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Tuppence could do nothing but stare in amazement at the vast image before her. As the stone gateway swung open to reveal the inside, she gasped at the sheer magnitude of what lay before her.

Columns erected on both sides held the large room upright. Tens of  marble replicas of enhanced serpents lined the walls, fangs bore, targets trained. The blinding rippling reflections of the light bouncing off the calm motes of water, danced along the walls, gave the impression that this was something sacred. Beautiful, and preserved.

Not the death sentence that would choke you without a single wasted thought.

She climbed down, turning her head to stare at the other side of the walk way, where an erected marble slab stood watching them.

"Without you, I would never have known another individual who can almost keep up with me,' she replied, feeling the chill of the room hit her cheeks, 'plus you were ever so lovely when you broke someone's spirit." She gave him a smile, and began the trek across the bridge, the bottom of her shoes soaking  through. She felt him walking at a close distance.

Coming to the other side, the two Slytherin's stared in more detail at the decor that screamed humility.

"Dear old Slytherin must have really enjoyed his own face- it's terrifying, yet strangely beautiful, don't you find?" She said, seeing the turns and smoothness of the skin.

Turning to Baran, she dug into her pocket, and produced two thick pieces of cloth.

"Here,' she said, walking behind him to tie a the cloth around his eyes. Knotting it snugly, she used his shoulders as a means to brin him closer to her level. 'wouldn't want you dying before the fun began, now we would we? Plus I know how much you love to be bound..."

Taking his arm, she pulled him into position in the middle of the divided pathways, and stopped. 

"I need you to repeat after me, all right?" She asked, her voice low, all traces of amusement gone. This was important- they could die down here.

It was absolutely thrilling. 

"And now, simply to wake the King."

Tangled Sheets and Wet Pipe Dreams{{ Tuppence & Baran }}

“To be honest with you Tuppy, I’m still not sure if the thought of you learning new tricks is terrifying or arousing,” Baran replied as they weaved their ways through the dark, damp tunnels that seemed to go one for ages, “Perhaps I’ll go with both.”

He frowned at Tuppence’s quick mention of her father’s previous abuses. As much as he detested his own parents, he couldn’t imagine living with someone like the twin’s father, especially since Baran could remember him before he’d started beating his own children. “Charming man.” Baran mumbled under his breath.

The two traveled down the pathway in silence, clambering over rocks and debris when necessary and occasionally having to double back when thick-barred grates blocked their way, but soon he and Tuppence came to a stop in front of a wide door with stone snakes carved into the ancient looking locking mechanism.

“If nothing else you do have to admire his taste in decoration,” Baran replied to Tuppence’s comments as they examined the door, and he still wondered what the hell was in store for them on the other side.

“Your wish is my command,” he said with a mock bow. He faced the door, opening his mouth and once again speaking the low hissing language of the snake that he’d perfected after nearly a decade of practice. 

As he issued the words, the stone snakes seemed to come alive and shrink back against the lock as another one wound itself around the outer rim of the door lock. There was a loud mechanical click from a door and it slowly swung open from it’s position with the grating sound of rusted metal scraping against rock.

“What would you do without me, my dear?” Baran chuckled, stepping forward and climbing into the newly revealed tunnel. 

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It's amusing how you think Baran is the one you have to be worried about.

Help?

Baran’s hurting me

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Tuppence pouted teasingly in his direction.

"I just wanted to spice your life back up with something spontaneous, Baran.' she replied, 'after all, when's the last time something took you by surprise like that? In all honesty, I'm surprised you didn't see it coming; then again, I have learned some new tricks it seems."

She inhaled, letting her senses stretch beyond her, feeling the must and damp, and forbidden nature of the whole construct. 

"I kind of like it,' she grinned, taking a step forward, letting what seemed to be the rib cage of some discarded animal crunch and snap between her boots. 'reminds me of home when Pa used to stick us in the cellar."

They made their way along the shatters of organic life that littered the floor. A few times they had to help each other over the rubble and the obstacles, but for the most part, the only thing they encountered was some shortness of breath and the anxiety of what came beyond.

Turning the corner, Tuppence stopped as she went wide eyed at what lay infront of her.

It seemed that Salazer Slytherin spared no attention to detail when it came to his precious lair.

"A giant door with snakes intertwined,' she said, reaching out a hand to let her fingers take in the sense of touch; the rock was old, slightly withered from age, but incredibly sturdy. The material of the snakes tongue seemed raser sharp.

'How utterly predictable for our Founding Father."

Stepping back, she joined Baran at his side once more.

"How about you show me one last time how you use that tongue of yours when its not sucking skin?"

Tangled Sheets and Wet Pipe Dreams{{ Tuppence & Baran }}

“Damn it Tuppence!” Baran yelped as she easily pushed him forward and he plunged down into the dark tunnel. Though in hindsight, he should’ve really seen it coming. He slid down the winding damp tunnel beneath and he soon skidded feet-first into a large, round room.

A quick assessment of himself confirmed that he was indeed still alive, and Baran quickly rolled to the side when he heard Tuppence coming down the tunnel right behind him.

At least she seemed to have enjoyed the ride down. But then, she wasn’t pushed in without so much as a “Brace your legs” either.

“You know, love,” he grunted as he rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself back onto his feet, “As much as I usually enjoy you throwing me down at your leisure, I would appreciate a warning next time. Should you have need of my silver tongue again, my untimely death would put a damper on things.” 

Baran brushed all the grime and dust he could off of his clothes and looked around at the wide room they were in. Dust, debris, and what was probably decades worth of animal bones were scattered all around them, and he could hear the faint trickling of water beneath the cool breeze that was echoing through the tunnels. 

No one in their right mind would want to be down here, which would probably explain why he and Tuppence suddenly looked right at home.

“Well, I’ve certainly seen cleaner,” he commented, walking over to stand beside Tuppence once more as they made their way to a broad tunnel across the room, “Although it does have an eerie sort of charm to it.”

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Run This Town [ Fem Flinders & Fem Terror ]

The cold outside had nothing on the burn running through her veins. It pumped quickly, with a pounding in her head. Charms homework lay scattered along the small table she preoccupied in the common room, its eerie lake glow throwing her features into a kaleidoscope of sharp edges and venom.

She had done it.

It was open.

Now it was time to play.

But to whose rules would she follow?

Wayne's? The mudblood lover.

Luthor's?  The power hungry psychopath.

Her Father's. A hold she would never be able to tear.

How about her own?

She wasn't the heir to Slytherin, not by a long shot. But she had awoken something that was going to go down in long, oppressive cursive as a plight as terrifyingly beautiful endeavour.

So.

Would she relinquish credit?

Over my broken bones.  

Letting her eyes wander, she spotted her roommate enter the common room from their quarters. Selinda Flinders was off , more so in the past few weeks than she had ever seen before. She was guarding a secret, harbouring it close like greed had swept over her.

But the small smile that touched Selinda's face in those moments dead in the night, when Tuppence lay awake from the nightmares, there was something more.

Lust had a squeeze over the girl.

Lust could go fuck itself.

"Selinda." she called out, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

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Tuppence watched as her partner gazed down, her utterly smug attitude shinning through her pores at her own guesswork, her face, controlled into a tame smirk. Her hard persistance and quiet aura had allowed her to uncover one of Hogwarts' greatest secrets.

And now it was hers to tame.

She held herself back, however, knowing that they were only half way there. 

Finding the Chamber of Secrets was the uphill battle.

Opening it was a whole other can of flubberworms.

Taking her hand and lightly tracing it up Baran's spine as he stood looking down, she leaned down towards his ear.

"Only one way to find out, isn't there?" she purred, then ever so gently pushed him into the hole.

His surprise echoed off the tunnel walls, and she quickly jumped down after him.

Twisting and turning, her smile grew wide as her adrenaline climbed, her small shout of glee only being slightly masked by Baran's yell of terror.

She tumbled at the bottom, her hair blanketing the dark floor as her breath escaped her in puffs, her smile wide on her face.

"What a rush." She exclaimed, turning her chain to regard the older Slytherin. She panted, eyes lit up in excitement, letting them wander the grand entrance of the tunnel.

Musty covered walls, with the drip of water playing in the background. Bones. Bone everywhere. 

Propping herself up onto her feet, she let her head swivel, until they landed once more on the other Slytherin. Smirking at him with a full set of white teeth, she tilted her head.

"Coming, love?"

Tangled Sheets and Wet Pipe Dreams{{ Tuppence & Baran }}

“Your approval of my company is always an honor, Tuppence,” Baran said, grinning as he followed her down the hallway and towards the closest lavatory. It was almost a shame to leave the prefect girl, in his opinion, so unscathed, but work had to come before pleasure on a mission. Prefects never had much distance between one another, and there were only so many memories he could modify in one night. It was not an easy spell, after all.

“Well, this certainly brings back memories,” he commented as Tuppence led him into the girl’s lavatory and kicked the door shut behind them. Like Tuppence just casually reminded him, he hadn’t been in here since fucking that Ravenclaw in his Fifth year.

“I believe it was right down there, my dear,” he replied, pointing to one of the stalls at the far end of the row, “I’d almost forgotten. Perhaps it would have been a bit more memorable had that foolish girl been sober enough to remember.”

Chuckling at his own vague memories, Baran walked over to stand beside Tuppence, taking a moment to admire under glow under the moonlight before turning his gaze back to the water basins before he. 

Narrowing his eyes in concentration, Baran began to speak, but instead of words, low hissing noises came from his mouth. The hissing echoed against the basin for a moment until there was a low screech of metal, and Baran took a step back as the basins began to slide out of position to reveal a wide, gaping tunnel hidden beneath.

“Fascinating,” Baran remarked, stepping forward and gazing down into the dark tunnel that the rearranged basins revealed, “So tell me, love, what exactly is waiting down there for us?”

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The heat pooling in her belly was a sensation she had felt all too desperately in the older boy's company. It had been something she hadn't felt in many nights alone sitting the dungeon common room, watching with amusement as he inflicted pure anxiety on his pray.

It was something Baran Flinders had perfected in his years at the school; it was also a completely intoxicating sight to witness.

"As much as you already know how much I detest wasting opportune moments to ruin someone such as these, I do love it when you remind me why my choices in life are spectacular,' Tuppence replied, cracking her sore neck, 'letting you tag along was a good thought."

Turning on her heel, she continued down the hallway with purpose, the stride of her boot strong and adrenaline filled. Pushing open the doors to the girl's second floor lavatory with the toe of her boot, she took a few steps forward, and stopped, waiting for Baran to follow her in.

As the door shut behind the two Slytherin's, the silence of the bathroom echoed around them. The silver lighting from the moon cascaded around them, illuminating Tuppence's pale skin like a torch light.

"Bet this is like deja-vu to you, isn't it?" She chimmed, chuckling at the older boy. "Tell me- which stall was it when you took that silly Ravenclaw's virginity in here 2 years ago? " she teased. How the two of them would attempt to one up the other, always friendly fire and competition. Friction and silk. 

Stepping over to the large water basin situated in the middle, she leaned against it slightly. Using one long hand, she began to twist at knobs, the screech of the old metal pouncing on their ears. 

No water came.

Smirking deviously, she turned to  regard him.

"I need your snake tongue for this one Flinders."

Tangled Sheets and Wet Pipe Dreams{{ Tuppence & Baran }}

Baran smiled as he watched the sight before him; of all the things he enjoy about Tuppence Terror’s company, watching her deal with her prey was by far the best. She knew how to play the game and she played it well, unlike his brutish brother who just punched things without relishing any of the potential for fun.

It was, in it’s own way, one of her most endearing qualities.

“An inspiring display as always. You truly have a knack for these things, my dear.” Baran chuckled, giving her a nod as she stepped back to leave the prefect to him.

“You know, as amusing as her little prefect title is to me,” Baran spoke as he walked forward to stand in front of the Hufflepuff girl, “The fact that she thinks she can threaten us by docking points is even more amusing. It really shows you what a small world these simpletons live in when the loss of a few of those ridiculous house points can be considered a punishment.”

Kneeling down so he was eye-level with the shaking girl, Baran took his wand out and tapped it against the her forehead, relishing the fear in her eyes.

“As you said, there are so many things we could do with her right now, love, but time may be of the essence right now,” Baran spoke to Tuppence over his shoulder.

The prefect started to relax at his words, but Baran’s smirk told her that no, he wasn’t going to let her walk away from this unscathed. “However, we can’t have a certain someone reporting this either, can we? “

Before she could move, he pointed his wand at the girl again, reciting a spell under his breathe. He watched as the prefect’s body briefly tensed up and then went slack, a glossy look coming over her eyes.

“False memory charm,. Lovely little thing, really.” Baran spoke again to Tuppence, This silly little Puff will come to in a moment or so. She won’t remember our faces, our voices, or even what colors we wore. But she’ll know that someone was here, that someone overpowered her so easily, and that if she ever considers going to a professor about these, we will find her again and we won’t be in a hurry next time.” Baran straightened up, still watching the girl as the glazed look started to slowly leave her eyes.

“There are many things out there worse than death, love, and we can see to it that you suffer through every one of them,” Smirking again, he tucked his wand back into his robe pocket before turning to face Tuppence. “Shall we keep moving then, Tuppy?”

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[[ Decided to ring in 2013 with some adorable art, you guys are very welcome. ]]

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Well I had a good time last night...

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What's the matter Mr. Prefect- don't you want to play?

-chokes on own spit- TUPPENCE…Uh, sorry, I’ll, uhhh…I’ll get out of your way…

-starts to duck away-

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magic-marvin started following you

Well well well... Marvin White.

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