attempted sexual assault, doppelganger, tbo offshoot
Thandi sees Charlie approach, a small smile on his face. He comes up behind her as she organizes her files, kissing her neck, loving on her.
“Oh! Charlie!”
“Hey, honey…” He presses against her from behind and Thandi quirks a brow.
“Are you all right, darling?”
“More than.” She feels his fingers trace to her front and she reddens, feeling that excitement starting. They’re in her research lab, potions brewing and… well, he should know better.
“Charlie, this isn’t really…”
His teeth on her neck make her squeak.
“Charlie, no, really. Maybe tonight?” Thandi’s face is so hot. He’s grinding against her and she’s excited by the shape of him.
“It’ll be okay, dearest. It’s fine.”
No. This isn’t like him. No matter how much he wanted her, he would never push her into it. She wriggles out of his grip, moving towards the door. “What is wrong with you, Charlie?!”
He smiles, puts his hands on his hips. That smile is off. It’s. Wrong, somehow. It’s. It’s not crooked. It’s not shy. He doesn’t even have the hint of that familiar blush, and he seems… predatory. “Thandi. Honey. It’s fine. I’ll be careful.”
“I said no!” Has he gotten into something strange? She approaches him, putting her hands on his face, looking into his eyes. He chuckles, and it’s familiar enough that it makes her uneasy. There’s nothing wrong with his eyes. His hands on her wrists—his hands are as they always are. It’s just that…
He stares into her face, eyes half-lidded, and she sees him lick his lips. A chill runs through her and he presses her into a kiss, grabbing onto her hard, slamming her against the wall. This isn’t him.
Thandi bites down on his tongue, tries to shove him backwards. He pulls back, blood spurting into her mouth as he does so. His features are twisted in anger and he goes to to bite down on her neck—
She slams a knee into his groin—
His hold weakens—
She pulls her wand—
“Incendio!”
Her lab goes up in flames, and so does he. For a moment, her heart is gripped in fear. A blackened corpse with her husband’s face lays amid the crackling fire eating her potion ingredients. And then, it’s not him. It’s so obviously not him. An illusion.
Thandi is still shaking as tears trickle down her face. She sways through the door, only to bump into Charlie. The fear on her face is obvious, and Charlie panics.
“Thandi?! What—what happened?! I heard you shouting, heard—oh, gods—your lab—is that a body?!”
The relief is so much that Thandi laughs as she cries, clinging onto him. He holds her, confused, but he’s there. She wonders: how could she ever had mistaken anyone else for him?
And why… did someone try to trick her like this…?