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@rcbynfvnty​

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Will let out a sigh, trailing behind his grandmother towards the underground ring. Why he’d ever agreed to this, Will had no fucking clue. He hated every part of the idea, but Agnes had argued he worked too much and he was pretty sure she was trying to set him up with one of the fighters. Rolling his eyes at his grandmother’s antics, the boy dragged his feet closer towards the ring, eyes scanning across the room — landing upon a rather HANDSOME looking figure. Will gulped, attractive, shirtless men. Everywhere. Yup, he definitely hated Agnes with a passion. Turning towards the older woman, Will realised he lost her in the crowd, letting out a groan. “FUCK,”. Desperately, he turned towards one of the fighters, swallowing his nerves as he tapped the other on the shoulder, trying not to notice how ATTRACTIVE the other was. “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt but have you seen a crazy, alcoholic, white haired woman? Bout 90. Absolutely mental?”

@smellslikenirvana

     LIVING LIFE as an underground fighter was never part of the plan, but after his second term of obligation for the S.E.A.L.s, Nikolai thirsted after something action packed and that’s what led him to being dragged by one of his partners the first time round, eventually leading to an unhealthy obsession. He knew it was wrong, dangerous, but so was serving his time overseas, so was avoiding the PTSD that came from his time in combat. He’d rather lash out at those asking for it as opposed to innocent civilians. 

     That night, Nikolai had made no plans to fight, but instead bid on a pal in the ring, observe from the sidelines, but LAST MINUTE , someone backed out leading him to suit himself for one of the upcoming rounds. He didn’t mind, of course, just hated coming to the ring unprepared. So, with his eyes glued on his friend as he fought as though his life depended on it, he nearly swung a punch as someone had the nerve to interrupt him, only to find himself apologizing seconds later. “ AND i’m sorry to almost knock you out, you do realize this is a fighting rink? You should be careful when approaching people prepping for their next fight,” he spoke smugly, lips tugging into a smirk as he found himself instantly intrigued by the other. 

    “ You must be talking about Agnes, huh? If I know her, she’s getting herself ready to take over the mic, BIG TOM hasn’t a clue what he’s doing.” a loud chuckle interrupted, though was drowned out into the noise of the crowd. “ You her date for the night? Don’t tell me she’s trying to drag you into being a fighter?” He teased, before noting the similarities between him and the old woman. “ No, you must be her grandson, gotta say, you better talk her out of describing you as being weak, because you sure look like you’ve got some muscle on you.” He winked, though not meaning to be flirtatious, naturally it came off that way. 

Will’s eyes widened as the other almost swung for him. “BLOODY HELL, you lot take this shit far too seriously. Yes, I do, it goes against everything I believe in as a doc-” Will caught himself, face falling at his own words as he almost mentioned his old profession. However, as the other smirked, Will felt his cheeks INSTANTLY heat up. Oh boy.

“Yup, that’d be her.” His hands instantly fell to his face, burying it in them for a brief moment. “She’s a NIGHTMARE, honestly. I thought she was joking about being a regular to an underground fight ring, but I was so, very, wrong.” At the word date, Will burst into laughter, a genuine grin appearing on his lips. “Bloody hell, no. Yeah, I’m her grandson. Will. Wait, wait, wait -- she talks about me? OF COURSE, she does.” Will sighed, shaking his head before his face turned beet red at the boys comment and wink to go with it. Will wished the ground would swallow him whole. “So, uh, Yeah. Hi. I’m Will --- ANNNND, I already said that. Oh good fucking lord, someone shoot me.... ANNND I said that out loud.” Will groaned, this could not go any worse. Bloody hell.

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bombshellvixen:

“You can’t even call it school, it’s more like… an indoor playground.” She replied with a small laugh. “Maybe I should start bringing back some old, dead rats and put them in your bed, then?” She proposed, but it wasn’t long until she looked away. Although she should be used of her walking around in underwears, it had always made Darlene a little uncomfortable to see her like that. “What do you even have against clothes, anyway?”

“SHUSH,” Harlow scoffed. “You dare do that and I’ll use my pixie mojo on you and we both know that can end messy.” The brunette waggled her finger at her friend, before rolling her eyes. “Um, clothes suck. If you didn’t BLUSH everytime I stripped to my underwear I’d be utterly naked, but I’ll save you the embarassment,” She shot her friend a wink. “BESIDES. We’ve been friends for years. We’ve seen each other in nothing but diapers before.”

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@rcbynfvnty​

“Have you seen these people? Half of them can’t even get half way through a conversation without making some cruderemark, the other half only want to discuss money and everything but quidditch. What’s the point?” A slight whine to her voice as she spoke, something only reserved for the company of Ed. “ I think I’d rather wear a bin bag, this looks like someone’s creepy fetish come to life. Maybe this is someone’s attempt to sweep me off my feet, and snatch me away from underneath your breath, hmm?” She teased, reaching forward for the attire. She couldn’t risk her quidditch contract now.

“Mm, but we’d have so much more fun, just the two of us, don’t you think?” she whispered in a sultry tone as she leaned in closer, lips barely touching his. “No false grins, no pretending to enjoy ourselves but instead ACTUALLY enjoying ourselves, or shall I just taunt you the entire evening?” An alluring laugh echoed against his lips, filling the room as she pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But HEY, if you’d rather us spend our evening with a bunch of old, rich and power hungry males, who am I to get in the way?” with a soft smirk, Emma finally pulled back to step into the dress, unable to hold back the grimace.

“ Even if it’s not that bad, I may be tempted to convince you to do just that for my own amusement, given that no one tries to help in escorting us to St. Mungo’s, of course.”

“SO? Just sass them and walk away, that’s what you did when you first met me,” Ed chuckled, shaking his head at the fond memory. “The point is, love, you have no choice.” His lips quirked into an amused smile, before laughing. “I mean, you could say fuck it and go naked,” Wiggling his eyebrows, his expression fell at her comment before he arched his eyebrow, “I’d KILL anyone that tried to take you from me, darling.” His tone was teasing, but there was an underlying truth to his words. If anyone tried to hurt Emma, he’d go MENTAL.

“Oh you know we would, I’d worship every. single. part of you,” He murmured, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “You even TRY and taunt me and you’ll regret it, sweetheart.” Ed waggled his finger at her, his lips curving upwards at her laugh. “Ugh, I’d rather not, but it’s your career. I’d personally rather RIP that dress off your body and--” As she began to dress, Ed cut himself off, trying not to smirk at the sight of the dress. 

“That is true, just tell them I don’t like people surrounding my deathbed,” 

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bombshellvixen:

“That doesn’t count. All we did was crafts and play games, of course that was interesting.” She commented with a grin. “And how so? It’s not like I’m raising corpses from the dead. Well…” Of course, that was something she could do, but she wasn’t exactly in control yet, and couldn’t keep them alive for more than a few minutes at best. “I bet you’ll be cuddling within minutes.” She joked before sitting next to her friend.

“It SO counts,” Harlow rolled her eyes. “YET.” The brunette dramatically wiggled her eyes at her friend, brushing back her hair to reveal her pointed ears. “Buuuuullshit,” She sang, shaking her head. Tugging at the oversized sweater she was wearing, Harlow huffed, before quickly pulling the item of clothing over her head, so that she was in nothing but her pyjama shorts and bra. “stupid clothes,” she muttered, snuggling back into the pillows behind her.

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Will let out a sigh, trailing behind his grandmother towards the underground ring. Why he’d ever agreed to this, Will had no fucking clue. He hated every part of the idea, but Agnes had argued he worked too much and he was pretty sure she was trying to set him up with one of the fighters. Rolling his eyes at his grandmother’s antics, the boy dragged his feet closer towards the ring, eyes scanning across the room --- landing upon a rather HANDSOME looking figure. Will gulped, attractive, shirtless men. Everywhere. Yup, he definitely hated Agnes with a passion. Turning towards the older woman, Will realised he lost her in the crowd, letting out a groan. “FUCK,”. Desperately, he turned towards one of the fighters, swallowing his nerves as he tapped the other on the shoulder, trying not to notice how ATTRACTIVE the other was. “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt but have you seen a crazy, alcoholic, white haired woman? Bout 90. Absolutely mental?”

@smellslikenirvana

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bombshellvixen:

She couldn’t help a small laugh from escaping at Harlow’s words. “Have you ever even tried to put an effort in school? At literally any given time in your life?” She joked, trying to remember a time her friend was trying at school, but failing miserably at it. “Because they are the best? When else can you witness an old doll possessed by some evil spirit and trying to murder everyone?” Given, she was maybe a little too enthusiastic about horror films, but she truly loved them. And it wasn’t long until a grin settled on her face when Harlow replied. “As if I would get scared! You’ll be the one hiding under the covers.” Darlene replied, taking no more time before picking up the remote.

“UH, yes. Course I have. When I was like… FOUR?” Harlow grinned sheepishly, poking her schoolbooks with her toe. “You know, have I ever told me, you legitimately freak the shit out of me sometimes?” Harlow laughed, shaking her head at her friend’s enthusiasm. “Will not!” Letting out another scoff, Harlow fluffed up her pillows before leaning against them, patting for her friend to come and sit next to her. 

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bombshellvixen:

With a loud, exasperated sigh, Darlene closed the book that had been open in front of her for a good few hours now. She did manage to get a good part of her assignment done, but her mind was drawing a blank now, which meant she needed a break. “And I can’t do this anymore!” She as she left her chair to head towards her bed. Not long after dropping on top of it. She remained there for a few minutes, just staring at the ceiling, before rolling to her side to take a glance at her friend. “Do you wanna watch something? I’m in the mood for some Exorcist or Evil Dead kinda movie. Are you down?” She asked, a small smile lingering on her lips as she waited for an answer.

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At the sound of a sigh, Harlow let out a scoff from where she was sprawled across her bed, a comic book dangling from her fingers. “I gave up like-” Harlow paused, pressing her fingers to her chin, pretending to think, “Four months ago.” At the silence, Harlow’s eyes rolled skyward, before she brought her comic book back up to eye level, gaze skimming the pages. “Ugh, why do you always insist on horror?” The brunette pulled a face as her friend finally broke the silence, placing her comic book on the side before swinging her legs round so she was sitting up on her bed. “But fine, as long as we can cuddle if you get too scared,” She teased jokingly, full and well knowing she was more likely to get scared than Darlene was.