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Hey, everyone sorry I haven't posted anything in a while but I really just needed to take a break from everything. I'm back now and my brain is overflowing with ideas and inspiration so hopefully I'll start posting regularly now. Thank you for being patient with me hope you all have a good day/night xx

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Remember this? Yeah me too. It lasted less than a day. That's actually pathetic oh my god. I'm like, so bad at following a schedule and stuff but let's try this again, yeah?

Cool. Hopefully it'll work this time.

Wish me luck guys.

I've been thinking.

Dangerous. I know.

But I think I'm gonna start posting little pieces of my writing on here every day if I can. It might not be parts of my fic, could just be anything really, stuff I wrote based on random prompts, poems, random drabbles, whatever. Hopefully it'll help me to be more creative and get over my writer's block.

Another thing I'm gonna start posting more about the maraurders in general and the way I've characterised them myself on here, so then maybe I'll get all like "Oooh Maraurders!" And then write more of my fic, you know?

Anyways, we'll see whether or not this lasts.

Have a good day and look after yourselves, drink some water, go outside if you can and have a good rest of your day/night.

Day 1 of writing something everyday:

There's a knock on the door, the wizard stands, one hand on his wife's arm the other slightly behind him, reaching for a vial half full of a blue tinted liquid. When he got to the door, his heart stopped.

The Demon.

He hadn't thought. It had been so long, since he'd made the decision to bargain with one of hell's finest.

He opened the door, taking a single breath and standing up as straight as he could.

"Ah, Damien. How lovely to see you again. I hope this isn't a bad time." The Demon smiled. All teeth.

"No, no. It's fine. You're here for the child I suppose?"

At that, Damien heard a noise from behind him, his wife had stood and started walking to the door, waving him off when he reached out a hand to steady her.

"Wait. You sold your firstborn? To this?" She frowned, creases collecting on her brow as she considered something.

"I take full offense to that my dear Emily." This from the demon, whose eyes had not once left the child since it had come into view. "If you don't mind, I'm quite busy. Chaos and strife, you know. So I'll just take the baby and go. Yes?"

"No." This voice was new. Damien didn't recognise it but clearly Emily did. Her face darkened.

"Ash." Her voice was little more than a whisper, yet it carried on some invisible breeze. Ash smiled, a soft thing. Warm and enticing though Damien got the idea that those weren't two traits typically associated with Ash.

"Little Warlock." They greeted. "How much you've grown! And look, your firstborn. Exactly as I'm owed. So if you would please, child."

Damien stood for a moment, then before even the birds could chirp in the trees, "We both sold our firstborns. To different people."

Emily nodded. Ash looked at the demon. The demon looked at Ash. They both sighed.

"Well. Which bargain was made first? That should decide who gets the firstborn. The other will have to wait for the secondborn." This was put forward by Ash. The demon grumbled but offered no complaints.

"June 3rd 1998, 12:45:34" Emily and Damien looked at each other, they had both made the same bargain, at the exact same time.

"Right. Well that's just fantastic isn't it? What do you have to say to this then, Ash? Any more clever little ideas from you?" The demon turned to face Ash, hands on hips, hair slipping loose from the intricate braid it had previously been in.

"Do be quiet, Alice. You'll strain your voice. Then what will we do. No more chaos and strife for you." Ash sniped back, "I suppose we'll just. Have to. Share." Ash grimaced as though they had been asked to live with a drakon, who quite famously did not get on with faeries, instead of having shared custody of a child with a demon.

Alice froze, further arguments falling silent on their lips like charred, withering leaves slowly crumbling in the blaze burning in her eyes. Then she turned. "Can I see it?"

Emily stepped forward holding the baby out for Alice to see. It was strange. The baby. In that it hadn't once cried. Just sat there. Staring. Watching. As if it already knew everything that had and would ever happen. As if it already knew that the people who had brought it into this world, were not the ones it would grow to care for. As if it already knew that its fate was predetermined, had been for years before its birth.

Ash stepped up, quiet awe etched over their features. They only looked up again when Alice spoke.

"Maybe that wouldn't be too bad."

"Yeah. Maybe."

Damien looked at Emily, who raised an eyebrow back. He turned to the two beings in his garden. "Well then. Payment fulfilled." Emily handed Alice the baby and the two of them turned back to their house.

Before they could go, however, Ash's soft voice reached them. "What's its name?"

Damien looked to Emily. Emily looked to Damien.

"She's called Eve." Emily smiled and took Damien by the hand leading into the house. Leaving, Alice and Ash to take their new baby home, while the two of them settled into their seats and watched Sasha, their secondborn twin, play with the faerie and the demon and the baby toys she had in front of her in an eery mimic of the scene still frozen through the windows.

Have a good day/night wherever you are and look after yourselves. Drink some water, maybe get some sleep or some fresh air if you can. See you next time xx.

A male wizard sells his future firstborn for knowledge to a demon. A female warlock sells her future firstborn to the fae for power. The two of them have a child together, and now the fae and demon have come to collect.

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I've been thinking.

Dangerous. I know.

But I think I'm gonna start posting little pieces of my writing on here every day if I can. It might not be parts of my fic, could just be anything really, stuff I wrote based on random prompts, poems, random drabbles, whatever. Hopefully it'll help me to be more creative and get over my writer's block.

Another thing I'm gonna start posting more about the maraurders in general and the way I've characterised them myself on here, so then maybe I'll get all like "Oooh Maraurders!" And then write more of my fic, you know?

Anyways, we'll see whether or not this lasts.

Have a good day and look after yourselves, drink some water, go outside if you can and have a good rest of your day/night.

Hey guys heres one of my favourite extracts from the literally story I'm currently writing:

TW: Descriptions of pain, blood, fainting, and fighting.

Devan hit the ground and felt pain blossoming in his nose. Great. Just what he needed a broken, bloody nose as well as a broken rib. Blood trickled onto the floor as he scrambled to get to his feet. Wiping his sleeve across his face Devan tried to clean off some of the blood but inky succeeded in smearing it to his ear. Grabbing hold of him again, the lady pressed on his ribs and he cried. The pain was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Like fire, roaring through his blood. He fought against the darkness tugging at the corners of his vision. He would not black out. He would not black out. She jabbed her fingers into the place where his ribs where now misshapen and burning. Darkness offered him salvation from the pain. He gave in. Stopped fighting. Stopped.

Hope you guys liked it, please let me know what thought and if you think I can improve it please let me know how xx

Lots of love to you all have a good day/night x

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