy: simply says “English” but, I dunno.

Elendil: white (Welsh/English)

Largo: white (Canadian)

The Stranger: white (English)

Sadoc: black (black British)

Valandil: simply says “New Zealand” but clearly not white lmao

Adar: white (English)

Malva: Sri Lankan

Vilma: Caribbean

Ontamo: white (New Zealand)

Tredwill: white (New Zealand)

Dilly: literally nothing except that she’s working in New Zealand between ROP productions, brand new actress

Vrath: white (New Zealand) (hilariously this is Jed Brophy so he has played multiple orcs in the series so far)

Durin 4: white (Welsh)

Bazur: white (New Zealand)

Pharazon: white (Welsh)

Earien: white (American)

Disa: African-Iranian

Durin 3: white (Scottish)

Rowan: white (New Zealand)

Kemen: white (New Zealand)

Medhor: white (English)

Revion: white (English)

Tar-Palantir: white (New Zealand)

Sail Master: Maori (lmao, of course)

Tamar: white (New Zealand)

The Nomad: white (New Zealand)

Malva’s Sister: First Nations/Black

The Ascetic: Maori

The Dweller: white (New Zealand)

Numenorian Smithy: white (New Zealand)

Finrod: white (American)

Thondir: white (Australian)

Rian: white (New Zealand)

Eamon: white (Australian)

Abigail: Aboriginal

Astrid: white, unsure country

Edda: white (New Zealand)

Mairen: white (New Zealand)

So out of 52 named characters, 14 are confirmed POC and 3 are ambiguous. That’s 17/52 or or 14/52, which is either 1/3 or 1/4 of the named characters. The rest are all white. So whenever these racist fanboys are mad that there’s “so many” nonwhite characters... there’s 14 of them.

Additionally, of the 14 confirmed characters of color there is:

1 elf

6 humans

5 harfoots

1 dwarf

1 cultist

When we further analyze it:

Arondir is the only named, speaking elf.

Bronwyn and Theo are living in “the Southlands” which technically speaking per Tolkien’s books is populated by nonwhite peoples prior to the return of Sauron. Too bad in Tolkien’s books these nonwhite peoples belong to a Bad Guys Only race where all but a few are Super Evil.

Miriel, Valandil, and the Sail Master belong to an island nation that has some form of contact with Middle Earth due to the knowledge they have of the area, so trade and travel are likely to be occurring frequently in Numenor. Island nations that have ready access to trade and travel with the nations around them are frequently ethnically diverse.

Marigold, Sadoc, Malva, Malva’s Sister, and Vilma belong to a nomadic tribe which moves locations frequently. Nomadic tribes are often incredibly ethnically diverse as they move from place to place, mix with the people who live around them, and then get up and move again.

Abigail is a shipwrecked human that instantly gets swallowed by a giant fish and we have no idea where her ship was from.

Disa is the only named, speaking dwarf.

The Ascetic hasn’t even spoken more than a single line yet or really done anything except stand in the background looking evil and mysterious and sometimes be a dick to the harfoots.

So when people are complaining about adding in “random ethnicities” to “English folklore” I think some perspective is in order.

Additionally I also think it’s really interesting that people keep saying “it’s European! No POC allowed” and “it’s based on England!” and yet not a single word about all the New Zealanders, Australians, Americans, and the like one Russian in the group. Oh, does “random ethnicity” only count if their skin is dark? If they’re white it doesn’t matter what ethnicity they are?

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writinginthesecrettrees · 5 months

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#the various moods of Poppygirl #poppy and dilly #cat #cats #my cats

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nightseeye · 2 years

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Some chapter 2 thoughts i have for this au(?) Thing

Companion creature get!!!! Through the power of accidentally violence the player gets a friend aka Toma, the very angry mini huggie

Transcript of words below + additional info below

Toma:

Overzealous

Jumped out at the player right after the game ended, got kicked

Mommy wasn't very happy with that... (the player living, and Toma for breaking the Rules)

Player bandaged them, Toma followed (It was them(player) or death. Mommy hates cheaters, y'know!)

Full of rage

Mute

Player nicknamed them, and it stuck

Actually respects player enough to not attack them anymore

This doesnt go for other toys (except other huggies. And mommy)

Elder-middle child among the minis

Would actually like tomatoes if they happened to try one

#poppy playtime oc #poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #mini huggies #mommy long legs #also like for the trainwreck section toma is there. it thinks poppy's kinda stupid #(also also poppy would be kinda jealous of toma. bc why does it get to have a back ride and not her (even tho player prob tried to offer one #haha))#dilly dally donkey #<- tis what im calling my interation of the player #cause this au is a #centaur au #haha :]#nighty arts #sketch #poppy playtime chapter 2

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hannahlikeso741 · 11 months

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Drag me to Despair (15/17)

Summary : For Sebastian, meeting the new 5th year Slytherin girl, Aurelia Gray has been nothing short of eventful. But since using Dark Magic, he has been fighting those little whispers that creep in his sleep.

Now entering 6th year and they enter adulthood, He sees Aurelia in a way he cannot describe. With the gossip that surrounds Hogwarts, how will Sebastian keep his secrets? And who really is Aurelia Gray, and why is she so willing to follow him?

(Written mainly in Sebastian's POV, but this chapter is written in my MC's POV)

Warnings: NSFW as it contains spoilers, BDSM and smut with underage teens.

Pairings: Sebastian x fem! Slytherin MC (my own Mc, Aurelia Gray) with Sebastian x Poppy and fem! Slytherin MC X Garreth on the side.

Suppose you wonder about me.

I don’t blame you. What you heard from me was through his eyes after all.

Do you have an opinion of me? How I behaved or what I said? Did I offend you, or did you see yourself in me?

I beg of you, whoever you may be. To at least please hear from me. I apologize if my thoughts are tangled and frazzled, but I hope you would at least hear me from my words no matter how… unruly I may be.

I will not take you to when I was born, but I will take you to where I was raised. A gloomy manor in the countryside, overlooking the lands my father used to own. As one may awe in its glory, to me it was a house devoid of emotions and love. A bold statement that means nothing after the surface. A place suffering from its high status that the residents felt the pressure.

My father, a Duke with ties to Queen Victoria herself, is determined to keep this place to that status. To what ends, you may ask? How about marrying a rich woman that thought her dreams of marrying a prince came true, only to find it was all a lie?

Because that is exactly what happened.

Mother came from what they call the Nouveau riche, being an heiress, where her father made his money in the shipping business. I have been told she was naïve yet free spirited, a testament to where she came from the land of the free. She had her head filled with fairy tales, hoping one day she will have her Prince Charming. That day came true when she met my father at a New York City ball. He charmed her, with his golden hair and piercing dark eyes. How could my mother resist? They wedded within a short three-month courtship.

It ends happily, right?

Lies.

Mother found out that Father only needed her wealth, as his estate had been crumbling. Since then, mother stopped believing in happily ever afters. The stuffy rules, the need for appearances in British high society, and my father’s neglect and affairs murdered her free spirit. She tried her hardest to provide him an heir and failed the first three times, resulting in me and my sisters.

I remembered her looking so gravely sick in the final month of her fourth pregnancy. The blue eyes, pale skin and black hair I inherited from her slowly went dull and haggard, as if she hadn't had the strength to carry on. I was only seven on the last day she was alive, humming to her overdue baby that familiar tune.

“Lavender’s green, dilly dilly…”

Call it a child’s instinct, but I ran towards her the minute she hummed it, hugging her legs. In return, she hugged me back, as I remembered her words she said to me. I will never forget her words.

“Oh, my dear Aurelia… among you and your sisters, you resemble me the most. And with that, I have cursed you with my beauty and my fate. I wish I could spend more time with you, free you… alas, I fear my time is up. With beauty comes admirers, till you find one whose silver tongue you cannot resist. Be careful with who you give your love to, for it can lead to your demise…”

I merely nodded as I hugged her tight. I wished I could hear her sing to me again, to read stories to me in the summer, out at the fields again. That night, I couldn’t sleep as I heard her screams of pain trying to bring my little brother into the world while my father merely waited, sorting out what needs to be repaired in the estate. It cost her life, and I knew there and then I was to be pushed aside, a burden to my father when word got around that it was a boy.

Ever since then, Father was distant from me. He left me in the care of a governess, as my sisters had to prepare themselves to debut into high society. I watched my eldest sister sink to a loveless marriage that was full of arguments while my second eldest sister was sent to a convent after being caught with a lord’s son unchaperoned and indecent, all while growing into a woman myself. I’m alone now, with no one to love.

It left a scar on me. I can only have security or atone for giving into my passions. Unlike my brother, who my father pinned his legacy on, got his sins covered as he developed into a spoiled, arrogant brat.

I should have been cast aside, but that changed when I first appeared in a high society ball. I only had thirteen summers, but I know the look in those eyes of the upper class that stared at me when I descended from the stairs. The whispers that lurk in high society then labeled me as “Snow White.” Black hair, lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow.

I hated it.

Reduced to only my looks. My mother’s curse came true. They were waiting for me to grow up, a fine, delicate wallflower to their illustrious family, not caring if my looks would fade or die the same way my mother did. A pretty thing to be added.

And they wondered why I didn't talk. It’s simple, I don’t want to. I might upset my father, anyway and I would rather be spared from his lectures and his fleeting temper. I am done being nice, silent, and merely accepting my fate as I get older.

In the year I was between fourteen and fifteen, I rebelled as much as I could. Going outside to the fields, running about or hiding to be buried in books. Anything to escape the stuffiness of the manor that was my prison. I didn’t care about the scolding, being locked away for days on end or the empty threats. I knew Father needed me intact to marry for his own benefit.

I didn’t care. All I wanted was to run away and chase… that glow.

It was one of those days when I was in the fields again, enjoying the brisk freedom I had, anything to avoid needlework, playing piano or sticking my nose in Latin. The glow I kept seeing was stronger, calling to me to a spot. I didn’t notice my little brother wondering where I kept going, intending to chase me down or insult me, whatever it was.

All I knew was I could harness magic at that moment, finally having freedom as the winds engulfed me as somehow, I had control over what seemed like lighting. I didn’t know my younger brother saw everything and gotten seriously injured when I lost control of my power.

Father was furious, and I have attracted some eyes to the Grey household.

I remembered being locked up in my room, yearning to go outside with only my governess and the servants for company. I begged and tried to escape, anything to just let out into the fields again. Until things changed, I had to meet Queen Victoria and explain myself. Father’s orders, something about the family’s reputation. I thought I am doomed to live in the convent, sent away to a far away colony.

Until that is, I met Professor Fig, my mentor talking alongside the Queen. Something about a delicate matter, I assumed it had to do with me.

“Ah… pardon me, but you are exquisite.”

I’ve heard those words a million times but those first words from Professor Fig, it felt like a father in awe of his daughter. Since then, as I was whisked away in private to learn more about magic under his tutelage, I considered him my actual father as he prepared me for Hogwarts, since he was the only one I knew that cared.

And that is when we had our adventures with the dragon and Ranrok, and so began my journey as the Ancient magic wielder.

I recalled feeling dizzy as we were outside the Great Hall, trying to process what happened that day. But I had no time to think about it, as Headmaster Black urged me to follow him.

Steer yourself Aurelia, you have been in many balls. You can handle an opening school ceremony.

I composed myself as I followed Headmaster Black towards the end of the hall to be sorted, looking straight with a composed posture and my hands folded to my front. My governess did tell me to correct my posture and to always have a presence no matter what the occasion. I paid no mind to the whispers, but I knew what they said.

“Who is she?”

“I wonder about her status, she has the aura of a royal…”

“Is she a pure blood? She has the air of one.”

“Have to say, she is beautiful.”

It is the same kind of whispers I always get from the balls and social affairs my father forced me to attend the minute I turned twelve. I am used to it, being told I’m beautiful and stunning. It seems I have the same effect in the wizarding world. I noted the four coloured tables, and the students who have their eyes on me. I was the last student to be sorted after all. I politely smiled at the red-haired teacher they called “Professor Weasley” and took the seat, weary on what the hat would place me in.

I only had one thing in my mind at the moment.

The desire to be free, to be more powerful.

I longed to escape the fate of my mother and my sisters, though that new magical ability I had discovered on my own.

That hat knew my thoughts too well, yelling at the house I am to go to.

“SLYTHERIN!”

I took a breath of relief to know where I was to be located, but something hit me. Professor Fig told me that Slytherins were mainly pure-bloods and half-bloods, and if I am right, I am considered a muggle born witch, a…Mudblood. I needed to fabricate a lie to survive. I learned that from those times of keeping up appearances in social events.

I had no qualms about it… until I met him, getting to know my other Slytherins.

“Can I help you?”

That guarded stance and pointed tone… I couldn’t help but to notice that it was too similar to what I had. A fear of anyone letting someone in. And the first person who didn’t comment on my looks. I’m not afraid of that, because I knew that emotional shield that freckled, dark haired boy wielded.

His name was Sebastian Sallow.

And since that first duel, I had wanted to be by his side. The first boy I knew that treated me as an equal, not to be cast aside. I willingly assisted him in his quest to heal his sister… just as much as he seemingly helped with mines. We both desired power to free us from our helplessness, archiving it by all means. A kindred spirit from being broken.

That is until… he went too far with the Dark Arts.

Did he not hear my pleas to stop? He went too far that I saw the madness in his eyes. Till he paid the price. I could only offer him little comfort when Anne didn’t want to speak to him again. How I pleaded to Ominis that Sebastian didn’t deserve to be sent away, knowing that look on his face that he regretted everything, I still saw some good left in him. It was a sad end to that term.

I came back to that cold manor to a father that refused to acknowledge my presence, saying something about not wanting to be seen with a hysterical woman and I better be married by the time I turn eighteen, and a brother who said I needed to be condemned.

What a joke.

I remembered spending the summer when I turned sixteen mourning my fate and my loss. Realizing I lost Professor Fig and Lodgok… I cared for them. Now I lost a friend and my father figure. I needed to go back to that world, carry on their memory and what they died for. Alas, it may not come true as… I am still my father’s daughter. Often I sent owls to my school friends and to him… it eased the loneliness.

That dreaded summer couldn’t pass any faster.

It was the first time I took the train to Hogwarts, now having to look like a lady. I saw Poppy and Natty, they too had changed into a mature style as we sat together in the carriage. All 3 of us were just excited to put everything behind us, looking forward to a normal year.

That is, until I arrived in the Great Hall, sitting opposite Ominis and Sebastian again. My breath was caught a little that I paid no attention to the murmurs that were about me. Ominis had grown, but Sebastian turned into a man that summer. I felt my heart fluttered a little, which I quickly dismissed as some 7th year boy distracted me, which I knew he wanted to court me.

What I didn’t expect was the chaos that entailed.

Miss Winter? I thought Hogwarts was above trashy gossip. Then when it spread, all I wanted to do was hide. It was like being back at the balls, where people only eye you for marriage. My sanctuary was ruined by a nightmare I tried to escape from at home.

Which led to that fateful day in the Undercroft.

Sebastian, the first boy I trusted and cared for… I turned to him for comfort. It hit me that I wanted him to be my series of firsts.

My first kiss and my first man.

I gave my lips and my body to him willingly. At first it was to help the other out, just like we did in our fifth year but on an intimate level. I can’t explain our relationship then, but it was more than friends. To stop myself from indulging further, I set upon those rules and he willingly followed. I still had a reputation to upkeep.

Honestly, I am surprised Ominis hasn’t caught on to our antics, which he nearly did but he was too kind to not press on about it. Ominis did warn me about dark magic, something I was concerned about. My body is a small price to pay.

We agreed, right? That our intimate arrangement will come to an end, be serious with other people?

I didn’t know my feelings then. I needed to keep it under control, for my reputation's sake. I swear I am beginning to think that the gossip is affecting me, resulting in me having to be quiet like how I was in the Muggle world. I feared people may find out about us.

That is, till Garreth came along.

He was… kind, gentle and he made me laugh… It is everything a girl would want in a relationship, right? A loving husband that can provide? But… he was so eager to please, that I didn’t felt… like he treated me as an equal. I yearned for adventure and danger… something Garreth wasn't interested in. The more I thought about it, the more caged I felt. Even his kisses treated me like a delicate being.

Poppy suited Sebastian, really. I saw them together and I can tell… she was happy. He had no clue did he? Poppy never really got over her first crush. As a result of it, I thought her some things I knew about Sebastian, what he liked and what to expect. After all, I knew what kind of a lover he was. He would prefer someone like her as she was born to the magical world, unlike me.

Then came my stay in Feldcroft for Christmas.

Father would have had a fit if he knew that I spent the night unchaperoned with another boy. I didn’t care, I merely wanted to not feel alone and Sebastian offered his company. I must have been frustrated from Garreth that I willingly crawled up towards Sebastian’s bed. I just wanted to be vulnerable again, to feel…

Loved.

I didn’t regret giving him my lips again, nor my stay there. It was only us two… my status that I tried to hide didn’t matter, I could be living among the peasants but I would be free. Alas, I know that was nothing more than a dream as this was a means to an end. Sebastian needed to be with Poppy and I did not want to get in the way. But I will treasure the memory and the necklace he gave me.

We stopped seeing each other and only kept it as friends after that.

I felt something in me die a little. Even till the point Garreth had asked if I was all right. I lied, of course. But I should know better when my eyes closed as Garreth kissed me, my mind turned Garreth’s red hair and green eyes to his familiar dark brown instead. The kind careful look Garreth would give me turned to one out of hunger, laced with a darkness I knew too well on one man.

Like a moth to a flame.

But I was so determined to not repeat the mistakes of my mother. She warned me, right?

Oh mother, you warned me so of falling for whom I gave my heart to, but putting it into practice made me a terrible student. How can he make me yearn for his touch that I never wanted another to hold me and take me to his bed?

When I am with Garreth… I'm a wallflower, prim and proper. It will kill me eventually. But when I am with Sebastian, my wild, unrepressed and passionate side gets released into his arms without a scorn. I…

I didn’t know what to do.

Until it leaked that I stayed at Feldcroft, resulting in Poppy coming down and screaming at me. She had every right to be mad as she slapped me. I didn’t even fight back. I wronged her and Garreth. We haven’t spoken since.

Which led to where it was now. The argument and the confession in the Undercroft. In the brisk of it I… admitted it. Something that I suppressed for so long but it became clear as day.

I loved him. I loved Sebastian Sallow.

That knowledge is for him, and whatever he chose to do with it. I’m done with secrets and half truths. I will plead my mea culpa for leading him on, but I now know what I want.

I must have taken up too much of your time. All I can say is, thank you for hearing my side.

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