“I meant to apologize to you after the trial, actually.”
Potter huffs out a half-laugh. “After the trial? You mean, when you punched me in the face?”
“Yes, that’s correct,” Draco says, giving a small smile. “You just looked… particularly punchable that day.”
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First ever published fic is up!!!!! I honestly had so much fun writing this. I gush about Val (ValravnFeathers) in the notes but another HUGE thank you to her for the incredible beta <3
Title: Tangled Up in Midnight Memories (and you)
Description: In which Hogwarts brings in a Mind Healer they all desperately need, inter-house unity inspires socials, the eighth years turn socials into games of truth or dare (Thank you, Pansy), and dares turn Draco into Harry’s.
TOP 28 LEGENDS OF SUPERFLARROW CHARACTERS (as voted by my followers)
↳ #24: Kendra Saunders → “There’s a whole other life inside of me. Hundreds of lives that I need to know about. I think I need to do it by myself. I have to… embrace my destiny. I have to believe.”
“You don’t know what kind of dirty policemen are they!” He was starting to get impatient, he bought her some time to run away and not to be seen with him. cautiously, he peeked through the windows to see them still looking around for him. “I don’t want you to get caught in such a mess, so just go!!”. He grunted in pain, damn! why this woman is so difficult(?).
You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.
It’s official. Let’s welcome Anti to the party everyone!!
The next few months go by without anything major happening. It feels rather normal accept Dark become a rather consistent fixture in your home. After a long day at work you can almost guarantee Dark will be sitting on your couch, occasionally actually lounging on your cough, with a book in hand.
“Dark, are you hungry?” you ask poking your head from the kitchen. You blink and look around. Dark had just been on the couch. Stepping into the dinning room space you look up the hallway to your bed room. You see a quick shadow in your bed room. “Dark?” you call walking into your bed room.
No one greets you. With a low growl you look around the room. “Dark, if you're playing around I don't find this funny.” you say loud enough for your voice to carry in your apartment. When he doesn't respond you cross your arms over your chest and force yourself to take a calming breath. Being scared on purpose by other is never okay with you. The only exception had been your surprise party.
Too many times in your child hood had your brothers hidden themselves just to jump out at you and frighten you. “Dark!” you shout angrily.
Hearing footsteps behind you, you turn, noticing the slight electrical charge in the air. “Dark...” your voice fails you as you stand facing Antisepticeye. “Anti.” you correct quickly.
“Ah, you remembered me. I'm touched.” Anti says stepping closer to you. You back away from him.
“What are you doing in my home?” you ask trying to remain calm. Dark had warned you away from Anti, telling you about his fears you'd be in danger due to their rivalry.
“Let's just say, I'm here to make a house call.” Anti says disappearing before your eyes in a flash of green electricity. It really is an amazing sight but you can't admire the beauty in it. With a short squeak of fear you rush towards the door, praying Dark will return from wherever he went off to.
You don't get far. A mere two feet from your bed room door a hand grabs your shoulder, jerking you around to face Anti as he slams you into the wall behind you. The force of the impact shakes the photos on your wall, a few falling down to the ground. You hear a few frames crack and shatter.
“Ah, don't go runnin' off, love. Here I thought we'd have a nice conversation.” Anti says keeping you pressed into the wall. It takes everything in you not to cry out. You're whole spine seems to ache and throb with pain and it feels like you've cut yourself on something behind you.
“It's rude to injure your host, Anti.” You manage to say fighting through the pain. You don't want to show any kind of weakness in front of Anti.
Anti chuckles, you hear a slight, almost electric crackling to his laughter. You glare up at him. “I think we both know we aren't playing house.” Anti tells you leaning in close. His nose brushes ever so slightly against your cheek and ear as he inhales. “You smell like him.” he remarks pulling away to look you in the eye. “Tell me, is he a good fuck?”
“How dare you?” you shout, glaring daggers at this green shaded demons spawn. “There is nothing like that happening here.” you quickly add, not mentioning the thought has been in your mind for some time now. Anti doesn't need to know the depth, or rather intimacy level of your relationships with Dark. You refuse to give Anti that much insight to Dark's personal life. “I'm a good friend.” you lie hoping he'd take your words at face value.
Ant does not. His smile widens to an almost painful looking point. You cringe away when he leans closer to you. The slit in his throat dripping blood. You can't tell if he does it on purpose or not. “Oh, believe me, darlin', I know yer more than a friend.” he tells you.
Turning your head you close your eyes and silently call out for Dark. Usually Dark responds to your calls, whether aloud, in your dreams, or even just in your mind. It makes you wonder why he's not coming this time...
“Don't bother calling out for him. Mr. Gloom is busy on a wild goose chase.” Anti says using his abilities to teleport the pair of you into your living room. He plops you down on your couch, you can now properly feel the cut on the back of your arm.
“I need a bandage.” you tell Anti as he looks around your house. You have a feeling he's been in your house before. “Anti, please. I need to go to the kitchen for bandages.” you say again earning Anti's attention.
“Using yer sweet words on me now, eh? Is that how you got the fearsome Dark wrapped around yer finger?” Anti asks snapping his fingers and a first aid kit drops in your lap.
“I don't have Dark wrapped around my finger, Anti. I offered him companionship without strings or expectations.” you say setting the kit out on the coffee table before you. You get the anticeptic wipes and open them, biting down on your lip as you press it against your skin and slowly wipe over the wound and dried blood.
Hissing you realized the extent to the wound. It's deeper than you had guessed and it may even need stitches. Stopping you set the wipe down on the table and feel a little light headed from how tense you'd gotten. Taking a few steady breaths you press clean gauze to your arm and hold it tight, trying to breath through the pain.
Anti watches you with fascination as you start to dress your wound using a gauze like cling wrap. He has to admit there is a kind of beauty to you. He can see why Dark is so infatuated by your very presence that he wards all away from you.
“W-why are you here, Anti? If Dark is on a wild goose chase, what could you need here?” you ask finding the acetaminophen bottle and shake out three tablets into your hand. You feel drained now. It's been a long time since you've been injured on this level, and you can tell by the feeling of the gauze you'll need to get medical attention for the gash in your arm.
“You, my dear.” Anti says sitting on the coffee table in front of you.
You frown at him and say, “I need to get some water, unless you're going to provide that for me too...” A glass of ice water appears in your free hand. You frown at Anti. You mean, it'd be cool under better circumstances.
“What? No thank you?” Anti says jokingly with you.
“If you hadn't been the cause of my injury I would, but you are, so I'm not.” You say quickly taking the tablets before setting the glass down on the table. “What do you want, Anti?” you ask staring the Irishman down. “I like your human counterpart better.”
“I'm sure you would, that little good boy.” Anti grouses glaring back at you. You shrug your shoulders at him. He doesn't speak for a few seconds more before smirking and saying, “you seem to like to make deals with demons, what's say we make a deal?” Anti asks leaning towards you.
You continue to frown at Anti. “I don't deal with idiots.” You want to say, however you do not actually utter the words aloud. “No. I've done enough dealing for one lifetime.” you respond watching Anti smirk again at you. He pulls away.
“I'm sure there is something you want.” Anti responds coolly. You can tell he is trying to scheme.
“I'm not biting, Anti.” you say instantly regretting your word choice. Before you can raise your hands to fight him off, Anti is straddling your waist, his stronger hands holding you at bay with ease.
“Don't mind if I do,” he laughs manically before sinking his suddenly jagged teeth into the soft flesh of your neck. You scream, your voice bouncing off the walls as Anti clamps down harder.
It feels like an eternity but no sooner did he bite you, Anti is looming over you. Your blood dripping from his lips. You feel your heart thunder in your chest as you stare up at him with pure fear in your eyes. How can anyone do that and look so pleased with himself? You can't even press your hands to your neck to stop the flow of blood, Anti is still keeping your hands prison within his.
“Awe, look at you. Red is definitely your color, dear.” Anti says admiring his handy work. “But, my mother taught me to share.” He adds smirking as a cut appears on the palm of his free hand. Your heart stops as the realization of his actions.
“No, stop!” you shout twisting your head to try an avoid the black looking blood from making it to your lips. Anti laughs like the madman he is as he presses his hand over your mouth, his fingers pinching your nose.
“Don't be rude.” Anti chuckles as you gasp, dragging in air and Anti's black blood. You instantly start to cough, gagging in the process as the dark liquid slides down your throat. Your whole body convulses as it absorbed into you body.
“ANTI!” Dark's voice booms somewhere in the background as you develop tunnel vision and your hearing get further away. You would feel relieved at Dark's voice, but you're incapable to doing or feeling anything. You vaguely see flashes of red and green, dark shadows passing through your limited vision and the distant sound of things breaking around you, but nothing is making it to you.
You muscles contract and relax at a rapid rate and your jaws snap open and closed with no pattern as you shake. Your muscles feel so tight to the point of painful before relaxing for brief seconds. Everything hurts and tears spring to your eyes as you fall to your side and then to the floor. You want to stand up, to scream in pain but nothing is responding to your commands.
Your breathing is labored and difficult. Your lungs are burning. Your muscles are burning. Your vision is going completely back and all noise is gone. Very slowly your body relaxes and you slip into the darkness that provides you with release from the pain...
The screams had finally died away. She had heard them all night long, curled up in her little hiding place in the hollow bit of fallen tree. She was a coward. She admitted it as she took careful steps over rocky ground. The fog had rolled in an hour ago, when the fighting had reached its peak. Now it clung to the ground like a blanket; cold and damp and blinding. She wished it would muffle her footsteps, but each step echoed out around her, each crunching rock rang in her ear. She crouched low to the ground, ready to drop at any sound resembling a blaster. Coward. She had hidden, clinging to the little blaster she had been given. She had hidden, listening to more and more of her comrades died. She had hidden, watching shapes run by through the fog, being cut down one after another. She knew why she had hidden. He was here. She could feel him. How he had found them again so quickly, she didn’t know; but he had. But she wasn’t ready. She couldn’t face him. Not alone. Not yet. Coward.
((I’ve been a little obsessed with Star Wars lately. Wrote this little piece at work yesterday. No idea if it’ll develop, or where it’s going. We’ll see!))
