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MISLEADIN' ME SERIES: CHAPTER THREE

HATARAT

⊳ Gojo Satoru x f!reader

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Genre: angst, fluff, adventure, sci-fi, cosmology.

Chapter warning&tags : ooc, mentions of blood, pus, arthropods and food; profanity, suggestive themes

Words count: ~12.5k

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An unpleasant feeling pressed shamefully on your chest. You sat in your workroom replaying in your head the events that had happened a few minutes ago hiding your face in the palms of your hands. That weight was driven deeper beneath your ribs by a pair of green eyes across the room staring fixedly at you as if wanting to leave a burnt mark on your skin.

"If I'm understanding ya correctly," Rachel began saying squinting her eyes. "The first time in your life guy took your hand and the first thing ya did was put a dagger to his throat?"

"Technically, he didn't take my hand, he grabbed it," you tried to parry pulling your hands away from your face and glancing at Rachel. She only raised her eyebrows skeptically at your words causing you to grimaced your face and burrow back into your palms. "God," you squeaked into the skin of your hands.

"Come on, sis," Rachel leaned back in her chair and laughed. "I think our dad has long since resigned himself to the fact that ya're going to die a spinster."

"Don't bring Frank into this, it's none of his business," you mumbled sighing heavily. "In fact, don't tell him about it at all."

"Oh, come on," Rachel said cheering you up. "Ya know he says sensible things sometimes. The peace of mind and safety of mankind is a good thing, but ya shouldn't forget personal happiness."

"Since when does this 'personal happiness' consist of just marrying me off?" you muttered with skepticism in your voice.

"Who said anything about getting married, dumbass," Rachel moved toward you only to flick her long burgundy fingernails across your forehead. "Let's start by saying that it's easier to deal with adversity with 'your' man and it's less sad to die alone," the red-haired girl said with a soft sadness in her voice, her shoulders slumping a little as if nostalgia was smothering them from behind.

"Rach-" noticing her faded look, you started in an apologetic tone, but Rachel shaking her head from side to side, immediately interrupted you.

"Forget it, it wasn't your fault," she grinned, her green eyes brightening again and she immediately changed the subject. "There's no way in hell I'm going to believe you're running around with that white-haired guy just because..." Rachel stammered hesitating. "By the way, why are you running around with him in the first place?"

"His kids asked me to," you said without a shred of shame in your voice shrugging your shoulders.

"Oh, yeah," Rachel drawled squinting her eyes slyly. "Right. Kids. Well, since ya're not interested in him, I'm keeping him," you only nodded toward the door from the workroom at her provocation as if to signal 'go ahead'. "What kind of nerd have you grown into!" The girl was immediately in your face, your cheeks clutched in her hands.

"Raphel-"

"You expect me to believe that you went to Xibalba¹ just because the kids asked you to?" she asked clearly not expecting your answer. "Sure, you could chalk it up to the fact that your ass just can't sit still, but you know, sis," she squeezed your cheeks a little tighter. "Something you're obviously not telling me, because your face is getting a little too warm!" she exclaimed laughing.

"That's because there's nothing to squeeze it that hard!" you squeaked trying haphazardly to get her hands off your face.

***

[19 Nov, 2018; 07:02am; hunters' headquarters]

You had already drained three water bottles in the morning; your body was exhausted from the endless flow of information and lack of sleep. Your reddened eyes darted randomly from the screens of monitors to the pages of old dusty books, your gaze occasionally freezing on the cube that was among all this information mess on the table in your workroom. You felt a growing irritation inside, either from the endless search or from the coming powerlessness. Your gaze turned less and less often to the cube as if you were ashamed to look into the eyes that flaunted it and, damn it, how you wanted to exclaim that he should stop looking at it that way and that it was not easy for you either. The internal war of fatigue with stubbornness was interrupted by the click of the door and you turned around muttering something to yourself. Kyle.

"No, I'm not tired, I'm not hungry, and I'm still not gone insane," you mouthed in a monotone voice, and barely did you blot the exhaustion from your eyes when you noticed he wasn't alone.

"What ya doing?" inquired Kyle, looking at your desk.

"Recording an unboxing on YouTube, what does it look like?" you sneered, not expecting an answer to the question you asked. "Why did ya bring the kids here?"

"I had nothing to do with it," Kyle said raised both hands in mock defeat. Several pairs of young eyes stared back at you from over the man's shoulder, a naive flame of undiminished enthusiasm burning in them.

"We wanna help," Itadori said taking a few steps in your direction.

"I don't get it," you stammered wrapping your index finger and thumb around your chin and giving the kids a perplexed look. "You have air-conditioned rooms here with great sea views, unlimited access to food and gaming pc with Netflix subscriptions and you're still wanna to swashbuckle," your gaze lingered on the guys for a couple more seconds and then with a splash of your hands you jumped up from your seat and started dragging all the available chairs closer to your table. "Well, since you're so eager to help, welcome."

"What do we have to do?" inquired Maki.

"Here," you tossed a huge pile of books mixed with old scrolls in front of their noses, the dust rising into the air making Itadori cough. "Look for and mark any mention of sealing, closing, moving, anything square and small and anything that consisted of or is made up of human skin."

"Marking?" asked Itadori in bewilderment, looking at the ancient waste paper. "How can you do that? You opened your mouth as if to say something, but closed it and exhaled through your nose before grabbing the nearest pink marker and drawing random patterns on the page of one of the books.

"See? Nothing happened," you said with a shrug and tossed the marker aside. "No one died or got sick. Now get to work," you prodded them rubbing the top of their heads and turned to Kyle quietly, "Our house is starting to look more and more like a kindergarten."

"And the zoo, too," Kyle grinned glancing at Panda. You grinned back and settled back into your seat once again bending your head over the riddle. You could feel the excitement building in the room as if ancient magic had challenged the human mind. The workroom became increasingly filled with the sounds of rustling sheets and quiet conversations. The eyes of the kids were vigorously following the written lines trying to get something useful out of them, one could hear the squeak of markers and someone's methodical clicking of fingers.

As the clock ticked, someone would put away their markers, knead their hands or feet, someone would wipe their eyes with the palms of their hands and reach for a bottle of cool water, but the mountain of already re-read materials would inevitably grow behind your backs. The conversations had already died down, only measured breathing was heard and you looked around at the kids and stood up from the table heading for your personal small refrigerator. You opened it and appraised the contents with a glance, mentally figuring out if there was enough for everyone or if you'd have to spend the energy to go upstairs for more. Your hands grabbed a few chicken sandwiches and popped them into the microwave and while they were getting appetizing you pulled a few small boxes of strawberry mochi out of the fridge. When everything was ready, you scooped it all up and returned to the table arranging the loot in front of the kids. At the quiet but enthusiastic cheers, you unconsciously affectionately patted one of them on the top of the head glancing at your phone screen hoping to see messages from Megan, who was scouring the Internet for something useful among the pile of junk. Nothing. You wanted to curse under your breath, but you shuddered remembering you weren't alone in the room and settled back in your chair.

It was getting evening outside the window and you looked at the tired faces in the room." That's it, kids, rest up. First go to the canteen for dinner, and then do your own thing," no one objected to your remark because of fatigue. The students stood up and quietly said goodbye to you and walked out of the workroom. "You know what pisses me off the most?" you turned to Kyle, who turned his crumpled face to you. "Monks and Buddhists and whoever else sits in those monasteries never keep information about anything in an informational form. And I don't relish the thought of bouncing around shrines somewhere in the mountains of Tibet looking for scrolls made of papyrus and cow shit," you muttered and hid your face in your palms, Kyle only hummed tiredly. "How am I supposed to get it out of this fucking box!"

"God only knows," Kyle said shrugging.

Your eyes widened and you pulled your hands away from your face, your head snapping up sharply. "God, ya're a genius!" you exclaimed loudly and immediately jump up from your seat. You ran over to the closet and began throwing the contents aside in search of your backpack.

"Where do you think ya're going?" Kyle asked disapprovingly getting up from his chair. You glanced at the bottom shelves of the closet, then ran to the bed and leaned over to see what was underneath. You finally found your hiking backpack underneath and without slowing down you sprinted over to the table and grabbed the cube, then headed for the exit grasping your jacket in the process. "Hey!" shouted Kyle.

You holding the handle of the already open door, finally looked up at him. "An audience with God!" you said and with a final wave of your hand to him, you slammed the door on your way out.

***

Once you were on the other side of the door to your workroom, you quickly realized in your head that there was neither time nor inclination to waste energy on the long journey. You closed your eyes and mentally pictured an office whose windows were perpetually draped with dark gray curtains, with a laptop invariably on a graphite smooth desk, a mesh pen stand, a crystal decanter with an amber-colored liquid and a pair of shiny clean glasses beside it, all framed by a pile of folders and tax documents. Behind the desk was a black office chair that looked simple and unassuming, but a single glance at the materials it was made of made it clear that it was expensive. On the walls hung graphite shelves in the tone of the desk, on which stood various books, bling, and a few live plants. The whole picture was completed by a cozy and suddenly bright couch with soft cushions. You opened your eyes and before you stood the same picture that had just been in your imagination. There was no one in the office. You walked around the desk and sat down in the chair grabbing a tiny sculpture of an Art Nouveau woman from the shelf. Your fingers slid along the curves of the sculpture and you marveled at every carefully made crease in her veil, every dimple in her skin, as if the sculptor had subdued the stone and made it as docile as clay. The distinct sharp sounds of heels on parquet were heard in the hallway, growing louder and louder. As soon as it stopped just before the door, someone turned the key and pulling the doorknob and entered the office.

"Laitta! Long time no see!" you exclaimed cordially as soon as someone turned on the light.

"WAIT!" you shrieked as she leaned over the table, her face a few inches from yours, her hand clutching your chin in anger. "It's evening; let's not force things because not everyone has left the building. We don't want anyone to get hurt, do we?" You rambled quickly making innocent eyes. The goddess hesitated for a second, but immediately released you resting your head back in the chair.

"Stand up," she commanded icily, and you obeyed.

"Okay, okay, why are ya being so prickly," you walked around the table and Laitta sat down in her chair, opened up her laptop and started doing her busy work without paying any attention to you. "Laitta," you addressed her, resting your hands on the table. There was no response. "La-a-a-aitta," you tried again deliberately drawling your vowels. Nothing again. "Laitta!" you leaned over her and shouted right in her face.

"WHAT!" she barked losing all her patience.

"I need your help," you grinned clearly pleased with your result.

"First return what you stole," she leaned back in her chair crossing her arms over her chest. "Then maybe I'll help you."

"Aren't you a little petty for a Goddess?"

"Petty!" Laitta bellowed in your direction. "You stole an item capable of moving something into the past of something with the planet's position at that time intact! Is the Atlas just another piece of bling for you?"

"What difference does it make?" you asked in bewilderment shrugging your shoulders. "You as a user of Atlas can't employ that ability of it anyway."

"I wasn't going to use it, but I need its side effect!" she exclaimed. "Look what's become of me in these few years without it," she pointed to her face. The once young, statuesque lady had turned into an older, but still statuesque woman in just a couple years. Her dark curls had turned gray, her thin graceful hands were covered in wrinkles and fine cracks, as was her face. "Still, no one, no one can use it but me. Give it back," the rage in her voice changed to a plea.

"I knew you'd beg," you sighed pulling something out of your backpack. You placed on the table an object of silver or platinum that looked a lot like a compass, except there were many times more directions on it and the circumference of that compass was clutched by an Ouroboros ¹. Laitta grabbed the Atlas and headed for the restroom in her office, and you sat down on her desk with your eyebrows raised wondering how important it was to her. A couple minutes later a young girl appeared in the office, her black hair glistening in the artificial light of the lamp; her skin, visible from under her clothes, became thin and velvety; her dark eyes having regained their youthfulness, gained luster. "Ya know, age was good for you," you sounded a little disappointed.

"Shut up," Laitta said smiling. She was clearly pleased with her new youth and her uplifted spirits seemed to wipe away any previous rage.

"My turn," you said, clapping your hands and hopping off the table and reached into your backpack again. You took out a light cube and put it on the table.

"What is this abomination?" asked Laitta taking a second to hardly tear her gaze away from the small mirror she held in her hand and examine herself going over her curls now and then.

"There's kind of a person in there," you said with doubt in your voice because you still didn't believe that was possible. "I wish I could get him out of there."

"Is it sealed or something?" asked Laitta finally transferring her eyes from the mirror to the cube examining it. "Nah, sorry. Can't help it," she said wrinkling her nose and returning to her beauty.

"Fine," you hissed in her direction maintaining a friendly smile. "Just don't whine later when your face starts getting wrinkles and Atlas disappears again."

"Wait," she said in a low voice watching as you already stuffed the cube into your backpack and headed for the exit. "There is one option, but I can't make any guarantees." You turned around and raised your eyebrows, signaling her to continue. "There is one place, and according to ancient rumors it could destroy any seal that was imposed. A place called Hatarat."

"And it is located..?"

"Xibalba," Laitta said looking you dead in the eyes.

"Couldn't have worked out better," you mumbled rubbing your forehead with your fingers. You weighed in your head the facts that you hadn't been able to find a shred of information in the past ten days, hadn't moved forward with your search, had a little less than nothing on your hands and decided that maybe this gamble was worth it. "So how do I get into this underworld?"

"There's more to it than that," Laitta said with a shake of her head. "For mortals still alive, the gates only open in a parade of planets. A full parade of planets."

"Incredible," you said raising your eyebrows and looking at your hand as if there was a watch on it. "The only thing left to wait for is... How long is it? 143 years?"

"You won't have to wait," the Goddess said glancing at Atlas. "I can't move myself back in time, but I can't move the rest of the people," Laitta thought rubbing her chin with her graceful fingers. Noticing your concerned look and as if reading your thoughts, she added: "Don't worry, your little hooman in the cube won't be affected by the rules of the creation. It is done without his knowledge or consent. But you," she pointed her index finger at you drilling you with her gaze. "Don't look at anyone. Don't talk to anyone. I doubt there will be any other crazies like you in that place, but don't get into anyone's memories.

"I know the rules," you said with a shake of your head.

"I hope you're ready," said Laitta holding out her hand to Atlas. "You as a fragile living matter are more likely to be torn to shreds, though."

"And what are the odds of that?"

"Ninety-ten," chirped Laitta smiling sweetly.

"Ya could have kept your mouth shut," you said rolling your eyes.

"One more thing," Laitta said rotating the Atlas's case, with each section it made a distinctive clicking sound. "You'll have exactly twenty-four hours to return to your original location, or you'll stay there forever. You need to time yourself as soon as you get there."

"Wait," you stopped her frowning your eyebrows. "Are you telling me that if I unsealed him and he and I don't make it to the original location, we'll have to spend the rest of our lives chilling in the eighties?"

"What are you, an idiot? Are you listening to what I'm even talking about?" Laitta tried to suppress you with a look. "Moving you to the past is only necessary for you to enter the gate, Xibalba itself has nothing to do with time at all, it simply doesn't exist there and you will be the only entity that has it. I told you that this is done without the knowledge and consent of the person inside the cube, he is still bound to the present moment, whether you want it or not, so after the unsealing he will be here. Not specifically in my office of course, I honestly have no idea where exactly he will deploy. The fact is, once the cube is opened you'll be alone in there. But you, stupid creature, have given your consent, so kindly return to your original location within the allotted time frame or stay dancing to Van Halen ³.

"Okay, spin your compass already," you waved her off slinging the straps of your backpack over your shoulders.

"If you make it, I'll see you back here in a second," Laitta summarized, spinning Atlas faster and faster. "And if your body still can't handle moving, I'll be scrubbing your bloody dust off the walls."

***

[3 Mar, 1982; 12:01am; Central America, somewhere in the forests of Guatemala]

Bloody hands. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was your bloody hands. The skin was torn in places like an old lightweight dress. You rolled up the sleeves of your irretrievably ruined sweatshirt, and reached into your backpack in search of bandages and if you were lucky, alcohol. You pulled out what you needed and clamping the fabric of the torn off sweater sleeve between your teeth, you began carelessly dousing the fresh wounds. Your hiss merged with the hiss of your skin. You spit the cloth out angrily and began bandaging your hands starting at the wrists and working your way up to your shoulders praying that there was enough white material to cover everything. As soon as the procedure was finished, you looked up and realized you were somewhere in the heart of the subtropical rainforest. In the darkness of the night, each individual twig teased you illusorily depicting living creatures to which your imagination ascribed malevolent motives. Every sound created in this place seemed to be clearer and closer than it really was. You shook your head dumping such thoughts away from your mind and moved forward across the untrodden terrain ignoring the pain in your hands.

"The deeper into the wood ya go," you muttered to yourself treading through thickets of plants and tree roots setting your phone's timer for twenty-four hours and breaking branches of bushes and trees to give yourself clues to return. You could figure out where you were, but you couldn't imagine which way to go because Laitta hadn't said a word about it. Suddenly, for some unknown reason you froze in place turning your head from side to side and staring at the darkness of the forest. The emptiness of the forest to be more precise, because you couldn't even hear the rare sounds of animals or insects anymore. The hair on the back of your neck stirred and the ground fell out from beneath your feet. Literally. The ground sprinkled like crumbs leaving a huge hollow space as if out of nowhere forming a cliff.

"Oh, shit!" you shrieked grabbing at the bare, decrepit roots of the tree, your hands responding with a sharp pain that you didn't pay attention to. You hung like that for a few minutes wondering if this was the 'gate' that Laitta had told you about. After a few more seconds, you let go of your arms and flew downward more out of excitement than fatigue.

Your body didn't feel the pain of hitting the rocky floor, but you couldn't say you'd fallen into soft cotton candy. You rose to your feet and shook yourself off, then pulled your phone out of your pocket to check the time remaining; nine hours and twenty-two minutes. What?

"It's not good to steal time," you said to someone trying to make out your surroundings. Suddenly the torches were lit illuminating the dilapidated, dark walls, water dripping down to the floor filling the room with its gurgling sound. When you turned around, you saw a narrow passage into an unlit corridor.

You walked over to one of the torches hanging on the wall and pulled it from the torchere with some force. "I'm going to need this," and then you headed straight for the hallway.

All you could hear was the sound of your footsteps and the crackling of the flames. Unfortunately for you, you felt something crawling on your skin around your waist; you quickly slipped your hand under your sweatshirt and pulled it out sharply. "Ew," you squeaked with disgust in your voice, wrinkling your nose, and when you saw that you were holding a scorpion, you shoved it away from you.

Your gaze returned to the straight road; the space of the corridor had widened considerably, flanked by horribly detailed huge sculptures of scorpions that went further into the emptiness of the corridor, which seemed to have no end. "Ya're not coming alive, are you?" you said letting out a nervous chuckle. You walked forward slowly and once you were between the two statues, you aimed the firelight at one of them; your gaze lingered on the huge stinger, you swallowed nervously and continued on your way trying not to look back. Something ran down the back of your neck and your hand automatically flicked the arthropod away from you. It was as if the corridor behind you had begun to make unpleasant, subtle noises.

As you advanced, the noise grew inexorably as if a thousand tiny jackhammers were pounding behind you. The scorpions on your body became more frequent and you realizing that the noise behind you was coming from the approaching stomping of tiny limbs rushed forward without looking back. Suddenly a sharp pain pierced your side and you pulled out a small wooden stake; the end of it was soaked with your blood mixed with something else. Glancing at the wall, you saw that there was a small hole through each statue. All you could do was curse to yourself and toss the wood aside continuing to run. Your breath hitched, your eyes became hazy, your fingertips began to go numb and before you could react, you crashed into a wall that had appeared out of nowhere.

The stomping stopped. It was unclear whether the pursuit had stopped or whether you couldn't hear anything because of the ringing in your ears. Your body was lying on the damp surface and a strange force was trying to open your eyes. Your chest ached because you felt you were missing something important. Time.

Your eyes snapped open and you jumped up. Your head was still buzzing and you looked around carefully trying to keep your balance. Even though the torch was lost, you realized that this was a completely different room. Water was running down the walls echoing in the dark room. You took a couple of cautious steps forward, then something crunched under your feet; someone's remains estimated to be about a few hundred years old looked damp as if they were still decomposing. You stepped over the corpse carefully noting that your footsteps were becoming visceral.

Your eyes had almost adjusted to the darkness; there was nothing here but four walls that was deformed in places, a few corpses, a foul odor and a single double door that looked so impregnable at first glance that it was much easier to give up and go back. The trickling of the water increased. You ran your hand along the walls near the door - nothing. As your fingers formed the familiar triangle pointing downward, an inner voice said.

"Relocate."

Nothing happened, but you weren't surprised: in places like this, the 'lords' make sure that no magic is used in their territories. You took a step away from the door to try to get a better look at what was around it, making a bubbling sound; you lowered your head and saw that you were standing ankle-deep - no, not in water - in a thick, dark maroon liquid.

All the while the room was filling up with blood and doing so faster and faster as time went on. As you swallowed the nausea, you looked around trying to see where the fluid was coming from. You couldn't see the mechanisms, but you could see a lever that was just below the high ceiling. There were only two options: either try to get there on your own or wait until the room was completely flooded, which seemed easier. The problem was that if the doors opened inward, the pressure in sealed room would keep them closed forever or until the room was empty again.

The blood was up to your knees. You carefully shuffling your feet through the thick of it, came to the wall where the lever was located. It was absolutely smooth, but the adjacent wall was half-destroyed and had some defects and small protrusions. Climbing up this wall to the ceiling was easy except that you turned around when you were under the ceiling. There was about couple feets between you and the lever. It's unclear what kind of hope made you reach for the lever with such force that in an instant something crunched in your shoulder; you clenched your teeth and brought your hand back to the ledge grasping it. Your fingers, wet with sweat and blood, began to slip.

"Fuck it," you shrieked quietly and gathering more air into your chest and turning your body toward the lever, you pushed your legs off the wall with force. Your hands gripped the lever awkwardly and you slipped and grabbed it erratically pulling it down toward you; as soon as it gave way with a terrible creak, you slipped and fell straight into the bloody mess.

The room emptied again after only a few seconds, but immediately filled again with your gasping coughs and spit. You tried desperately to wipe your eyes, but it seemed to make them even dirtier. After a few failed attempts you still managed to see something, and you began to slowly rise to your feet, peering through the door. "Got the joke," you drawled words grudgingly examining the sashes, which were open not to the inside of the room, but to the outside. "Funny."

You waddled toward the door holding the side of your body where the poisoned stake had been stuck earlier. The sight before your eyes took your breath away. An incredibly beautiful huge cave, the walls of which shimmered with numerous violet lights as if someone had put a spotlight on them. Giant stalactites were hanging from the vaults of the cave, which you couldn't even see; you standing on the cliff could also see the tips of the same huge stalagmites except for which you couldn't see anything. The violet sparks of the cave circled around you flying up and down as if beckoning you to go somewhere; as if bewitched, you wandered after them.

Someone shoved you in the back forcing you to come to your senses; you turned around sharply, but there was no one around, not even the purple lights and you were alone in the darkness for the umpteenth time. You stood in the middle of the stone nondescript bridge and a feeling of confusion and loneliness slowly began to fill your chest. You looked around like a small child at a crossroads trying to figure out which way to go. When you couldn't figure it out you sighed and sat down on the edge of the bridge, your feet wiggling nonchalantly.

"I take it the river of scorpions and the river of blood have already been," you addressed someone in the void. "What's next on the entertainment program?" there was a rocky cracking sound after your line, the bridge sagging. The realization struck you with a lightning bolt as if conducting a current through your body, but there was no strength left even to run; your hand gripped your inflamed side harder and you collapsed down along with the splintered structure.

The sensation of something soft and pleasant spread through your limbs. It felt weightless. You still hadn't lost consciousness, though you were close to it. Your body was sinking into something again, but it was clearly no longer blood, much less water, trying to push you to the surface; it was something much, much thicker. You'd lost your coordination in the fall and there was no way to tell which way to swim and your eyes couldn't see anything either. Quickly extinguishing your incipient panic, you began to move slowly your arms from side to side, up and down trying to catch the flow of air. After a few minutes, the oxygen in your lungs began to run out and you desperately moved to the random side doing the same manipulations with your hands. Finally, your fingertips began to blow and you raked your hands in that direction with force. As you surfaced, gulping in air mixing with that was dripping from your face, you grabbed onto something at random hastily climbing up there. Once you were on some surface, you finally lost consciousness.

"Get up."

You feeling a long-forgotten sense of unease began to mumble something indistinctly, your hands clutching yourself tighter in your arms.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK UP!"

You jumped up sharply grabbing your stomach with a hand that felt like it had been kicked. Realizing you were alone and he couldn't be here, you moved your hand to your chest trying to calm your racing heart. After a couple of deep inhales and exhales, you finally came fully to your senses; your gaze fell on the spot you had floated out of. A whitish liquid was spreading across the bottom of the cave changing from a dull yellow to a dark green in places. Pus.

Fully regained consciousness you grabbed your back trying to make sure that your backpack was still there; when you found it, you took off the straps and putting the backpack on your lap and undid the lock, some dire need made you check if the cube was still there. It was lying carelessly among a pile of junk, scraps of some papers, alcohol, and even a climbing rope. "Ya know, I'm expecting at least an invitation to dinner after this," you muttered and pulled out your head from backpack before tucking it behind your back and slinging it back over your shoulders, hitching the extra straps around your waist. You noticed that the bandages on your arms had turned into ragged dirty rags and threw them off. Dark energy was already splicing your wounds with thin black lines that looked like nasty worms.

"Bestie, I hope you keep me safe from blood poisoning too because I've got it with one hundred percent probability," you addressed the dark energy as if it were alive and after standing still for a couple more seconds, you moved forward.

The next environment was something like a huge unlit hall and unlike the previous places, the floor and walls were decorated with shimmering black tiles with silver joints, and around the perimeter of the room stood what looked like animated statues of owls with burning eyes and outstretched wings. Messengers of the lords. In the middle of one of the walls there was a huge gate, whose flaps rounded sharply towards the top forming a sharp long peak. Almost the entire door was decorated with an angular but systematic ornament that was illuminated in red. Barely had the annoying thought of how to open them popped into your head as the gate leafs began to slowly open. "I don't need a lot of begging," you said heading straight for the gate.

Once you passed through it, you stepped onto a road lined with a cool blue mist that blocked all vision. Unlike the other rooms you had passed, there was no sound here, the feeling of absolute vacuum beginning to weigh on your mind. Ignoring the loss of one of your senses, you stubbornly continued on your way. Your eyes still saw everything, and everything was clear; the fog began to swirl ahead as if enveloping someone in its weightless embrace. A familiar silhouette appeared and you caught a glimpse of blue-black hair as you came closer.

"Kyle?" you asked in confusion, unable to hear your own voice. He turned around and looked at you, immediately flashed back into the mist. In absolute silence a deep, low and yet humiliating laugh began to rise from the bowels of the underworld. Remembering the lords' passion for creating artificial scarecrows to humiliate travelers who mistakenly greeted them, you could only roll your eyes.

You finally emerged from the fog and found yourself on a vortex of four roads, each of which was saying something in unintelligible whispers, but all your attention was taken by a dilapidated low pedestal that stood between two of these roads. You tsked at one of the paths whose whispers seemed the loudest and walked towards the pedestal. Once up on it, you were faced with a huge circular platform, the circumference of which was marked with diametrically opposed small gilded circles, one of which had a narrow, thin hole in it, just the same shape of your dagger's blade that was already in your hand. "Need a twist?" you thought to yourself leaning closer to the gold circle, trying to insert the dagger into the hole, but it wouldn't budge as if it had been drawn. You wrinkled your nose in bewilderment shaking the remaining dirt and dust off the circle with your hand, but it wouldn't come off. "Reflection?" you asked yourself suddenly, and lifted your head up.

Your body thudded against the surface that was supposed to be the ceiling and you hit your head hard against the floor. The room turned upside down. Your nerve endings were no longer paying attention to the countless bruises, your mind was already at home taking a warm bath and eating a delicious dinner, perhaps even at the same time; something told you that there were only a couple of steps to go.

You looked again at the large circular platform and saw that there were now numerous straight lines connected to each other inside it; the dagger was now easily inserted into the opening of the small circle, but no matter which way you turned it, nothing happened. "They could have at least included instructions," you thought indignantly looking around the pedestal for any symbols. Nothing.

The lords of Xibalba, though fearsome, were very predictable creatures. All lords wanted sacrifices, and the masters of this place took gold or blood as the myths would have it. Since you hadn't brought any jewelry with you, there was only the second option.

Slash!

You swung the dagger sharply across your palm and directed the flowing stream straight into the hole. The red liquid filled the lines as mesmerizingly beautiful as a falling domino would be stacked. As soon as the end of the broken lines joined the beginning, the platform flashed red and went out, immediately moving aside with a deafening screech; you were back on the edge of another precipice. Isn't this the Hatarat?

The first loud click sounded, the first step leading downward appeared. The next step immediately followed with identical sounds; the rhythmic clicks that were created seemed to count down the time to something inevitable. You obediently stepped off the first step plunging into darkness.

This time you could see nothing, absolutely nothing. You were standing on a tiny and looked like moonlit piece of land. As soon as you tried to step beyond the light, someone pushed you back. You tried again, with the same result. "One," someone's murmuring voice exploded and spilled the same recent laughter in your ears and you shuddered unseen.

"What do you mean by 'one'?" you shouted in indignation. "I'm fucking alone here!" barely had you finished speaking as you quickly slurred and it came to you. You threw off your backpack and began rummaging through it looking for the cube. When you pulled it out and brought it closer to your face, you gasped in surprise: all of its facets were glowing red; you spun around in disbelief at your surroundings. "See ya, boxy," you said, smiling. "I hope it won't kill you," after which you threw the cube with force somewhere into the darkness.

The ground beneath your feet shook so violently that you fell on your back out of balance. Your body was covered with stone chips. The faint light that had illuminated you earlier went out and you were left in a darkness that your eyes could not adapt to. Praying mentally that everything had worked and you hadn't accidentally destroyed the artifact along with the person inside it, you gathered your will into a fist once again and was determined to find a way out of this cloaca.

***

After a dozen bruises, a couple of fights, and hundreds of swear words, you were standing in Laitta's office again. You'd been here just a second ago for her and she was still clutching the Atlas, but her eyes were deep in the laptop screen. Unable to say a word, you just stood there, waiting to be noticed.

"Look, the news is reporting a four-point earthquake somewhere off the east coast of Japan, supposedly a tectonic plate shift. Your doing?" she asked you sliding her eyes over the lines then shifting her gaze to you. "Ew, you look like shit."

"Screw ya," you mumbled examining your body, which was covered in dried blood and congealed pus, your clothes were torn in places and your tangled hair added to your charm.

***

You and Rachel were already lying on the workshop floor; she was on top of you pinching your skin randomly in different places not letting you move. You laughed at the ticklish sensations and cried out when Rachel put too much pressure on you. You both didn't hear the door click open because of all the fun chaos.

"Are my girls fighting again?" a low baritone crept into the workroom. You and Rachel raised your heads at the same time looking at the intruder. A portly man of advanced age, whose eyes always seemed narrow because of his cordial smile stood in the workroom doorway watching you, his eyes full of paternal love. His long gray hair was gathered in a low ponytail, his not-young face was adorned with stubble in the color of his hair. Kyle was next to him, too. You and Rachel looked at each other sharply and realizing from your angry look that questioned if she was the one who called him here, Rachel shook her head in panic. "Hey, Dad!" Rachel jumped up first and ran in his direction. "We were just talking about you!"

"Kind words, I hope?" the man asked enclosing Rachel, Kyle and the approaching you in a hug.

"I'm gonna fucking die," hissed Rachel, who had the misfortune to find herself in the middle of a bear hug.

"Here they are, my loved offspring," the man chuckled kissing each of you on the top of your head.

"Hi, Frank," you said detachedly as if resigned to your fate.

"Dad, back off, we're not little kids anymore," Kyle muttered breaking out of his embrace. "I'm going to bed."

"Raised a rude boy," Frank stretched out with a smile on his face as he watched Kyle walk up the metal stairs, then let you and Rachel go. "And I have exactly two gifts for you."

"Mommy!" squeaked someone's childish voice, and from behind Frank's broad back something redheaded and small came rushing toward Rachel nearly knocking her to the ground.

"Mike, honey!" Rachel exclaimed picking the boy up and wrapping her arms around him burying herself in his baby soft hair. You mentally noted how pleased you were that her attention had shifted from you to him.

"So, what's the second gift?" you turned to Frank with growing displeasure in your voice realizing who else he'd brought.

"Hey, Y/N-ie," a quiet voice greeted you. Hidden behind the man's broad back was also a little girl in a blue dress, and she was covered in freckles from top to bottom, her small hands shyly clutching a sheet folded in half to her chest.

"Hey, my little bun," you greeted her softly in return gently picking her up in your arms and carrying her towards the bed that Rachel and Mike were settled on. "Tris, give me and Grandpa Frank two minutes and I'll be sure to look at what you brought, 'kay?

"Okay," Tris nodded her head clutching the sheet to her chest even tighter. Setting her down on the bed, you headed towards Frank and jerked him into the bathroom forcefully but still quietly slamming the door behind you.

You gave the gray-haired man a fierce look. "Frank, what the hell are you doing here? What are you bringing the kids here for?" you hissed at him trying to keep your voice steady.

"Are ya gonna burst or something if ya ever call me dad?" Frank looked down at you crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't ya dare change the subject!"

"Look, ya didn't even come to Hopetown for Christmas," Frank said shrugging, disappointment flashing across his face for a second and a needle of guilt stabbing into your chest. "So I decided to bring Mike and Tris to you at least, if only for a little while."

"Frank, I'm sorry, I really am. But you know it's very dangerous out here," you ran your hands through your hair and put your arms around your shoulders as if trying to reassure yourself.

Big hands gently touched your cheeks and you looked up at Frank, your eyes widening with worry. "Have you forgotten who your father is? I can give you all a head start still," and at the same time he pulled you against his chest, and you nuzzled your nose into it letting out a relieved exhale.

You would have been happy to pamper your soul further while you were stroked through your hair like a little girl, spitting and forgetting about all the misfortunes, but the sense of responsibility nurtured from childhood made you pull away and retreat a couple steps. "Ya take the kids tomorrow and you're going back to Hopetown," with that said you left the bathroom.

When you went back into the workroom, Rachel shushed you, even though you didn't make a sound. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but when you saw Mike and Tris laid comfortably on your bed you nodded understandingly. Such a long ride to your place could take a lot out of even the naughtiest of children. You glanced at Frank and Rachel gesturing for them to go to sleep and after they had quietly left the room, you moved closer to the bed. As you adjusted the blanket and wrapped the little bodies tighter, your gaze fell on the bedside table; the same folded sheet laid on it that Tris had been carefully cradling. You sat down beside the bed and unfolded it carefully, and before your eyes was something blotchy and bright, made up of all sorts of shades of blue and purple with dull yellow incongruous stars sprinkled all over it. "So much for the cosmos," the warmth spilling into your chest came out of your mouth with a soft, quiet laugh that you tried to extinguish with your head tucked into the sheet.

The next afternoon as the sun was setting, you walked down the hallway toward the kitchen trying to hold on to the pile of paper bags that contained the groceries mixed with some medications you had just bought. Finally dumping it all on the dining room table, you opened the refrigerator and started filling the emptied contents grabbing Mike who was crawling from the kitchen unit to the refrigerator and putting him back on the floor; once the groceries were spread out on the shelves of the refrigerator, you opened the top drawer to put the medications in there, while changing the coffee cup someone had left in front of Tris' nose, which she was already reaching for with her little hands, for orange juice. "Keep an eye on them," you said to Frank grabbing the only unopened paper bag.

You grinned softly as you watched your students and older hunters pair up with students from the Tokyo magical college, probably having just finished eating dinner in the canteen walked out of the left door of the living room. Stepping onto the threshold of the living room and gathering all your courage into a fist, you headed towards the right door that led to the infirmary.

Your quiet footsteps were all that could be heard in the lighted corridor of the infirmary and with each step you took as you approached the room where Megumi and the white-haired sorcerer were lying your confident gait became slower and more awkward. There was no point in delaying the inevitable, so you stopped at the wall right next to the open door and drew in more air clutching the paper bag tighter to your chest.

Just as you wanted to step out from around the corner, you heard quiet negotiations; you shook your head in bewilderment. Had Megumi woken up? You appeared on the threshold crashing into two pairs of eyes. Both were sitting on Gojo's bed talking quietly about something, but as soon as they saw you, they immediately fell silent. "Oh?" you smiled, tilting your head slightly to the side. "So the reunion has already happened after all. It's a shame, because I wanted it to be a little more festive," you looked at infirmary's surrounding.

There was an awkward silence. After a few seconds, the headmaster got up from the bed coughing meaningfully. "Well, I don't want to lose my lunch muffins, so... I'll leave you two alone. Y/N," he nodded his head in farewell and you watched him going away, puzzled because his room was in the other direction.

Turning your head, you met the sorcerer's gaze. Not sure where to begin, you waved your hand gently. "Hey."

"Hey," he averted his gaze, fiddling with his fingers.

Exhausted from the growing awkwardness, you not knowing where to start until then decided to start with what you held in your hand. "Uh, anyway... I've got apples, peaches, orange and cherry juice in here," a smile grew on Gojo's face as you listed and he bit his lip. "There's also a mochi here. With green tea, chocolate and mango," the sorcerer stopped smiling and his already large eyes rounded with shock and you laughed. "Don't look at me like that. Your students served ya up on a plate," you walked over to his bedside table and carefully set the paper bag down all the while feeling the stare but somehow not feeling uncomfortable about it. "This is my apology for yesterday's uh, incident. I acted impulsively."

"Hey! Just an apology?" suddenly the quiet sorcerer was suddenly as loud as everyone had described him to be. "And here I was beginning to think someone actually cared about me." He turned away from you pouting his lips making you laugh once again.

"And I never said that was the only reason," you never saw the look on Gojo's face as you moved towards the unconscious Megumi. You walked over to the boy and running your fingers gently over his forearms, took his hand examining it; the dark energy was now painted in chaotic dark lines only at his fingertips. "There, he's feeling much better now, so he should wake up soon." Wrapped up in your thoughts of Megumi, you didn't even hear Gojo walk up close to you; turning around, a whistle escaped your lips. You'd never viewed him this close and full-length before not counting that incident when you saw nothing but a red veil; you jokingly raised your head covering your eyes with the palm of your hand as if protecting them from the sunlight. "Mister, isn't it blowing hard out there?"

Not looking up from another thousandth joke about his height, Gojo laughed softly sitting down on the couch at Megumi's feet. "Nah, it's not blowing," he wrapped his long fingers around his chin cocking his head as if in thought. "Though, pipsqueaks can really be kinda hard of hearing."

"We never introduced ourselves to each other," you held out your hand to him looking at him unflinchingly.

He felt either awkward or embarrassed under your gaze; hastily and invisibly clutching the sheets in his hands, Gojo tried to wipe away the sweat that protruded on his palms all the while feeling his cheeks grow warm, but he still extended his hand in return and you shook hands. "Gojo. Gojo Satoru."

"Y/N. Just Y/N," even though your lower face wasn't visible Gojo could feel how bright you were smiling at him taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"Well, Y/N," he swallowed quietly, feeling the warmth radiating from you and if you hadn't been in the room, Gojo felt like he would have slapped himself to come to his senses. "How much more do you know about me?"

"Let me see," you sat on the couch and started to dangle your feet. Even though the beds in the infirmary were quite high themselves, Gojo still had his hand over his mouth pretending to just lean on it, even though he was trying not to laugh. "You're kind of an arrogant creature who doesn't recognize anyone's authority, but with your power it's forgivable," you said, crooking one finger. "You have a heap of altruism in you just so long as nothing goes against your selfish desires," you crooked a second finger. "You're a very light sleeper, I don't think that point needs explaining," you bent a third finger. "You're a fan of ridiculously expensive shirts," you curved your fourth finger. "You also go to the dentist every two months to get another cavity treated because you love sweets too much," you curved the last finger on your hand. "And you also get drunk from one glass of wine," you added and though you really wanted to continue you were afraid you'd be considered a stalker.

"Wow," his voice sounded very quiet for some reason. "And you really remembered all that?"

"Of course I did," you shook your head and grinned staring at him. "I'm a manipulator," he stared at you wide-eyed for a couple seconds then the chamber filled with your soft, seemingly melded laughter. As you laughed, you looked him over with an elusive concern. "But more importantly, how are ya feeling?"

"Wonderful," he crooned looking at you the way professional liars do. He appreciated your skeptical look and realizing the attempt had failed, continued to reassure you. "Really, I'm fine. Sometimes weird thoughts pop into my head, but it's happened before," he smiled awkwardly his eyes fixed on the floor and he clasped his fingers together.

Your conscience gnawed at you for invading his personal space enough already. Suppressing the urge for further questioning and casting a glance behind your back at Megumi, you turned back to Gojo. "Just try not to be alone right now."

Loneliness. The curse or freedom that had followed him all his life, neither letting him fall normally nor fly high constantly keeping him between heaven and earth. "But I have no one to go to," he thought to himself, for the first time not finding the courage to say it out loud.

"Y/N-ie?" a thin voice made you look up. A little girl stood on the doorstep having changed from yesterday's blue dress to a light purple one.

You grinned and patted her knee gently beckoning her over and letting her know you weren't the least bit angry that she was walking around the huge house alone again. "There's my little tail," you picked her up, kissing her on the temple, making Tris giggle uncontrollably. When she calmed down, she immediately stared with her dark eyes at the white-haired man. "Tris, this is Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive," you dramatically and meaningfully expressed his status causing his cheeks to warm again; afterward you glared at Gojo. "Gojo, this is Tris, my uh- my daughter," you stammered a bit as you stipulated her status, for which you mentally slapped yourself on the forehead.

Gojo stared at you in amazement then furrowed his eyebrows incredulously. "Aren't you a little young for the role of mommy?"

"Why, do ya wanna figure it out?" there was a teasing challenge in your voice and you moved a little toward him.

"Yes! I mean N-NO! I mean- Oh my god," Gojo started to stutter and immediately hid his flushed face in his hands. You and Tris sat there looking at him with a look of satisfaction at your prank even though the girl didn't understand what just happened and was just copying your behavior.

"You didn't conceive Megumi at thirteen, did you?" Gojo was even more confused by your question, but when he realized what you were getting at, he pulled his face away from his hands and looked at you raising his eyebrows; you only nodded in response.

"Are we going to watch the Iron Giant?" Tris interjected into the conversation.

"Hmm, are we gonna watch this cartoon for the hundredth time?" you cocked your head as if pondering even though you already knew your answer; dark eyes were looking down at you expectantly. "Of course we'll watch it. Wanna join?" you turned towards the sorcerer again. "Or grown men don't watch cartoons?"

"Gladly," he said carefully hiding a smile. Picking up Tris, you headed into the living room and this time you got another tail.

***

Two elderly men sat in the kitchen sipping hot blueberry tea and watching the three of you on the couch in front of the TV. You and Gojo were sitting close together and Tris kept talking restlessly between you piling pillows around you and trying to get comfortable on either you or the sorcerer. Gojo seemed to be making jokes all the time and after another joke you pinched his nose instead of laughing causing him to let out a disgruntled squeak pursing his lips playfully. "They seem to be getting along quite well," Frank turned to Principal Jaga not taking his eyes off of you.

The headmaster hummed skeptically setting his cup aside. "That restless one gets along pretty well with everyone. As long as they don't get in his way. Anyway, I'm glad he can exhale a little now after everything," Frank sighed restlessly at the principal's words wondering when that opportunity would fall to you as well and the principal certainly noticed it. "So... demons?"

"Well, you could say that," Frank smiled shrugging his shoulders. "A good half of what's said about them in any of the sources is true except..." the gray-haired man faltered, unsure of how to present the information staring first at the end credits of the cartoon you and Gojo were watching then looking up at the night sky through the living room window. "Except they're not of mythological origin. And we call them dioreacts."

The principal furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Frank, but exploded into a low cackle a couple minutes later. "Aliens? Are you serious now?"

Carrying a soiled popcorn dish and hearing the last part of the conversation, you couldn't help but intervene. "What's the matter? Have ya always seen aliens as green little men with mustaches on their heads?"

"No, it's just... Extraterrestrial intelligent life exists after all?" the principal shook his head in disbelief squinting his eyes.

Having put the dishes in the sink, you turned around and leaned against the kitchen unit; Gojo sat down next to Frank and he seeing that you were without Tris, gave you a questioning look. "She wore us out pretty well and fell asleep on the couch. Don't ya dare wake her up," you pointed your index finger threateningly at Frank realizing that if she woke up it would be up to you to entertain her; you then focused your attention on the headmaster. "After all, in the concept of 'extraterrestrial intelligent life' we only understand one word: extraterrestrial. What 'life' is and what 'intelligent' is for some reason no one is in a hurry to explain. So yes, to deny its existence just because it is beyond our comprehension is rather silly."

"But how did they end up on Earth?" the Director asked and you could tell by the look on his face that he still took you for crazy.

"We have no idea why they suddenly began their space expansion. Maybe because of some threat, maybe somewhere in their world they had already evolved to the point where they had nothing left to do but conquer space to keep their evolution from stalling." You scratched your temple thoughtfully and stared up at the night sky. "It's also unclear where they came from, whether from another star system, another dimension, some parallel worlds, another fabric of space-time or Balk ⁴, but either way, there's two pieces of news, good and bad," you perked up, and walked over to the table and sat down across from Gojo who had been listening intently to you all this time. "First and good, they can't interact with us outside of the human body in any way, and neither can we with them. We simply don't have such senses, but the bad one... The bad one sounds exactly the same, but with a different implication. They're infesting people's bodies nonstop. And all this makes us think that they really left their homeland in a hurry because of some danger, and now having found themselves here and having found a shelter in a human body they want to settle here."

Gojo clicked his teeth, something dark and unfamiliar in his eyes. "Why don't they live in peace? We humans are friendly enough creatures."

"It's just that unlike Earth creatures who have an aquatic basis for life, they have it tied to human blood plasma. In large quantities. But they eat us because we're delicious, I guess," you tightened your lips at the unpleasantness of this conversation.

"How is that possible?" the principal asked. "I mean, it's human bodies that they're inhabiting, so they're an earthly life form now, too."

"There is nothing earthly and much less human in them after fusion because the atoms in their molecules have been reshaped and rearranged," you stated flatly, your voice as if it had turned metallic. "By combining certain atoms in a certain sequence we get a structure with properties that a simple bunch of the same atoms don't have, and the name of that structure is a molecule. The basis of life is not somewhere out there at the level of individual atoms, it is higher. The basis of life is molecular. Now try to swap at least two atoms in molecules and living matter having lost its emergent⁵ property will immediately become inanimate turning a human being into a corpse. Now imagine when the Diomorphea having appeared on this planet, began to collide with humans, either completely accidentally or completely intentionally provoking fusion; How many people were killed while the Diomorphea was trying to find the right configuration of atoms with which to exist?

Gojo tilted his head to the side, which made his hair stick out even shaggier, reached out to you and snapped his fingers in front of your nose bringing you out of your information trance. "Diomorphea? What the hell kind of pokemon is that?"

"So-called core. According to the information gathered over thousands of years, the hunters came to the conclusion that all dioreacts used to be something whole, but at the first successful fusion they split into pieces, God only knows how many," you kept looking at the sorcerer trying to stifle the urge to ruffle his hair. "So, the Diomorphea is the core or the first dioreact, ya name it. And there's a suspicion that it's the one that's somehow directly involved in the fusion of all the other split-off dioreacts, otherwise, if every dioreact could conduct a fusion we would all be dropping like flies without explanation."

Gojo hummed propping his head up with both hands. Although he showed genuine interest, his eyes were involuntarily sleepy and he desperately tried to blink away the drowsiness causing his long white lashes to flutter. A mesmerizing sight. "Given the nature of our work, it's strange that we've never encountered them."

"We'll take that as a compliment," you chirped swinging your leg, and your bare foot grazed his equally bare ankle. Casually tapping the table with awkward fingertips and pretending that none of this had just happened, you leaned back further into the back of your chair. "Yeah, and if you've encountered them, it's unlikely ya paid attention. Unless you could feel the effect of the uncanny valley, only instead of disgust and fear ya'd feel an uncontrollable rising sense of anxiety. No one's had that?" you looked around the table at everyone and seeing the headmaster and Gojo shake their heads negatively, you shrugged. "No wonder, ya people are unusual too," suddenly looking up and remembering that you should be somewhere else right now, you added. "Actually, not all dioreacts are bad. Some of them blend into the normal human rhythm of life, and just a couple dozen of them are of great help to us. We owe them a lot, because they told almost everything we know because now even though all dioreacts are divided, they are still a single organism and they see, hear, and feel everything that others see, hear, and feel. The name of such dioreacts is insiders," you jumped up from your chair grabbing your phone off the kitchen counter.

Frank, looking around in confusion and trying to catch a glimpse of your flailing figure looked visibly perturbed. "And where do ya think you're going, young lady?"

"Meet the insider, he texted me," you shouted already from the hallway sitting on a chair and putting on your socks.

"Actually, we contact the insiders ourselves for security purposes!" the indignation in Frank's voice grew with every word uttered, his low voice making the dishes on the table almost shake.

"Really?" you blurted out sarcastically, hoping he would hear it. "And for what purpose did you disable our house's security protocol then?"

Frank couldn't take it anymore, he snorted in indignation standing up from the table so abruptly that the chair beneath him fell over, and headed toward you out into the hallway. "Did I have to make Tris and Mike cut their hands open to give your artificial intelligence their blood for examination?" the tone of his voice sounded like you wanted to leave as soon as possible. "Ya do realize this is a trap, don't you?"

"Well, or the information is so urgent that the insider just doesn't have time to wait for us to deign to contact him. Come on, this one's been tried and tested over the years," you gibbered hastily pulling on your sneakers. "Otherwise, this is such an obvious trap that I'm going to fall for it purely on principle! That's it, I'm out of here," with that you gave Frank a quick hug and dashed out the door that led to the basement floor.

To your surprise, you heard the sound of rushing footsteps behind you. Gojo remembering his past experience didn't dare to grab your hand again. Luckily for him, you finally descended the metal stairs and turned around and seeing your face once again, all the words he wanted to say flew out of his head. "Well, uh— take care," he smiled nonchalantly tucking his hands into his pockets.

"As always," you nodded your head smiling back and examining his endlessly mussed hair. "I apologize in advance," you reached out with a hand, briefly but gently ruffling the snow-white hair. "Gosh, even softer than I thought," you squeaked and whether from haste or embarrassment ran out the huge metal door, leaving Gojo utterly confused, alone with his suddenly feverish heart.

Two days later, you were insanely happy to hear the usually annoying beep of the key card because it meant you were home. Your split eyebrow was almost healed and there were only a couple of minor bruises on your body. As you passed through the metal door, you noted the absence of the white room; the security protocol was still disabled, and therefore Frank was still here. He was right after all, this was all just another trap and the insider who'd been feeding you information for years was dead, but you'd rather eat your own pinky than admit that to him.

It was so late that you were sure that the whole house was asleep with its occupants, but feeling terribly hungry and remembering that there was nothing in the refrigerator in your workroom, you headed for the metal staircase trying to keep the sound of your footsteps in the quietest range. Finally, after turning the doorknob and closing it carefully behind you, you carelessly but also quietly kicked off your sneakers and went straight to the kitchen in total darkness.

When you reached the corner of the kitchen around the corner where the dining table and the refrigerator were located you heard a strange commotion. You listened leaning against the doorjamb, your hand in a dark haze ready to grab your dagger. The quiet creaks of the wooden table, the rustling of clothes and suddenly the sounds of kissing. Hearing it, you wrinkled your nose in confusion. Had Rachel really started bringing lovers into this house? The black haze from your hand disappeared immediately; after thinking about it some more, you hummed contentedly but quietly thinking that maybe it was Kyle who had finally found someone, but still remaining creepily annoyed by the fact that they weren't doing it in a more private place. "Nuh-uh, I told you," a teasing male voice made the already immobile you literally freeze in place. "No kissing on the lips, we've talked about this a thousand times."

He was answered by an equally teasing, languid foxy voice. "What's the matter? Are you saving yourself for the one?" you squinted your eyes and tried to rack your brain to remember anyone in this house with a voice like that.

"I don't see any point in exchanging spittle," Gojo barely finished the sentence as you stepped out from around the corner a bit to check that your hearing wasn't deceiving you. No, that's right. Two half-naked bodies pressed against each other on your dining table. Sorcerer pulling away from the woman began unbuttoning her blouse. "Are you sure you want to do this here?"

You stood still and not knowing what to do, watched their actions with completely blank eyes swallowing a disgusting lump of feelings that tasted more like a dirty floor cloth soaked in rotten blood. If only your legs had been buzzing with fatigue a few minutes ago, now even your head ached. The heavy chains that had shackled your heart long before and had loosened their grip over time, clenched it with renewed vigor.

"Oh, come on!" she giggled pressing her naked thighs against his waist. "Those saints are all sound asleep by ten o'clock at night."

"Then spread your legs a little wider," Gojo grinned finally unbuttoning her blouse and exposing the last of what was hidden.

You flicked the switch, and the light spread across the room just as quickly as your patience was wearing thin. "Not everyone," your face now had a good-natured expression on it instead of blank eyes. "When I told ya not to be alone, I didn't mean it like that, ya know," Gojo pulled away from the girl abruptly and looked at you apparently swallowing.

You didn't forget for a second why you'd come here and you strode lightly past them and straight to the refrigerator. Opening it, you appraised the contents with a glance. "I don't judge people for their kinks, but if ya want to fuck in this house find a more private place."

"We'll remember that," the girl chirped giving you a sly look; still prostrate on the table, she playfully covered her bare breasts with the fabric of her blouse. You grabbed a carton of chocolate milk and slammed the refrigerator door shut and because of your unpleasant emotions, you didn't even notice the sorcerer standing next to you barely moving his parched lips as if he were struggling to get a single word out.

"Or at least not on this table," you tapped your knuckles on the wooden surface next to her white-gray mussed hair. "Because we eat here from time to time. Although, if you're going to eat her out, then I don't even have an objection," you were still keeping a friendly attitude, but it seemed to Gojo that you were literally spitting those words in his face and it also seemed to him that he really deserved it.

You were a moment away from leaving the room, but suddenly you heard the click of the door to the infirmary. You jerked open the refrigerator door and stood across from the two half-naked figures even though you realized that the refrigerator door and your size would not hide the outrage. The next unfamiliar faces were in the room and you slammed the door shut with force barely concealing your irritation.

A woman appeared at the door, a white medical coat draped over her shoulders; her tired look suggested that she was of the same profession. An old man came out behind her. She gave you a look that expressed nothing but a desire to go to bed. "What's going on here?"

"I could ask ya the same question," you waved your hands. "Who are you?"

"Shoko Ieiri, a doctor at Tokyo Magic College."

"Great, that says a lot," you said not hiding the irony bubbling in your voice. You glanced over at the bald old man standing next to her with the ridiculously long beard; you couldn't see his eyes from under his thick gray eyebrows. All of his ears were pierced in completely different places, the jewelry in them playing in the light. The old man seemed to be smaller than you were tall. "And what kind of fossil is that?" the girl behind you burst into laughter, though to you the whole situation was so absurd that it was no longer possible to keep yourself in check.

Shoko cast a glance at the old man before directing her eyes at you and if it weren't for the circumstances you would managed to note that you were crazy about her mole under her eye already. "As of late, our higher-up. Yoshinobu Gakuganji.

"Bring him back to the dig," dropping that phrase, you walked out of the room closing the door with such force that plaster sprinkled from the walls.

You were coming down the stairs to the workroom, one of your hand clutching a carton of hard-won chocolate milk, the other typing an angry message to Frank barely hitting to spell.

[11:57pm] You: I've only been gone for two days so bother explaining why the fuck some obscure doctor paired with a walking antique is walking around freely in our house and someone is fucking on our damn dinner table

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Xibalba – the underworld of the Maya peoples

Ouroboros – a snake eating its own tail; one of the oldest symbols known to mankind. Representation of eternity and infinity, the cyclical nature of life

Van Halen - famous American hard rock band of the 80s.

Bulk - long story short, massive bodies like stars, planets and black holes bend space in the vicinity of themselves, roughly speaking in this form woosh ◡ (you can say 'push down'), space cannot be pushed into nowhere, so Bulk that's the theoretical place where space can be pushed

Emergence - the presence of properties in the system that are not inherent in its components individually; irreducibility of the properties of the system to the sum of the properties of its components (imagine that someone methodically and repeatedly throws a bunch of stones into the air and after each throw there is a non-zero probability that the stones will fall on each other in a certain way forming a certain structure and this structure will have its own set of properties that the pile of stones itself does not possess. For example if once the stones fall so that they form a house (it sounds stupid but this is just an example) it will have properties like protection from rain wind animals etc)

PHEW THIS ONE WAS HARD

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strawberryseeded · 10 months ago

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ITADORI YUJI MYSTERIES AS OF NOW

number 1: why is he so crazy even BEFORE becoming a jujutsu sorcerer

it seems like he had a normal and happy upbringing, he never even met his real parents or had any contact w the sorcery world before the events in the series (his own birth doesnt count) so WHY IS HE LIKE THIS T-T

im so serious. he is UNHINGED. its like his survival instinct kicks in a million years later than normal. stubborn and sturdy almost to a fault, both physically and mentally, always running towards danger unprepared, getting seriously hurt, and getting back up again. like yea ok todo picked him up during his fight w mahito but, dude, itadori has died TWICE in the series till now n hes still going, his will stronger than ever before (ya know wat they say tho, 3rd times the charm am i right hahah*WRECKS THE ROOM*)

i mean even gojo says hes not ok in the head in like chapter 5 (FIVE!!!!!!!!!)

tbh this is the question that bothers me the most but its also prob the one that will never be answered...man..

number 2: did he fucking eat his sibilings.....(spoilers: wrong question)

......who are not rly people i guess..or human.... they are curse/human hybrids which were never truly "born" so they are uh...wombs..or fetuses or smt like dat...mmh yeah knowing this doesnt make it sound less horrifying..

at first i thought he had eaten sukunas last "missing" finger cos he looked so disgusted while saying so (yay sukuita hatred is mutual💕👰🤵)..also hes eaten like 15 of those things till now, so yanno its our daily bread for him..

but then hes talking 2 choso abt this n its like..dude...... dude what do you mean living as a part of you..

long story short: YES HE DID HE ATE THESE FREAKIGN THINGS:

& obviously since hes itadori yuji they didnt take over n instead he got their powers and techniques. i think thats where he got his cool new armor that kinda looks like tough flesh.

and apparently he can manipulate his own blood also, which again i think its the result of eating the death paintings. he made it explode in sukunas face lol but idk if he can do other things w it maybe i missed smt.

he learned to use the technique super fast too BUT thats probably due to the "cheating" yuta metions when sukuna asks how the fuck did they power up so fast. i saw a yt video theorizing this was maybe due to training done in a simple domain that compresses time (like when maki trained w the sumo guy)...idk dude..

(btw i think so, so often abt how gojo theorized that itadori maybe could use sukunas technique/s since itadori was borrowing his cursed power….i wonder if he never could do it cos sukuna was so freaking uncooperative until the bitter end aka their soul divorce lol.. bc clearly itadori is capable of learning techniques that are not his own..idk idkkkk just sayin….wondering…)

OH YEA i almost 4got cos i just made another post abt it but he can also use the fucking reverse curse technique as well. bro even gojo had trouble mastering that..like again yea they "cheated" but still wow.

number 3: this freaking dude can touch souls now

ok we kinda knew this already from mahito and itadori's 1st fight but..this scene:

they switched bodies!!!!!!!......????? i think???!! and i cant think of other reason except an "exchange of souls" bc in jjks world sukunas soul habiting itadoris or megumis body, or the death paintings taking over human bodies are possible ways in which a soul can get inside another body. whats more, mahitos or nobaras techniques can directly affect the soul so this shud totally be possible.

& it looks like itadori in particular can affect others' soul with precision.

the question is How the hell..... bc as far as we know no one else has this power amongst the surviving sorcerers (i want her (nobara) back so bad rn....)

IT COULD BE that book choso got from yuki that contained all of her research abt the soul..still, itadori is the only one whos shown to be able to actually be able to do this so accurately. sukuna is the one who confirms it:

yea idk dude itadori yuji is an absolute beast..im so weirded out when i see ppl underestimate him n caling him an npc, dumb, etc, lol ToT he is such a good character it drives me insanies ..i didnt even touch on his thematic weight in the series (bc OF COURSE, as the main character, he is key in this. his beliefs are core to his character and directly opposes sukunas, in spite of the asshole always laughing in his face about ..just kidding its obviously BECAUSE he is so different from itadori that he just doesnt get it n simply disregards him as a powerless idiot..i mean we r talking abt the guy who valued power so much he casted away everything else, even his own humanityaaaAAAH ok ill shut up nowwww)

#i got TIRED of writing aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA #whatever im off to read fanfics now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga spoilers #di4ry

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farfallasims · 1 year ago

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dear ms farfalla we would like to know more about you :D so what's your favorite color, food, music, movie, tv show, designer brand, food type (asian, indian, Italian etc), book if you read any, hobbies, cat or dog person, fav place you've been to and also your dream vacation? hope this isn't too much lol <3<3<3

It always shocks me that people want to know more about me, but I'll happily answer your questions! Thank you for asking in the first place and being interested, I'm very flattered!

Favorite Color(s) | I love forest green, sage green, and white!

Favorite Food | Sushi. If I'm ever mad at someone, tell them to buy me sushi & I'll be a happy girl.

Favorite Music | I ADORE R&B. I love artists like Sabrina Claudio, Tanerelle, and a recent love of mine is ENNY. Such good vibes. But the polar opposite of this is that I love tropical house music, especially since it's the summer time!

Designer Brand | Louis Vuitton, but I'm biased. My diaper bag as a baby was a Louis, so I always like to think it's my mother's fault for using it! I also really love Bottega Veneta at the moment, as well as Prada.

Books | A Court of Thorns & Roses. Absolutely beautiful series if you're into fantasy romance! But ya girl also loves her men written by women books if you get what I mean...ANYWAYS

Hobbies | I love photography, reading, obviously the sims, going to the beach AT LEAST once a week, tennis, going out to eat at my favorite brunch spot, boutique shopping, etc.

Cats Or Dogs? | BOTH! I have 2 cats & a doberman!

Favorite Place | Right now my favorite place has to be the UK...I think I'm biased since it's where my boyfriend lives so seeing his home was so beautiful. My #1 place to visit though is Egypt. I'm a giant history nerd and I adore ancient mythology/history. So to be able to see the pyramids, the sphynx, etc. in person after being told stories about them would truly be me living in my own fantasy novel!

Once again, thank you for asking and I'm so flattered you wanted to know more about me!

#love to you x #simself

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 2 years ago

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Your thoughts on the most controversial parts of CHoT according to TSC fandom? 🎤 (some topics that were frequently discussed / people had really intense reactions to this whether it was hate, excitement or disappointment)

Grace redemption arc (people either thought that she didn't deserve it or didn't see why any redemption was needed at all cause she's a victim)

James/Cordelia/Matthew love triangle (lots of people thought it was boring and unnecessary. My opinion: I liked Matthew & Cordelia scenes in Paris but I wished their drama ended when they returned, cause Daisy obviously wasn't in love with him + Jesse/Lucie/Matthew could be much more yummier I said what I said)

Christopher's death

Kit & Grace friendship (potential romance?) scenes. (People either thought that he was choosing her over James and that Grace didn't deserve him or were completely in love with them)

Daisy/Lucie relationship (people either hated the idea of them being parabatai cause they thought they're an awful match or were completely in love- THAT'S ME THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SM I HAVE A WHOLE POST WITH PROOFS)

I'm sorry if it's too much🥺you can answer some of them later in a separate post if you want🥺

Eeeeeee okay let’s go I’m bored anyways

First of all, Grace.

I have always been sympathetic towards Grace, especially since we got her POV in Choi. I’m leaning towards, well, she didn’t need a redemption arc cause she’s a victim, BUT it’s a little more nuanced than that.

Grace’s actions hurt people, even if they were driven by Tatiana. What she needed was do understand that people were hurt, forgive herself, acknowledge that it wasn’t her fault (which, again, is a part of her forgiving process towards herself), and start over with a fresh slate, which is what happened. But again, people were hurt. They also needed to take time to themselves, acknowledge their own hurt, go through their anger and all those other emotions, eventually acknowledge that Grace was also a victim, and if they want to, forgive her. Which, again, is what happened!!!!

Grace’s arc was never a redemption arc, it was a healing arc.

Second, the love triangle

I’m just glad i didn’t have to go through a whole book of “ohhhh do I love JAMES or do I love MATTHEW” with Cordelia going for James at like, the very end of the book. I’m glad Cordelia ended the whole triangle business once she realised she would always love James, regardless of whether James loved her back. (And, I loved that in that scene, it wasn’t a question of which boy Cordelia was choosing, but whether Matthew deserved to be second place to someone else, which he didn’t)

Then again this whole thing happened because Matthew and Cordelia kissed on that bridge. Or else once James arrived at Paris all this would be over within like, a hundred pages and there wouldn’t be a love triangle at all.

Then again, I understand WHY that kiss happened sooooo.

Yeah. I’m mostly relieved Cassie didn’t delegate to a boring cliche YA love triangle. She may include an unnecessary amount of love triangles but damn does she write them well.

(Also, yesssss Lucie/Matthew/Jesse was such lost potential and I mourn it everyday)

Third, Christopher’s death

I have a lot of mixed feelings. Why. It made everyone sad. It made Gabriel and Cecily sad, and it’s a shame we never got to see it. Most importantly it’s making my best friend sad, cause Christopher is her favourite character.

Like. Yyyyyeah I know it would be unrealistic for everyone to survive the last book but. Cmon Cassie. Kit? Really? You already killed one Lightwood this series wasn’t that enough? Aaand that too not long after his little brother almost died? Bad Cassie, bad.

I got spoiled for this death before I read the book, and I was scared, but I’m glad his death wasn’t meaningless (like it was for Matthias from SoC). He died protecting Cordelia. He died in Anna’s arms, and his death touched her. His death was the driving force behind Cordelia’s blade when she killed Tatiana. His death led to a very pivotal moment for Grace’s character arc.

Overall, it didn’t seem like a death for a death’s sake, but I wish we saw the impact more - especially on Gabriel and Cecily.

Fourth, Kit and Grace’s friendship

Iiiii don’t really see them in a romantic light, and I’m glad there wasn’t like, any kissing scenes between them.

But other than that, I adored them. Grace needed someone to see the good in her, who believed in her, and Kit was that. Aside from being really really wholesome (I do love a good academic friendship or relationship), this relationship was what Grace needed when she was otherwise completely alone.

Aaand I don’t think he was choosing her over James. He didn’t know, for the majority of the book, that James hated Grace. Heck, no one knew for the majority of the book that James hated Grace. And when he does find out, he flinches. Because he knows James’s hatred means he might have to choose.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t choose Grace over James, he never did, instead, he built a bridge between them. He is the one who talked the whole gang against holding a grudge against Grace. That doesn’t seem like choosing to me.

Finally, Daisy/Lucie friendship

I do see where the first category people are coming from. Not that Daisy and Lucie don’t love each other, but they spent the first two books hiding a lot of secrets and running behind each other’s backs and just. Not being very parabatai-ish

But this book was all about fixing that!!! It was all about them acknowledging they had a problem, arguing about it, making amends, etc etc. Two of their scenes in Edom - the one with the demon Crapas(?) and then again in the shelter, basically sum the whole thing up. Their friendship was out through the wringer this whole trilogy, and they now came out stronger than ever.

So yeah! Basically they love each other, they just had a brief breakup is all :’) all in all, I loved their arc.

#🫶🫶🫶#blues and then purple pink asks #chot spoilers #chot #chain of thorns

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wtfuckevenknows · 1 year ago

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Top 9 Books

thanks for the tag and the crisis @liminalmemories21... I'm cheating because of course I am 🙈

Y'all knew there would be pictures, right?! I do live my life in pictures (theres a reason I studied photography) after all 🤷🏻‍♀️

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Obviously....

2. A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

I've read the whole trilogy but this is by far my favorite (isn't the first one always the best?). Every now and then I need a break from all the romance and then I'll pick up a ya thriller or whatever and this was the perfect quarantine read tbh.

3. Me Before You by Jojo Moyes

Used to be my favorite book until rwrb came along. Also didn't hate the movie...

4. P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern

Unlike here, where the movie kinda ruined the book for me. Read it like 5 times, bawled my eyes out every time and haven't read it since I watched the movie (which also means I've never read it in English). It's on my list actually, to get over the trauma and to finally read it in its original version.

5. Off Campus Series by Elle Kennedy

It's hockey... Do I need to say more?! Some of the best book boyfriends are found in these books 💖

6. The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

I read this in my lunch breaks at work years and years ago and I bawled my eyes out so much that even the kids asked me if I was okay. 🤣 Haven't read it since but loved it very much!!!

7. hush hush by Becca Fitzpatrick

Once again and the first and best book of a trilogy. The only book of my fantasy phase that I would still read again today.

8. What If It's Us by Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera

I loved the first one so much and I was sooooo disappointed by the beginning of the second one I still haven't finished it.

9. Rules for Being a Girl by Candace Bushnell and Katie Cotugno

Such a powerful book. Just read it. I yelled at everyone I knew to read it after I finished. 😂

There could be soooo many more books on this list 😩 I'll just leave you my Goodreads, where you can check out all my 5 Star books if you want to 🙃

Now (don't kill me Lim)...

Gossip Girl by Cecily von Ziegesar

Don't ask how many times I used to read them as a teenager...

Harry Potter

I know, believe me I know! But 7 year old me didn't know and has fond memories of her mom reading to her before bed, before she started reading it herself from Book 3, Book 5 came out while I was hospitalized and I read it in a day... (I own them in English but I've never read them in English 😬)

My three absolute favorite books as a kid/pre-teen:

Flight of the Albatross Der Gesang der Orcas Der Wunschplanet

Honorable mention to these three cook books because I love them very very very much and use them (or recipes from their websites) often!!!

I'm gonna shut up now 😂

No pressure tagging @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @beautifulhigh @three-drink-amy :)))

#tag game #thanks for the tag #books #book recs

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katherine-traylor · 1 year ago

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So, I grew up in the nineties. Our library had a gorgeous YA aisle with a sign reading "Young Adult." Our previous library had had a YA section, too, though it was smaller. And my middle and high school libraries had a shit-ton of YA novels.

Re: "juvenile fantasy": YA is a broad category aimed (officially) at readers from 12 to 18. Kids "read up," so a twelve-year-old will often read about a fourteen-year-old, a sixteen-year-old about an eighteen-year-old, etc. We generally consider YA to comprise "lower YA" (aimed at ages 12-14) and upper YA (aimed at ages 15-18). And then there's middle grade, which aims at kids 8 to 12. Obviously, there's some crossover appeal.

So yes: So You Want to Be a Wizard, the first book in the series, is arguably middle grade and not YA. The protagonists are 13 in the first book. But there are eleven books in the series. By the same token, the first three Harry Potter books are probably middle-grade, books 4-6 are lower YA, and book 7 is upper YA. You can fiddle with the categories if you want; the age ranges aren't a hard and fast rule.

To be clear: Fuck J.K. Rowling. I loved her work, I engaged in the fan community for a decade (starting when I was an older teenager), and I gave her the benefit of the doubt when it came to troubling ugliness in her writing (xenophobia, fatphobia, etc.) I am really disappointed by what she's revealed herself to be, and I usually don't even talk about her books, but she's relevant here.

So the argument is that the Harry Potter series was groundbreaking because before that series came out there were no (or very few) dark or morally ambiguous books for teens available on the bookshelves. And it's true that "upper YA" wasn't so much a thing before Twilight. But that's not because the books didn't exist. They were just shelved in the adult section.

Some books with teenage protagonists and YA-style storylines (often with sexy bits) that were shelved in the adult section of my local library:

The Heralds of Valdemar series by Mercedes Lackey (late 1980s)

The Elvenbane, by Andre Norton and Mercedes Lackey (1991)

Pretty much all of the Dragonriders of Pern series by Anne McCaffrey. (The Harper Hall Trilogy was generally shelved under YA, which was how I found it. Having loved and devoured those, I looked up the author in the card catalog and read everything else of hers I could find.) (1967-on)

Deerskin by Robin McKinley. (Her other books are generally shelved as YA. This one is a horrifying story about rape and incest, but the protagonist is 17 and it's about her reclaiming power and agency and finding love, common themes in all YA genres.) (1993)

These are just a few (I'm trying to remember the bookshelves I looked at 25 years ago), but I'm sure there are lots more I'm not thinking of.

The other argument seems to be that pre-2000s YA didn't contain any/much moral ambiguity or edgy subject matter. To be clear, this is a bad and wrong take, and the existence of V.C. Andrews' Flowers in the Attic (1979) and its sequels pretty much obviates the need for more discussion. But since I never actually read those (they looked too sad and scary), here are some books I personally read:

The Fear Street novels by R.L. Stine (also the author of the explosively popular middle-grade series Goosebumps). To be clear, I read one of the Fear Street novels, because after reading about a character being horrifically scalded in the showers I decided the series was a bit too much for me. (First book: 1989)

Owl in Love by Patrice Kindl. I loved this book and read it multiple times. It's about a teenaged shapeshifter from a family of witches fixating on her adult teacher and deciding he's her destined mate (think "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by the Police, but it's really not the teacher's fault). The person she ends up with is her second cousin. (1995) I also loved The Woman in the Wall, but it's not nearly as dark.

Sabriel by Garth Nix. One of my all-time favorite fantasy novels. It's about a teenaged necromancer trying to rescue her father from beyond the gates of Death. (1995)

Tamora Pierce is the great unstoppable queen of YA fantasy. Her books span the full range from middle grade to upper YA, so some of them are very sweet and gentle, but there's lots of violence and dark magic and "I don't want to kill you... you're my brother..." as well as romances with very questionable age gaps. I read and loved the Song of the Lioness quartet (1980s), but my favorites were the Immortals books (1990s). The next quartet, Protector of the Small, is very approachable, but one scene deals very frankly and openly with birth control, which made it pretty unique among YA books I've read.

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. These span from middle grade into lower YA, I think. The book I read most was The Golden Compass/Northern Lights (1995), whose protagonist is a brilliant liar and the daughter of two evil people who accidentally gets her best friend human-sacrificed while trying to save him. (Sorry, spoiler alert.)

Animorphs by K.A. Applegate. You want violence? You want trauma? You want interspecies relationships? Here you go. The first ones are probably middle-grade, but they're definitely YA at the end. (1995-2001)

Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. Often shelved with the adult books. Teen (? younger?) prodigy beats the shit out of bullies, then obliterates an entire species by accident. (1985)

Invitation to the Game by Monica Hughes. Teens graduate, discover there are no jobs anywhere, are shipped off to live with the Unemployed, and are eventually shot off into space. I loooved this book and read it multiple times. (1990)

The Blue Sword and The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley. Hero is about an underappreciated princess who lacks the expected magical powers and finds her own way to defeat the dragon that threatens the kingdom. She gets horrifically burned a lot in the process. The Blue Sword is a little problematic in that it's pretty Orientalist, but it's about a teenager being abducted from her bed at night by a man who saw her in a vision. (Don't worry, she's fine. They get married at the end, after she learns to fight, gains legendary powers, and defeats a vast army almost singlehandedly.) Basically everything McKinley writes is YA, including Sunshine, which even has a vampire in it. (1980s on.)

The Darkangel, by Meredith Ann Pierce. Just fucking read it; it's great. (1982)

The Unicorn trilogy by Tanith Lee. Young sorceress meets revenant unicorns, travels the world, deals with her horrible family. (1991-1997) Lots of her other work also applies here.

The Ghost Drum by Susan Price. This was one of my "did I dream that?" books for years. Baba Yaga's apprentice (originally a stolen baby) uses shamanic powers to try and rescue the Czar's son from imprisonment. There's lots of death and undead possession of bodies here, including by the good guys. (1987)

Patricia McKillip wrote tons and tons of gorgeous, dreamy YA way before the 2000s. The Forgotten Beasts of Eld (1974) is one of the most famous. Again, it was just classed as a fantasy novel when it came out, but today it would definitely be shelved as YA.

I need to go and do things, but there are definitely other books that should go on this list. I just don't understand takes like this, because it makes me think that either the person wasn't choosing to read fantasy before the 2000s, or they weren't alive/old enough to read fantasy before the 2000s, and they've just decided anything they personally don't know about doesn't exist? Very weird.

So, like, the thing you have to understand is that prior to the mid-2000s, the "Young Adult" genre as we now know it didn't exist. The expectation was that you would graduate to the adult aisle of the book store at, like, 13-14. This worked because the only people still reading long form novels into their teens were precocious bookworms who were better read than their parents.

Harry Potter changed all this. The success of the Harry Potter books convinced the publishing industry that selling full length novels to normie children was a business model. The thing about the Harry Potter books, though, is that at least for the early books, the target audience was a bit younger than what we think of as the YA demographic; tweens, rather than teens. Now, the publishing very much wanted to keep all these normie kids buying books into their teens and beyond, but the previous model of treating teens as functionally adults for marketing purposes would not work; there was simply no way that normie parents were going to let their normie kids read fully adult novels where the characters, like, do drugs or have unprotected sex and stuff. So, in order to be allowed to market to the teen demographic, the YA genre was created.

However, teens have an inherent interest in reading about sex and violence and drugs, and so authors who are able to incorporate these kinds of themes into their YA novels in a discrete way such that it flies under the radar of the moral guardians are met with success. But this is a precarious tightrope to walk. Not enough "mature" themes and the teens will loose interest, to much or to blatant and the teens won't be allowed to read it. And so, it should come as no surprise, that the first person to successfully navigate this tight rope was a Mormon housewife with a vampire fetish.

#reading #books #fantasy #ya #middle grade #bad takes

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or-something-better · 1 year ago

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November 16, 2022

Nightly RP (Ruby played Bela Sam played Demon Parker)

Sam

Slipping the gun back into it’s case, I close it and move it over to the onto the ‘completed stack’. Looking at the arrangement of weapons on the table before me, I try not to feel daunted by the amount of time this inventory process is taking. Afterall, this entire thing was all my fault anyway, since it was my computer program that we were uploading the information too. Picking up an ornate knife next, I scan the ledger for it and see that it isn’t listed. Hey, Henry… See what you can find out about this, would you?

Patience

cataloging some weapons with Sam Ruby and Henry

Ruby

Here's the next one, Meg... Lamar Archaeology: Mississippian Chiefdoms in the Deep South. Author is Mark Williams.

Sam

Okay Patience, here we go… Item Number 2474 Anelace, it’s obviously an ornate medieval long dagger I turn it sideways and can just make out an old crest. Says House of Glenn… I’m guessing about 14th century, maybe.

Meg

writing it down in a notebook labeled "dungeon spellbooks", I comment slow down, that's a long one. I smirk a little

Patience

grabbing my pen and paper writing down everything Sam throws at me to catalog got it Sam

Henry

helps out with the books. Puts them in the correctly goes on the computer

Crowley

I pour another round of drinks and smirk looking over at Bobby You did good out there old man.

Bela

What about me? I helped too!

Bobby

Why thank you, Crow.

Crowley

I smile indulgently You did well out there too darling. It's just Robert needs a bit more encouragement being.... out of practice and all.

Bobby

Oh yeah, you helped alright. I say sarcastically and scoff Hey, I'm just as good now as I ever was!

Bela

Raising my glass Anything is better than cataloging. I’d have become a librarian if I wanted to do that.

Crowley

Mhm, I'm sure you are darling. I raise a glass A toast to our success

Ruby

Here, here! I down the shot.

Bobby

sighing and shaking my head, I raise my glass.

Crowley

My phone rings and I check the number, not recognizing it and answer. The words on the other side only serving to piss me off further. Hanging up, I look to my companions. The drinks can wait, we're leaving.

Bobby

I give you a look What? We earned it! Whatever it is, it can wait.

Bela

We just got here! What’s so damned important?

Crowley

I hold up my hands cutting them off I'll explain later. Close it up, we're leaving.

Bobby

With a grumble, I get up and start closing up shop. The good thing about liquor is that it don't have legs and walk away when you're gone.

Crowley

I round everyone up after and we vanish

Sam

I look up to Patience waiting for her to finish writing down what I’d just said. Ready? Okay, add to that 17th century Armenian...

Patience

following Sam's orders I write down 17 the century Armenian got it Sam next

Meg

writing down the last title, I shake my hand out man, I didn't realize we had that many! I'm getting a cramp!

Henry

keeps typing away how close are we to being done?

Ruby

Let's take a break and get something to drink.

Meg

Standing up with the notebook in hand sounds great!

Crowley

I appear with my hostages

Patience

jumps as the guys from the bar pop in SHIT WHAT THE HELL GIVE A PERSON SOME WARNING WHY DON'T YA

Bobby

I appear, arms folded

Sam

I jump involuntarily when the others just pop in Damn it, Crowley. Would it kill you to use the door like everybody else?

Ruby

Glancing over at Meg as we enter the map room, Anything in particular you want to drink? Hearing Patience, I look over seeing Bela, Crowley, and Bobby.

Henry

Crowley!

Meg

walking with Ruby into the map room oh, hey guys! What are you doing here?? Thought you were out hunting?

Crowley

I snarl and start pacing as soon as we arrive, conjuring and snuffing out a fireball as I do so. Is this everyone here?

Sam

Not sure what Crowley’s getting at with that question, so I’m a little hesitant to answer uhhh, yeah… I think so. Pretty sure everyone else went out earlier.

Patience

answering Crowley yes it's all of everyone else bailed

Crowley

I mutter under my breath before ceasing my pacing I suppose you'll do. I calm myself and stare down the group. I got a call today by some upstart demons. They want to make a move for my throne.

Bobby

Do you know who's playing against you?

Meg

hearing crowley explain his anger, I start fidgeting extra and avoid everyone's eyes

Crowley

I shake my head in frustration and conjure a drink

Ruby

Watching Meg, I notice something’s off. She seems really nervous about something. Hey, Meg. Everything ok?

Meg

Um... yea. It's just.... really nervous with crowley in the room I met with some.... demons a while back. They were asking me if I would join them... not looking at crowley specifically, I murmur take the throne from crowley. putting up my hands in supplication to crowley I told them no! I told them they were stupid! They were small time. No way I was doing that! finally looking at Crowley

Sam

REALLY Meg?!

Henry

goes to climb on Crowley for a hug

Crowley

I roar with anger and surge forward, slamming Meg against the wall by her shoulders How small-time are they Now? Hmm Sister

Sam

Unprepared for Crowley’s anger, I move forward and try to intervene OW! Whoa whoa… let’s all just calm down a little, okay?

Patience

What!!!! Meg are you serious

Bobby

my brows go up at this. and I flinch as you're thrown into the wall.

Meg

trying to get free like I said! They were small time! There was no way they could take it from you!! I told them fuck no!!

Henry

Please calm down. Hug your anger out keeps hugging Crowley

Meg

Please crowley! I'm sorry!!

Crowley

I relax and step back rubbing Henry's back I'm calm, I'm calm. I pause for a moment. You all need to go to hell....pun not intended. But we need to find out everything we can.

Sam

Not in a huge hurry to return to Hell after just getting out of the Void, I shake my head I’m not going anywhere until I get this mess taken care of. You’re the King of Hell, I’m sure that anything going on there, you’ve got that covered. Right Crowley?

Patience

thinking hell no thanks. Um hell well no I'm good staying to help Sam hells you guys thing.

Henry

I’m staying with Sam to help. Not feeling like going to hell today

Bela

I’ll come! I can be of help somehow.

Crowley

No Bela, out of the question. I say firmly.

Ruby

I can give you a hand, Crowley. No telling what’s going on down there.

Crowley

Thank you Ruby, you'll be most helpful.

Bela

What?! Why should Ruby be able to go but I can’t?! I’m not a helpless damsel you have to take care of all the time!

Crowley

No Bela, you're not coming.

Bela

What sort of reasoning is that?!

Crowley

This isn't just your run of the mill hunt Bela. This is Hell, a coup. It's dangerous, I want you safe.

Bela

Not necessarily buying his explanation, I know when to choose my battles. Fine! But I don’t like it!!

Bobby

Well, if none of you are up for it, I guess I have to step up, don't I? I say, hands in my pockets, a bit nervous Count me in.

Crowley

I look shocked at Bobby's agreement but takes Bela's hand I want Ruby and Meg just because they know Hell already. I let go and go to gear up

Meg

nodding my head solemnly, not wanting to piss crowley off more

Crowley

Gather round everyone. Let's leave.

Meg

stays near Crowley

Crowley

I grab Bobby and nod before we vanish

Bela

I give Crowley one final look, hoping it's not the last

Sam

Before they leave, I catch Ruby's eyes and mouth the words Be Careful

Ruby

I quickly give Sam a wink

Meg

appearing in hell with the others, feeling ashamed I didn't say something sooner to Crow

Crowley

As we arrive in hell, I look to the people who have joined me There's only two possible demons stupid enough to do this. Parker and Mastif. We're splitting up and Meg is coming with me because......trust issues.

Meg

Yes sir. nodding

Ruby

I’m familiar with Parker. I know where he hangs out when he’s here. Bobby, you want to come with me?

Bobby

Lead the way. I say a bit distracted by the fact I’m back in freckin' hell...

Ruby

Popping us closer to where I think Parker might be, I lead Bobby over and point out his cubicle.

Crowley

I grab her elbow and lead her towards Mastif

Meg

being pulled along I'm coming.

Bobby

No one's home.

Ruby

Don’t be so sure. He’s a sneaky one. Let's go. Carefully opening the door, I take a quick look and see it's clear. Come on. We don't want to stand here too long.

Bobby

I look around cautiously, expecting a demon to come out at any second. Then I’m called over.

Ruby

The room looks the same as the last time I was here. There are items strewn around waiting for trade or sale. Bela would have a field day here!

Bobby

on my search, I find a list that looks to be spell books under a bottle of which I DO NOT want to know what! What in the...

Sam

A Loud Crash comes from the hallway

Ruby

Walking around the room, I step on a board that gives off a loud squeak. Bouncing on it a couple of times, I kneel down and see a board that’s loose. Pulling it up, I take a look into the space below it. Jackpot! Reaching in, I begin to pull out Angel Blades! 3…4…5… Damn!...Reaching around to make sure I didn’t miss anything, I feel one more. 6! I think Parker cornered the market!

Ruby

Hearing a crash, I turn to Bobby. What the Hell was that? Getting up off the floor, I head for the hallway.

Bobby

I don't know. lets go find out.

Meg

nearing a cave I point at it I think that's his spot.

Crowley

And you just happened to know Exactly where it was? I ask suspicious look at this photos.

Meg

ducking into the cave, I look around the mess this place is trashed! looking at the photos on the wall that's Harvell’s. Isn't it?

Crowley

Yes. However, I don't recognize this warehouse.

Meg

taking the other photo this is a warehouse near Ruby’s place. looking around again Why would he have these? I've got a really bad feeling crowley.... looking toward the cave entrance

Crowley

We should go back, something feels off.

Meg

nodding vigorously let's go find bobby and Ruby.

Crowley

I nod and head back down the hallways with purpose

Meg

arriving at parkers "cubicle" I notice ruby and bobby are nowhere to be found

Crowley

I look around concerned There's clearly been a struggle. They must have found something.

Meg

Heeyy, crowley? searching through the debris where are they? I find a floorboard pulled free Maybe we should get back to the bunker? looking to Crowley

Crowley

You're right Meg. We need to regroup I say finding nothing and grab her before vanishing

Sam

I wait for Bela to finish what she’s writing. Bela, you ready for the next one? I hold up the Throwing Star for her to see.

Bela

Writing down everything Sam says, I grumble. World class procurer and here I sit playing SECRETARY!

Patience

going through the books cataloging them one by one. Boy there are a lot of books on Armenian culture

Henry

Yeah we do

Patience

naming of each book for Henry I'm suddenly not speaking anymore but in a vision I'm moving in slow motion walking around Ruby and Bobby seeing them in trouble and about to die shaking head I have to tell the others

Henry

runs to her what you see?

Sam

Patience!

Patience

Um guys Bobby is at Harvell’s and Ruby is in a random warehouse

Sam

Moving to her side, I listen to her newest vision. What?! That’s it? Patience, are you sure? Try to replay it and make sure you didn’t miss anything. It could be really important. We need to find them now.

Bela

Gleefully throwing down the ledger, I toss the pen after it, raising my hands Thank God!! No More Writing!!

Crowley

I appear with Meg looking worried

Meg

arriving back at the bunker with crowley, feeling like crap Hey guys, we... um. Found some stuff. showing them the pictures

Henry

Where are Ruby and Bobby?

Meg

shifting awkwardly that's what we didn't find. They're missing.

Sam

Already grabbing my jacket and making sure the Demon Blade is secure in its pocket. I’m going to find Ruby

Bela

I can go to Harvelle’s! Without waiting, I grab my Ralph Lauren Double-Breasted Lambskin Leather Blazer and start putting it on.

Patience

feeling useless I love those guys and don't want anything to happen to happen to them but I really don't think there's anything Henry or I can do to help

Henry

I don’t think my telekinesis are going to be useful today

Sam

It’s okay Patience. You and Henry stay here and hold down the fort. Tucking the pistol into the waistband at the small of my back, I pull my shirt down to conceal it. If anyone comes back tell them what’s happened… and if you get anything more, you call me right away, alright?

Crowley

Grab your weapons Bela. We're going after Bobby. I say steeling myself

Bela

I grab my Gucci Soho Leather Flap Shoulder Bag and pull out my Glock G43. Ready!

Patience

Will do Sam and hey all of you come back safe

Meg

I'll go with you Sam. putting a few extra blades into innocuous pockets and hiding places

Sam

I nod at her Great. Thanks Meg I grab my backpack and reach over to touch her shoulder. Ready

Meg

waving at patience and henry, we vanish

Crowley

I take Bela's arm and we vanish together

Patience

waves at Meg as she vanished

Sam

Staying hidden beside an outdoor storage area, I can see the warehouse across the street. The 4 men I could see appeared to be stationed as lookouts, and not just the usually employees you might ordinarily see. Meg… are they demons?

Meg

looking at the men they are. How do you want to do this?

Sam

Of course they are, at least I knew that we were in the right place. Looks like that door on the end is the only way inside.

Meg

Yea? seeing another demon appear coming through the door Sam just talked about you sure about that?

Sam

Look, Ruby’s in there, I’m going in Meg. We’ve all got a better chance of walking away from this if you’ll get us both inside that place.

Meg

OK. Fine. Grabbing Sam’s arm, I pop us into a nice dark corner of the warehouse

Crowley

I pop Bela and I outside the bar It's surrounded, we'll need to be careful. I'm going to pop you into the cooler I remove my coat and place it over your shoulders. I'll come get you when I'm inside.

Bela

What?..Wait!...No!

Crowley

I pull Bela close and shut her up with a brief kiss Be quiet until I get you. You can scream at me as much as you want after.

Bela

Oh, you can rest assured there WILL be screaming! Which I convey through my stare!

Crowley

I smirk a little and vanish you inside before turning and confidently striding into the bar

Patience

sitting at the table trying to concentrate shit trying to get everything in order I slammed a book shut. Dammit I feel so helpless I should be out there helping I try to say to myself"

Henry

hearing her muttering I sit beside her they will be fine. There’s nothing we can do besides sit here and make sure we have drinks and food for them ready. side hugging her

Patience

hugging Henry back Henry I appreciate you for saying that but how do you know?

Henry

shrugs they also are fine or find a way out. Plus we got demons on our side too.

Sam

Keeping to the shadows inside the warehouse, I’m slowing leading Meg along the outer-most wall of the building. I can see office-like rooms off to the right and figure that’s the most likely place to hold a captive.

Meg

following Sam, as stealthy as I can, we move toward the offices and I see a door open. I freeze midstep

Sam

Moving around the door in one smooth fast motion, I bury Ruby’s blade in the demon’s chest up to the hilt and smile with satisfaction as the flash of light signals his final death. One down. Glancing at Meg, I let the demon sink to the ground and then wipe the blood off the blade on his shirt. Nodding towards the now open door, I signal to her we’re going through it.

Meg

nodding at Sam I follow. When we go through the door I see 2 more demons "guarding" a door, I look at Sam

Sam

Stepping into the new hallway, I see its guarded by two more demons. Breaking to the left around Meg, I rush forward and crash hard into a much shorter demon.

Meg

taking Sam’s lead I charge the other demon knocking him down

Sam

Getting shoved backwards, I catch my shoe on a broken piece of cement in the floor and stumble a few steps. Regaining my footing, I shoot a swift glance at Meg, see that she’s holding her own, and re-engage the demon before me with renewed fury. After a couple swings, that were blocked at the last second and one solid punch to the face that may have broken my nose, I stab the demon deep in the side of the neck. His final scream cut short, as the tip of the blade exits through his vocal cords.

Meg

as I try to sit up from fall the demon squirms and tries to shove me off, almost managing, hitting me in the face, but I slide a nice long knife from my sleeve and ram it in his heart, killing it

Sam

Standing up and breathing hard, I see Meg is the victor of her fight as well. With a wave of my hand I indicate the door the two had been guarding. Crossing over to it, I yank it open and rush inside.

Meg

I nod at Sam to go ahead and follow him inside

Crowley

I stride into the bar, clocking two demons behind me

Demon Parker

Boldly entering the Roadhouse that had always been thought of as the domain of Hunters, already felt like a Win. Dragging along beside me the cuffed and compliant demon Sam Winchester would surely come for, was just further icing on the cake. Throwing her roughly to the ground, I point at one of the demon’s standing over Crowley and bark an order. Don’t take your eyes off her.

Ruby

I slam into the floor, hitting my head in the process. Enough to see stars but still conscious. Just you wait, asshole! I glare at him!

Crowley

I stare in shock and stare in shock at seeing Ruby but compose my expression

Demon Parker

You look surprised, Crowley. Surely even you know that the younger Winchester would go directly to the bitch’s side… and with Bobby Singer already dead… I can’t help but laugh She seemed the next best thing.

Bela

Taking out my phone, I call Patience at the bunker, filling her in. I am in the cooler waiting, at least that’s the plan, for him to open the door.

Crowley

I laugh you're more stupid than I thought If you believed I actually care about them. I roll my eyes. No, I'm just here to kill you for thinking you could dare and try to usurp me.

Demon Parker

Laughing harder. Now that IS just funny, right there. Walking closer to the former so-called King of Hell You know, I can’t even imagine how someone as… mediocre… as you, ever held the Throne. Laughing again But no more…

Patience

seeing Bella's name pop up my phone I quickly answer it are you ok

Bela

Trying to keep my teeth from chattering I’m in a damned freezer! Even with Crowley’s coat on, I’m freezing in here! He had better hurry or there will be hell to pay!

Patience

putting the phone on speaker so Henry can hear be safe Bela wish I were there to help

Crowley

I just shake my head and subtly snap my fingers to unlock the freezer Oh If I'm mediocre then you really should be wearing a dunce cap.

Bela

Just then the door opens!. Gotta Go! I have some Demons to kill! Hanging up, I toss the phone into Crowley’s pocket and take out my blade and quietly leave the cooler.

Henry

Be safe and have fun killing demons

Patience

worried as Bela hangs up damn Henry

Bela

Carefully I make my way toward the front, not encountering any demons on the way. Staying hidden, I see Crowley sitting in a chair. Getting his attention, I nod my head toward him.

Henry

What

Patience

I think now would be a good time to pray putting my phone down

Henry

Dad not going to answer or Cass

Sam

Surprise sweeps over me when the room is empty except for one demon. Where is she?

Crowley

I nod slightly in Bela's direction

Bela

Waiting, I slip behind the bar, unnoticed and wait for just the right opportunity.

Meg

walking in behind Sam I freeze, looking around..... at nothing and no one

Patience

Mastif. Well well well Sam friggin Winchester coming to save his girl. Surprised she's not here dumbass

Patience

Mastif not who I expected but oh well you should enjoy the show I do have something I need to finish here

Sam

I glance at Meg and realize that she knows this demon.

Meg

turning my head toward Sam in a question like the fuck?

Patience

Mastif waving my hands throwing Sam against the wall"

Sam

Before I can say anything else, I’m thrown backwards and hit the wall hard, unable to move.

Meg

my eyes go black as mastif puts Sam on the wall

Patience

Mastif. walking around Meg shaking my head at her t't't why did you not want to join us instead you chose to stay with these peons

Meg

Shaking my head at this stupid demon you guys are out of your mind mastif! There's no way in.... well, hell you will be able to take throne from crowley. He the fucking king! You'll never get it. looking back at Sam

Patience

Mastif. shaking my head at her again join us now demon and maybe you might get to live

Meg

taking a step closer and pulling out another blade Not on your life!

Patience

Mastif t',t't I'll be right back demon whore. Mastif dragging bobby by his collar I stand in front of Meg so she and Sam can see what I've done to him"

Sam

Bobby?! Even though he appears bruised, I’m glad to see that he's still in one piece. But where the hell is Ruby?

Bobby

As I come out, I look all kinds of pissed off. I'm bruised up, bleeding, got a black eye... if it isn't for my hands being tied, i wouldn't hesitate to rip this bastard apart. Oh hey! Friends are here! At last! FINALLY! YA IDJITS COULDN'T GO A LITTLE FASTER, HUH??? No... no... calm...

Meg

seeing Bobby, my heart starts to beat faster

Patience

mastif. pulling up a chair and sits in it flinging this human to the floor in front in front of me

Bobby

I let out a short cry as I’m pushed to the ground. I offer Sam and meg a weary smile. At least someone came for him. I can’t think of anyone better to.

Patience

stroking Bobby's hair like he's my on personal puppy

Bobby

Back to my pissed off face. I try to move away from Mastiff, grimacing.

Meg

as I watch mastif petting bobby like that my blood boils don't touch him you skeezy fucker! moving in closer to attack

Patience

Mastif with a wave of my hand throwing Meg to the wall next Sam

Sam

As Meg slams into the wall beside me, I try to struggle against the power holding me even more. Mastif!!

Meg

I drop one of my blades as I am thrown across the room

Patience

Mastif raising my eyebrow in Sam's direction

Sam

So, all this because you have designs on Crowley’s Throne… I laugh sardonically You? Maybe you think roughing up women and old men makes you powerful, but you’re just a joke.

Bobby

SAM! MEG! ohhhhhh yeah. I’m gonna gank this man bitch

Patience

Mastif standing abruptly dropping the drunk beat up human to the floor what the hell do you know about it?

Sam

I clamp by teeth tightly together as Mastif advances, relieved to see that he’s forgotten Bobby for the moment. No way you’ve got what it takes assume the title King of Hell… it’s only a matter of time before one of your hostages stabs you in the back.

Bobby

I grunt, falling flat on my face. I only half register that the knife is in my reach. I’m too absorbed by current events at the moment. Then I come to my senses and grab the knife slowly as not to attract attention. I hide it under my leg and sit up.

Meg

I keep my eyes on bobby, and give a small nod, telling him to do it

Bobby

I nod back, determined to finish this.

Patience

Mastif. Blowing bobby kiss as I look back to Sam and Meg what do you think of my new boyfriend. He'll be a nice queen of hell

Bobby

OH GAG! When Mastiff isn’t looking, I pull myself to my feet. I run at him with the knife in hand. I thrust the knife into the his back into his heart as he gets out the boyfriend bit. Sorry to break your heart, but not even in your wildest dreams!

Patience

Mastif. Letting out a loud roar as I feel the blade going through back to heart. ROAR FALLING TO THE GROUND

Sam

Suddenly released from the wall, I reach and clap Bobby on the shoulder. Thanks Bobby. You okay? I’m almost afraid to ask. Do you know anything about Ruby?

Meg

falling to floor thanks bobby. Nice job. I stand next to Sam looking at bobby. Still kinda surprised it's not ruby here

Bobby

Yeah, I'm fine all things considering. A little creeped out. but fine. She's at the bar.

Sam

Harvell’s? We need to get there, come on... Meg can you take us?

Bobby

The idjit didnt' know who he was messin' with, I grin proudly

Meg

looking from bobby to Sam and back again I say um, maybe we should call patience and henry. Let them know about bobby at least? shrugging so they can stop worrying a little?

Sam

I see the logic in what she says, there is no way I want a rash decision on my part to put Ruby in any further danger. Pulling out my phone, I hand it to Meg. Here, you call them. I start to pace while I wait.

Meg

taking the phone I dial patience's phone

Patience

answers my phone putting it on speaker for Henry to hear what's going on Sam

Meg

putting it on speaker so we can all hear meg, actually, but yes. We're here, and so is bobby.

Patience

Oh thank thank you what about Ruby I have Henry here too

Meg

I guess she's at the bar. We are gonna there next. Help crowley, if he needs it.

Patience

Ok sounds like a plan should you send bobby here?

Meg

Yea, that's sounds good. You guys take care of him, he's beat up pretty good. I'll send him in a minute.

Patience

We're waiting we'll take care of him

Meg

OK. Talk to you later. hanging up the phone, I look at bobby you ready?

Patience

Please be safe we want you all back safely

Bobby

Fine. If you insist I'll go back to the bunker.

Patience

hanging up my phone and waiting for Bobby

Meg

I do. winking at him and waving my hand at bobby he vanishes back to the bunker, I look at Sam you ready? putting the phone in my pocket

Sam

I hold on to Bobby Hurry Meg

Meg

we vanish to the bar

Crowley

with Bela behind the bar, I turn my full attention back to Parker and smile indulgent Pray, tell me. Why do You think you'd be a better king than myself?

Demon Parker

Chuckling again Who better? I hold up my hands indicating myself Face it Crowley. As soon as you threw in with this Hunter lot, you were finished. Pacing back and forth before him, warming to the subject Every evil thing out there knows that you’ve gone soft and they’re all just lining up to take your place… We just decided to push ourselves to the front of the line. Stopping before him, I lean over and look him in the eyes. A pompous douchebag like you shouldn’t serve as dog catcher… you’re no King.

Crowley

I just smirk entertained Oh really, you think so? I snap my fingers and the demon on parkers left is teleported into one of my privet dungeons in shackles. Would you like to continue digging your grave?

Lower Demon

Master Parker, we should have put Crowley in a Devils Trap!

Bela

This is it! Rushing out, I hold my blade steady and slam it as hard as I can into the back of the demon while telling him No Shit Sherlock!

Crowley

I stand from the common bar chair and brush my jacket off with an unimpressed look towards the demon corpse

Demon Parker

Uggh, Ridiculous! I spin around planning to leave, only to find that the younger Winchester and Meg have arrived to join the party

Meg

appearing in the bar with Sam standing behind parker

Sam

Appearing in Harvell’s Bar, it only takes me a second to see that things have already started to go down. As the demon in the center of everything turns to face me. I take a step forward and ready for a fight.

Demon Parker

Hate radiates from me as I look at the crowd now gathered in solidarity against me and decide it’s better to fight another day. Making a snap dash for the door, I get my hand on the knob feeling the triumph of success.

Meg

I see Parker head for the door and let my demon killing blade fly, piercing his neck

Demon Parker

Lightning-like pain shoots through me and my body jerks violently before falling to the ground dead.

Sam

As the demon scum is dying my attention as already turned to Ruby. Rushing over to where she’s seated on the floor, I bend down and look her over. Ruby, you okay?

Ruby

Sitting up, hands still cuffed, I feel a trickle of blood sliding down the side of my head. Watching Meg kill Parker gives me a sense of satisfaction. Looking over I see Sam, and smile at him, wincing at my split lip. I’m okay, Sam. Just a bump or two. Let’s go home.

Sam

Helping her to stand, I slip an arm around her waist until I’m sure she’s steady on her feet. I know you do… but that’s probably not our best move right now.

Bela

Rushing over to Crowley, I give him a once over to see that he’s okay, then grab him in a bear-hug as relief pours over me.

Crowley

I turn and catch Bela in my arms I told you I trusted you to hold your own. I tighten the hug glad she's safe as well.

Meg

watching everyone embracing makes me think of Cass, and my good mood downshifts a bit. I clear my throat saying maybe we should get back to the bunker?

Sam

I reach out and touch Meg Let’s go

Meg

I take Sam and ruby and we vanish appearing in the bunker with Sam and ruby

Sam

Relieved to be back at the Bunker and see that everyone seems to be doing well. I turn to Ruby and feel sick at the beating I know she took. Come on, let’s get those cuts cleaned up.

Crowley

I appear at the Bunker keeping Bela close

Bobby

I sit at the map table looking like an unhappy camper with a shit load of wounds

Patience

sitting at the map table tending to Bobby's wounds I look up just as the others pop in. Oh thank goodness you all are finally back I've been so worried

Sam

Taking a small Med Case out of the cabinet, I open it on the map table and pull Ruby over pressing her to sit down. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s just about to insist to me that she’s fine.

Ruby

I’m fine, Sam!

Sam

I chuckle at her and cut her off. Don’t be a baby…

Meg

looking at patience hey. Sorry I left you guys to this cataloging on your own.

Patience

feeling relieved to see them back. Oh Meg we didn't mind at all.

Bela

Turning to Crowley, it’s time to bring up the elephant in the room between us. Tell me Crowley, is this always going to be a problem? You having to fight to stay on the throne while others try to take it away?

Crowley

I sigh and look down at her, taking her hands Probably. We put this rebellion down fairly quickly, so that should discourage any new ones for a while. But it's a hazard for any monarch. An even larger hazard for a monarch in Hell.

Bela

Somehow, that does not bring me comfort.

Henry

That will never end

Bela

Nor does that!

Ruby

Not being able to help myself, I have to add, Heavy is the head that wears the crown, eh Crowley? That crown is a bullseye.

Crowley

I roll my eyes Ain't that the truth lasse.

Patience

finishing up with tending to Bobby I stand up and walk over to Sam. Sam I'm really sorry I couldn't get the cataloging finished I just couldn't get my head into it I was to worried

Sam

Patience, that doesn’t matter. You did good. It was your vision that allowed us to get everyone back safe and sound.

Bobby

Thanks, Pay. I owe ya one.

Henry

hugs Crowley

Crowley

I turn and hug back

Meg

an idea coming to my devilish brain, I give patience an evil smile I can help now. And even better, crowley and Bela can help us. I look at Bela and snigger

Bela

Oh, no! I am not a secretary!

Patience

Na ya don't that's what I'm here for to help with whatever I can

Crowley

I laugh softly come now Bela, we can help. I'll even do the writing if it's that much of an issue

Patience

Oh thank you Meg maybe I can concentrate now

Bela

I can see I am not getting out of here any time soon! Fine!

Bobby

I offer you an appreciative smile. Well, I’m calling it a well deserved night’s sleep. Goodnight everyone! I head out, yawning. Muttering to myself: That’s the last time I let anyone take me to hell!

Ruby

I don’t know about you, Sam, but I’m ready to go home.

Sam

Ruby, that sounds really good to me, Let’s get you home...

Patience

nodding to Bobby night bobby

Ruby

Night everyone! I pop us to the apartment.

Patience

Night Ruby and Sam hopefully they heard me

Henry

Night

Meg

this has been a fun filled day. Hasn't it? I make drinks appear for all

Crowley

I chucks fondly and conjure us both drinks as I grab the catalog list At least Moose will appreciate my efforts

Patience

Oh thank you Meg I can use this as I laughed. What a day

Ruby

Thanks! I think I'm going to need this!

Meg

We can make this a fun cataloging drinking game. laughing

Ruby

Sam would kill us......let's do it!

Patience

Oooh sounds fun let's get it done

Meg

taking a sip, I sit down to write

The End

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1. At the bunker Sam, patience, Ruby, henry and meg are cataloging everything(books, weapons, etc). Sam is looking at a weapon that doesn't have a catalog card and asks henry to do a little research to find it. Henry jumps on the computer. Patience is writing down everything he tells her in a book. Ruby is reading off names of books to meg who is writing them down in a separate book. Meanwhile Crowley, Bela, and Bobby are at Harvell’s having finished a small hunt with only 2 vamps. Crowley tells bobby he did good, and Bela asks what about her? Crowley replies she did good too, and Bobby makes a smart ass remark. They toast to each other saying hunting is better than cataloging any day. They start to get another round of drinks going when crowley gets a call from an unknown #. He answers it, listening, and is immediately pissed. He hangs up saying the drinks need to wait and they need to go to the bunker. Bobby says they earned a few drinks, and Bela start to argue too. crowley holds up his hands to stop them by saying he will explain later. They close the bar and crowley pops them to the bunker

2. At the bunker patience and Meg are trying to keep up with Sam and ruby when the bar group suddenly shows up, startling Sam and henry, patience let's out a little scream. Meg and Ruby come into the map room having completed the catalog from the dungeon and wanting a drink. They notice Bela, crowley, and bobby in the map room, crowley looking like he wants to kill someone. Meg asks what's up? Crowley wants to know if this is everyone in the bunker and Sam and Patience both say yea, it should be, cuz everyone else went out. Crowley takes a deep breath and tells the team he got a call, and explains that rogue demons are trying to put him off the throne. Bobby asks if he knows who it is, crowley just shakes his head. Meg hears this and gets really nervous. Ruby notices meg twitching more than normal and not meeting anyone else's eyes, and asks if everything is OK. She stalls for a minute then fesses up saying she met some demons a few months ago, and they wanted her to join them, and She told them no. The team is shocked and crowley slams meg against the wall. Asking her why she didn't say something sooner. She tells him it was cuz she thought they were small time with no way to carry out the threat. Crowley retorts how bout now? Meg apologizes profusely saying she had nothing to do with it. Crowley let's her go and tells the team they need to go to hell(pun), and find out anything they can. Sam says he is in the middle of cataloging the bunker and he won't go until he's done. Patience and henry both say they will stay and help Sam. Bela wants to go, but crowley puts his foot down and says no. ruby also wants to go and crow says fine. Bela throws a fit until crowley tells her this is different than a hunt, and he wants her to stay safe. Bobby says he will go too. Bela relents and is upset about it, Crowley yells her he wants meg and ruby to help because they know hell. They gear up as needed and vanish to hell.

3. The demons arrive in hell with bobby, and crowley says it could be only 2 possible demons that want him off the throne. Their names are Parker and mastiff. Crowley splits them up saying meg is staying with him because of trust issues, ruby says she knows where Parker hangs out and she will take bobby with her. Crowley and meg go look for mastif. When ruby and bobby get to parkers hide out, bobby comments it looks like no one is home, and ruby says don't be too sure. They look around and ruby finds a secret stash of (5 or 6) angel blades under a floorboard. Bobby finds a list of spellbooks tucked under a bottle of something on a table. They suddenly hear something crash in the hallway and go to investigate. Crowley and meg find the hideout in hell where mastif was staying (a cave). They find a few pics of Harvell’s, and a few of some random building, taped to the wall. Crowley says he doesn't recognize the warehouse, and meg says it's near Ruby's apartment. They all have bad feelings and say they need to get back soon. Meg and crowley go to parkers room to find bobby and ruby gone, and signs of a struggle in the hall. They go back to the bunker with what they found out.

4. At the bunker Sam is still going through the artifacts and weapons while patience goes through the books. Bela is writing everything down for Sam and bitching about being a secretary. Patience is telling henry a title when she has a vision of bobby and ruby about to die. Henry jumps up and goes to her. Patience tells them bobby is at Harvell’s and ruby is at a random warehouse near Rubys. Sam freaks out and says they need to find them now, and Bela throws her hands up and says thank God, No more writing. At that moment meg and crowley show up and tell them what they found. Henry asks where bobby and ruby are. Meg tells them that bobby and ruby are missing. Sam says he's going to find ruby, and Bela says she will go to Harvell’s. Patience says she doesn't want anything to happen to either of them, but she doesn't think she or henry will be any use to them. Henry agrees with her. Sam says it's OK, and they can stay and finish cataloging. They both agree. Meg says she wants to help ruby, so her and Sam gear up and leave. Crowley tells Bela to get some weapons, and they too vanish.

5. At the warehouse near Ruby’s apartment Sam and meg are outside trying to see if they can find a way in. Seeing demons around the building and at the entrance, Sam says there's only 1 way in and looks at meg. Meg nods, and tells him if they do this it might not end well. Sam doesn't care and begs meg to take them in. She finally does agree, and they pop into the warehouse, in a dark corner. Meanwhile at Harvell’s bobby, crowley and Bela are also outside scoping the place out. Crowley says it's surrounded and Bela wants to charge in. Crowley tells her no, and says he has a plan. Bela asks what is and crowley says he is going to pop her into Harvell’s cooler, and gives her his coat. Crowley says he will come get her when he gets in there, and she tries to say no. Crowley shuts her up and tells her to be quiet until he can get to her, then she can scream at him. Bela is pissed but agrees. Crowley pops Bela to the cooler and then walks up to the bar.

6. At the bunker patience is working slowly trying not to worry, with no luck. She can hardly concentrate and starts talking to herself. Henry hears her muttering and comes to sit with her, telling her this is nothing, They will all be fine. Patience asks how does he know, and henry shrugs saying they always are, arent they, Plus we got demons on our side too. Inside the warehouse Sam and meg are being stealthy while looking around when a demon opens a door in front of them. Meg stops, but Sam keeps going shoving a knife into the chest of the random demon, hate and anger plain on his face. They walk through the door to find 2 more demons in the hall guarding a door. Meg and Sam both take a demon and kill it (Free run it). When the demons are dead Sam opens the door and meg follows him in.

7. At the bar crowley walks through the door with 2 demons tailing him. The demons make him sit in a chair and wait for their leader. Parker walks in with ruby being dragged behind. He throws ruby on the floor and looks at crowley, who is confused to see ruby and not bobby. Parker says he knew Sam would go to ruby's aide so he brought her here instead, And Bobby is already dead, laughing about it. Crowley says he couldn't care about them, he just wants to kill Parker for trying to take the throne. Parker laughs even harder, saying he has no choice. Crowley smiles and retorts, then snaps his fingers, opening the cooler door letting Bela free. Parker laughs seeing nothing happen. Crowley just smiles and waits for parker to do something. In the cooler Bela has called patience and henry, telling them she's in the cooler waiting for crowley to open it. Patience asks if she's alright and Bela says she's freezing, even with Crowley’s coat on. The door opens and she tells patience she's gotta go kill some demons, and henry says to be careful. She hangs up and puts the phone inside the coat, walking out of the cooler with a blade in her hand. Walking quietly toward the front she finds no demons to kill, but sees crowley sitting in a chair and motions to him. He nods imperceptibly and Bela slips behind the bar unnoticed, waiting for her opportunity.

8. As Sam and meg walk into the room, they don't see ruby or jo, and they ask mastif where they are. mastif ignores this and says it's not who he thought would come, but that's OK. He has something to finish and they should enjoy the show. Sam and meg look at each other like wtf!? Mastif pins Sam against the wall as he walks up to meg shaking his head, wanting to know why she didn't join them. She says it's cuz they're stupid if they think they can remove crowley. Mastif shakes his head again and tells meg to join him now, she declines. He tsks at her and says he'll be right back, walking into another room. He returns with bobby, bruised and bleeding, his hands tied, being pushed in front of meg and Sam who are speechless that it's not ruby. Bobby looks up through a black eye and tries to smile, thankful someone came for him, mastif sits in a chair and pulls bobby down to the floor in front of him, stroking his hair affectionately. This makes Meg angry, and she pulls out another knife, advancing on the demon. Meg tells mastif to leave bobby alone, and Mastif waves his hand and meg drops one of her blades as she is thrown to the wall beside Sam. Sam’s eyes go wide in disbelief, trying to struggle to get free he calls to mastif. Mastif looks at Sam and raises an eyebrow in question. Sam says he's pathetic that he has to tie up and beat someone in order to get them to do anything, smirking at mastif. This angers Mastif, and he stands up abruptly making bobby fall flat on the floor next to meg's knife. He advances on Sam menacingly, asking him what he knows about it? Sam smiles wickedly and says one of these days the hostage will stab him in the back. Bobby is stunned for a moment from being dropped, then grabs the knife slowly, hiding it under his leg as he sits up. Meg looks at him and gives a small nod, bobby nods back with determination in his eyes. Mastif looks back at bobby and blows a kiss to him, then turns back to meg and Sam and asks what they think about his new boyfriend being one of their loved ones, he will be a "queen" in hell. Unknown to mastif bobby pulled himself up as he was speaking and ran to him holding the blade in his hand. As mastif says boyfriend bobby shoves the blade into his heart from the back, killing him. Bobby says in mastifs ear "not in his wildest dreams". Meg and Sam are released from the wall and stand up, thanking bobby. Sam asks if bobby heard anything about ruby, and he says she's at the bar. Sam says they need to go there now and looks at meg. Meg is unsure that's a good idea and says they should let patience and henry know about bobby. They agree and call patience and henry and they suggest bobby come back to the bunker. agreed upon, meg poofs bobby to the bunker, and herself and Sam to the bar.

9. With Bela behind the bar crowley looks at Parker and asks why he thinks he would be better at ruling hell than himself, and Parker tells crowley that he's gone soft and isn't really ruling over them. That he’s a lazy, pompous douchebag. Crowley smirks and says really? He snaps his fingers again and the demon to his left is transported back to hell chained to the wall. The demon on his right gets scared and tells parker they should have put crowley in a devils trap. Bela comes out from behind the bar at full tilt slamming a knife into the demon, saying no shit Sherlock. The demon falls to floor dead and crowley stands from his chair as Sam and meg appear behind Parker. Parker let's out an exasperated sound and turns to leave finding his way blocked by Sam and meg. He stares around at everyone with loathing in his eyes, finally turning toward the exit, he makes a mad dash for the door. He tries to open it but not before meg throws her demon killing blade at him. It hits him in the neck and Parker falls to the floor in a heap, dead. The team look at each other and Sam finally sees ruby and rushes to her. She tells him she's fine, and she just wants to go home. Sam says that's not a good idea, but soon. Crowley and Bela embrace each other and meg stands off to the side saying they should get back to the bunker. They agree and they all vanish to the bunker.

10. When Sam, Ruby, Bela, Meg and Crowley return to the bunker bobby is sitting at the map table with patience tending his wounds. They look up as the group arrive and patience says thank Goodness! Meg says sorry about just leaving all the cataloging to her, but patience says it’s ok. Sam tends to ruby's injuries as Bela asks crowley if this is always gonna happen to him (taking of the throne). He says probably, but not for a little while now that they put down the latest rebellion so quickly. Henry quips that will never end. Patience, finished tending Bobby, walks up to Sam and says she's sorry, but she couldn't concentrate enough to do much cataloging, Sam just gives her a sweet smile and says it's OK. Meg strolls over and tells patience that she will help now, and crowley and Bela can help too. Bela hearing this tells them she is Not a secretary and she’s not going to do it. crowley tells her he will do the writing, and Bela pouts about it, but agrees. Bobby goes to bed, and Sam and ruby go back to Ruby's to clean up. Meg, patience, crowley and Bela get back to cataloging. having had a "fun filled day" they all laugh about it.

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rurulyywrites · 3 years ago

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🍋Wanna play?|sub!Riddle Rosehearts X Dom!Fem!reader|

Pairings: Riddle Rosehearts X fem reader

Plot: ADeuce and Grim had been seeing it. Riddle and Y/n has the h o t s for each other. But they're pussies so ADeuce decided to take things into their hands.

Requested by: RiverMocha in wattpad

(Your request comment was so long it's unbelievable so I'm just gonna shorten it a bit)

"Hello Hello! I have a request! Riddle X Fem Y/n, kinks and stuff are up to you, although I'd like Riddle and Y/n to both have mommy kinks. As for plot,it follows:

Y/n and Riddle normally have study sessions in Riddle's room,it was obvious that both of them like each other but kept denying it to themselves. so ADeuce and Grim decided to 'nudge' them closer to that direction by using a love potion into their tea. Although turns out,the potion was far stronger than imagined. Though it did get the job done of confession,they added a little extra step."

(I tried to shorten it as much as I can but it looks far longer than the original)

TWs and K I n K s:

Mommy kink

Choking

Groping

•×•×•×•×•

Y'all I did this in school. Science class to be exact. Just exploring the reproductive system~

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3rd person POV

"Are.. you sure about this?"

"I asked for it."

Ace answers A/n, the librarian.

"You want a love pot? Hun I know you're stupid but this is just too much idiocity"

A/n said as they sighed "I'm serious! And I-I won't use it!" "Love pots are serious k?"

"I knoooooww ughh. You're like Crewel sensei!!" Ace whines as Deuce and Grim try and hold him back from hurting the librarian

"Who are you gonna use it for?" A/n asks Deuce "Riddle and Y/n! They obviously like each other!"

"Alright,the love pot is the one on the top shelf. Pink liquid in purple vial"

A/n said as soon as Grim finished his sentence "Really?!"

"I want them to just stop and date each other. If they don't then it'll take them a while to" A/n said as the three smiled and thanked them.

"Wait-- what was it again?" Ace asked as they were met with a shelf full of potions.

"Uh.. purple liquid in pink bottle?" Grim asked as Deuce agrees

"Oh! Well that makes sense,pink bottle!" Ace said as he reached for the pink bottle and put it in his bag.

"We'll be on our way/Bai baii!" Deuce, Ace and Grim said as they walks past the librarian towards the exit

"See ya! Also use Butterfly pea tea since the potion doesn't camouflage with regular green tea! Black tea is fine too"

A/n recommends as Deuce tried to memorize what they said "I'll try..!".

"WAIT ITS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST ONE TEA SPOON!!!"

A/n shouts but the three was already off running back to Heartslabyul.

"I don't think they heard you.." Sam says as A/n worriedly tried to look into the future with their crystal ball

"Oh.. well it'll be fine!.. ish."

「Heartslabyul dorm,kitchen. 3:30 pm」

It should be about 10 minutes before Y/n comes here and study with Riddle. The three immediately started boiling water and preparing to steep the tea.

"Did A/n San give us any measurements?" Deuce asked as Grim and Ace stopped to think

"It looks like the tea is enough for 2 servings.. dumb it all it the cups" Grim said as Ace agrees and Deuce does so.

"I feel sort of guilty we didn't bother asking.. potions take a long while to make and we just dumped it all in two tea cups"

Deuce said but no one listened and Ace gave the tea to Trey so he can give it to Riddle's room.

Soon enough,Y/n was seen heading straight to Riddle's room. After a few minutes,being followed by Trey serving them the cookies and tea.

...

"Yo yo yoo~" Y/n said as she entered and sat down on the desk, accidentally sitting on Riddle's books so she immediately stood back up "Oh-- sorry bout that" Y/n said as she sat on the chair instead. "Also,can you explain Algebra to me? Again..." Y/n said as she took out her math homework "You forgot already?" "Math isn't my best subject! That's not my fault! I'm good at other things tho!" Y/n said as Riddle chuckled "Keep laughing,strawberry shortcake." Y/n rolls her eyes "Call me that again and I might not--" "call you what???? I said Riddle! I didn't call you aaanything!" Y/n acts clueless again,making Riddle laugh hysterically. After a while of chatting and studying,the tea came.

"Heya Trey~!" Y/n said as he entered with the snacks "That looks good,as always of course"

Riddle said as Trey chuckled "Actually, Deuce, Ace and Grim actually made this"

Trey said as Riddle looked hesitant while Y/n was even more spiked up to taste it "Ooh~ I wonder which one of these are poisoned"

Y/n said playfully as Riddle hit her with his elbow "Well with the assistance of A/n as well"

With that sentence by Trey,Riddle felt a little more reassured.

"I'll leave these here,enjoy"

Trey said as he left after giving us the tea and cookies "Don't be so hesitant,food is food" Y/n said as she takes a drink from the teacup and Riddle follows.

Weird..

I feel.. weird..

Y/n cleared her throat a little and put the drink down. Riddle did as well,they both put their tea down and sat in awkward silence.

"S..so.. I.." Riddle said in a shaky voice,Y/n turned to look at him and saw him turning red and shaking.

"Are you ok? You're really red.."

Y/n asked as she placed a hand on his forehead but Riddle grabbed it before it could touch him

"Are.. you alright? You're acting really-..?!" Y/n was about to finish,Riddle placed her hand on his thigh.

Way too close to his area.

"R-Riddle! What are you doing?!" "I-I-I! I didn't do that! My body reacted on its own!"

Riddle said as Y/n was trying to get her hand back but she kept accidentally grazing his boner.

And while doing so,Riddle tried his best to not moan.

"Is this..! Is this some sort of spell?!"

Y/n asked as Riddle sat on her lap. She looked into his eyes,they were a tiny shade of mauve instead of dark grey.

It must be some sort of spell.. although how come I'm not affected?

"R-Riddle what are you doing?!" "Mommy.."

Well shit.

Y/n blushed at the nickname but still tried to stop herself

"Riddle stop this!"

"Mommy.. I'm your good boy,aren't I?" Riddle said as his hands wandered up Y/n,till they reached her chest.

Y/n was turned on,don't get me wrong. Although it didn't feel right.

"R-Rid-..! Ahn~!"

Riddle groped and massaged Y/n's chest

"I wanna do a good job for you,mommy~"

Riddle said as he kissed Y/n. It was passionate,but hungry.

Riddle starts removing Y/n's clothes and Y/n does the same for him.

Y/n parts the kiss and looked at Riddles eyes as she cups his face

"Are you sure about this, Riddle?"

Y/n asked

"Yes mommy.. I love you,mommy" Riddle said as Y/n kissed his forehead and carried him to his bed.

The love potions was kicking in..

Y/n laid Riddle's back on the bed as she removed her bra.

Riddle was already just in his boxers.

Just looking at Y/n already made him so hard he took his boxers down and started playing with the tip

"I don't think mommy gave you the permission to touch yourself? Now did I?"

Y/n said as she slapped Riddle's hand away from his shaft. "Dear,we just started. And you're already such a bad boy"

"Mommy I don't wanna be a bad boy! I wanna be so good to you!" Riddle said with a whine as his cock throbs. "Then do as mommy says"

Y/n said and kissed Riddle agressively while her hand slid down and started playing with Riddles tip,smearing his precum. Riddle moans into the kiss as Y/n starts to stroke him from base to tip.

"Mhmm..! Mommy! It's sensitive!!" Riddle half moaned and shouted. "B-but..-! Ahn~! I love it! Ah! Mommy I'm gonna cum!"

Riddle said as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and came.

"Jeez.. a handjob made you cum? And without my permission again? Riddle you're such a bad boy, I'm disappointed"

Y/n said as she wiped off the cum on her fingers on the bedsheets "M-mommy! I'm sorry-! Ack-!! Mom-..my--."

Riddle said in between breaths as Y/n choked him with her two fingers in his mouth

"Mommy's being nice,get my hands all lubed up and I'll give you a treat. Mommy forgives you"

Y/n said with disappointment in her face despite what she said. Riddle's eyes were tearing up while he coats Y/n's fingers with his saliva.

"That should be enough" Y/n said as she removed her hands from his mouth and ordered Riddle to turn over.

"M..mommy.. please be gentle.." Riddle pleads

"Earn it"

Y/n said as she spanks Riddle. A wave of pleasure hit him as he leaks out to the bedsheets

"Such fragile.. and pathetic." Y/n said as she rubbed her fingers on Riddle's hole. "Ahn~! M-mommy~.. please! Put it in!"

"Such a slut." She said as she spanks him and slid one finger in him. Making Riddle shout in absolute euphoria.

What a 'love' potion it is..

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Bonus✨:

Sam hums as he cleans A/n's potion shelf "Sam I make cookies!" A/n shouts

"Is it burnt?"

Sam shouts back as he felt a gust of wind hit him with a piece of paper with the writings 'moron'

"Very funny" Sam said as a faint chuckle was heard from A/n.

"Ok.. let's see.. Llama, frog, fish are in place.. love potion is untouched...?! Where's the lust one?"

Sam muttered to himself in confusion as he double checked if A/n moved it anywhere.

"Huh.. A/n~ did you use the lust potion~?" Sam said as he waltzed his way to the librarian

"wha?" A/n asked with a raised brow

"It's not there anymore~" Sam said with a smirk and a wink as A/n dropped the mitten they were holding

"WHAT?!"

"Oh shit-.. you didn't use it?"

"SURE IM TOUCH STARVED BUT THAT LUST POTION IS WAY TO DANGEROUS AND STRONG TO USE! I MADE IT SO I SHOULD KNOW!"

A/n said in panic

"Wait wait wait-... You don't know where it is?!"

Sam said as a wave of realization hit A/n as they both looked at each other

"I think that's a yes..."

"Is the love potion still there..?"

"Yes-"

"RIDDLE AND Y/N DRANK IT!"

"OOHH SHIT--"

"ACE DEUCE GRIMMMM!!!!!!"

#disney #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #wattpad #twst fanfic #twst headcanons #twst mc #writers on tumblr #anime #heartslaybul x reader #heartslabyul #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #riddle x mc #riddle x reader #riddle x y/n #riddle x yuu

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marias-wonderland · 2 years ago

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💜 Welcome to Maria's Wonderland! Where your worries drift away and auspiciousness fills up your heart 💜

please read until the end

As you may have guessed, I'm Maria and this is my tumblr account! ~<3

10 Facts about me!

I'm 20 years old from Greece 🇬🇷

I'm studying English language and literature but, that doesn't mean i dont make mistakes in both languages :')

I'm Christian Orthodox ☦

Ever since i remember myself i loved books and movies. Imagination was a shelter for me.

I'm very quiet and easy-going most of the time

I enjoy wine a bit too much for my own good (not my fault if combined with well done supper)

I love flowers and flowery patterned clothes! My favourite ones are: roses, gardenias and water lilies

I enjoy nature even though i never come outside of my room (but don't take me to the sea. I can't stand the sea)

I love dogs and birds

My youtube playlists might contain 80's heavy metal, classical music and Britney Spears all mixed up :')

In here you will find:

(Mostly) Reshares of my 3 favourite couples (Alutegra, Clannibal & Dragatha)

Posts that i relate to / find funny / informative / aesthetically pleasing and everything in between

Me complaining in the tags about how Clannibal should have gotten more attention, how the nbc show was flaming garbage and how hann*gram is awful (always with love, obviously. . . )

My love-hate relationship with the hellsing fandom on tumblr (for real, what's up with those people?)

My love and appreciation for the dracula 2020 fandom 💜 💖 (love ya girls ~<3)

Posts from other fandoms too! Like Naoki urasawa's monster, IWTV & WWDINS!

Basically posts with weird tags. Tags arent supposed to be taken seriously. They mostly are for me cuz i laugh while writing them

Me talking with my cousin in greek in some posts (Γεια σου ξαδέρφη!!! ~<3)

Did you know I'm a fanfic writer? No? Don't worry, neither do most people! But that's why this link is here!

Go and enjoy (?) The many (not) stories I've written!^^

I accept prompts and fanfic ideas for the already mentioned couples I love! So pleaseeeeeee, don't be shy 💝💝💝 share your ideas and love about those silly lil blorbos with me!! 💖💖💖💖 let our love for our blorbos unite us and make more friendships 💖💖💖

(One last thing before we finish: as much as i complain about certain stuff/ blorbos/ ideas etc, in the end we are all people with much more important stuff to do. So relax, enjoy some stuff, act like an old lady sometimes and *always* be respectful of others ~<3)

Ta-ta. MF.

#personal #self introduction #thought why not?#perhaps this way we can get to know each other #Or perhaps for people to know with what kind of an idiot they are dealing with #Now they have no excuses. I come with instructions! And warnings ⚠️#have a nice day

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shingia · 4 years ago

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hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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solomonish · 4 years ago

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selfless (to a fault?) [demon brothers]

CW: allusions to past toxic relationships. minor description of injury in beel’s. belphie’s is a bit sad (happy ending! just melancholic vibes) and alludes to chapter 16.

no problem nonnie! i hope this is to your liking <3

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Lucifer

Honestly, he'd be a tough one to get to allow you to do anything for him. You know, the whole avatar of pride thing….and he also just generally has a habit of holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He thinks - no, he knows he can handle everything on his own

If he's letting you in enough to help him - not only trusting you enough to think the tasks he delegates to you will be done to his liking, but allowing you to help and opening up the possibility that he might be risking his image of perfection - he can only expect you'll let him do the same for you. It's like your own special love language, right?

He does NOT like how jumpy you are about the subject. At first, he's miffed. Do you not think he can do the task to your liking? Has he given off the false impression that he cannot take any more work than he already has? Was your offer to help not based on affection, but pity??? It really ruffles his feathers.

He's the type to confront you head-on. At first, his voice is harsh because he's talked himself into thinking you've offended him, but when you start backing away and trying to dodge the conversation, apologies falling from your mouth about how the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, he softens. He doesn’t understand yet, but something is upsetting you and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

Not one who would pester you about opening up to him, but the sooner you do, the more of a show of good faith it is. He’ll trust your word entirely regardless, but it does a lot to soothe the upset of his own creation if you come back to explain sooner rather than later. After all, being vulnerable is perhaps Lucifer’s greatest show of love - it does not go unnoticed when you do the same.

Doing his best to talk through a solution is act of kindness #1 - and it helps you adjust a little since you worked with him rather than completely handed him the reins. He starts off his own plan to help you out by bringing in things he was already going to do for himself - offering you coffee when he gets his own, for example. He uses the fact that you’d feel bad for refusing against you for a little bit, but he means well!

You might notice him going softer on you for just a little bit - don’t say anything about it. He’s worried that he gave off the impression of using things against you because of how much of a disciplinarian he is. Besides, the two of you normally don’t get into arguments (he doesn’t have the time to let things simmer - if he’s that upset about something, he’ll try to address it immediately), so he doesn’t really know how else to change his behavior. He just hopes that allowing you the opportunity to open up to him again, should you need it, will alleviate the feeling that he’d ever use your kindness against you.

Mammon

The first time you stiffened up after he tried to help you, he thought you were crazy. Lucifer had just given you a punishment for one of his schemes that you took the fall for (and he still isn’t sure why Lucifer let you take the fall when it was obviously Not You), and you insisted that you could do it by yourself! He wasn’t too keen on cleaning every window in the House of Lamentation himself, so he left soon after placing the offer, but his time was spent mindlessly wondering about you.

The next time was shortly after, when you came into his room and crashed on his bed. He offered you a hand massage, although he did it in a very muttered voice with dark cheeks - and you said no again! Forget being offended that the romantic hand-holding idea he totally didn’t get from a magazine he was reading waiting for you (that would’ve somehow ended in disaster anyway) wouldn’t play out - he was getting worried.

He doesn’t bring anything up immediately, but he worries about you and watches you intently. Sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you, and he flips out when you ask him what’s up. The only clue Mammon gathers is that you don’t seem to be angry with him, so what’s up? He’s used to his backwards advances working against him, but he’s making a genuine effort here!

He finally gets pent up in his frustration and asks you head-on. Mammon isn’t known for his tact - “Oi, why won’t you just let me take over once in a while? Cut yerself a break, MC!” - but there’s a certain...desperate tinge to his voice that makes you realize he really does care (and is driving himself crazy trying to figure things out on his own). When you DO finally tell him, he sort of deflates and his voice goes to that softer, more genuine tone.

“H-hey, I would never do that kind of thing to ya…” He starts shuffling in place, kicking at rocks (if there are any) and you realize he kinda looks like a kid. “You do so much for everyone, and it makes me feel real good inside. I just wanna make you feel that, too. Besides, we don’t need TWO cranky workaholics in the house. Lucifer is plenty.”

He knows one moment of honesty isn’t going to fix your entire way of thinking, but he goes right back to his blatant offers after that. Maybe if he desensitizes you to it, you’ll feel less weird about accepting his help! It doesn’t work, so he shifts to little things. Catch him running across classrooms as soon as you’re dismissed so he can grab your textbooks to carry for you off the desk before you can.

Once he realizes you’re more receptive to him helping you, he’s ready to breathe a sigh of relief and be annoying about it again. Generosity doesn’t come easy to him, okay? Besides, he’s The Great Mammon! You should’ve known he’d be better than any other guy you’ve been with!

Leviathan

Of COURSE you wouldn’t want someone like him to help you out. He’d probably mess it up, anyway…

Seriously, Leviathan is very sensitive to rejection, so the moment you politely decline any offers to help he backs up about a thousand miles and sulks when you’re not around. It’s hard for him to get out of his own head, and he’s so ready for you to just tell him what everybody else is thinking and how much he sucks…

It dawns on him, though, that you never gave up on him when he pushed you away. It’s totally not poggers sucky of him to just give up on you like that. You’re his henry! You’re his s/o! He’s totally ready to fight any boss for you!! …..after he levels up a little more.

Levi spends a TON of time looking up ways to talk to you, one-on-one. He isn’t good with emotions like this but he is capable of them and having deep, serious talks. It shouldn’t MATTER that his research material is a bunch of feel-good romance anime scenes that he based his most recent Top 10 OTPs of the season post on!

Surprisingly enough, he brings it up relatively smoothly one night when you’re chilling in his room and he’s playing some relaxing simulator. You’re complaining about the things you have to do in the morning, and when there’s a lull in your conversation Leviathan turns and tentatively asks, “Hey...why don’t you try letting me help you out?” He can feel your refusal before it comes so he hurriedly adds “Please! I just- you stress yourself out so much and what good am I if I can’t even help you at all?”

Is it his impassioned plea for you to let him in? Is it his willingness to obviously step out of his comfort zone? Have your walls just conveniently crumbled at this moment? Whatever it is, you don’t have it in you to reject him when he’s so open about wanting to help you (and the pain it’s caused him not to). Either way, you sigh and give him a few, small tasks that you think you both could manage him having and he swears to do them well!!

Truly opening up to him about the reason why you were so hesitant on letting him help takes a while, and he doesn’t exactly pick up on it himself. Once you do tell him, though, in your journey to help yourself let him in, he holds you a little tighter and mumbles that he’ll never do that to you. Levi knows better than anyone that words can only mean so much, but he’s grateful for the chance to prove it to you. He won’t let his Henry down!

Satan

Satan is perceptive, and he knows how to talk about emotions. He might even have suspicious about the root cause before you even think about letting him know what’s up. He’s already started doing a few things for you - carrying each other’s books, for example. Small acts of kindness to get the both of you through the day.

However, one thing Satan isn’t good with…..is dealing with emotions head-on.

He spends so much time keeping his own under lock and key! After doing his best to keep the most calm, analytical front he can, Satan tends to uh….forget about the emotional part of emotions.

So. When he asks why you won’t let him reciprocate in the relationship, attempting to display that he just wants the two of you to be on equal ground and he is worried about you, he sort of comes off...as cold. And like he’s accusing you of feeling a certain way. He definitely presents it as “I’ve noticed you feel x and i think y would be helpful for us to fix it” rather than “how are you feeling? What is causing you trouble? How can i offer assistance in a way that translates well to you?” And if that doesn’t bring back some memories…

He feels awful, and at the end of it all you’re crying (or presenting your stress and bad memories however you normally do) and he still doesn’t know how to fix things. Counterintuitively, he looks through his books for an answer, and it takes him a few days to realize that’s what got him into this mess.

So he goes to you directly and, albeit a little clumsily, apologizes and asks what he can do to help you through this. You say that’s just the problem - you don’t want his help - and he sits next to you and just asks why? The two of you wind up talking for hours, sitting next to each other and just...really talking. You aren’t the only one feeling vulnerable - Satan is talking about his emotions full-on rather than through a scientific lens and it makes him just as nervous as you are.

Satan doesn’t get into arguments with you. He runs from the possibility because he’s worried about what his wrath could do to you. But he promises you that he could never hold anything against you, especially something like asking him for help. It’s an honor that you let him this close, and he can only return the favor in kind. He hopes you have enough faith to believe in him until he has the opportunity to prove it beyond a doubt.

Asmodeus

Asmo does things for people without asking. He gives unsolicited makeup and relationship advice, he offers to touch-up any products you may have on, he lends you clothes just because he felt like he should…

The thing is, Asmo will start before you even have a chance to ask him to stop. He’ll start before you’re even wondering if you like him. And at first, you’re ok with it. Well, you’re not, but you can decide he’s just testing the waters or that this is some weird demon way to earn your friendship or tell you he considers you a friendly presence, like cats. But it still rubs you the wrong way.

However, Asmo always notices that you...aren’t receiving it the way he wants you to. He invites you out and leaves you an outfit on your bed, and you come out wearing something entirely different. He leaves you a bouquet of flowers, and suddenly the dining room has a new bouquet in the center of it. (and you always avoid his gaze during those dinners, which is totally weird.) It’s almost like you’ve recognized the face he makes when he’s about to touch up your makeup, because you pull out a pocket mirror and check yourself over before he even has a chance to!

Are you leading him on? He doesn’t think so, but you are quite literally the only person he can’t literally charm the pants off of, and he isn’t quite sure how to navigate the signals you’re giving him. You seem fine with the relationship - it felt pretty genuine to him, and you looked thrilled when he made the romantic moves on you - so what was going on?

He finally caves and asks when he’s going through your wardrobe, sifting through it with you on the bed to make room for a shopping spree the two of you had been planning, and sees all the outfits he’d bought you hanging, still in their outfit bags. Some of the bags even had DUST on them!

He turns around and puts on a gentle voice. Though Asmo doesn’t know what’s happening, he can feel the air in the room shift and he knows he’s encroaching on some sensitive territory. “Hey, do you not like when I give you gifts? I haven’t been able to understand what’s been bothering you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

He does NOT like the way you turn your face away from him, but he sits a respectable distance away and keeps his hands in his lap. Asmo is as good at genuine advice as he is at gossip, so it isn’t hard for him to get you comfortable enough to open up to him. You don’t have to tell him everything at once - he’ll listen to whatever you’re willing to tell him, letting you lean against him when you’re ready.

Asmo is known for being petty, but you bring out sides of him nobody knew were there. He’ll swear up and down that he’d never turn your good heart against you - after all, it’s one of the many things he loves about you - but he does understand where you’d get that impression. If you’ll let him prove it to you, he will - and he’ll start by only pestering you to let him buy one outfit for you on that shopping spree!

Beelzebub

Listen. Beel is a generous soul (for a demon) ((to those he really loves)). He just doesn’t ever really find himself in possession of anything worth sharing. Really, the only thing he is ever in the possession of is food. When he isn’t at his sports practice, working out or studying, he’s eating, and he’ll gladly share his food with you.

Oh? You don’t want it? He gives you a confused look - he’d ask if you were feeling well if he hadn’t eaten lunch with you just an hour before - but shrugs, his growling stomach winning over his concern. It’s not like you’re skipping meals, anyway. It isn’t until you get hurt helping him work out and refuse to let him pick you up to carry you to medical attention that he gets VERY concerned.

He feels awful enough as is. It was his fault you were even there - he just wanted to add more weight to his workout. (And, he won’t admit it, the idea of using a bench you were sitting on to lift over his head may have been a bit overkill. But he saw that little spark that said ‘that isn’t possible but man i wish it was’ when you saw it happen in that show and mmmmmmaybe he wanted to impress you. How was he supposed to know Mammon had broken it and left it there?) He could practically feel the pain in your ankle from the sound it made, and you were clutching desperately to your shin, wanting to press on the wound but knowing it was a bad idea. MC, there’s no way you can walk on that, why aren’t you letting him help?

The guilty puppy face he’s giving you is making the whole situation worse. It’s taking everything you can not to snap on, from the overwhelming pain in your ankle to the negative thoughts racing in your head to the knowledge that you’ll have to give in eventually. Finally, you face him head on and decide to just rip the band-aid off. “I don’t have the best experience with letting people do things for me. If you’re expecting to use this against me, I’m going to be out of commission for a while, so remember that.”

He is. So confused. Are you really mad at him? What are you talking about? It’s not that he’s stupid - because really, he isn’t - this just kinda came at him from left field and he does not know what to do about.

“What? I’m worried about you, MC, and there’s no way you can walk on your ankle. Come on, please let me take you to get help. I won’t mention it ever again if that’s what will make you happy.”

So maybe it takes a while to get to the nearest infirmary, and maybe he’s going extra slow so as not to jostle our injury, and maybe in the meantime he’s being so contemplative and quiet that you have a heart-to-heart. Beel’s too genuine not to trust him when he swears he’d NEVER use your kindness against you, but he understands it’ll take a while to show you.

Belphegor

So. Um. This is awkward.

Belphie is a smartass, and he’s the youngest and used to getting his way. He’s definitely the type to dig his heels in and fight dirty in an argument, just because he’s used to winning. He’s also sadistic and has plotted with you to use his brothers’ weaknesses against them for fun. So he gets it. He totally gets why you would think he’d do it. Honestly, that’s basically what he did to free himself from the attic, only with more violence involved. He gets it.

Since Belphegor hasn’t exactly been the nicest to you in the past, he isn’t about to make you pity him with words like “yeah, of course you wouldn’t trust me after what I did to you…” First of all, on the off chance that it’s completely unrelated, he doesn’t want to put that idea in your head and give you a resentment you never had, but also he’s getting a hang of this redemption thing. Yes, on an average day he’s still a bratty, selfish little shit, but he does show you how sorry he is for using you and hurting you. It shows in the way he checks up on you in situations he knows you’re uncomfortable in, in the way he cares for you in that gentle way that’s so subtle you wonder if he’s even actively doing anything. (He is - offering you the best spot in a blanket nest, suggesting your favorite meals when the brother on dinner duty needs ideas, little things - and you both know it.) But how does he repent for something he doesn’t even know if he’s doing?

The way you stop cold when you peek in the kitchen and see him (and Beel) cooking the dinner you just complained about wanting hurts. The two of you have a stare-off for a moment, and Beel gets the message to slide out of the room. Belphegor clears his throat.

“What do you want?” You ask with narrowed eyes. Ouch, way to be a Lucifer. He instead says, “Nothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” “And you don’t want anything in return?” “Have I given off the impression that I would?”

You sigh and step into the kitchen to wash your hands, asking if he needs help since Beel left. He grabs your wrist. “You’re welcome to keep me company, but I want to do this for you.”

He doesn’t like you looking at him distrustfully, but is relieved you sit at the counter instead of leaving. He wants to ask you what’s up, but something is stopping him - he ignores that what’s stopping him is fear that you’ll have another thing to add onto the list of the unforgivable sins he’s committed. If you feel like telling him, he’ll listen - but until then, he’ll go back to quietly trying to prove his worth to you, hoping one day you’ll see that it’s genuine and let him give you all the good things you deserve.

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spideyobsessed · 4 years ago

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Before It’s Too Late - Prologue

peter parker x avenger!reader

Synopsis: With all the life changing events taking place, will you ever get to overcome some of your biggest fears?

Chapter one

“Come on, Y/n! Do it for me!” your best friend pleaded.

“I told you not at school! It’s not my fault you went out drinking on a Tuesday.” you scolded Gwen, who is being dramatic as always.

“Please! I’ll give you 5 dollars.” She clasps her hands together and pleads some more as she shoots you a sheepish smile. You let out a sigh and shake your head, knowing you’d give in to her eventually. “How about you just hand over your jello?” You bargain, doubting she even has money with her.

“Deal!” She cheers loudly before groaning and holding her head.

Ignoring your whiny friend, you scope out your area of the cafeteria. Once you were certain there were no eyes on you, you turn back to Gwen, “This is the last time I’m doing this at school.”

“Yeah yeah, just hurry!” She rushes.

You take a deep breath and focus all of your energy towards your hands. You place your fingertips on either side of Gwen’s head, a purple aura radiating from them. As the energy transfers from your fingers to her temples, you watch a wave of relief mask her face.

“Better?” You ask her, the purple already gone from your fingers. “So much better. Bless you, almighty Y/n!” Gwen bows her head and graciously hands you her jello cup. You let out a loud laugh before accepting the treat, “You are ever so welcome, peasant.” She shoves you slightly before joining you in laughter.

“I saw that, ya know?” A third voice suddenly appears.

Your eyes widen when you see who the voice belongs to. Michelle Jones. This girl notices everything and now she’s just seen you use your abilities. So dumb. So careless. How could I let her catch-

“See what, Mj?” Gwen interrupts your panicked train of thought.

The odd girl invites herself to sit at your table. She squints her eyes while looking back and forth between you and Gwen. “I saw how close you guys were just a minute ago. It just seemed like something is going on.” She speaks with subtle confidence, as if she just cracked a big case.

“What? Uh no. Nope. Nothing going on here, that’s crazy talk.” You chuckle nervously. The blonde girl besides you gives you a disappointed look, “Nice save.” You gulp hard and your palms being to sweat.

The secret is out. I’m done for. I’m going to live the rest of my life as a lab rat being poked and prodded every single day-

“I don’t know. Things just seemed kinda... fruity over here.” Your thoughts interrupted once more, this time by Mj and her idiotic comment. She and Gwen begin to laugh as you bury your face in your hands, your nerves settle, thankfully.

“Very funny, very funny.” Gwen manages to say through her laughing fit, “but we all know who Y/n really wants to swap spit with.” she points a finger.

You turn your head, and almost as if it was second nature, your eyes land on the guy you’ve been crushing on since 8th grade year.

Peter Parker.

You feel the heat spreading across your face and you’re sure your pupils are dilated out of this world, but none of it is enough to tear away your gaze. Gwen let’s out a high pitched “Aahh” as she attempts to replicate that of a beautiful church chorus (and does quite the opposite). You’ve learned to tune out your best friend’s theatrical tendencies.

The smallest smile creeps onto your lips as you watch him and his best friend, Ned, laugh and toss grapes into each other’s mouths. Gwen and Mj share a knowing glance before continuing their antics.

Look at him! The way he grabs his stomach when he laughs, the way his eyes crinkle in the corner when he smiles too wide, the way his curls droop over his forehead. He’s perfect... Oh no.

You whip your direction back to the girls next to you, “Is it that obvious? Does everyone really know I like him?” Your nerves return. “You only make it like super obvious, dude.” Mj snorts, stealing a fry from your tray. You sigh and start to pick at your rightfully earned jello.

“Too bad he doesn’t even know I exist.” You grumble, fully and shamelessly basking in your own self pity. “I can fix that,” Mj smirks, “Hey losers! Get over here!” She shouts from across the lunchroom.

She instantly captures the attention of Peter and Ned, who are obviously use to her ever so friendly nicknames, and everyone else in the cafeteria. You make brief eye contact with the curly haired boy and fight the urge to just melt in your seat.

Sweat starts to bead from your forehead as you turn to Mj and whisper harsh words of protests. “Just go with it, Y/n.” Gwen attempts to reassure you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Please please please don’t embarrass yourself, you thought as they approach your table.

“Yes, Mj?” Ned questions her with his eyes squinted. You can tell they’re both worried about what might come out of her mouth. Quite frankly, you are too! Mj has no filter and is too unpredictable.

You try to avoid making eye contact with Peter, which is really hard to do considering he’s standing right next to you. You smell the strong scent of cologne and suddenly your throat is drier than the Sahara Desert. You sit in silence as you fiddle with your fingers.

“You guys know Gwen and Y/n, right?” Mj speaks in her monotone voice as she points a thumb over to you and Gwen.

This brings out a loud chuckle from Ned, “Uh duh! Of course we know Gwen Stacy and Y/n Y/l/n.” You can’t help but tilt your head over to Gwen, who is just as confused as you, but seems to be entertained by the event unfolding before your eyes.

“What Ned means is, uh.. y-yes. We’ve seen you guys around. And totally not in a creepy way or anything. We’re not stalkers. I just mean I’ve seen you pass by my locker. Not that I was looking for you or anything. I-It’s just that- well...um. I’m gonna.. stop there.” Peter finally chimes in with a painfully awkward laugh, but you swear it’s music to your ears.

Mj clears her throat, “Anyway, it’s your lucky day, nerds. Liz is having a party this Friday and these ladies don’t have dates, so you’re gonna take them. Ned with Gwen and Peter with Y/n.”

While Mj sits back and watches in amusement as Peter and Ned take turns stuttering words of confusion and hesitation, you lean over to Gwen, “Are we just going to let her set us up with them?” “Shh. It’s getting good.” Gwen shushes you.

“Well what about you, Mj? Won’t you be like.. the fifth wheel?” Ned asks a pretty valid question.

“As a young woman, I will be attending the party alone because I refuse to contribute to today’s patriarchal society norms.” Mj answers the question, sounding even more serious than you thought was possible.

The four of you are left speechless, none of you really knowing how to respond to that subtly backhanded statement. Mj continues, “They’ll be ready by 8:00 though. So don’t be late.”

“Demanding much? What if we had plans on Friday?” Peter scoffs while crossing his arms over his chest.

“You two have plans on a Friday night that don’t include a lego death star?” Mj mirrors his actions, calling his bluff.

Peter trades a defeated look with Ned and drops his arms. “No.” he sighs. “Good! So like I said, 8 o’clock. You’re dismissed.” Mj asserts before waving them off.

You get a sudden jolt of confidence and shoot Peter a small smile. He gives you one in return as he walks away with Ned.

“Really?!” You slap your hand on the table as soon as you were sure the two boys were out of earshot. “I believe the words you’re looking for are “Thank you, Mj. You’re the best!” but whatever.” The sarcastic girl smiles, obviously satisfied with her ‘leadership skills’, as she likes to call it.

You could just burst with embarrassment, “Oh, I have a few words I want to say, alright.” However, the bell rings before you get the chance.

- - - - -

The final bell of the day had finally rung and you walk to your locker in a slump. You spent the last three hours replaying the impromptu game of matchmaker at lunch over and over again in your head.

I can’t believe Mj pulled that stunt, you thought, but why was he so against it? He probably doesn’t want to go with me.

You absentmindedly put away your books and shut your locker. As you begin to walk towards the exit, you don’t even realize that the boy you’re constantly thinking of was right next to you.

Peter jogs a bit to catch up with you. “Uh h-hey, Y/n.” he says timidly, his voice making you stop dead in your tracks.

Your eyes widen and your legs now feel weak once you realize it’s really him. “Peter, hi!” you practically yell. Don’t seem too excited! You cringe at your eagerness before giving him a more calming, “Hi.”

The two of you chuckle at how awkward you both are. After a few seconds of silence and avoided eye contact, Peter is the first to start a conversation. “So lunch was pretty...” “Interesting?” you finish his sentence. “You read my mind.” He breathes as he looks down at his shoes.

You take this as your chance to apologize for your very bold acquaintance friend’s behavior. “I’m really really sorry about Mj. I had no idea she was going to do any of that. You and Ned don’t have to take us, if you guys don’t want to.” You manage to push out in one breath.

“No, it’s okay! I know how Mj is.” He reassures you with the sweetest smile possible. “I actually came to ask you what you’re wearing on Friday. I wouldn’t want to be underdressed.”

Heat immediately rushes to your face. This is not a drill! Okay, okay. Just breathe. Be cool. “Uhm I really haven’t given it much thought yet.” You tried your best to keep your composure despite the happiness coursing through your body.

“Oh, that’s totally cool!” Peter hesitates for a moment before saying, “Maybe we could, ya know, trade numbers and you can let me know later.”

You nod your head, maybe one too many times. “Yes, I think that’s a great idea.” You tell him, unable to hide the big smile plastered across your face.

The two of you chuckle once again at the awkward, yet somehow endearing, tension as you switch phones.

I can’t believe this is happening.

You can’t help but take notice of almost every little detail.

Peter’s phone has a screen protector, but still has a good sized crack on the top left corner.

There’s several unread messages, emails, and missed calls.

His home screen is a picture of probably the most beautiful sunset you could get in Queens. And oddly enough, the picture looks like it was taken from the very top of one of the skyscrapers.

I wonder how he got this picture.

After taking in as much as you could, you finally put in the 10 digits of your number. You simply put your name in as “Y/n” and locked the phone, handing it back to Peter, who was taking his sweet time.

Once you got back your phone, you see that he did not keep it as simple as you did. He put his contact name as “Peter :)))” and somehow managed to take and upload a contact photo as well. You smile widely at the sight on your screen.

“Awesome! So I’ll... text you later?” You say more as a question, but Peter doesn’t seem to notice this. “Yes, later! Sounds great.” He smiles as he walks backwards in the opposite direction from you.

“Y-yeah, uh, later!” You say as you copy his actions and also begin to walk backwards. “Later.” Peter gives you that smile that you love so much. You quickly turn around before he could see you blush anymore than he already has. Anyone with decent eyesight can see that you ended the day happier than you started it.

Okay, okay. Thanks, Mj.

- - - - -

“Oh what’s that, Peter? You want my number?” You say out loud, reenacting your conversation with Peter just minutes ago. The stares of strangers walking by you go unnoticed because you’re in your own little world, thinking about the boy of your dreams asking for your number!

“I mean sure, but I can’t promise I’ll get to you right away. There’s just SO many people blowing up my phone.” You say with a sigh as you dramatically place the back of your hand to your forehead. Wow, I’ve been hanging around Gwen too much.

You laugh to yourself, and continue your routine trek home until you hear a faint cry. To your right is a little girl, no older than seven years old, sitting on the stoop of these apartment buildings. You take a quick glance around, checking for any adults she might belong to. When you see no one around, you decide to check on her. With caution, you stroll over to where she’s sitting, and it was in this moment that you realize she’s cradling a small kitten.

You crouch down to her level, “Hey, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

The young girl looks up at you with her big, tearful eyes and then back down at the kitten. You let her sniffle a few times and muster up the courage to speak. “It’s my kitty.” her voice cracks, “He’s really sick, but my mom said we can’t go to the vet.”

You look down at the poor cat. His fur is matted, his breathing is labored, and he looks as if he hasn’t been eating. You can’t help but pity the both of them.

She can barely finish her sentence before breaking down again. Instinct kicking in, you start to rub small circles on her back in order to comfort her, “Don’t cry, don’t cry. I can help him!” The child instantly perks up.

“How are you gonna do that?” She questions skeptically while simultaneously placing the small creature in your hands.

You flash a smug smile before wiggling your fingers in front of her face. “With magic.” You whisper. The little girl’s eyes sparkle as she gazes upon the purple aura beaming from your hand.

You had no problem showing off your abilities to children. With their hyperactive imaginations and short attention spans, they don’t pose a threat when it comes to exposing your secret.

Finally turning your attention to the sickly kitten once more, you press your index and middle finger to its stomach. Just as it did with Gwen earlier today, the purple energy moves from your fingers and onto the kitten. It only takes a few seconds for the cat to spring out of your hands and back to its tiny owner, moving with full strength and purring happily.

The little girl gasps in pure amazement as she picks up her cat and squeezes it to her chest. “Thank you so much! I love magic now!” She squeals, a hint of sparkle still in her eyes.

You let out a lighthearted laugh and ruffle her already messy hair a little bit. “Sure thing, hun. You take good care of him!”

“I will, I will!” She smiles brightly before rising to her feet. “Mommy, mommy! Spiderman feels better now!”

and with that, the little girl disappears through the door.

Did she really name that cat Spiderman?

You roll your eyes and shake your head before carrying on.

- - - - -

“Alice, I’m home- woah. What the hell is this?” You spit in shock at the sight in front of you.

Your Aunt Alice walks up to you and gently pulls you through the doorway. She lets out a loud over exaggerated laugh, “Y/n, we have a guest! Don’t be rude when we have a billionaire in our house.” She whispers the last part to you.

“Uh- right! My apologies. I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” You walk up to the clean cut man with an outstretched hand.

He whips his sunglasses off of his face and you immediately feel ten times more intimidated and a hundred times more confused. He pushes himself off of your couch and steps in front of you.

The man placed his firm hand in yours and gives you a subtle shake, “I know who you are, kid. I’m Tony Stark.”

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

The next part!

Okay guys that’s the end of the introduction chapter!! I hope you guys like it! I’m sorry it’s everywhere right now, but it’ll start making more sense as it goes on, like most stories do.

I’m open for some feedback!! Let me know if the chapter was too long or too short. Maybe it could use more dialogue or less dialogue. Whatever you have in mind, just please be nice!! I haven’t written a story like this since I was like 15 so I might be a little rusty. If you’re still here, thank you for reading this far!!

edit: Sorry for any typos!!

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #steve rogers #spiderman #spiderman: far from home #spiderman: homecoming #tom holland x reader #tom holland #sebastian stan #avengers x reader

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harrypotterbrainworms · 4 years ago

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Denial Done (18+)

Summary: very very very spicy polyam fic. (request)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name

Word Count: 3387

A/N: i am so sorry. (sorry it took so long too. i feel bad. i wrote most of this VERY drunk. don’t drink kids.)

Sirius shifted uncomfortably in his seat with a disheveled look on his face, both of his boyfriends noticed this of course.

“Sirius… Can you not sit still for 5 fucking minutes while we finish our essays?” Remus sighed laying his face onto the nearly complete parchment, Sirius always ran circles around them while they were working, always.

“Really. We need to finish these before tomorrow, ya know? We have until tonight and if it wasn’t for you and detention we would’ve been done by now” (Y/N) sighed in discontent as well, a look of annoyance and frustration on his face, yet Sirius couldn’t help it. He was always restless, but especially right now.

“Please, Merlin, will you stop doing homework for one second and realise we haven’t had sex in a two weeks. You’re killing me.” He huffed out at his boring, hot, homework obsessed boyfriends. He had probably been hard for days by now, but every time he tried to fix it himself he just couldn’t make himself cum, not like they could.

“You’re killing yourself, Padfoot. If we keep getting full essays for pranks, we’ll never have sex again” He hissed at Sirius, very obviously pissed at how much of a pain in the ass his boyfriend was being. Acting like they had deprived out of pleasure and not out of school necessity, so over dramatic, he thought.

“Can we stop saying sex, I don’t think I can handle hearing that word again” Remus tried to hide the blush forming on his face, he in particular didn’t like to bring up their sex life in any way, especially not in front of the other studying students in the library. Sure it had been 15 days, 17 hours and 30 minutes since they last “made love” and maybe he had been dying for a choice to bring it up again, but not in such a public space.

Sirius pouted and slumped into the chair he was sitting on before crossing his arms dramatically.

“Fine. I’ll be honest. I’ve had the biggest boner of my life for the last 3 days” He huffed looking like a child throwing a fit, looking down at his boner that was politely tucked under belt for the time being.

“PADFOOT. We’re in the library. Keep quiet” Remus whisper shouted at him, giving him a death glare as he checked whether or not anyone had heard him or not.

“I’m sorry if my needs are so much less important than homework” Sirius pouted even harder looking away from them with an angry red face, leaving his boyfriends looking at each other a little awkwardly.

“Homework. That was your fault” Remus mumbled in response first trying to pull his attention away from Sirius’s bulge and back at the stacked parchment.

“Fuck me.” (Y/N) said trying to ignore him as well, but he just kept at it as usual. Trying to push the boundaries of what they would do if he pissed them off enough.

“That’s what I want you to do.” He replied too smuggly only to be met with the cold eyes of (Y/N) grabbing his face, leaving a knot in his stomach and throat. That was the straw he needed.

“You know what, Sirius? Fine.” He pulled his face closer, Sirius being too scared to even breathe anymore.

“What?” He was getting what he wanted, right?

(Y/N) ducked underneath the table with a sigh and started to unzip Sirius’s pants, he immediately knocked his knees up against the table at the sudden contact. Remus went red in the face when he realised what was unfolding, Sirius’s pants….

“Put muffliato on him, quick.” He huffed out to the very shocked Remus. He obeyed and charmed the already moaning Sirius.

“I haven't even touched you yet.” He groaned out, looking at Sirius’s twitching, dripping cock. He wasn’t sure how to feel, frustrated? Horny? Tired of his bullshit?

Sirius tried to say something, probably along the lines of “you’re so hot, just looking at you makes me wanna cum”, but nothing came out.

“This isn’t a good idea… Can’t you wait until we get back to the dorms?” Remus stuttered out nervously as he watched (Y/N) stare intently at the very hard penis in front of him, he may have even felt himself twitch in his own pants… not very convenient. (Y/N) looked at his tented pants and back at him, visibly dismissing his issue by sighing and turning back to the problem at hand.

“No, Remus. This can’t go on, we need to finish our essays and he’s not gonna shut up ‘till then” He waved in his general direction, extending his hand to rub his leg saying ‘later, okay?’. Remus looked a little uncomfortable, but would rather not get on (Y/N) bad side, especially while he was about to suck his boyfriend off.

“I guess.” He nodded and immediately looked at his book, trying to pretend like (Y/N) had just headed to the bathroom and was definitely not under the table.

Sirius just sat there, muffled and impatient. His dick twitching unintentionally at the swallow breath from (Y/N)’s mouth.

“You owe me.” He huffed out giving Sirius’s dick a kiss causing his boyfriend’s leg to shake a little at the anticipation. He slowly moved his face down while staring straight into Sirius’s eyes. The black haired boy bit his lip feeling very impatient, he wanted to push (Y/N)’s head down already, but he’d regret it immediately. Sirius looked like he was begging to speak, so he lifted the charm and let him speak.

“Don’t tease, please.” He pleaded to dead ears as (Y/N) harshly and delicately made sure to brush the head of his dick with every stroke.

“This isn’t a favour, Black. So just shut your face and then you can stop being horny for 5 fucking minutes” He stared through Sirius’s soul with that sending a twitch down his leg.

“Sit still, don’t be a fucking brat.” He groaned, grabbing Sirius’s feet between his thighs. Every time his boyfriend twitched he could just feel his leg rub up against him and for a moment he considered how much he could get away with, what if he just fucked Sirius unconscious under the table these thoughts only fuelling his agonisingly slow stroke.

“Come on, you’ve been depriving me all week.” He pouted in even a hopeful attempt to gain some control back, but was only met with evil horny eyes filled with all the possible things he could think of.

“No, Sirius. We’ve been studying all week and now you’re getting what you want. So you’ll sit still when I tell you, cum when I tell you and shut the fuck up when I tell you, okay?” He kept the same deep stare and deadpanned frustrated face, then grabbed his dick very roughly making Sirius dig his face into the book he was “reading” trying to muffle his moans without the charm.

“A-ah- okay…”

“Great.” He mumbled and pointed to Remus to cast it again. He looked up to the dripping boy in front of him once again, not leaving him a second to get comfortable before grabbing his dick full force. Not letting any moment to breathe with the fast and merciless strokes caused Sirius to involuntarily hit his knees against the table causing a few curious looks towards them.

Sirius felt like he just couldn’t keep up with the pace and rhythm anymore, just convulsing and shaking at every little touch he was given. The minute it looked like Sirius was gonna come, he just stopped dead in his tracks. He only moved on with slower and slower strokes and it never got faster than it was in the beginning which frustrated Sirius to his core. It felt like he would die at this rate, it added a layer of pleasure every time he just couldn’t do anything else, but watch his boyfriend work his magic.

“Wanna cum yet?” He gripped the base of Sirius’s penis pulling any form of pre-cum there was in the shaft making him gasp and keel over his face planted to his desk.

He nodded as well as he could, hoping only Moony and (N/N) could see and hear his muffled screaming at this point.

“Well you can’t.” He said picking up the pace just a little bit in spite trying to bring his boyfriend’s hope up.

He groaned at this response, tears starting to run down his face as he watched Remus shift uncomfortably. He thought he saw Moony rubbing one out over his pants, but was immediately distracted by the fact that (Y/N) had wrapped his mouth around his penis incredibly slowly and looked up at him. He couldn’t anymore, not with his boyfriend now running every part of his mouth up and down his dick. For the first time in the last 30 minutes it finally got faster and he begged and pleaded in muffled words and finally… (Y/N) nodded.

Remus slapped his hand over his mouth as he cum hard in his own pants leaving a small stain on it, the convulsions Sirius was pulled into sending him over the edge. A layer of sweat and tears glistening on his face under the pale candle light, he looked down to (Y/N) who had a long stream of thick cum running down his lips.

“What good boy, huh Moony?” He stared straight through Remus, he sat there shocked and upon seeing where (Y/N)’s eyes were going he removed his own cum covered hand out of his pants.

Remus nodded vigorously at (Y/N) as he watched Sirius convulse a few more times before panting heavily with a spaced out look on his face.

“Clean.” Before the words even left his mouth Sirius started kissing (Y/N) licking any remaining cum on his face with a smile of gratitude. He pointed at Remus’s hand as well leaving Sirius desperately licking up every bit of his cum too, not leaving a drop of anyone’s left.

“Will you disturb us again?” (Y/N) asked as he got up from underneath the table dusting off his knees and taking a cocky stride to his seat again.

Sirius shook his head starting to feel a headache coming on as he could barely tuck his very sensitive dick into his pants. Every little movement of his pants left Sirius feeling like he’d come again.

“Good. Homework?” He turned to Remus who was still looking at his hand in shock, but turned his attention toward with a nod.

“O-Of course” Remus replied and started absentmindedly writing notes and words onto his parchment. Every now and then he looked over to Sirius who still couldn’t hold himself together, everytime he was touched he flinched almost moaning in the process which left Remus harder than he ever imagined he could be.

(Y/N) looked up at Sirius to give a sympathetic look or a kiss on the forehead for being so good during and after the interaction. Leaving his black haired boyfriend very smitten and not at all mad at his still semi-throbbing cock. The days passed on as they always did, thinking about the next time.

Now in the dark room of their dorm, everyone and their mother could hear Remus Lupin pacing up and down the space, mumbling to himself. Nothing in particular just frustrated mumbling.

“Moony, just fucking sleep?!” James groaned with two pillows around his head

“He’s mad that I sucked Sirius’s dick and not his.” (Y/N) sighed pulling himself from the duvet he was hiding in, pulling a wand and book with him.

“You sucked his dick?!” James exclaimed pointing at Sirius who looked like he had folded himself into four different pretzels as he snored through the annoying pitter patter of his boyfriend.

“Yes, James. Keep up”

“I’m not mad or upset. You can suck who’s ever dick you want.” Remus huffed turning to face s corner to stand in alone while he continued his brooding session right in the middle of the common room.

“Remus. Just sleep, okay?” (Y/N) yawned trying his back away from Remus, wrapping himself in blankets in the process.

“Fine. I will. You’ll see.” He said before he could think, stomping off to his bed.

He threw himself onto his bed like an angry child sent to bed without dinner, but, he didn’t realise about an hour into being upset, the shadowy figure enter his four poster bed and closed the curtains.

“I know you’re upset. Do you want me to give you a wank, Remus?” The shadow now being recognised as (Y/N) whispered into his ear.

“N-No. Don’t call it that!” Remus stuttered out, but regretted saying it so loudly.

“Fine, do you want my hand to “make sweet love” to your penis?” (Y/N) dead panned at Remus sarcastically, moving closer to him on the bed until they were a few inches apart.

“Don’t patronise me.” Remus huffed around turning to face away from him, but that only gave (Y/N) access to his neck, leaving kiss after kiss on it.

“You’re doing a pretty good job doing that to yourself.” He stated between kisses.

“No I’m not.”

“Just tell me what you want, Moony.” He sighed and paused his neck exploration, hugging Remus from behind and snuggled his head into his neck.

“I-l- I want-“ He waited for a full sentence as he slowly pushed his hands into Remus’s shirt, making him more nervous.

“Yes?”

“I want you to-“ He felt (Y/N) hands slowly dragging up and down stomach skin, sending shivers down his spine. A small pit forming his stomach as he tried to say the words.

“To do what?” He smiled into Remus’s neck as he continued to kiss him.

“T-Touch me.” He finally said it, but it didn’t seem to be exactly what (Y/N) wanted to hear.

“Come on, Remus. I know you can say full sentences”

“I want you to t-touch m-me” He blurted out in a quick string of words as he felt (Y/N)’s hands falling south of his waist.

“That can be arranged” He said with a smirk, placing his fingers between Remus’s underwear snapping it.

He shiftly whispered a jinx into his ear, Remus feeling his hands pull together behind his back quickly. He looked up at (Y/N) who was usually shorter, but with Remus on his back and his boyfriend on his knees he felt inferior.

“You’re been a brat all day, honey. You didn’t expect me to just give you what you want on a silver platter, did you?” He cocked an eyebrow, pushing his boyfriend’s underwear and pants down, leaving it tangled together at his ankles.

“Of course not.” He huffed, trying his best to get into a semi comfortable position.

“Now, shush. I’m not putting any charms up.”

Remus suppressed a moan slowly escaping his lips as (Y/N) stroked him slowly, keeping a careful pace. He’d been sticking there hard for so long, he didn’t think he could last long.

“Please, god… I just” He huffed out, feeling the knot in his stomach as (Y/N) bent down kissing the light pink scars sticking out from his shirt.

“Speak up, I know you can.” Still kissing and suckling on Remus’s neck,

“I n-need to-“ He moaned as he felt his knees start to buckle from underneath. his toes curling in the process.

“Tell me what you need?” He said impatiently, always so needy and so apprehensive. He stroked faster, trying to pull Remus closer and closer to euphoria.

“I need to cum” He said blankly, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt (Y/N)’s lips on his jaw.

“Aw? Already? Fine.”

“R-Really?” Remus perked up, a grateful smile on his face as he started to push himself closer to the edge.

“Knock yourself out” (Y/N) yawned a bit, looking as unfazed as he could.

“Thank you!” He was about to cum to the quick pace of (Y/N)’s pace, but before he could even bring himself over to the edge he stopped.

“No-“ He came everywhere, but he felt nothing. Only the lingering feeling that he was supposed to cum being left, he had every symptom of having the biggest orgasm in a while yet the pressure in stomach said otherwise. His legs shook and he was barely able to move where (Y/N) had pulled him to, his ass now in the air and his face buried into the mattress.

“What? Thought I’d let you cum properly yet after you’ve been brooding for days.” (Y/N) said pushing his boner against his boyfriend’s ass teasingly adding a few dry humps sending Remus through the motions again.

Remus moaned at the friction being caused, but immediately got a hand over his mouth which he thanked the lord for when he realised once again his friends were fast asleep around him. His core hurt, the unclenching and clenching of his muscles giving him unbearable cramps.

“P-Please, (Y/N)... This is too much” He twitched upwards, panting heavily.

“You haven’t said your safe word, Moony. If I knew better and I do, you’re enjoying this.”

He brought his boyfriend’s body to his own, Remus trying to cling to (Y/N) for his life.

“So fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the other boy’s face from behind, making him stare into eyes as he snaked his hand around Remus’s penis making him flinch with pleasure and pain.

“Yes” He agreed with him instantly as he moved his other hand to wring his nipple.

“Kiss me, love” He ordered and Remus connected their lips, every sudden fast stroke was a moan into (Y/N)’s mouth. He opened his eyes every few seconds to see a sweaty, blushing and moaning Remus making him want to fuck him right then. His thrusts became sloppy as he breathed a little heavy. He left out a sigh and stopped.

“I’m tired, come ‘ere” He propped himself up on the bedpost and patted his leg, Remus crawled to straddle his boyfriend’s leg and started grinding himself against.

“You can- cum properly this time- as long as you do it here” He said in between kissing and suckling on his neck, Remus nodded enthusiastically as he started to ride (Y/N)’s leg quickly.

“Slow down, love. No rush.” He held down his hips, slowing his movement which drove Remus insane while (Y/N) just brought his body toward him whispering in his ear.

Remus was flushed from ear to ear, his breath hinging every few seconds as he drew closer and closer to his release.

“Do you want to- ah- cum too?” Remus whispered as he was basically hugging (Y/N).

“Are you offering?” (Y/N) asked, rubbing his back comfortingly.

“Yes, Merlin. Yes.” He sighed out defeated as he left (Y/N)’s thigh.

Remus pushed (Y/N)’s underwear down over his dick, watching it spring out. He grabbed one of pillows as he positioned himself to suck him off.

“Merlin, you’re too good to me.” (Y/N) breathed out as Remus put his lips around him. He watched Remus, stroking his hair tiredly as he felt himself coming closer and closer to cumming as well.

Remus bopped his head up and down at an alarming rate making (Y/N) buck his upwards into his throat. He pulled on his hair a bit, Remus humming around him.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum.” He shivered as he felt Remus’s tongue work on his dick.

(Y/N) pushed Remus’s head into him, releasing down his throat. He watched Remus undo too, a few strings of cum spewing onto the bed.

“Good boy.” He breathed out shakily as Remus pulled his mouth off (Y/N). He smiled tiredly and (Y/N) kissed forehead lightly, ruffling his hair as he helped Remus clean up and tucked in bed. He yawned and stretched his arms out, heading to his own bed.

“You guys are so hot.” He heard Sirius whisper from his bed, he was probably listening the entire time.

“You’re a slut, you know that. Could’ve joined us” He sighed and climbed into bed.

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