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imagine-this-doesnt-suck · 1 month

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Sleeping with Spiders

YellowJewl

Chapter 2

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!!!!!!SMUT AND GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AHEAD!!!!!

You were all packed and ready to catch your train hours before it would even arrive at the station. It was just about 2:40 AM and nerves alone had you up and walking the city streets. You quit quite a bit ago but you would have killed for a smoke right about now. Were you restless about such a big move? You don't know why but something in the pit of your stomach was telling you that something was wrong.

When you neared the gallery, that feeling grew stronger. Looking down at your phone, it was already three. The witching hour. You started to walk faster towards the gallery, you knew something was happening. And at closer inspection you were right. The front windows were shattered, someone had broken in.

Your work. All of your work is in there.

Without giving it a second thought, you climb through the broken window. It's dark inside and you can barely see a thing. You can't help but wonder what you are even doing here. Did you think you were going to fight off the intruders on your own? Fat chance. Why didn't you just call the police? The police! That's right! You sink to your knees and begin to fumble for your phone but freeze dead in your tracks as soon as you hear voices.

"Damn Feitan. You couldn't have picked a smaller picture to steal?"

"I like this one."

"Wish Shizuku was here with that vacuum. It would make this a whole hell of a lot easier."

"Stop complaining, crybaby."

That voice, it sounds familiar. Hesitantly you rise to your feet to grab a better look at the burglars.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The words fall from your mouth as your jaw hangs slack. You immediately recognize the shorter of the two men. Though he has traded in his suit for long black robes, you easily recognize the pretty pale face peeking out of the large scarf he's using to conceal it.

At the sound of your voice the men freeze. The taller looks to his short friend, who at this point just looks exasperated. But now, you're angry. "Seriously dude? I offer to make you a piece and you turn around and steal my art? What the hell? Did you really not want to pay for it that badly?"

The man looks to his partner and says, "Phinks, take the painting. I'll take care of this." You must have blinked because before you know it he has you pinned against the wall and a knife to your throat. He's fast, real fast, and despite being so small, he's really strong. He has your hands pinned above your head and seems intent on not giving you an inch of leeway. His blade tickles your throat as he runs it across your skin. He's toying with you.

"What? Are you really going to kill me now?" You growl through gritted teeth.

"Yes." He says, not missing a beat. A devilish smile slithers onto his lips as he drags his knife down from your neck, across your body and finally stopping at your abdomen, "I want to have fun first." He plunges the knife into you. A gasp leaves your lungs as the stinging sensation rushes through you, you quickly clench your teeth to avoid giving him any satisfaction.

"Don't do that." He orders as he slaps the side of your face. "It's no fun if you don't scream for mercy."

He's a damn sadist, you should've guessed. He would have killed you by now if he wasn't. Stringing it out like this, its torture. He twists the knife still inside of you and you bite down on your bottom lip to stop a whimper from tumbling out of you. "Scream." He repeats.

You glare into those cold eyes of his, your face a crimson red, and you spit in his face, "Make m-"

He grabs your jaw pulling your face towards him so you are eye to eye, "Stupid girl, do you really want your last words to be 'make me'?" In one fail swoop he pulls the knife from your gut and slashes across your chest. The blade tears your shirt and you can see the red beginning to stain the tattered cloth from beneath. Your chest begins to rise and fall in fractic beats as your breathing becomes ragged. You were covered in blood from the chest down, though the cut on your chest was shallow, the wound in your stomach was deep but you could hardly feel it due to the adrenaline pulsing through your veins. If he didn't kill you first, you were sure that your heart exploding in your chest, surely would.

It's a bit odd. You weren't afraid. Or as afraid as you know you should be. You could die at any second and yet instead of fear, you feel…

The blade shoots across your vision like a falling star in the night sky. Swift and sharp. You have no time to even brace yourself for the imminent impact. When the knife plunges into your shoulder, you are no longer able to hold back the noise that rips through your throat.

He stares at you, wide eyed for a millisecond before his brows furrow and his eyes are narrowed and fixed on you.

"You moaned?"

If your face hadn't been beet red before, it is now. The utter embarrassment rushing through you somehow makes you completely forget about the knife sticking out of you at this very second. "No I did not!"

His look of speculation quickly turns smug. "Did too, slut."

"Shut the hell up!"

"I should have known a freak like you would get off on this."

"A freak like me!? You're the sadistic bastard using me like a pin cushion."

"And you're real mouthy for someone going to die." You watch as he takes a finger and pokes at your wound. With his finger painted red, he raises it to your lips, "Clean it."

"Fuck you." You hiss.

"You really want to, huh?" His grip on your hands has loosened a bit and he looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye. You watch as he takes the bloody finger poised at your mouth and raises it to his own where he gives it a soft kitten lick. That thing that's been stirring inside you, that lack of fear, it's clawing to get out. Screaming to see the light of day. You're unsure of what to call it exactly, excitement, arousal, malice, insatiable greed? All you knew was that seeing your blood stain his lips like rouge made you crave all the things that everyone always told you to push down deep inside, to ignore.

You wanted him. You wanted his flesh, his blood, and his bone. You wanted him to want your's. You wanted him to mutilate your body with his blade and allow you to do so in turn. You wanted to paint the sky red with blood, yours and his, intertwining into the most vile shades of crimson. And you knew that to want all this, you must be sick. But that didn't matter, because all you really wanted was for him to rail you.

Your hands now free, you toss your arms around the man's neck and dive in towards his lips. Your mouth captures his in the most violent kiss. To describe it as passionate would be too simple, it was raw and hungry. You were two starved wolves fighting over the same scrap of meat.

When you finally break away for air, he still has your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it, so hard that he draws blood. When he does finally release you and take a step back, you find his usual narrowed glare has fallen into a lustful gaze as his eyes trail up and down your body.

Starving for more you are already pulling at the bottom hem of your shirt to pull it off and disrobe. You're stopped though as the fabric gets caught on the knife jutting out of your shoulder. "Shit!" You wine.

"Here. I'll get it." He says as he reaches for the weapon and quickly unsheathes it from you. You whimper with pleasure. A light chuckle escapes him as he mutters, "slut."

You groan in annoyance as well as impatience as you start to pull at his robes, trying to undress him as well, "could you just shut up and fuck me already." When you accomplish your task of leaving him exposed from the waist up you gawk at what you had just revealed. He's fucking hot. This guy not only looks good in a suit but also has abs and is a murderous psychopath!? All God gave you was the ability to draw, and mental illness. What the hell!?

You're running your hands up his chest taking in the view when his hands grip your ass and you're thrown back against the wall once more, this time with him holding you. He bunches up your skirt around your waist so you're properly exposed as he reaches towards his pants and pulls out his dick.

He doesn't bother taking off your underwear or even pushing them to the side instead he decides to approach the problem head on and ram his member into you. Your panties, already soaking wet from earlier, do their best to fend him off but ultimately fail and move themselves to the side as he pistons himself toward your entrance. While he sinks within you, your head drops to the crook of his neck, with a sharp inhale, you breathe in his aroma mixed with the stench of blood. It's an intoxicating smell. You test your luck and lick the side of his neck, not receiving any immediate criticism you decide to suck and bite on the flesh, leaving your mark on him. You resume your attack on his soft skin, leaving a menagerie of bruises and hickeys on him. Beneath you, a groan rattles from the man's throat, making you blush from the indirect praise.

He slides in and out of you with reckless abandonment with unprecedented speed. The moments he pauses and pulls out are the most agonizing. When he finally drives his shaft back inside of you, it slams against a spot that makes vision darken and your mind numb. You let out a howl of pleasure as he relentlessly pounds into you, over and over again. With every movement you're slammed into the wall again, the cheap gallery wall paper rubbing your back and ass raw.

"Fuck. Oh fuck yes! Please- Fuuuugh-"

"Do you ever shut up? You moan like a bitch in heat." He scoffs as you let out a string of curses with every movement of his hips.

"Thou- thought you wanted me to scream." You sneer as you dig your nails into back as you let out another moan.

"Yeah. My name."

"And what's your- oh Shit! Shit! Oh fuck yeah! What's your name? What's your name?"

"F-Feitan. F- you- you real tight." He mutters something between ragged breaths in a language you don't understand.

You let out a chuckle, "Who's the bitch now? Ow! Oh yes, Fei Feitan! Right there! Right-" you're in absolute bliss. You feel like you could die at any second and yet, you have never felt more alive. You wistfully reach for one of his hands and place it on your throat. He understands instantly as he holds your neck in a vice grip and begins to speed up his thrusts.

His beautiful raven locks now stick to his face, wet with sweat. His once ghostly pale face is tinted red, starkly contrasting your own which is quickly turning blue due to asphyxiation.

"Fei- tan." You choke out. You are so close. Your body begins shaking violently and you can feel your insides tighten as he hammers into you before his pace begins to kilter off. You let out a scream, then you go limp and you're left feeling fuller thsn you have felt in a long time.

The night is silent, the only sound to be heard is the heavy ragged breaths of the two of you coming down from your high. Feitan lets go of your limp body and you slink to the ground with a thud. He runs a hand through his inky mop and immediately begins looking for his robes.

You watch him go about his business and are hit with a sudden pang of pain. You crumple to the floor as you clutch the wound on your stomach. Your shoulder is pulsing with pain as well from its stab wound. It seems that since the adrenaline has worn off you are much more aware of the seering pain.

"You should apply pressure to that. Or you'll bleed to death." He says, looking down at you.

"So what? Decided not to kill me? Was the pussy that good?" You taunt from your place on the ground. He doesn't answer, istead he's back to giving you those silent, narrowed looks. You try to flash a smile but only suceed in coughing up blood.

When you look up again a hand is outstretched towards you. You gingerly take it as he helps you to your feet. "You still going to paint for me?"

"... Sure, but you owe me a movie."

#feitan #feitan hxh #feitan porter x reader #x reader #smut fic #hxh #hxh x reader #feitan x reader

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theguardianace · 2 months

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you should make pokémon teams for prsk characters if you haven’t already! like, what would you imagine for rui’s team?

i think about this every day of my life.

LEO/NEED-

Most of Leo/need's partners are simply companions- Ichika and Shiho know a bit of battling, and Honami has been gettng better at it, but they're really just in it for the friends! Saki does love watching Pokemon Contests though (especially her brother's :)) Also lore wise I think they have encountered Jirachi before. (It fits so well... starry wishes...)

Ichika- she inhereted the family Maractus after taking such good care of it as a kid. Maractus loves to dance along while Ichi is practicing rhythm guitar! Almost like a spiky metronome haha. I can also see her with a Furrett, but I don't have a reasoning other than vibes.

Saki- her partner all through childhood is a yellow Minior! A fragile yet beautiful star glowing through the night :) Minior doesn't battle but it is a good friend!!!! I also think Saki would really like Pancham for some reason. All of her pokemon have nicknames, and now all of Leo/need's do to.

Honami- I don't know what to tell you Appletun was literally made for this girl. It follows her around to her housekeeping jobs and helps make really sweet apple dishes! There was also a Grookey she encountered often in elementary school but never had the courage to catch. The pair reunited a bit after the formation of Leo/need, and officially became part of the team! Grookey quickly evolved into Rillaboom (she really likes playing drums with Hona). Honami's mother has a Blissey, who sometimes goes with Honami to housekeeping jobs as well! (Blissey really likes Kanade)

Shiho- her first Pokemon was a Toxel that she absolutely adores. Toxel evolved into a Low-Key Toxtricity around middle school! People are a bit intimidated by him, but it's mostly just a front. Toxicity is a very protective Pokemon and the strongest battler in Leo/need. She also has a Bunneary that is very near and dear to her. Pampered little princess. Nobody at school knows Bunneary exists. She also takes care of the family Kantonian Vulpix, the little sister of Shizuku's Alolan one!

MORE MORE JUMP

Pokemon Performers! Probably more of the Kalosian variety than Hoenn/Sinnoh, focused on the true performance of it over any sort of battling. Similar to the main story, in which Haruka, Airi, and Shizuku are all popular but disillusioned celebrities who meet Minori, a hopeful fan who dreams of being an idol, too. They reignite their dreams through the Power of Friendship.

Minori- her first partner was an Eevee! The two of them would watch Haruka's performances and try and replicate them constantly. Eevee doesn't ever want to evolve and Minori completely supports that. Just because Eevee is a normal type first evolution doesn't mean it can't pack a punch! She also has a very very energetic Yamper. It's more of a family pet than a true partner pokemon, but she loves it just the same! I also think Minori would have a Tatsugiri but I cannot figure out lore reasoning why. I think she just would.

Haruka- Haruka is SOOOO Prinplup coded like I do not know what else to say. Piplup was her starter that she absolutely ADORED. Thinks it's the cutest thing ever. Prinplup was there for her during her lowest moments and has always been a responsible, guiding light. Haruka has since also caught an Eiscue.

Airi- Personally, I choose to believe allergies do not exist in the Pokemon world because it would be heartbreaking to not be able to pet all of them (all of them). Also so Airi can have a Skitty!!! Skitty is a spunky thing that has great performance chemistry with Airi! They were popular on variety shows since Skitty is so dang cute. Ever since joining MMJ, Airi has been working with Skitty on learning to battle (for real, not scripted like the past).

Shizuku- Her family had an Alolan Vulpix that became her partner at a young age. The agency made her evolve it into a Ninetales "to better fit her image", even though Ninetales wasn't quite ready to do so. Still, Ninetales is really happy to be around Shizuku and often helps make sure she doesn't get lost. Shizuku loves pokemon a whole ton, but was only allowed to have one partner with her old group. After becoming part of MMJ, she catches a Slowpoke because she thinks its really cute. (Airi finds this fitting.) She's also caught a Feebas that evolved into Milotic!

VIVID BAD SQUAD

VBS are all battle trainers! Singing is still all their main passion, but hey! Why not have some pokemon battles there too? Vivid Street has a huge music and battle culture because of it. Since a lot of VBS's story centers on partnership, they each only have one main partner pokemon, but still work best within a team setting. They often do double battles!

Kohane- MORPEKO. SHE IS MORPEKO. innocent yet menacing hampster creatures.... there is nothing else more to say here. It is correct. (Count Pearl is her dad's Ekans who Kohane loves very much and everyone else is terrified by, btw)

An- she would do well with a Luxio! An would absolutely be an electric type trainer, and Luxio just seems like a good fit :) She grew up with Shinx, a gift from her father, and he evolved into a Luxio sometime around middle school? Luxio's the type to get An out of her own head when she starts feeling insecure about her own abilities. Also An puts little star clips on him during performances.

Akito- he chose Scorbunny as his starter, and the two loved playing soccer together! Scorbunny really loves being on the stage, even if it wasn't the best performer at first. Scorbunny has always stuck by Akito's side, no matter what. Scorbunny evolved into Raboot a bit before VBS formed, but after meeting Toya. It then evolved into Cinderace during the (equivalent) events of Burn my Soul!

Toya- he was raised alongside a supportive yet quiet Riolu. Since the Riolu line is able to read emotion, Riolu was often the one to realize Toya's own feelings before he could. Riolu, with Tsukasa's help, was the one to push Toya to leave classical music behind. Since meeting Akito, Riolu has evolved into a formidable Lucario. (It's a secret, but Souma has been trying to track down a Lucarionite for him...)

WONDERLANDS X SHOWTIME

Wondershow are all Pokemon Performers! Tsukasa started because he saw how much they made Saki smile (even though he could never get past the appeals round, he kept trying). Emu loves the energy, and since her family sponsored most competitions, she could compete often! Her style is very. wonderhoy. Nene wanted to be a performer, but after an embarrassing mistake in her childhood, gave up on that dream. Rui was banned from most competitions for "too dangerous of combinations" so often performed on streets (this doesn't go well). The four end up banding together to perform as a unit!

Tsukasa- It's a bit of an unconventional take, but- Ampharos! Tsukasa has always been a guiding light to those around him, so why not the Light Pokemon herself? Ampharos is equally confident and dramatic as her partner. They make a good team. Despite all his pegasus-ness, he does not actually have a Ponyta or Rapidash. He does like them a lot, though.

Emu- she sooooo has a Tinkaton. Small pink thing massive hammer complete life satisfaction. I'm also giving her a Stufful because I love Bewear and I love Emu, and because pink thing that is a menace.

Nene- her starter pokemon was a Popplio! Popplio is a lot more outgoing than Nene and tries his best to get Nene more comfortable in social situations. Popplio evolved into Brionne a bit before the fated show, but after her and Rui drifted apart. Brionne then evolved into Primarina after the Little Mermaid show. Instead of Robonene, Rui had created Magearna for Nene. Magearna acts as Nene's own personal protector, which she finds very sweet. She tries not to think about the implications of Rui creating an actual living pokemon in his garage for her.

Rui- his partner has always been a Rotom- a mischievous little thing! Rotom helps out with Rui's inventions, and is a great help for shows. It was really just them two for a very long time- though Rui absolutely adores everything there is about Pokemon, he doesn't really think any wild pokemon would really want to be his partner (other than Rotom). Rui does end up befreinding and eventually catching the lonely Gengar haunting the Wonder Stage. (Emu adores Gengar btw). He's also taken a liking to the back alley Sprigatito...

NIGHTCORD AT 25:00

Nightcord is still just Nightcord here! Mafuyu is still expected by her mother to be a human doctor, but deep down she really wants to be a Pokemon nurse, even if she doesn't quite realize it herself. K is still a musician with pokemon to support her, Ena is still a struggling artist who now has a partner by her side, and Mizuki is still Mizuki! They don't perform or battle.

Kanade- She has an Audino that helps take care of her! Audino is incredibly patient and makes sure Kanade is eating and resting (decently) enough, and sometimes helps compose or inspire melodies. I also think her mother had a Shaymin, who she inherited upon her passing.

Mafuyu- Mafuyu didn't have a pokemon partner growing up ("too much of a distraction from your studies!", "pokemon battling isn't a real profession, it's much better for you to be a doctor", the likes). However, since meeting n25, she's secretly gained a Galarian Cursola, a Froslass, a Trevenant, and a Hisuian Zoroark. She is an absolutely terrifying battle opponent. (Later on, Kanade gives her a Happiny egg from Honami's Blissey, totally not sparking some sort of nurse-aspiring reaciton...)

Ena- SMEARGLE. NORMAL TYPE ARTIST POKEMON. Smeargle definitely paints right alongside Ena! Smeargle is super sassy and an absolute pain to deal with. They get along quite well. Having each other inspires the other to keep painting, keep going, keep getting better. They respect each other a great deal.

Mizuki- their first Pokemon was an Eevee, a gift from Yuuki! They loved brushing it's fur and making it all soft and fluffy. Eevee chose to evolve into a Sylveon during Mizuki's second year of middle school. Around their first year of middle school, Mizuki encountered a male Raltz, who later evolved into a Kirlia. Everyone expects Kirlia to evolve into a Gallade one day, but he secretly dreams of becoming a Gardevoir. One day....

VIRTUAL SINGERS

because why not. this is already insanely long i can make it longer. (project voltage my love....)

Miku- Pikachu on account of the mascot, Arceus on account of the versatility and legendary status, and Porygon on account of the computer!

Len and Rin- Plusle Minun! I've drawn this.

Luka- Honestly, I can so see her with a Togekiss. She has such fairy type trainer vibes.

MEIKO- Houndoom! Specifically one that mega evolves.

KAITO- Vanilluxe. easy choice.

#im definitely forgetting some matchups ive made but. here are my thoughts.#project sekai #pokemon #ace answers an ask!#ace's archive #<- because i like this list and i don't want to lose it

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yumeross · 1 year

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꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𓈒⠀𝆬

ᯇ 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 ֶָ ׁ ✦

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latent-sense-of-loyalty · 3 months

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Ch. III

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It had taken Aesop a few days to come up with some kind of plan. What had once been an empty set of cubicle walls around him were now filled with notes, annotations, witness statements, and a clear picture of what he had to work with. What sat in the middle of it all was the wanted poster of Lenore, her hopeful eyes staring back at him. He could only imagine what she would be looking like now, on the run and in hiding. He had apprehended wizards who had been in hiding for quite a while, and the state they were in, the image of her like that made him shudder.

Throughout the few days here, Aesop was lucky to find the class that Lenore had been training with, some willing to sit and talk with him. Some were less cooperative, not exactly wanting to recount the scene. He did empathise, of course a situation like that would want to be forgotten, yet he could not deny the growing frustration he was feeling. All he wanted were answers, as fast as possible. None of this was making sense to him, and Aesop despised feeling lost like this.

As he was packing up his desk, gathering everything he would need for the next part of this investigation, he heard someone clear their throat, making him turn. Before him stood a young woman, with eyes that took even Aesop aback. Just her rested face alone looked to be throwing iced daggers at him, yet her overall demeanour seemed almost timid and shy. Long black hair framed her face, ties tightly behind her back, falling past her waist. He quickly cleared his own throat, straightening himself. "May I… help you?" He did not recognize her from the class.

"M-Mr. Sharp. I apologise if I was interrupting anything," Her eyes darted between him and the reports and papers surrounding the walls, swallowing nervously. "I just… I heard you were asking about Miss Arkanos and.." Aesop immediately arched a brow, moving closer to the woman.

"Not out here…" His voice was low and quiet, escorting the women to the back of the room. He quickly waved his wand in front of a door, ushering her in before following, locking the door. I side was a basic interrogation room, black walls, a simple table and chairs facing each other in the middle of the room. The woman only noticed sitting down that Aesop had gone to the corner of the room, procuring two porcelain cups of tea. "I know you're nervous, this should help." He placed the cup in front of her, taking a seat across.

As she took a tentative sip, she watched as the man quickly got ready, a piece of parchment with a quill floating at the ready. She also noticed his own notebook, a much smaller quill in hand. After a minute, he was the one this time to clear his throat.

"Alright," his voice was gruff as he readjusted himself in his chair, his mind slipping back into his time as an Auror. "Your name please." His eyes trained on hers carefully, the quill beside him scratching down his words.

"Aia. Aia Shizuku." Her voice still quivered from nerves, her hands unable to keep the tea cup still. After a minute, the woman took a deep breath, nodding to the man.

"Alright… Aia." He tried his best to give her a curt smile, coming across just as uncomfortable as her. 'Damn it has been a while'. "Let us start at the beginning then. How close were you to Miss Arkanos while you trained together?"

"Well, we were quite close." Taking another sip of tea, she set the cup down, finding some kind of confidence. "We were usually training partners. Most of our time here was spent together. We both stayed in the provided dorms here so you could say we were roommates." He could see a twitch of a smile forming. "I remember she could be quite the snarky woman at times."

Aesop did not realise he was chuckling at the comment until he noticed Aia's quizzical stare, clearing his throat. "Apologise." He scribbled down some of his own notes before addressing the woman again. "So I assume being training partners and living together, you two would talk a lot?"

Aia nodded enthusiastically. "She was always very easy to talk to, had a way of really listening to what you say. When we had met I had mentioned how nervous I was since I had only been in this country for a few weeks."

"Where have you travelled here from?"

"My father and I moved here from Japan. After I had graduated Mahoutokoro, my father had been offered a job here at the Ministry. He recommended I work as an Auror." Aesop had to do everything to not hide the look of displeasure on his face, instead keeping it down to look at his notes. "When I had brought it up to her, she told me about a close friend she had from Hogwarts who had previously gone to Uagadou."

Hearing that, Aesop sat straighter in his chair. "Has Miss Arkanos mentioned any of her other previous friendships to you?"

"Yes sir. She always went on about stories about them. There had been one who always found ways to blow things up in potions. Another she had mentioned was one of the greatest quidditch players she had ever seen. There was one she was particularly close with, received owls from him every day. Something… Gaunt?"

For a moment, Aesop could feel his face burn and stomach tighten at her words mentioning her relationship with Ominis. Even he had to admit they were particularly close to one another, especially after her fifth year. Those two, including Sallow, the three were attached at the hip. "Did she ever share what those notes entailed?"

Aia paused for a moment, lips pursed as she toyed with the teacup. "There was one she had mentioned… something about visiting a friend who had lost his sister… he was taking it really hard." Aia looked up to Aesop, the look of sadness in her eyes quite obvious. "She told me she lost someone too, that if it wasn't for someone she knew at Hogwarts, including her friends, that she would probably be really lost."

His chest tightened again, a lump growing in his throat that he fought to swallow down. Fingers hesitated on the parchment beneath him. Aesop knew what a loss like that could do to any person, how they could change. He knew Lenore took Eleazar's loss hard, but to see her grow and flourish, Aesop knew the old man would be proud. But loss never leaves a person, he could attest to that personally.

May 31, 1891

The weather was not helping the mood of the castle, the claps of thunder mixing with the stressed sighs and remarks from students trying to study as much as possible for the oncoming exams. In these moments, the library would be flooded with all kinds of students, all at different stages of panic in their studies. Aesop was never one to turn away a student from extra curricular activities, yet this year it seemed everyone was particularly struggling to find the right headspace to learn after what had happened. With classes having been paused for two weeks, everyone was playing catch up.

The library was trickling out the last few students for the evening, Aesop deciding to make his way back to the potions room to collect some papers to go over for the night. The halls were almost deserted, save for the few stragglers coming in from the storm. As Aesop turned the corner to the potions room, he noticed something that didn't seem right. A trail of water had been leading to the classroom itself. Aesop remembered he had mentioned his classroom being closed as he was to help study hall, so as he rounded the corner, he was shocked to believe the witch that sat in the class.

Lenore was soaked to the bone, shivering in front of the fire. Her eyes seemed distant, almost devoid of any emotion, yet the red puffy skin around her eyes was a close give away that it was not the case. She did not notice that he had approached her until he was nearly beside her. Lenore could not help but jump.

"I-I am so sorry, Professor! I did not mean to intrude, your door was unlocked and I had come to ask for something but clearly you're busy and-"

Aesop had not seen Lenore like this before. Usually she was entirely composed, to a care-free degree. She may have not been Amit, but she was one of the star students of the class, almost being here obsessively. It had been on his mind why a student would need so many wiggenweld and enduras potions, but he never really thought to ask.

Before he could cut in, Lenore looked into his eyes for a moment before completely breaking down, sobs wracking her body as they bounced off of the walls. Aesop had never really dealt with emotions like this, from students or adults. He was not particularly a graceful person when it came to feelings, but he knew that after what she had been through, what he himself had seen personally, it must have been a regular occurrence as of late.

Without speaking he gently led her by the shoulders to his desk, flicking his wand to close and lock the door to the class, knowing that she probably needed privacy in such a state. He pulled up a chair for her, quickly going to his office to retrieve a few items.

Lenore felt nothing short of embarrassed. This isn't what she wanted to happen, to have him see her like this. She did not want anyone to see her so broken. They were all feeling grief from the loss of Professor Fig, they had known him for so much longer, had those bonds with him. But, seeing the man she came to respect as a mentor, a teacher, a friend, die before her. The thought made another sob break from her chest. Lenore did not even notice the blanket being wrapped around her as Aesop returned, placing a cup of something in front of her. The smell wafted around her, sobs now morphing into soft cries.

Aesop knelt down beside her, trying his best to ignore the shooting pain in his leg as his hand softly fell on her shoulder.

"Miss Arkanos… deep breath."

It seemed to somehow break through her cloud of grief, Lenore looking at him as slowly, following Aesop, she breathed in and out, feeling her mind and body slowly relax. After a few minutes, she finally felt brave enough to take a sip of tea, eyes going wide.

"Like it?" Aesop chuckled, feeling confident enough to sit beside her in his chair. "Earl Grey, my personal stash. Brought it with me from home." He could see the worry in her eyes as she began to set down the cup. "No, no, drink." He watched her take another sip, the aroma clearly relaxing her shoulders.

"Thank you… for this." Her voice was meek, a frown pulling at the corners of Aesop's mouth. It didn't suit the confident witch he knew from class.

"No need to thank me. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not always the stern, gruff potions master they say I am." She noticed the slight smirk on his face, taking his own sip of tea. It put her at ease a little. Wiping her face, she let out a shuddering sigh.

They both sat there in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the crackling fire in the classroom and the occasional sip. Aesop took the moment to assess Lenore. Immediately, he noticed how she had not been sleeping, dark bags lining her eyes, eyes that were quite red and bloodshot. Her hair, usually somewhat well kept, if not for the stray leaf or branch, now sat as a mess on her head, clearly unbrushed. It was a familiar image to him, one that brought him back to his own time of personal grieving. For Emrick, for the life he had before. Never would he want anyone to experience that loss, that pain, that complete emptiness in their chest. But seeing it happen before him, he could feel his own wounds want to open.

"How did you do it?"

Her voice ripped him out of his thoughts, Aesop meeting her stare. He could see the tears beginning to form again as she sunk into the blanket. Lenore must have been tipped off at his confusion, as she sat herself up a little more.

"When… when you lost your partner… how did you get over it?" Her voice wavered, trying to take another deep breath to calm herself.

Aesop sat back for a moment, a fist to his mouth in thought. He could feel all the memories and emotions slowly come back, ones that had taken years for him to come to terms with and overcome. He knew, in this situation, he had the advantage of age and time. Nobody can prepare you for losing a loved one, to say Aesop was prepared was a vast understatement. But he was at an age where he could understand his emotions, the risks of his line of work.

The hardest part for him was not accepting the loss of a friend, it was accepting the responsibility that if it wasn't for him insisting they go to that boat, his partner would still be alive.

"I didn't."

Lenore looked up from the cup he was holding, eyes wide with confusion and shock. Aesop took a deep breath, leaning towards her.

"I won't lie to you Miss Arkanos, I still live with what has happened to this day. I don't think there will ever be a day where I.. get over it." Moving his chair a little closer, he leaned down to be at eye level. "But what I have done is learn to live with what has happened. To grow from it, and continue on, for them. Professor Fig was a brilliant man, and with the knowledge of how he cared for you, it would be safe to assume that he would want you to grow, to learn, and use it as a strength. You will always have his memories with you, his lessons and advice. Keep those close to you." He felt a lump growing in his throat, trying to swallow it down. "It is okay to grieve. Just know one day, you will know it is time to continue forward, for yourself, because you know they would want you to. With them in your heart."

Lenore sat there in silence for a moment, just staring at the man dumbfounded. She had heard so much about Professor Sharp, seen it with her own eyes. He was not one to open himself like this. She did see him express pride and happiness, but this, it felt so…. Tender. So real.

"Thank you…" she whispered, tears falling down her red cheeks as she took a deep breath in, making a small smile appear on her face.

"Also… I'll let you in on a secret that will make you feel a little better." Procuring a piece of paper, he scribbled something down, his writing obscured by the empty vials on his desk. When he handed her the paper, she noticed it was directions, with a password written beneath. "A special bathroom for Prefects. They like to keep it locked but that password should get you through. I feel some time in there might make you feel a little.. better."

Lenore could not help but give him a large smile, the first he had seen from her in weeks. "Thank you… for everything." After finishing her tea she was ready to get up and leave, eager to bathe and make herself feel somewhat human again. But as she was leaving, she felt him touch her shoulder again, placing a small vial in her hand.

"This should help you sleep as well. Just need to put a drop of it in whatever beverage you fancy before bed. And Miss Arkanos," his hand fell from her shoulder, his eyes sweet and tender. "If you ever need to discuss anything at all, or just need to brew potions as a distraction, my office is open to you." He was the one now to turn and leave, but something she said before walking out made him stop in his tracks.

"Professor Sharp… call me Lenore"

"So, Miss Shizuku, what can you tell about any of the events leading up to the incident between Miss Arkanos and Mister Rosier?" Aesop hadn't realised he had been silent, Aia snapping him back to reality with a cough.

"Well… honestly… it all seemed okay until Rosier came to the academy." He could see Aia tensing at the question, her fingers picking at each other nervously. "All of us thought the situation was pretty strange in itself."

"May I ask what situation?"

"Well, from what I know, it is extremely unlikely for someone to begin training as an Auror halfway through the first year, or any year for that matter." Aesop immediately sat up straight, a little taken aback.

"You mean, Rosier never started the academy with you?" He was baffled at the statement. Not once, through his time as an Auror, has anyone ever come into training halfway. Nobody would allow such a thing.

Aia nodded in response. "Some had asked the instructor, it seemed very strange. He had said it was a favour for the Minister." The picking continued. Aesop motioned for her to continue. "When he had started training with us, he had zeroed in on Lenore instantly. He demanded to spar with her every chance he got, he would always try to follow us, shouting insults to try and provoke a response." Aesop could feel anger boiling in his chest, the thought of her being cornered like that making his fist clench.

"Lenore was immediately paranoid of him. She had kept telling me she knew him from somewhere, that he had been following her." Aia took a moment to look around the room, then leaned in close. "I…. If I tell you something… can you promise you won't get me in trouble?" He could see the worry and fear in her eyes. This entire time, all other students had kept tight-lipped and silent, so he could only imagine the risk she was taking with this information. He nodded to her in response, a slight bit of tension leaving her.

"We… we snuck into the records office. She needed to know if she was right… and…"

"And?"

"There was nothing.." her voice was barely above a whisper. "No records, paperwork. Nothing." Aia swallowed, looking around again. "The day after… was when everything happened. She was terrified that something was going to happen. That he would hurt someone. I never expected her.."

Aesop leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath. "I understand. After what had happened… have you ever seen her again?"

"No, when she ran away, nobody saw her again until the attacks happened. I just… I can't believe it… I thought I knew her." Aia's voice wavered, Aesop noticing the tears in her eyes. He passed her a box of tissues, waiting for her to compose herself. Looking over his notes, he felt now there were far more questions than answers, frustration and uncertainty growing.

"I want to thank you for your time Miss Shizuku. I assure you that our conversation will be kept private. But I need to know if there is anything else you can tell me, anything that could help lead me to her." He was leaning in on his arms, his eyes showing a small hint of desperation to the woman across. For a moment he watched her think, staring down at her hands before looking back.

"Before what happened, she had let me know she was scared for the people she cared for… that she wanted to make sure they stayed safe. Mister Sharp… I know Lilium.. I know she isn't a killer but…" Aesop held up his hand, not wanting her to break down.

"Miss Shizuku… I promise that I will make sure she is found safely. I will find out what is going on. If anything else comes up, please let me know immediately." Aia nodded, and after a few minutes he watched her leave the office, taking a moment to look back to him with a worried expression.

Aesop felt this had started taking a step forward, now feeling like he had taken three steps back. How did she know Rosier? What did he know about her? The biggest question still on his mind still stared straight back at him, trying her best not to smile. Beside her, sat the names of all the students he remembered seeing her being her closest friends.

What did they know?

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