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aulescev · 1 year ago

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Prisoner König x Nurse Reader

Soooo, I made a fanfiction where Monster!König is a prisoner, while the reader is a nurse at a maximum security prison. I'm so excited to share it with everyone, but also kinda anxious because I never really had someone read my works, let alone post a fanfiction I made (っ ̩̆╭╮ ̩̆)っ Anyway, here it is! Hope my writing will find a place in your heart somehow!

The Confinement, To you, the nurse who loves overstepping her boundaries, be careful and take this warning seriously, or else, the monster that lives under a man’s skin might devour you whole.

Nurse Reader x Prisoner König, hate to love trope.

!! Warning, this story contains: Dub-con/Non-con, Gore descriptions, Death, Poisoning, Manipulation, Obsession, Suicide, Possessive and Controlling tendencies, and Immorality. Heavily NSFW, minors DO NOT interact. Do inform me if I missed any.

!! Proceed at your own discretion

Disclaimer: I only have basic knowledge about prison, and what prison nurses are assigned to do inside its secured walls. The same thing goes for prisoners. Consider this a fictional work based in an alternative universe, only with the same countries, and stuff but with monsters + altered laws and rights to fit the story. So take this as it is, or shoo away. You can give me a few tips so I can take note of them, but please, be kind (｡ •́‿•̀｡ ) This is my first fan fiction, and story so yeah, expect a lot of errors + English isn’t my native language + I don’t speak German and only used a translator for this, so sorry in advance for the migraines my writing could cause you.

Chapter 01: The monster that lives under a killer’s skin.

Word Count: 3.9k

∆. 12:04:55PM of November 24, m. hallway of the prison.

You're a nurse at a maximum-security prison. Providing care for both the staff and prisoners, a right everyone equally has so even if you don't like the idea of aiding murderers, and people of such backgrounds, due to some reason, this is the only job opportunity you can take as of the moment.

Today's actually your first day, so naturally, you're shown around the workplace you now have to get yourself accustomed to.

"Most importantly, don't trust anyone other than the staff. These men are filthy, better not get your hands dirty, know what I mean?" Sir Wagner stated, the disgust in his tone is evident and it's enough to let you know how much he despises the criminals behind the bars of his prison.

Even though you would like to agree with the statement of the prison's head, you can't find it in you to despise the people in the prison as much as he does. You're a little too soft sometimes, and also of contradicting nature that makes you automatically take the opposite side of any argument even when it gains you nothing.

Sensing you won't reply— honestly, he doesn't really care if you'll reply or what, since he just wants to get this over with— the warden decided to conclude that conversation there.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked, a plain tone now as he speak, putting his hands deep inside his pocket.

"None, thank you for showing me around."

You replied in an equally plain tone, also wanting to get over it already like he does. He didn't take it personally, his years as the warden made him professional and collected most of the times. Plus, he understood your unenthusiastic nature at your new job, no one after all would be that happy to work in a prison where they keep high profile criminals.

"Well, that's great then. I'll have Benedikt here assist you while you get accustomed with your new work. Ask him when you need help, and if you have any questions." With a brief glance over to the man on his right, sir Wagner introduced the other guy that unnoticeably joined your group of two along the way.

Benedikt nodded at you when you looked at him, he's got an awkward smile forced on his face as he stretch his arms towards you for a handshake.

"Benedikt MacTavish, nice to meet you," He introduced himself, his hand hanging in the air as he wait for you to reach it.

MacTavish? Doesn’t sound like a local name. You’re glad for that, at least you’re not the only foreigner on your new workplace.

"I'm—"

"Yeah, I remember. Your surname's familiar though, Price, yeah? Are you perhaps related to a military captain?" He casually cuts off your introduction, seemingly eager to know something like he can't hold the question another second longer.

A little taken aback with how he outright talked over you, you were silent for a minute to process that fact and also his question.

"Ah, yes, right," you replied when things finally start sinking in your brain, "Well, he's actually my uncle. How come you know of him?"

Honestly, he's not related to you by blood. He's just your adoptive father's cousin, which makes him your foster uncle if that word even exists. But he doesn't need to know that much about you, what would he even do with the information if you told him?

"Ah, well, my cousin's actually the man's friend. John MacTavish? Soap? Does that ring any bells?"

"Oh, Johnny, yeah, I know the man. What a small world we live in," you smiled after hearing a familiar name, finding the coincidence a bit funny.

Finally, you took Benedikt's hand to shake it, forgetting for a moment that it's still waiting for your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Soap's cousin."

"Nice to meet you, Price's niece," he returned the introduction in the same humor, a genuine smile now plastered over his lips.

"I'll leave you two to it." Sir Wagner interfered and just left you two without another word, which is honestly weird but expected of a man his type.

"Phew, glad I found something common with you, or else it'll be hard to find an ice breaker activity," Benedikt sighed in relief after sir Wagner's finally gone from the scene, "Have you already went to the dorms? Found your room, and all?"

With a shake of your head to answer his question, you wordlessly replied no and looked at him, seeing what he'll say or do.

"Ah, alright, I can show you where it is, then we can start our rounds after. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure, thanks," You answered, your tone is a bit lively now compared to with sir Wagner earlier, since you're like a chameleon who adapts to whichever environment it's in.

You're blue when they're blue, pink when they're pink, red when they're red, and so on and so forth. A firm believer of do unto others what they've done to you. Karma? You rarely put your faith in that, you mostly take things to your hands and be the human version of the word revenge. It's not really cool, in fact, you kind of live harder because of it, but no way your ego would let go of your way of living.

Benedikt started walking, looking at his back every now and then to check if you're still following him as he quietly traversed the halls that should eventually lead to the dorms.

In the middle of your journey, you passed the center of the prison that connects all wings of the building, which means, each transported prisoner would also pass the center before getting to their assigned cell.

The tension in the central building was thick, the air is almost suffocating that it made you freeze on your spot as you try to find the cause of such unnatural atmosphere.

When your eyes landed on the now closing heavy door of the building, your gaze immediately fell to the tallest man in the middle of armed men.

He instantly caught your attention with his tall height, sticking like a sore thumb from the whole crowd.

"Benedikt, you know anything about that man?" You asked in a low voice, curious to find out who he could be, not even tearing your eyes away from the behemoth of a man.

"Ah, shit, today's his transfer, I totally forgot…" He muttered under his breath with a curse, "König, an ex-military guy. Would you believe that today's only his 8th day in prison? Like all prison days combined. He won't behave in any cell he's put in, forcing him to be transferred on new places every other day with how many crimes he commit on each one."

"What??" You uttered in disbelief, taken by a total surprise with the information.

"Yeah, I'm being totally honest right now. It's not normal that a criminal would be transferred from a normal prison to the maximum security because of misbehaving, but guess what? He's committed murder after murder in each base. That's what made him worthy of maximum security prison."

You can just try to press your lips in a thin line, an attempt to hide your disgust. Murderer… The vilest things to exist in this world. How can he live knowing the fact that he's ended a person's life? Oh, how much you loathe them.

You kept a scornful gaze towards his way, throwing daggers as if your stare alone could kill the guy. And of course, it's impossible that he wouldn't feel it, eventually staring back at you.

König, as Benedikt referred him, looked back at you straight in the eyes. Even though there were no holes in the sack that's put on over his face right now, you're certain that he turned his head just to identify who could be burning a hole on his head right now.

You feel like throwing up. Just the thought of breathing the same air as that of a murderer was enough to make you feel nauseous.

"Benedikt, let's go. Bring me to the dorms already." You said, almost pleading as the desperation to get out of his presence faintly showed.

∆. 06:39:07PM of the same day, nurses' office.

"So how was your first round?" Benedikt asked, giving you the canned sparkling water he opened just now.

"Horrible," you replied, taking the canned drink from his hand and downing it quickly.

The drink slid down your throat just like any other liquid, but it's a little painful because of the fact that it's carbonated. You just downed your drink, the bubbles popping on your throat and making you feel like it's burning your insides for a second.

Benedikt gave you a concerned look, but quickly masked it with a soft laugh, "Well, I cannot blame you… Working with criminals isn't exactly the most honorable thing out there. Plus we're understaffed, which makes the workload for each of us actually horrible."

"Yeah, right, that too," you grimaced, feeling more exhausted than how you usually do back when you were just working at the hospital, "I'm sorry Benedikt, my condolences goes to you. You're the most packed nurse here."

He chuckled, "Well, if you're sorry, take some of my patients?" He joked, which earned a laugh out of you.

Before you could even reply, there's suddenly a loud bang in the room and it wasn't a gun, it was the room's door being haphazardly thrown open by a panicking nurse who's also out of breath.

Jane, one of the nurse you've met today.

"Someone! Help! Vanessa! She's– she's wounded! Her eyes! Oh my, heavens, her eyes! We have to sedate König, where's the syringe?!" She started rummaging the room for a syringe and a drug that's supposed to put a person to a deep sleep.

Alerted, Benedikt and you stood up and helped her search for something. When Benedikt got his hand on the drug, he approached Jane and held her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Jane, calm down, I got it, but first, I need you to take a deep breath. You can't work with panicked nerves." He tried calling in some sense to her, but she won't calm down.

She started screaming, and started getting hysterical.

Jane, and Vanessa, you're pretty sure they got a thing with each other, maybe this is why she's acting inconsolable?

"Give me the syringe and the drug, I'll respond instead," You presented, preferred to sedate a monster rather than calming a stranger down.

Benedikt's got a better knowledge than you do, it’s better you leave them be than be left to console her with words you probably wouldn't mean. At least that's what you thought.

Benedikt pondered for a moment whether you're fit or not to handle the situation, but in the end, he decided to trust you, giving you the things after all, and also telling the number cell of König.

Rushing to the scene, with an emergency kit you grabbed in the office, you wasted no time and ran as fast as you could.

1245. Cell 1245, prisoner 190228. Must hurry up to cell 1245 before it's too late.

Eventually, you reached your destination, and unfortunately for your guts, you were met with a gore scene. There's an emptied syringe poked into one of Vanessa's eyeballs, one of her hands wrapped around the object in fear as she trembles, and cries.

There's also a whole puddle of blood under her, a lot on her white uniform, and mouth. Now that you observe her, she's also shedding tears of blood, her lips tainted red as blood continues to flow out of it.

What the fuck. This scene is fucking horrendous. What happened?

The guards are gathered around König, watchful of his steps, expectant and quite tense as they wait for him to make a move— ready to stop him from causing even more havoc. While he's not moving, König is watching Vanessa bleed on the floor with cold eyes which is honestly more frightening than him causing a scene.

He's fortunately not punching one guard after the other, so you doubt there was a need for sedating him.

Surveying the situation, you decided to change your plans of prioritizing the sedation of König, to aiding Vanessa first.

Without an inch of hesitation, you knelt in front of Vanessa, some blood soaking the edge of your white skirt. You placed the emergency kit beside you, opening it with haste until everything in the kit is visible.

"It's no use!" Vanessa cried, "The poison has–" she then frantically screamed, fumbling a few of her words as she started gagging from her own blood.

Before you could even touch her, she dropped dead on the floor. A sight that will be the reason of your nightmares for days, or weeks.

You were shaken down your core, blood suddenly cold, and heart beating extremely fast out of shock. You feel your body freeze, hands that were supposed to hold her now are hanging mid-air.

"I just saved her years in prison for murder," You heard a man's voice from behind you speak in a thick, and unexpectedly boyish accent.

You can't stop your brows from furrowing, and eyes show contempt at the mere sound of his voice, let alone his words.

"You are disgusting, a vile creature, don't you dare open that filthy mouth of yours." Unable to restrain yourself, you spit each word with venom as you slowly turn around to look at him furiously, "You are the murderer here. Don't confuse it now."

He does not speak. His eyes only staring at you through those 2 small holes on his makeshift mask.

Holding his equally piercing gaze, you stood your ground, rationality has left your body. You're acting on impulse, on your emotions, something a professional shouldn't do in this type of situation but damn, your ego is just some other kind of level. It will definitely put you on your place someday, but you thought that you should just worry about it when that time comes.

"Pathetic human. Too dumb to even think." He finally broke the silence, irritation in his voice.

Before you could even reply, he had already turned his back on you, walking back to his cell on his on will. The guards locked him up quickly after checking on him one last time.

The maximum security prison is totally different from a normal one. It's worse. Because everyone is sworn to confidentiality, no word really gets out on what's happening behind its high walls.

Prisoners in this place are like expendable pawns. The government uses them however they wish, and unsurprisingly, companies too. They have illegal control over some of the prisoners, depending on how much they paid the government for it.

Someone wants König dead, and you're not even surprised that he was already tried to be disposed of first day in. It could be a private company he used to work for, or maybe enemy, it could also be done for personal reasons. Signing up for a job here means you should expect those types of things, that's why you made sure to be adequately prepared over events like this happening during your shift.

If he was a normal person, you would've felt bad for the prejudice you have over him, but he's a convicted murderer– a serial killer at this point, so you believe that he doesn't deserve the benefit of doubt.

"A killer won't get my sympathy. That will be the last thing I'll ever do in this earth," You've uttered, anger never leaving your eyes as you sat still in your place.

∆ . 11:59:31PM of that day, staff dormitory.

With a gasp, you wake up from a shallow sleep, catching your breath as you try to recover from the nightmare you just had.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed repeatedly, frustration and distraught are clearly heard in your voice.

Fortunately, you're the only one in your room, not a shared dorm or anything, or else your hypothetical roommate would've pegged you for a madman.

Why would it be about that now of all days? You said at the back of your mind, frustrated over the dream you just had.

Desperately, you tried to swallow that thought, along with the nightmare. Fortunately, before the memory gets too vivid, the alarm on your wristwatch goes off which pulled you out of the world you’re sucked in.

It's the alarm you set the first time you got it, 12:00AM. Midnight on the dot.

You sat down, trying to calm yourself.

Ah, right, your next shift is at 12:45AM which is just 45 minutes from now. With Vanessa gone, and Jane temporarily dismissed to rest, you had to take the extra shift and give up a few hours of your precious sleep.

That reminds you, have you checked up on König as you were supposed to? Even if you hate him, you still have to do your job.

Shit, now you got to fill his report before anyone even notice or ask for it.

Reluctantly, you got out of your bed and prepared to check in early for your shift, planning to stealthily take the prisoner's record to fill it up, hopefully while no one's around to harshly criticize your tardiness on your first day.

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You made it to 1245 cell without any road bumps, luckily. Now all that's left is actually checking up on König which you can just frown about. Before sticking the key in the hole, you took a deep breath and tried to at least look neutral—your working face.

Counting from 1 to 5 quietly at the back of your mind, you collected yourself at 3, steeled yourself at 4, and finally, pushed the iron door open at 5 without giving yourself enough time to hesitate and get cold feet.

This prison gives each prisoner a spacious place to live in almost comfort, with only one person per room. At least that's how they do it in this part of Austria. There are quite a lot of cells after all, so they're not shy on using all of them.

"I'm your nurse, I will be checking up on you so please, sit down." You said with a firm tone, putting the bag on the bedside table where all of the essentials for vital checking should be packed.

Each nurse on duty is required to use the same bag, for both safety, and precaution.

"Ärgerlich schädling," he muttered under his unusual breathy voice which set an alarm in you.

Now that you look at it, the back of his shirt is wet, and he's panting a little. Did you really mess up big time on your first day? Shit, now you have to fix this somehow.

"Prisoner 190228," you read the number assigned to him, printed on the sheet of paper you're holding one-handedly, "I said sit down. I can't check on you properly if you're positioned that way."

It was pathetic really. Your nerves are getting the best of you, and it's hinted on your voice.

“Will nicht,” he grumbled, unmoving and unbothered.

You never really stayed in Austria that long in the past. Only a year or two to finish the last 2 years of your nursing school but your university didn’t require you to speak German so you didn’t bother getting that deep into learning the language. You’re an entry-level speaker at best, but since it’s been years already, you’ve lost that ability and can only guess what he’s saying.

“You will, now hurry up and sit down so we can get this over with.”

“Ich sagte nein, verliere dich.”

“Yes, you will. And please, I would really appreciate it if you speak in English.”

You heard his tongue clicked at that, “Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen!” He groaned, almost sounding like a teenager throwing a tantrum at his bed.

He sat down on his bed after that outburst, you don’t even need to peek under that mask of his to know he’s frowning in annoyance, his eyes alone says it all.

“Awfully late to check up on me now, yeah?” He asked, begrudgingly you think, but you decided not to give attention to it.

“Did the syringe grazed you? Was it injected on you? Or did it find other ways to get into your veins?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“It did not.”

“Are you certain?”

“I am fine, so get lost.” He snapped again, his voice starting to sound like his catching his breath again.

You thought he was grinding his teeth the whole conversation, and now it made sense. He’s holding something back, and it’s probably the pain from the poison, his tone only adds up as an evidence to that.

“You are not. You’re breathless, sweating, and,” your eyes looked all over him, trying to observe his posture, to find proofs to support your claim, “…You’re sweating buckets, and shaking.”

You bit your lips, an attempt to maintain your composure as you try to find a solution.

“I need to see your face, take that mask off,” without a warning, you reached for the edge of his mask— something that you later regretted doing so.

In an instant, he has put you under him, his gloved, big hand is wrapped around your neck while the other one is gripping your wrist that was once the closest to his mask earlier.

He’s fuming in anger, the heat coming off him is immense as if he’s a steam machine. Bodies wouldn’t act normally like this against poison, not this much heat while keeping a great vigor. His body feels so different… something you’ve never seen before.

“Touch my mask once more,” He seethed through gritted teeth, anger evident in his unblinking eyes, “Then I will have to devour you.” He threatened, his hot breath and heavy body touching your skin, “Stubborn maus. Get your ass out of here before it’s too late. I won’t take responsibility for your insanity.”

This marks the end of this chapter.

[A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I'm open to gentle criticisms because my heart can't handle harsh words hsdahfw. I'll try my best to take them positively though! Notice that there are timestamps (like ∆ . and — & with the former being a longer time skip, and the latter a matter of a few minutes difference from the latest indicated time), and locations during an event. I placed them there so there would be less confusion regarding the timeline and when a particular event happened:) I added translations in the last part to keep it realistic too. Like, you're meant to not understand him much whenever he speaks German so yeah. Still, if you're curious what they translate to, the translations will be just down this note. That's all, thank you again! (´｡ • ᵕ •｡ `) ♡]

CHAPTER 01 TRANSLATIONS:

[1]: Ärgerlich schädling, Annoying pest

[2]: Will nicht, [I] don’t want

[3]: Ich sagte nein, verliere dich, I said no, get lost

[4]: Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen, Why should they hire a fucking foreigner at all? I’m fucking tired of speaking that damn language

[5]: Maus, Mouse

#yandere konig #monster fucker #fanfic #prisoner konig #nurse reader #female reader #monster!konig #konig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #cod #konig

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nightlyrequiem · 2 months ago

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Be Still My Heart

Chapter 2- Analyze, Adapt, Overcome

Masterlist AO3

New Chapter Every Saturday

You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: This is one is a bit short and a little uneventful, but I promise you it gets good. I'm very excited to get to the later chapters.

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH20.), Dual POV

Even after a few weeks, you can't get that meth out of your mind. You lightly swish your hips to the beat of the song playing in your earbuds. Your gloved hands carefully pour the liquidated Red Phosphorus into an Erlenmeyer flask. Even through the gas mask you can still pick up wafts of the garlicy smell of the chemical. You'll have to talk to Valeria about getting a new a gas mask. Destroying your lungs is not one of your goals in life. While you work on this batch your mind strays to the meth Valeria brought you. The Enginuity of its creation is both impressive and irritating. You're a little upset that you didn't think to use morphine. Although that isn't entirely your fault. Getting unlicensed morphine here is like pulling teeth. That's why Las Almas's choice of drug isn't heroin.

You inaccurately hum along to the song while you measure the proper amount of Sulfuric Acid to add to the Red Phosphorus. You're very precise with your cooking. Too little and it won't be as potent, too much and you'll blow it up. You learned that one the hard way. Someone abruptly taps you on the shoulder and you yelp in surprise, almost dropping the Sulfuric Acid. You set it down on the steel counter and turn to look at the intruder. Corra's light brown eye's stare back at you, shining with amusement.

"Valeria wants to see you in her office." She informs you. Her eyes dart to the equipment behind you.

"Alright, tell her I'll be right there I just need to finish up." You reply. Corra leaves and you turn back around to swiftly finish up this batch.

Once done, you leave it in the big metal container to let the liquid product ferment into the iconic methamphetamine crystals. You make your way out of the lab after properly disrobing out of your PPE and neatly stuffing it back into the locker. On your way towards Valeria's office, you're ignored by the others. You see two of her worker's snorting something off of a table. You assume it's your product. You'll have to tell Valeria about that. Like you'll need to tell her about the gas mask. Come to think of it, you're also severely low on Ephedrine.

You open the door to her office and walk in. Giving Deigo a flat look, one he returns. Valeria gives you a much more friendly look and invites you to sit down.

"I want to discuss this new meth going around." She says. Leaning back and bringing a lit cigarette to her lips.

"I think it's coming from one of those little gangs that have been popping up." Diego remarks. Furrowing his brows. Recently the Cartel has been dealing with new gangs that think they have what it takes to compete. After Valeria was arrested, multiple people began vying for the metaphorical crown. Her incarceration created a power vacuum, as Valeria would put it.

You shake your head at Deigo's claim, refuting it quickly.

"No, I don't think it's even being produced in Las Almas, let alone Mexico." You object. Both Deigo and Valeria look at you.

"Why do you say that?" Asks Valeria. You look at the wall. It's painted some muted red colour. It makes the room feel smaller.

"Because," You say, staring at the wall. "morphine is such a hassle to obtain, if someone was stealing it, we'd know. And if there were a group big enough to pay hush money to hospitals, we'd know about them too."

Valeria nods in agreement.

"She's right." Valeria murmurs. Deigo rubs a hand over his knee, smoothing over the denim of his pants.

"There is that growing nuisance in Pajaro Azul." He grumbles. Pajaro Azul, Las Almas's sister city. You went there once and hated it. It even has it's own bigwig cartel. You'd never tell anyone, but they scare you a little bit. The men look ten times meaner and the man who runs it is crazy. You prefer the traditional small-town cartel in Las Almas. Even if their reach and influence is anything but.

"Let them deal with it." You say, furrowing your brows. "If the meth is coming from there then I doubt the Pajaro Azul Cartel will let that slide for much longer."

Valeria stubs out her smoke and stretches. Deigo fixes you with a look of annoyance.

"They've let them get this far." He grunts. "They're a bunch of pussies. We need to take care of it ourselves."

You look to Valeria for backup but she's looking at Deigo. Regarding him with careful consideration.

"I'll think about it." She says. "I don't want to tread on their toes though. A war is the last thing we need right now." Her gaze darkens. Just a year ago, Valeria was caught by Los Vaqueros, aided by foreign military. The whole town was ravished by one of the groups going rogue and both she and the town are still recovering.

It's thanks to you, in your humble opinion, that the cartel is healing so fast. Your meth is making them great money. Well, it was. Until that other stuff just appeared out of thin air. The thought brings a jealous scowl to your face.

"How did that new batch do?" You ask. Looking at Valeria intently. You worry the inside of your cheek. Valeria glances at Diego. Nodding at him. He takes the cue and stands up, brushing off his pants and lumbering out of the room, shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. The office feels much lighter without his intrusive presence. "It didn't sell." She says.

You frown at her. "What?"

"Most of our usual customers weren't buying." Valeria explains. "The other stuff is cheaper and better."

The statement is a wrecking ball to your pride. Cheaper and better? You frown deeply at the news.

"Well..." You start, picking at a loose thread on the sleave of your shirt. "I'll have to come up with a new recipe." Something more addictive than the Super Meth. Which will be hard without morphine. Valeria stares at you as you go quiet, retreating into the dark folds of your brain. Meth causes intense sugar cravings. Which is one of the main reasons meth users have bad teeth. That and the Acetone in it reacts badly to saliva, drying it up which makes keeping bad bacteria at bay much harder, causing cavities and rot.

You brighten. That's it, sugar.

"I need sugar." You tell her. Looking up at her with renowned determination. Valeria blinks but nods.

"Okay." She agrees. "How much?"

"Three pounds should be enough." You say, then pause. Something in your mind is wiggling for attention but the harder you try to think about it, the less clear it becomes. You needed to do something. You shrug it off. If it were important, you would have remembered.

Valeria dismisses you and you head back down to the lab. You sit at your little desk and begin to start planning out the proper ratios of your ingredients. Excitement wells up inside of you. Nothing is better than a good challenge. You spend hours carefully crafting a new recipe. A few orange crystals of the meth sit on your desk for motivation.

#valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #cod mw2

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you’d write a Marilyn x bratty girl reader? Like r is overly confident, flirts with everyone that crosses her path and she’s also very attractive which makes a lot of people having crushes on her. R loves the attention and the thrill of it, having everyone at her feet and following her around like a long lost puppy. Marilyn is sweet and innocent, but behind her façade she often fantasizes about showing r her place and punishing her for everything. Marilyn is intrigued by r and r doesn’t even realize, until one time r crosses a line and marilyn grabs her hair tightly and tells her that she’s going to teach her a lesson. Just very unhinged smut at the end, if that’s okay w you!!

Yes!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it!!! Sorry about the daly and the language mistakes!!! :))))))

Bratty Girl

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, bratty reader, dom! Marilyn, sub! Reader, kinks…

Word count: 5,699

Summary: You were the queen of beauty of Nevermore and you can have anyone at your mercy, but now your goal is to seduce your teacher…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“But will you call me?” Your classmate said, almost drooling. You looked at your hands nonchalantly and shrugged.

“Well, if you're good, I might not mind taking another walk with you, Paul, but don't get your hopes up,” you smugly replied, walking across the quad and leaving the boy nodding and smiling.

It was another day in Nevermore, another in which all eyes were directed towards you.

Life had given you the gift of beauty and you, despite being a good girl, took advantage of it.

You were cool, spoiled and you liked to play with people, seducing them, fabricating delusions to get all kinds of things you wanted. You knew that many girls envied you. It was enough to walk through the field to see a trail of slime behind you and a group of boys and girls following you as if you were a queen.

You were happy like that, believing yourself to be some kind of goddess capable of controlling everyone. It wasn't a good way to be, but it was the one you felt comfortable with. Seduce people, especially girls, normies or outcasts, and make them end up begging for your kisses.

You found exciting to see to what extent you achieved a kind of servitude, you were intrigued to get to know these people so you could manipulate them at will. If someone said that they didn't like you, they would be lying.

You liked to arouse the admiration of everyone who considered you their crush, to see how the people around you behaved, how they followed you through the corridors as you walked. You were like a tamer followed by hundreds of tame beasts who just wanted the privilege of your attention.

But lately it was getting boring for you to see the same gawking faces of your classmates. It was so easy for them to fall into your trap that it wasn't funny anymore. You would have to look for another challenge, get out of your own standards and prove your theory that you were irresistible not only for your classmates.

In one of your classes, specifically in botany, you found your next goal. Marilyn Thornhill was a new teacher, having only been at the school for a few months. She was nice, sweet and innocent.

From the first day you had noticed her. She was an attractive woman, weak according to you, who surely would have nothing to do against your charms. You've been debating what to do for a while. Trying to seduce a teacher went far beyond your behavior, but it also caused a knot in your stomach that you found pleasant, the morbidity of danger and above all, the curiosity for that smiling woman, who emanated tenderness with her voice.

“Okay guys, see you tomorrow,” the redhead said when the bell rang. The conservatory became a small chaos of students rushing out of there. It was your last class that day. You waited patiently for everyone to leave so you could be alone. Marilyn seemed distracted watering the plants.

You were a bit nervous, something not so normal for you, probably because you had never thought about crossing the moral line of authority figures. But she was really beautiful and her apparent innocence was something you should use in your favor, after all, innocence was the weak point of any of your "victims".

You leaned suggestively on the desk, trying to get her attention. She was humming absently and you cleared your throat. She turned to you, giving a little jump, and smiled with a hand on her chest.

“(Y/N), you’ve scared me,” she said to you tenderly. You smiled back at her in a way that you knew was seductive, sexy. “Do you need something?”

“Oh, well… I don't know, I'm just thinking about next week's exam and I have some doubts,” you said, without taking your eyes off hers, some that you thought were beautiful when you looked closely at them.

“Well, that's why I'm here, tell me what your doubts are about,” she told you kindly, leaving the watering can on the ground and approaching you.

“It's just that I have many doubts… maybe we should talk about it in another place, a more intimate one,” you said suggestively. Marilyn seemed confused by your words, looking around.

“Calm down honey, don't be ashamed of having doubts. It's something normal, in fact, not having them would seem strange to me,” she said with a confident smile.

You closed your fist. She surely wasn't the typical student, you should have known that. She wouldn't have sex in her mind all day. She was your teacher, she would be so much more mentally advanced than your classmates. They would be drooling with just mentioning "more intimate."

“I was wondering how that plant could sexually attract insects…” You said, remembering a previous class. Marilyn didn't seem surprised.

“Thanks to the pollen, with it they can emit pheromones that are practically identical to their species’ females,” she explained in an educational tone. You nodded slowly, looking for the most or less subtle way possible to throw a hint.

“It's curious…” You said, feigning interest.

“Yes, the truth is that it is quite curious,” the smiling redhead said, leaning next to you and looking at you tenderly. You knew she loved her work and not many people stopped to talk to her. That was an advantage for you.

“Tell me, Miss Thornhill, have you ever thought what would happen if people had that ability?” You asked with an innocent voice. She seemed to blink at that question and shifted involuntarily, coughing.

“Well, I think it would be a chaos,” she said, her cheeks flushing red and her hand going to the back of her neck. That question was quite awkward for someone in her position, but she still seemed to maintain her composure.

“I don't think so,” you said smiling, getting a little closer to her and passing your hand casually through hers, which she immediately pushed away.

"I… Well… Do you have any other questions?" Marilyn said, leaving her desk and pretending to water the plants again. You laughed quietly. Just one simple sentence and you had made her nervous. It looked like it was going to be pretty easy to play with her.

“I have a million questions,” you said. “You have already watered that plant,” you said amused. She looked at the pot and closed her eyes, rubbing them with her hand.

“Yes, it’s, it’s true. It's been an exhausting day...” She said, hiding the tremor of her hand.

“I suppose a beautiful woman like you will have some plan after class…” You said suggestively in a whisper. She seemed surprised by the question, but her innocent face was more powerful than the trembling of her hands.

“The truth is I haven’t. I'm afraid the plants are my only plans,” she said amused, making an effort not to appear nervous.

“It's a pity, anyone would want to have plans with you, Miss Thornhill,” you said, approaching her again. She had a wall behind her, she had nowhere to run.

“Wow... That's very kind of you, (Y/N),” she said with a small voice, avoiding looking into your eyes. “But call me Marilyn, I'm not as serious as other teachers.”

You nodded with a smile as you walked towards her. As expected, the redhead looked around for an escape route that didn't exist.

“As you wish, Marilyn,” you said, whispering into her ear.

She froze, her eyes widening.

“I think you should go with…. Your friends,” she said nervously, without giving importance to your more than direct gesture.

“I’m making you nervous?” You asked, still very close to her. Marilyn shook her head, smiling tenderly.

“Oh, no, no. It's just that… Well, my little beauties need me to take care of them…”She said, clearly lying.

“I wish I was one of your plants so that you would take care of me… Anyway, see you tomorrow,” you said, turning when you were inches away from her mouth and you walked towards the door with a mischievous smile.

“See… See you tomorrow,” she stammered.

The following days were that way. You started ignoring all your admirers and focused on pissing off your teacher. You always wore your uniform in a sexy way, and after that little encounter, you stopped buttoning up any more buttons on your shirt, exposing a lot of bare skin. You sat in the front row, and even though you knew she was dreading the moment when her bell would ring and class would end, you weren't going to give up easily. You always stayed with her, pretending to help her or asking questions that had to do with her subject, before taking action with many more hints and outbursts.

She always found a way to avoid your uncomfortable questions and your unexpected caresses. She would get nervous, but somehow she didn't try very hard to keep you away from her. After a week of failures, you began to wonder if she really was as innocent as she seemed. All her reactions told you that she was, but that turned you on more and more.

Gradually the situation became tense. You couldn't be sure, but you could say that from time to time her eyes went directly to your neckline or to the very high edge of your skirt. Maybe it was your imagination, but the idea of Marilyn guiltily wanting you made you melt in your late-night showers.

Precisely, one night is what you were going to do, take a shower as you did every day. You already had the fantasy that you wanted to think about while the hot water ran through your body, but a small frustration appeared in your thoughts.

She would get nervous, her cheeks would blush, but she didn't take the hints, or rather she didn't want to take them. That made you sigh as you undressed and toweled off. It was already too many days without seeing any progress. Despite your whispers in her ear, the caresses on her arm and the sensual comments, her firm convictions prevented her from going any further, even knowing that those glances at your body truly existed, even though she thought that you you didn't realize.

You were going to go crazy if you didn't do something about it and, looking at the towel, a terrible idea occurred to you, but it might just work.

“Don't wait for me, Div,” you said, leaving the bathroom and going to the door. Your siren roommate looked at you and took off her headphones.

“But, (Y/N), where are you going dressed like that? Who is your victim this time?” Your friend asked, used to your nocturnal comings and goings.

“If I told you, you wouldn't believe me,” you said, before walking out the door.

You walked half naked down the hall, wearing only the towel. It was very risky and it could cost you a visit to the principal’s office and even your possible expulsion, but you had the face of a good girl and that was worth it to get you out of any problem, although you weren't sure if it was worth it for what you intended to do.

You reached the door of Marilyn's room and cleared your throat, encouraging yourself. You were very confident, but you had never tried to exceed your own limits. With a clenched fist, you hit the wood three times and footsteps were heard inside the room.

“(Y/N)?, But… What are you doing here at this time of the night?” Marilyn asked, clearly surprised by your so… Informal outfit.

“I'm sorry to bother you, Marilyn, but it's just that…” You said, with a tender voice and bright eyes, like those of a sweet puppy. “I don't have hot water in my room and if I don't take a shower at night I can't sleep… I start to toss and turn in bed… And to sweat…” You sighed, while you ran your hand over the area of your chest that the towel covered.

“Um… Well I… I can notify maintenance if, if you want and…” the redhead said. You could see how her body trembled, and her gaze avoided any part of your body.

“He will already be sleeping, you said it, it's late,” you answered, thus avoiding another answer as absurd as that one. Marilyn smiled puzzled. Obviously she wasn't a fortune teller, she couldn't figure out what was going through your mind. You should be one step ahead of that sweet and innocent woman.

“Well, then I guess I can’t do anything…” She said, with a nervous smile, while you bit your lip in a subtle way, only she could realize that, and, due to the soft redness of her cheeks, you intuited that you got it “I can't think of a solution, unless I let you in and…”

“Oh, great, you're very kind,” you said, with all the impudence you had, entering the room. Marilyn's jaw dropped, but she didn't say anything, she just closed the door.

“Okay, (Y/N), you can use my bathroom, but hurry up, I'm tired and I'd like to sleep,” the redhead said, under your watchful eye.

“Thank you, Marilyn…” You sighed, giving her a kiss on the cheek that surely threw her off balance, and made her step back, awkwardly hitting her desk.

“I… Well, you're welcome… If, if you need something, I'll be there…. Well here,” she said, moving away from you and pointing to the bathroom door.

“Maybe you'd like to join…” You whispered, loud enough for her to hear. Marilyn turned her head and went pale. She soon shook her head with an even more nervous smile and sat up on the bed.

You shrugged and went into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and sighing. It seemed almost a miracle that you would break into a teacher's room at that time of night wearing nothing but your towel and she would just let you in. That woman intrigued you more and more. You knew she couldn't be made of stone, the nun you thought she was. Her eyes went to places on your body that seemed impossible when she thought you weren't looking. It couldn't be a coincidence. Also, you never tried to seduce someone who could call your parents, or who could punish you for it. Marilyn was your first victim outside of your same status within the academy. You didn't even know if she was interested in women, at least as much as you were.

It was a risk, but an acceptable one. Seeing her tremble with each of your awkward questions, or with the indiscreet ways of wearing your uniform were enough evidences for you to go to the next level. One that her innocence was completely unable to bear.

The hot water ran down your body while you thought about all that. On the one hand you felt some anger. No one had ever been able to ignore you so many times. You thought you were the queen of Nevermore, the beautiful and unattainable goddess that all your classmates dreamed of kissing, but the fact that you only attracted slimy teenagers was a blow to your self-esteem. You needed something more, you needed Marilyn Thornhill to fall into your traps so you wouldn't stop being almost invincible.

You sat in the bathroom, drying yourself off briefly, staring off into space, wondering what your next move would be. You had everything going for you. You were alone, in her room. You were just wearing that ridiculous towel. If it happened, it would be this night.

“Marilyn,” you said. “Can you come for a moment?”

A few seconds passed, but soon the wood could be heard creaking under her approaching footsteps. You opened your eyes and stopped grabbing the towel.

“What do you need?” It was heard on the other side of the door. You made a gesture of protest. Naturally, she was not going to enter,

“Come in. Don't worry, I'm dressed,” you said with a petulant tone. The door opened slowly and Marilyn stepped inside, looking at the floor.

“What happen? Have you been able to take a shower?” She asked, rubbing her hands together nervously.

“Oh, I have…” You said, getting up from the stool. “It was very... Hot,” you whispered in her ear. She looked up, sighing, probably because she wouldn't expect to see you with your towel on. “It's just that I forgot the lotion in my room… I was wondering if you had any body lotion or something.”

She smiled, looking inevitably at the towel that was starting to fall off your shoulders. In one quick move, she grabbed it just in time for you to stand naked in front of your teacher. Marilyn cleared her throat and laughed nervously, as if it had been a simple accident.

“Um, yes, I have one…” She said, moving away from you and starting to look in a small closet. Marilyn took out a bottle of cream and gave it to you, looking into your eyes at last. “Here, use as much as you want, I have more,” She told you, giving you the bottle. You took it, running your fingers through her hand in a caress that made her breath hitch.

“Thanks…” You sighed, sitting down again and starting to spread the cream on your leg. She should have already left the bathroom, but she was still there, petrified, looking at your toned legs when you thought you didn't notice.

You finally saw a glimpse of victory, and you began to caress yourself more slowly, lowering the towel slightly to gain access to your chest.

“Marilyn…” You whispered, looking troubled. “I can’t reach my back. Normally I ask anyone, but… do you mind?” You asked, turning around and brushing your hair from your back, letting the towel fall to rest on your hips.

“I…” Marilyn said, reaching for the bottle of cream automatically. “Okay.”

Her hands touched your skin and that made your hair stand on end. They were soft caresses, but trembling ones. The strange thing was that she didn't refuse, and that for you was already quite an achievement. Soon the caresses stopped being technical and her hands began to gently caress your shoulders, as if they were worshiping your skin.

You gasped subtly, with a smile and closing your eyes. She paused for a moment, but she continued her task, lowering your shoulder blades to the edge of sanity.

The sounds you were making were making her nervous. Little moans of pleasure, followed by sweet, innocent giggles. Just when you thought her hands would encircle your belly, she pulled away, breathing hard.

“That's it, (Y/N), if you don't need anything else…” Marilyn sighed, washing her hands and avoiding your gaze again.

You pursed your lips, but you felt like you had almost made it somehow. You would be a good and obedient girl, at least for the moment. Smiling tenderly, you walked out of the bathroom, pulling your towel up again. Marilyn followed you close behind, studying your movements. You could have left the room. The door was inches away from you, but you didn't. You turned and looked at her bed.

“Your bed seems bigger than mine…” You commented, your voice hoarse and full of lust. She looked at her bed and then at you, speechless. “It's very uncomfortable to have such a small bed when you want to have company, don't you think?” You asked, approaching her with slow steps, wanting to corner her again.

“You're not supposed to have company, (Y/N),” she said, trying to stand firm, not wanting to back down this time. You put a hand on your waist and clicked your tongue.

“Oh, and you can?” You asked amused, noticing her perfume already too close to you. “I have envy. I could do so many things in this bed... We could do so many things...” You whispered in her ear, without any need to inhibit yourself. It was your last movement. Direct aggression.

She looked you up and down, and when your teeth caught her earlobe, she finally reacted, but not in the way you expected.

You felt a strong tug on your hair, forcing you to bend your knees and bow your head. You emitted a small cry of pain, but your eyes never left hers. There was no trace of Marilyn in those dark eyes, no sign that the sweet, innocent botany teacher was there, pulling hard at your hair.

“I’m sick of you, (Y/N)…” The redhead hissed, not loosening her grip for a moment. “Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know where you're going?”

You smiled as you tried to ease that tight grip. She had finally broken out, though you had no idea if for better or worse.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Marilyn,” you said, without abandoning your smug tone. She laughed almost out loud and pulled harder on your hair, bringing your head up to hers.

“You know it perfectly. You've been insinuating for weeks, trying to seduce me. Tell me, (Y/N), do you think you can do whatever you want to people just because you're a pretty girl?”

You laughed too, feeling the grip loosen a bit.

“I don't tell other people what to do, they do it because they want to,” you said, brushing your nose against hers. That only served to get a slap across your cheek.

“You are a spoiled and pathetic brat, who only seeks to attract attention. Crawling around like a whore to see if anyone pays any attention to her… What a bad way to live, (Y/N),” Marilyn told you, holding your cheeks with her free hand. Her words were almost hurtful, but you weren't stupid. You could see the lustful look on her face, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her honeyed and slightly disturbing tone of voice.

“I bet what you want that this spoiled brat has made you hornier than you've ever been in your entire life, Marilyn…” You teased, earning yourself another slap, this time harder. You didn't give up, you looked at her defiantly.

“You're so cheeky… Didn't you learn to shut that big mouth?”

“Shut it for me then…” You said, freeing yourself from her grip and throwing into her arms.

The kisses were messy, passionate but wild. The towel struggled to stay attached to your body, but with each push, it went a little lower, until it was completely gone. Marilyn did not stop, she barely let you breathe, running her hands over your back, scratching it with anger, with desire. You bit her neck and she did the same with your lips, almost to the point of making you bleed.

They weren't passionate kisses, it was a fight for domination, for having absolute control of the situation. You always thought that it was you who had that power, that there could be no one above you. You were wrong. Her scratches made you hunch your back and her teeth sank into your neck. You laughed maliciously when you took a breath, noticing how the atmosphere became tense, sexual and hot. Her leg was placed between yours, while her tongue attacked every corner of your mouth.

You definitely didn't expect that from a woman like her. It was a nice surprise. She stopped, pushing you against the wall. She didn't say anything, she just looked at you intensely, fixing her eyes on yours while her hand passed over your breasts. The redhead smiled, seeing how your nipples responded under her touch. Now you knew that you would be hers, your body had already given up.

“I'm sure you were going crazy thinking about this moment… Your legs trembled every time you looked at me…” You said, causing a somewhat calmer smile, but not without desire.

“I have imagined so many times having you here, at my mercy, that I have lost count, (Y/N). You're a bad girl, a slut who takes advantage of her beauty… It's about time someone taught you a lesson, don't you think?”

“Are you going to teach me lessons? You're not capable,” you said, removing the redhead's blouse. She didn't try to stop you, she just kept touching your whole naked body while her words sounded like an electric current.

“Don't get carried away by appearances, (Y/N), I have a lot of patience, but I'm not going to let myself be fooled by a brat like you. I rule here. And you shouldn't forget it.”

“I can't wait for you to teach me that lesson,” you sighed, unhooking her bra. She was so busy kissing your neck and grabbing your buttocks that she didn't even seem to notice.

“You may regret those words…” She told you, moving away from you and grabbing your arm, throwing you against the bed.

You gasped and let yourself fall on it, climbing until your head was on the pillow. Now she was no longer your teacher, but your predator. Bare-chested, she moved closer to you, climbing onto the bed.

Marilyn raised your hands above your head without saying a word. You knew you shouldn't move them, that her intention was to keep you immobile. Ditching the last few items of clothing she had left, she climbed on top of you, her legs on either side of your hips.

“You're so desperate... Couldn't the capricious girl have her candy when she wanted?” She asked in a childish tone, beginning to move her hips.

Your gaze was focused on her body, something that you did nothing but imagine in your dreams, in your nights in the shower. It was much better than you expected, besides, that new harsh and domineering personality of your sweet teacher was something that your body was unable to calmly process. Your hips moved at the same rate.

“I always get what I want,” you said, gasping at the erotic contact between your legs. You were hot, but her heat was also considerable. She smiled at you, watching each of the gestures you made every time she moved.

“No, honey… You are very wrong. Only what I want will be done... So if you want me to fuck you like the whore you are, better shut up and obey me,” Marilyn said, grabbing your cheeks again and kissing you briefly on the lips.

“Please, Ms. Thornhill, fuck me,” you said, in a helpless little lamb voice. She, as expected, shook her head, pulling her body away from yours. You moaned at the lack of contact, but you would soon shut up. Her hand ran up your leg, digging her nails into your skin, until reaching your crotch almost aching with frustration. You always got everything you wanted when you wanted it. You never had to beg, see yourself in the situation of having to ask for permission, or beg for your wishes to be fulfilled. That night you would discover that you were not invulnerable, that the woman you desired and that you were even beginning to love wanted to teach you precisely that lesson. It would not be easy to achieve your goal.

“Look at you… So wet… The great and beautiful (Y/N) desperate… I'm sure many people would pay to see this,” Marilyn said, caressing your slippery folds, pinching your clit and making you moan to the point of losing complete notion of time and space. You didn't hear her words, you only felt her skilful caresses, and a voice in your head that begged to ask that her fingers finally enter inside you, to end with that frustration.

“Please, please.” It didn't take long for you to give up your cocky and immature way of being. Soon, like hers, your facade crumbled and you turned into a pathetic girl, squirming from her caresses, which only surrounded your entrance.

Marilyn laughed, pleased to see you weak after so long. Her fingers played slowly entering you, but coming out instantly, just as you closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

“Shhh, hush, honey. Mommy has to teach you a lesson, remember?” She told you with a soft voice, removing her hand from your crotch. You looked at her confused by that way of speaking, but you were so excited that you had just discovered how hot those words made you.

“What lesson?” You asked, reaching out your hand to caress her chest. She didn't answer, but he grabbed it, running it gently over her bare skin, watching how you melted into its softness, how your hips kept moving, begging for contact.

“A very important one, honey. You have to learn to know what your place is...” Marilyn whispered, moving above you.

“And what is it?” You asked curiously. The redhead laughed, placing her legs on either side of your head. You already knew what was going to happen and you grabbed her legs, caressing all the skin you could. Marilyn gripped the headboard and looked at you with a half smile.

“Under me,” she replied, before lowering her body towards you. Soon a lot of sensations invaded your body. You could barely breathe. She was almost as wet as you were, you could feel it, taste it. There was nothing but Marilyn around you. Your whole world became wet, hot. You moved as you could, because she wouldn't let you stay still. The excitement was maximum, much more than if she had agreed to your wishes. Her moans were the most sensual you'd ever heard in your life, just as you'd imagined. High-pitched whispers and incomprehensible words, which she hissed at you.

“That's it, honey...”

You couldn't answer even if you wanted to, you were short of breath and your mouth was too busy pleasing the redhead. Your tongue moved erratically, eliciting indiscreet moans as you circled her clit and sucked on it. You no longer thought about being the best at everything, about having everything you wanted. Maybe that was her lesson, you didn't know, you just kept moving, kissing her, breathing hard.

Your tongue flicked over her folds as her hips began to shake. You would recognize those movements anywhere. She was close, and that meant your release too. Surreptitiously, you decided to add one more point of pleasure, caressing yourself while she seemed to go crazy with your mouth. Surely if she had seen you she would have been angry, but your face was soaked, which meant that at that moment she only cared about the pleasure that you made her feel.

You moaned against her body as your fingers trailed down your bare skin, grabbing your breasts to send hundreds of electrical currents through your nervous system.

“Honey, I'm going… I'm going…” Marilyn said, her voice cracking, moving quickly against your face. “I'm going to do it, (Y/N), and I'm not going to leave…”

That statement only added fuel to the fire, and made your tongue move faster until her back buckled and one of her hands let the headboard go only to grab your head and prevent you from moving. When she finally broke free, she dropped your sodden head back to the pillow and, chuckling in satisfaction, she lowered herself back to your hips.

“Have you learned anything, (Y/N)?” She asked you, caressing your body while her hips still shook from the previous sensation. “Surely now you know where you belong.”

You nodded, catching your breath. The lack of air didn't matter to you now that you could recover it and your walls were contracting in a small silent and discreet orgasm, which obviously wasn't enough to calm all your desire.

Marilyn leaned down and grabbed your hair tight again.

“Say it, (Y/N), who do you belong to?” She asked with a threatening tone.

“To… To you…”

“Right, (Y/N), it seems that you have learned something,” Marilyn said, looking at you with eyes of desire, caressing the area between your legs again. You nodded and finally let yourself go. You had acted as she wanted and now you would have a reward. Suddenly a strange sensation made you feel bad. Was that what she felt? Was it so horrible to be begging for a divinity as you did?

You did not have time to think about your behavior, because what you expected so much for a long time happened. Her fingers were slow and that was what Marilyn wanted, to make you suffer even when she complied with your requests.

“Please…” You sighed, moving erratically under her touch. “I need you.”

The redhead looked at you and stopped, the complete opposite of what you wanted. But it was only for a moment. Soon your wishes were fulfilled. Her fingers moved quickly in and out of you. You were an absolute mess of moans and pleas. Surely that excited her, to feel how the most coveted student of Nevermore turned into a pleading piece of meat that begged for her touch.

“I can't take it anymore, Marilyn… I'm very close.”

“Oh, does the girl want to cum? Should mommy allow her?” She said with a mocking and satisfied voice, while her movements slowed down.

“Please…” You whispered, suffering from the way your teacher played with you, and above all, because you would let yourself do anything as long as it was her. She had already caught you and you hadn't even noticed.

She laughed, knowing that she wouldn't have to do anything else. Soon all your muscles tensed and you were finally able to free yourself. You stifled a scream that would surely wake up the entire school, as your hand gripped her hair. Fortunately, she did nothing to break free of your grasp. The scene below her was more worthwhile and you had the nice feeling that it wouldn't be the last time, a strange feeling, as if your longing to feel loved was now only limited to Marilyn. She had managed to conquer you, to have you at her mercy, and it would not be easy to refuse anything she asked of you. Now you were her puppy.

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phoenixwrites · 1 year ago

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Hey I'd love your thoughts because you're usually very level headed and make good points. I don't know how to go forward with enjoying Grace's online presence in the wake of this Faze disaster. While I fully agree with letting people make their mistakes this isn't just some bad tweets. This is an organization that covered up SA and have made no major changes to prevent it from happening again. They didn't even kick him out, just a measly "suspension". I want to believe that Grace is just a young woman trying to make her own way in a complicated world and that she honestly wants to do good. But this..... as a SA victim myself I think I'll have to unfollow and distance.

So the first thing I’d want to say, that as a victim of SA myself, that you should absolutely do whatever you need to do to keep yourself safe and healthy. If this situation is triggering to you, then you should do what you can to distance yourself, unfollow, and take whatever measures you need to protect yourself and your mental boundaries. And you shouldn’t feel bad at all about that, because you are your first priority.

Now on Grace’s involvement with the organization—I think it’s completely valid to be upset with her or disappointed with her. Just don’t take it out on her. And I say this because I want us all to remember something. A year ago, Grace was a pretty much unknown actress. Then she had her role on Stranger Things, shared electric chemistry with Joe as the unforgettable Eddie, and pretty much overnight, had a huge fanbase of shippers and stans. Going from unknown to a large group of people putting you on a pedestal and wanting to know everything about you and how you played your character and if your character would end up with such and such—all of this is a really tricky transition to navigate. Particularly for a female actress who played opposite a fan favorite male character.

Grace had a really positive experience on set and didn’t just have a new fandom, she engaged with them. She posted her own Hellcheer thoughts, reblogged fanart, was enthusiastic about the pairing at cons and whatnot. But it became even trickier to manage, because suddenly she had a lot of people looking up to her, counting on her, idealizing her—while on the other side, a bunch of nasty misogynistic bitches just waiting to jump on her for the slightest mistake. Even without her fumbling, they still went after her and badly harassed her, to the point where she was physically in danger.

No matter what she did, she was going to disappoint someone. Grace strikes me as a little bit of a people-pleaser; she loves her fans, loves Hellcheer, wants everyone to be happy. But she’s also 27 and unlike most of us, she has a huge peanut gallery yelling at her every time she does anything.

Grace talked about how excited she was meeting with new people for new projects and how they were really open to her ideas. I have no doubt they were very charismatic towards her and talked a big game about how they were changing directions and she was going to spearhead the movement. In a small business room, away from the loud audience of the internet, it probably seemed like something good, something positive, that she could help navigate a shift away from misogyny in gamer culture.

But of course, when it was announced, everyone lost their minds. Suddenly it wasn’t a bunch of charismatic people in a business room, it was the entire internet, fans and antis, yelling, pleading, begging, screaming, all at once. Combined with everything else she’s had to deal with this year, that is bound to make you fuck up even more.

I don’t trust faze and I don’t think it was a good idea to align herself with them, even with the best intentions, but I am older than Grace and I don’t have a huge fanbase getting really loud (positively or negatively, it would still be overwhelming) every time I do something.

So I think the company manipulated her and that was their intention from the beginning, to have a convenient little scapegoat for people to focus in on and hate. And for this, I’m inclined to give her more grace towards the situation than I feel like a lot of people are giving her. Even when she said things that were out of turn—frankly, I kinda get it, on a much, much smaller scale. When you have a bunch of people deliberately misconstruing what you’re saying and creating blogs purely to harass and stalk you (it’s nice to have something in common with her), that is liable to make you SNAP and get nasty.

So I wish that we would cut her some slack, I guess, when it seems pretty clear to me that the company talked a big game, preyed on her idealism and hope for change, and then hung her out to dry.

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State of the Nebula

I'll get the good news out of the way first--I'm remastering and finalizing Espoir and Bijou's designs and commissioning a new piece featuring my magical girl duo! It'll be '90s style manga art, so I'm super excited!

But you know what I'm not super excited about? Writing the damn thing. I've been in a creative rut since finishing Imperfect Storm, and I've mostly been writing little scenes from future books instead of prioritizing a Book 2. For awhile, I didn't know why or where to go from here, but now I do. And the reason is that...I've been hiding some stuff about Premiere Nebula from everyone.

(Discussion/critique of what I'm gonna call "Tumblr magical girl culture" will be down below. Just being a magical girl fan on Tumblr doesn't mean you're one of the people I'm talking about. It's like the difference between an "adult who likes Disney movies" and a "Disney adult.")

So I don't think we talk enough about self-censorship in the writing community. Sure, we talk about things like how actual book blurbs are starting to contain words like "unalive" now, but we don't talk about the more insidious and pervasive version that comes from censoring out dark topics altogether. The utter fear that, if I write this thing or this subplot, the people I want to market this to will hate me for it. And because I want to please the people I want to market this to, I don't write it, even if it fits perfectly into the plot.

This is the hell Premiere Nebula has been in for years. Yes, it's a story that's essentially about kidnapping and the various mental health effects it has on its victims, but it can't be too fucked-up because it's also a magical girl story. Plotlines like the Manufacturer liking the dark spirit he's created from day one, even though she's resided in Valka's body since she was a minor, were scrapped and left only to implication until these plotlines came to the attention of my pre-readers. In complete opposition to what I thought they would say, they said things like "this adds a lot to the story" and "it's almost creepier if a mass child kidnapper didn't have some weird obsession with kids in that way." They loved the criminal psychology behind it, something I've had a morbid fascination with since I was a kid.

But even then, I couldn't write it.

This is where I might offend some people and get some anon hate, but I'll say it anyway: magical girl fans on Tumblr can be just as toxic as those sorts of cartoon fans. (Again, talking about the Disney adults of magical girl stuff, which likely doesn't include any of my followers on this blog.) Ever since Madoka Magica came out, there's been this boiling hatred of darker magical girl concepts that has never fully gone away and an assumption that all dark MG series are inherently exploitative. There's also a silent pressure to make your stories more in the Precure or Sailor Moon style (or at least, what's perceived as "Sailor Moon style;" there's a discussion to be had of how the manga is pretty damn dark and the people who call Sailor Moon "light" may not be fully familiar with the original source material, but that's magical girl mansplaining for another day). Anyway, for awhile, that's what I thought I wanted PN to be--a story about both a rebel group and a group of friends who had funny moments and fought enemies that were, in hindsight, watered down versions of what I wanted them to be.

The ideal Premiere Nebula that I want to write is probably somewhere in between Madoka and Utena. A lot of the elements I've toned down so far are the Utena-like ones that deal with child exploitation and how manipulative adults like Akio take advantage of minor's naive perceptions of the world. People joke about Utena as "the magical girl series with trigger tags," but when I rewatched it, it made me realize that my original concept of PN had been like that, too. Just off the top of my head, I can think of "ideal PN" as having the following TWs:

kidnapping

frank discussions of mental health

suicide (no explicit depictions, mostly talking about how the rebel leader Valka is immensely suicidal and how her friends have had to talk her down many times)

physical and verbal abuse (mostly from Omega's ex, who she leaves in Book 1)

child abuse

non-consensual magical acts (brainwashing, as well as Stelle being forced to exchange magic with Alarice akin to a forced fusion in Steven Universe)

addiction

grooming (mostly looked at through a non-sexual lens with a ton of vampire/thrall imagery, long story short I've been listening to that one Olivia Rodrigo song a lot)

the aforementioned pedophilic implications of falling in love with a spirit in a child's body, like if Victor Frankenstein was even more fucked-up

Many of these have been self-censored to varying degrees in the finished Nebula product, with the last one being practically non-existent. But here's the thing: I'm not sure I want it to stay this way. I want PN to be a magical girl series that's "for adults" in more than just a superficial sense--I want to discuss things in it that happen to teenage girls and adult women in ways that children's media can't.

I have no problem with people who love traditional magical girl stories and children's entertainment. I'm one of them! But sometimes, I feel like the vocal minority stifles my creativity and, since most of the magical girl people I've met have been on here, makes me scared that there's no place for a story like mine as I want to write it. Sometimes, I wonder if that's been my real biggest fear after all.

I don't know how to end this, really. I may delete it down the road if I feel like I've vented too much here. But I want Premiere Nebula to stay a concept that shows my love of both dark and light media, something I jokingly call "pastel goth." I feel like anything less would just, well, not be Premiere Nebula anymore. I don't want to keep pretending it's something it's not anymore, even if it loses me potential readers. I want to get back to the way I was before, where I'd just write a scene without wondering how the fandom at large would see it.

Most of all, it'd be a disservice to the people who've read and followed my Premiere Nebula content until now to not receive a finished product written how the writer fully intended it. You all have been thoroughly amazing to me and gotten me through more hard times than you'll ever know. If Premiere Nebula--Alexandria's Version (as much as Taylor Swift annoys me, this is the best metaphor I have for this situation) isn't your cup of tea, I completely understand and wish you the best. But if you're the type of person who some darker social commentary with your magical girl stories, I hope I can do the concept justice for you.

Either way, I hope I was able to give you a fun experience with what little I have now, and I hope to keep doing so with a renewed inspiration.

#magia record #premiere nebula #alexandria rambles #may delete later #long post

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relaxxamenssalon1 · 9 months ago

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Unleash Your Dapper Potential: 10 Tips to Choose the Best Men's Salon in Dubai

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The secret to an effective grooming routine is consistency. Stay with a salon after you've found one that suits your needs. Build a relationship with your stylist or barber and allow them to learn about your tastes. You'll always look your best with a consistent salon experience, visit after visit.

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Conclusion

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#men's salon in dubai

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Okay, a promised mention to @project-catgirlpillar and a relisten later and here we go;

- I remember being very excited at her introduction. Her song/motif/whatever, the 'I know what you'll do' one is among my favourites in the album and I'm just a real sucker for characters that are ambitious to the point of ruination. I also went into the album assuming it would be a war between two groups of posties as opposed to Sarah and the McMutants vs the world, which just made her all the more imposing.

- I really adore Sarah and I think she's got to be one of my favourite characters in general (though tbh all the posties rank really high there because I love metanarrative wackiness). She's a manipulative bitch who delights in her own villainy and her own enthusiasm for her wicked deeds is simply infectious. This all is compounded by Lux Mortenson's amazing performance, I am always happy to see her name in the credits.

- that moment when Marjolein catches her in her theatre and she's spooked, but the Marjolein tells her she wants to make sure they don't drift apart and you hear her thinking for a few seconds and then she says 'okay' and the melody from the 'I know what you'll do' manipulation song comes on and she just sounds so sweet but the even before she sings the music already betrays that she's just bullshitting to get her way AUUAGRH. That moment. Although a fairly close runner up would be her getting caught in Elysium and panicking until she manages to escape for that sweet but fleeting satisfaction of watching her be powerless against something after tormenting Raven for so long.

- I'm not a very creative kind of person, at least not storywise so this'll be a short one but maybe some sort of dive into her psyche; her getting trapped in her own head and being forced to untangle all of her 'masks' and pasts fake and real. Also, even though it's not part of the prompt I just gotta throw in a link to this amazing crack writing which I read before getting on tumblr but on revisiting just now noticed was written by the lovely @underwhelming-universe!

- now I'm not sure how popular of an opinion it actually is, but I believe she's a deeply tragic character. Hurt so much by her own past that she constantly runs from it and makes herself new backstories to cope and continue on. I'm not sure whether I believe 'Sarah's Flowering' is actually how she got where she was or if it is yet another lie made up to garner sympathy, but I am leaning towards it being true because it plays at a weird place in the album, specifically right after she says she's not going to tell Raven how she flowered, and she seems to refer to those 'false memories' woth visceral disgust in the next song. It also paints her in a rather obsessive and creepy light which would not be ideal to do if you're trying to make people feel sorry for you, although she may simply not see the fault in her actions within the song, I suppose. In a kinder world this could have led to a redemption arc, though I would loathe if that arc was just 'we fixed your mind and now all is forgiven'.

- her and Marjolein have by far the most and best interaction together the way Marjolein, kind as she is, so desperately wishes to mend their friendship and Sarah just takes and takes and takes any advantage she can from that. How this gets turned on its head and Marjoleins hardens her resolve to the point of confronting Sarah without fear even when she has the power of a god at her side. And how despite all this power Sarah is dependant on Marjolein in a desperate but probably unnoticed by herself way. How she takes the bait of chasing around Marjolein so readily, how she would spare her and give her a place in her 'court'. She seems desperate to gain Marjolein's attention or at the very least she has a compulsion to one-up her wherever she can. The way she loses sight of the overall battle and doesn't even think to kill the rest of the injured posties once Marjolein is out of the picture. I have also seen some great posts floating around about the enemies-to-lovers, or for the homestucks among us even the black-rom potential between the two, which I am wholeheartedly on board with.

- the best one I can think of right now is that All That could have been avoided if they had introduced her to competitive video games from the get-go. She'd have simply become one of those slur-throwing moba players or something. Wait, actually, she would have been right at home crushing racists on Nazi Death War. She could have been the saviour of Lost Hollow if only she had been there instead. I feel there's potential there for more talented authors than I, so if CoD gamer Sarah sounds cool please feel free to write about it.

Wow, that's one big wall of text, whoops. Anyways send post.

Sarah mckiggan for the ask Game?

Oh boy, Sarah mf McKiggan. I have a great deal of thoughts on her, but I think I'm gonna have to sort those out while relistening to postiewar again. I'll tag you when I've done so. ;)

Just a reminder for myself the points were:

- first impression

- current impression

- favourite moment

- idea for a story

- unpopular opinion

- favourite relationship

- favourite headcanon

#whoops forgot to tag this initially #shaperaverse #sarah mckiggan #honestly just so much rambling #i forgot to add a read more initially. i hope i fixed that now. sorry for the fucking wallpaper youay or may not have had to scroll through #it did not appear to work on later reblogs. ill consider this a lesson learned ;u;

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There are several things happening today that are not very pleasant and they're happening to the morlock and they are upset finally pay attention a little to who's doing it we have them up on the ropes they say and they're saying about us and we say it's not welcome not wanted and illegal and they start arguing then they noticed that people are fretting because we're arguing it and they're upset about it and they started bothering you and they're saying that they think that it's us doing it and you're saying no they don't think that the most part I think we're doing certain things and they think that the empire is having done and having the pseudo empire do it and they said stop talking it says it's not for you but that's what they think that is what they think interview them you imbecile. So they start to have some questions and they said it too and they went around said no it's not and they're nasty idiots and they're fairly stupid and gross and we start to hear from them they don't hear it from us and we said you're blaming us but it's really them and we don't want to hear from you you sat there watching them and you know it's them if you say it's us you're in trouble because first off we're going to take their stuff and you have been cuz you keep on mocking us trying to threaten us in your ridiculous they said we're taking all those diamonds and say we're ridiculous so he said I can see what he's saying it's not going to end well and it's predictable for people who understand it and he said he was properly trained by an army person who's very well known you said I now follow something your people knew what they're talking about and got hurt it looks like they didn't but really we're just kind of whizzing around saying stuff so he started thinking about what's going on and he heard you saying you might be mad about it and starting to see it but really this is not a time for that and you guys need to meet in uniform and start to talk about it you being ridden and he goes you're right so he wanted to know who and he started to see something we're going to beat each other up in the empire is going to take it like he said and they need to be more occupied and he's trying to fill in the blanks and he said I'm upset and he's not from around here and doesn't get it it's Young but he stood up for himself and his people and said that it's not them but that's not the point the point is that it's a manipulation by someone else which is good and it's horrifying it might not change things but they will know that it's really not right and it's an effort it's going well our son with daughter helping that his brake caliper on and both of them he's got new brake pads and he's got spares and a new rear tire coming out and he's keeping up with it he's going to check the chain but it's still functioning and thick unlike the brake pads and the rotors and those are made of titanium by the way and they last a lot longer than the thin steel they had but they still wear out he's got some stuff to pick up but he's got time it's going to try and get a shower but we have a lot to say about all this what you doing with him is exceedingly ridiculous and it's all over the place and you two groups of more life for getting nothing and it's going to turn very sour very quick once the clones are engaged and they have expressed their going to and these guys will get all excited and we'll get pummeled and that's going to happen pretty soon maybe today no probably Sunday or Monday and Tuesday afternoon is going to be hell and Trump is going to be pushed out of a lot of stuff and it's coming up pretty quick we're experiencing a lot of anger about the status here doesn't change in a while and the empire is going to hog wild for years been unchecked we're going to increase the amplitude of attacks and frequency and they will regret what they've been doing more shortly

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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Blackmail

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Jimin offers you information on Jungkook, but your friendship is misconstrued by Jungkook who ends it singlehandedly with one video of you professing your love to him between moans.

warnings: dubcon, fingering, degredation, mild squirting, manipulation

word count: 2.8k

a/n: jealous kook doesn't realize he's jealous. this part is a bit extreme, so beware ><

One doesn't come across someone like Jungkook every day. It's fate that you met him in your first year of college, extending to your second where he grows closer to you; fair, it's clear that he only intends to use you for his academic success, but you've deluded yourself into thinking you're in love with each other. Growing up, you only had your dysfunctional family to teach you about how to love, how to think. As long as Jungkook needs you, he will love you, and you’re willing to do anything to be with him, only him. You need him to live.

Birds sing in the background as you lay on your stomach on the grass of the yard across the campus. It’s sunny and breezy, the perfect spring day as you work on Jungkook’s research paper due next month. You compiled multiple credible sources in a separate file to create an outline for his essay the moment he forwarded the assignment to you. You want him to praise you, pet your hair, kiss your cheek for starting so early so he can turn it in before anyone else. He would be proud, flashing you his pearly whites and adoring eyes. The reward motivates you to work harder and you’re relentlessly skimming through articles while counting down the minutes of Jungkook's lecture. He'll be outside with his friends in 7 minutes.

With a bad childhood, you don’t care to befriend many people. You only have a few friends to keep you company and you’re socially awkward outside of that group. You’re content, so you steer clear of boys who try to sabotage your relationship with Jungkook. Jimin, however, doesn’t get the memo.

Typing away on your laptop, a shadow looms over you to give you a break from the sunlight. You glance up and stop swinging your legs absentmindedly when you recognize the shadow; it’s a boy with frames and a tight collar adorning his neck.

Park Jimin is a typical nerd whereas you’re more of a closeted nerd. When you’re in love, you usually put more effort into your appearance to impress the one on your mind, but that doesn’t work with Jungkook. It’s always other men giving you their attention through second glances, and that includes Jimin.

“What do you want?” you rudely greet. Jimin is ruthless with his attempts at pursuing you; he’s the perfect gentleman, and often volunteers to do group tasks with you. He is never mean to anyone, and has a squeaky clean reputation, but his only flaw is that he can’t take a hint. You don't bother being friendly to him because you don't want friends.

"I want to know why you look so happy," he bends over to curiously glance at your screen, "while doing homework?"

You slam the monitor closed to stop his ogling. "You wouldn't get it. And stop watching me," you sternly say.

"What's your secret?" he grins and sits down on the grass next to you with crossed legs. His upper body serves as a shade and you stop squinting.

"There is no secret, I was just in a good mood until you came along." You're not upset, but you don't want to lead Jimin on and he won't leave unless you blow him off.

"Thinking of Jungkook?" he teases with a mischievous smile.

"Are you stalking me?"

"No, you're just too obvious," he chuckles, but the sound is strained. You don't notice his melancholy as he continues, "You were doing his homework again?"

You shift on your propped elbows a little uncomfortably. Jimin doesn't need to know what you do in your free time. "Yes," you answer anyway.

"You know he has daddy issues?"

Your eyes round as your discomfort dissipates instantly; he's piqued your interest. "Really?"

"Yeah, he has a tough exterior but he's actually a real softie."

An involuntary smile carves on your face before it falters as you ask, "How do you know this?"

"We went to high school together. I can tell you some stories if you want," he boasts when he realizes he has your attention. The context makes his heart sink, but when he imagines your lovesick grin is directed at him, it fills him with joy.

"Tell me, tell me! Please."

"Weeell," he draws with a lopsided grin, "don't tell him I told you this, but he used to hate girls. I don't know if he still does, but back then he couldn't even stand talking to a girl."

"Why?" your eyes are wide with interest as you whisper.

He shrugs, "No idea, but he hit a girl once when she wouldn't stop clinging onto him. Not like drop-kick her," he laughs, "he just shoved her on the ground. Be careful with him, okay? He can be very aggres-"

"You guys forming a nerd club now?"

You gasp when you hear Jungkook's voice. When you look up at him, he's almost glaring as his eyes flicker from you to Jimin. You're gleeful at his approach, because he never comes to you unless it's about a new assignment. It flutters your heart to see him without any papers in his hand.

You don't take his subtle insult to heart as you immediately respond, "No, we were just talking. H-Hi."

"Pull down your skirt, you look like a whore. I can see your panties all the way from the gates," he seethes in distaste. You instantly sit up with a blush and tug your skirt down to your knees. He looks back at Jimin who's glaring at him under his lashes, "The fuck's your deal?"

"Nothing," Jimin grits. Although he hates Jungkook's guts, he's too smart to fight a lost cause. He has his own set of muscles, but it isn't enough. It's best to accept defeat now.

"Did you start on the paper?" Jungkook asks you.

"Yes, I-"

"Good," he cuts you off and crouches to peck your lips by pulling the back of your neck. You're stunned when he pulls away and nonchalantly walks off to his friends.

Jimin follows him with his eyes and mutters under his breath, "douche."

Your heart is racing and you clamp a hand over your chest as a lovestruck smile spreads across your face. You know this is your end of the bargain, but it never fails to shrivel you up in delight.

"Are you two dating?" he mumbles as he pulls on the grass with a pout.

"Something like that," you exhale as you caress your lips.

It’s become routine to link up with Jimin where he reminisces his high school memories and you don’t doubt a single word he says unless it sheds a bad light on Jungkook. You’ve learned so much about him in the past few days, and you’re eager to know more. He likes energy drinks to this day, he was athletic in school and often got into fights. He began interacting with girls when he entered college, as Jimin says, “only for a quick fuck.”

Though it hurts Jimin that you only talk to him for information on Jungkook, he can’t bring himself to care when you hang onto every word he says with a glint in your eyes like you’re doing now.

You're sitting in the bustling cafeteria across from Jimin, sipping on a homemade strawberry lemonade from your thermos, and you don't notice Jungkook glancing at your table every now and then. It is the first time he doesn't feel your heavy gaze on him. Jimin does notice however, because he is facing him every time he receives a threatening ferile look.

"He could become a lawyer with how much he blackmailed the teachers to give him a good grade," Jimin tells you as he glances back and forth between you and Jungkook. "He's quite dangerous, you know. He's manipulative, a liar and has no empathy-"

"He's clever," you counter defensively, "he knows how to get around the system."

He makes a disgruntled noise from the back of his throat with a grimace. "I don't think the judge would listen to that."

You laugh at his comparison of the conversation to a court hearing. Jimin can be funny sometimes, and you have to admit that he's not that bad of a friend either. You've come to enjoy his company without the topic of Jungkook the past few days, but talking about him is always appreciated.

"Are you the judge then?" you cheekily ask.

"I might as well be, since I'm not biased like a certain someone," he teases with a grin.

"A lawyer has to see the bright side of things, but if I was the prosecutor, I wouldn't tell you that your lecture is in five minutes."

His smile falters as his eyes widen; you remember his schedule? He ran late for a lecture yesterday, but he’s in disbelief that you reminded him today. "Th-Thanks," he breathes as he packs up his belongings before giving you a curt, shy nod. His heart pounds when he walks away, and he resists the urge to look back at you.

It's a good idea, because that's when Jungkook settles down on his former seat.

"I'm thinking you might be forgetting who you belong to," he starts as he gets comfortable on the stiff chair. You instantly smile at his appearance.

"No, I'm very well aware of it." Your tone is high-pitched in excitement.

"It wasn't a question."

"Oh..."

“You talk more than you work,” he observes with a quirk of his brow. “One would think another nerd would be a better influence on you.”

“I work at night,” you defend worriedly, “I promise I’m not slacking off. Can I get a kiss please?”

You’re so adorable when you’re needy. He hides a smirk with a bite of his lip; he thrives from your loyalty to him, but he knows Jimin is a threat to it. He wants you to stop talking to that freak, and he justifies it as a concern for his grades. “I’ll kiss you when you’re not procrastinating. Do you think you deserve even a pat on the head?”

“I do! I’m halfway done with the research paper, please Jungkook,” you beg pathetically, “I-I’ll show it to you, I have it with me right now.” You start unzipping the case of your laptop until he holds up a hand for you to stop.

“You’re going to read it to me, but not here.”

When he stands up, so do you in a haste. He leaves the cafeteria with you hot on his tail, almost jogging when his strides are much bigger compared to yours. You resemble a clueless lamb following a lion, desperate to hold his claws with your hooves. You don’t know where he’s leading you as you walk down the halls until you stop in front of a door. You’re about to freak out when he swings open the door, but you realize the lecture room is empty.

“You want me to read here?” you inquire meekly. It’s a little intimidating to do it in complete silence, because you have a tendency to stutter when reading out loud and you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jungkook where no one can talk over you.

“Yup.” He snatches your laptop case from your hand with the handle, and roughly opens it before placing the device on the front row wooden desk. It’s a large hall, and the desks stretch out to the half of the room. You’re feeling stage fright for no particular reason; it feels like reverse claustrophobia. “Open the document and give me your phone.”

You don’t question him and hand in your phone before going through your files on the laptop. Jungkook is looking through your contacts and grins when he finds himself saved as: the love of my life ♡. Jimin is saved by his name, and he finds his WhatsApp through his information below. Once he opens your empty chat with him, he switches to your camera and pushes your back so you’re bent over the desk. You sharply inhale and ask, “Kook?”

“Don’t get distracted now,” he lightly scolds and starts pulling down your pants. You stopped wearing skirts after the incident a week ago to appease him. You stammer with your back arched, and your ass is on full display for him. It’s humiliating. “Start reading.”

“H-Humans are- Jungkook?” you warily look back at Jungkook when he slides the slit of your panties to the side.

“Are you slacking off?” he condescends.

You bite your lip anxiously and continue reading, “Humans are social animals that n-need social interaction,” Jungkook spits in his hand, “the extent of our social relationships is the most important predictor of h-happiness.” You squeal when you feel wet fingers graze your folds, but you know better than to stop and ask what he’s doing.

“Continue,” he coaxes softly as he brushes his fingertips over your pussy lips.

“Um, o-one of the main reasons our brains have developed the way they have is so that we can be social,” you speak between shaky breaths. Your cheeks are tinted crimson with embarrassment from his touches; why is he pleasuring you when he specifically told you, you didn’t deserve any? “Being happy a-all of the time is neither possible nor desirable.”

“Is it now?” He slips a finger in your cunt and you involuntarily let out a cry as you push your body forward. You don’t notice him holding up your phone behind you while slowly sliding his finger in and out of you. His saliva is mixing with your arousal as you answer in a gasp, “Yes.”

“Tell me why.”

“B-Because negative feelings are natural. When it comes to negative feelings, the most important thing to remember is to learn,” you pause to exhale with quivering lips, “to control certain potentially harmful thoughts.” You whine his name when another finger is added to your heat. You’re moving your hips back and forth until he slaps your wet folds as a warning. “Sorry,” you peep and continue in a breath, “Happiness all of the time entails epistemic irrationality.”

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open when you just want to indulge in his thrusts, but you’re encouraged to stop reading when he doesn’t comment on your moans. His pace is quickening and you chase his fingers with your hips, cum dripping down his wrist as you mewl.

“You enjoying yourself, whore?”

You nod and whimper, “So much.” You’re clutching the edge of the desk as he fingers you with fervor.

“And you're my girl?”

“Yes, all yours, I love you so much,” you pant, not stopping for a moment to question his words. He has a full view of your sopping wet cunt on the camera, and he lightly blows on you, making you shiver. He’s recording you confess your love for him while getting fingered.

“Only me?” he presses.

“Only you, Jungkook, I love you more than anything,” you slur as you start to feel a knot in your stomach.

“Then pee.”

“Wh-What?”

“Touch your clit and pee.” He removes his fingers from your clenching hole and takes a step back. “Prove your love to me.”

You mourn the loss of his hand while staring wide-eyed at the floor. You’re contemplating his demand as your hand slowly reaches down to your clit. Is he asking you to squirt? Your breathing is shallow as you near your climax, and you still don’t know if you’ll go through with his requirement.

It drips out in tiny drops as you come undone, moaning as clear liquid spills out of you for only a few seconds.

“Good girl, my good little girl,” Jungkook whispers as he intently watches you humiliate yourself in the name of love. You’re twitching and trembling in shame when he stops recording you and sends it to Jimin without a second’s waste. “Are you okay, baby?”

You hum with a pout as you collect yourself by standing up straight, a sway in your posture.

“Give me your panties, you’ve made a mess on the floor,” he chastises as he holds out a hand. You slip and step out of them before giving it to him. In return, he passes your phone before feigning a gasp, “Shit, I think I sent Jimin a video of you when I was trying to forward it to my phone.”

Your mouth falls open as heat consumes your entire being. “H-Huh?” Tears brim in your eyes almost instantly; your heart is pounding from anxiety.

“How will you ever look at him now,” he empathizes with a fake frown. “He must think of you as such a slut now.”

“Let me delete it,” you panic as you open your phone. “Wh-Where is it?”

He motions you to give him the phone and opens WhatsApp after. “He’s already seen it.” There are two blue ticks under the message.

“No, no, no,” you pull your hair in agony with a whimper. You quickly put your pants back on and cry as you do so.

“I guess that’s the end of your friendship,” he raises his eyebrows to himself without a hint of sympathy.

“What do I do?!” you wail and fling your hands in stress.

“Avoid him. I’ll make sure he won’t leak it.”

He steps forward to lean in your face intimidatingly. “And don’t talk to him ever again.”

You don’t exactly have a choice now, do you?

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 13 - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

My dear friend @abimess, I keep stealing your gifs and making updates without telling you. I hope you never get tired of it.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: Magical torture with minors, cursing, angst, ptsd, derogatory thoughts and behavior, dark magic.

Chapter Words: 8.486 K

A/N> Yes, I've gone for a month without warning anyone, and yes that might go on, but at least i'm near ending this (I'm already writing chapter 21). Once I'm finished, I'll just programe tumblr to upload them all for me because i'm lazy. I hope anyone like this yet, i don't even know what i'm doing anymore. Good reading!

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Chapter 13 - Part XIII - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

Gossip really starts to irritate you when you go to lunch after potions.

"You want to say something to me, girl?" You charge impatiently when you hear the giggles behind you again, coming from a group of students sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

The group turns around with wry smiles on their faces, and you notice the editions of the Daily Prophet in the hand of one of the boys. It is Hope Summers, your classmate, who speaks first:

"We're just sharing some theories, Stark." She says in a provocative tone. "Some of us find it an interesting coincidence that just now that Mephisto is back, you and Maximoff are losing control of magic."

You frown.

"What are you talking about?" you ask in surprise, referring to Wanda, but Hope thinks you want her to keep mocking you.

"It's just suspicious that no one knows what happened to you in that dungeon, or at the ministry of magic." Hope counters. "And now you two are blowing things up, and we have a dark wizard on the loose."

"Fuck you, Summmers." You curse as you stand up, leaving the girl in shock at your aggressiveness.

The same auror from the first day stands in front of you as you try to approach Slytherin's table.

"Students must respect..."

But you interrupted his speech with a loud shove that sent him staggering backwards, and drew the immediate attention of several people.

You were seeing red by now, the man's wry smile only making you more irritated.

He drew his wand, but so did you. And the room held its breath.

"Put your wand away, Miss Stark." Warned the auror angrily, but you didn't.

Wanda stood up as she noticed the confusion, rushing to reach you, but the auror put his arm in her way.

"Now, miss." He warned again, and you grunted in irritation.

"Get your hands off her." You retorted, feeling your body fever with hatred.

"Stark." The man said, his arm reaching down to push Wanda back, and you exploded.

You didn't even finish thinking about the spell, the magic exploding out of your wand.

The auror masterfully blocked it, and you dropped your wand to jump on top of him.

It was a confusion of shoving, other bigger students pulling you away from the man and he away from you.

" Never fucking touch her again!" You warned snorting in anger, Thor Odinson stopping you from jumping on the man's neck.

"I just pushed her away from the line of fire, you crazy bitch!" The auror retorted indignantly and angrily. "Go to the headmaster's office now!"

"Fuck you!"

Thor pulled you out of the hall as the crowd of students whistled in celebration, excited about the whole fight. The auror was too busy dissipating everyone to follow you.

"Hey, hothead, calm down." The blonde warned as he released the grip of you by the courtyard. You grunted angrily, wishing you could break something.

"Fuck this school, fuck that asshole." You complained aloud, as Thor looked at you curiously.

"You have quite a rage, Stark." He comments, and you grumble in irritation.

But Wanda catches up with you the next moment, and she looks even angrier than you.

"What the hell was that?" she asks and you roll your eyes, running your hands through your hair.

"I think you are going to be fine for now on." Thor comments, smiling at the thank you Wanda says to him before leaving you two alone.

"So?" Wanda insists, arms crossed. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at her.

"What do you want me to say?" You retort angrily.

"You just started a fight for no reason! Again!" She accuses. "Only this time it was with a wizard who could kill you. I want to know what's going on!"

"I don't know, Wanda!" You exclaim angrily. "Why does everyone expect me to have answers? I don't know! Do you understand that? It feels like I'm going to explode in frustration any second, neither you or Gamora seem to get it. I don't understand what's happening to me!"

"Because you won't talk to us!" She shouts back, just as annoyed as you are. "You're pushing everyone away! Even me! We can't help you if you don't talk to us!"

You grunt impatiently, turning around. There was a strange throbbing in the back of your head, a strange whisper. Like a voice telling you that no one was telling you the truth, that your friends expected too much of you, that Wanda didn't care...

This last thought made you sob. Wanda softened her expression immediately, taking a step toward you and touching your shoulder, but you pulled away from her touch as if burned, wiping your tears away quickly.

"Leave me alone, Wanda." You mutter between teeth. She hesitates, raising her hand toward you again.

"Please."

"I need some time from you." You insist, pushing her hand away, and walking away.

A part of your brain is begging you to go back and make things right, but there is a cloud of anger and irritation that keeps you walking.

//-//-//-//-//

You roll over in bed in discomfort.

Nightmares. Again.

It has only been five days since you had your fight with Wanda, and you are getting worse every day.

With Summers' teasing, you end up noticing other things too.

How the school really found the theory that you and Wanda were somehow related to Mephisto, because the minister had covered up what happened in the dungeons and in the ministry, and everybody thought it was strange that two students were showing an increase in magical potential with the return of a dark wizard.

Unlike you, who were failing considerably in any simple execution of spells, Wanda was demonstrating exceptional abilities. Kaecilius was more than willing to make her the face of progress at Hogwarts, you heard the gossip about bringing in reporters to share the news of the new direction.

You know that the only reason Wanda hasn't come after you yet was because you're running away from her like the plague.

And you couldn't even explain why.

You were also blocking out your real health condition from her. Just like you two practiced during the summer.

Besides hiding this from Wanda, you have kept your friends away too, isolating yourself from everyone else in search of a little rest, only succeeding in taking a nap when you are running away between classes.

And the detentions with Kaecilius keep increasing as you skip classes.

You begin to consider learning to write with a different hand, just so the bruise has time to heal, but at this point you don't even care about the scar anymore.

"You really must like pain." Loki teases wryly as you sit in an empty room, waiting for the aurors' shift change again after your detention.

You don't ask him what he's doing on that floor again, and he doesn't ask why you haven't spoken to your friends in two weeks.

"Sure, that must be it." You joke back, massaging your injured hand.

He assumes a pensive expression for a second.

"Are you sure you haven't been cursed by someone?" He asks, causing you to frown in shock and confusion.

"Excuse me?"

He gives a little chuckle, settling himself better against the wall.

"Everyone's been talking about you being sick." He says. "I heard some of the Ravenclaw people theorize that you became a werewolf over the summer."

You laugh helplessly, massaging your temples lightly.

"I guarantee that's not it." You say making Loki smile.

"If you are sick for no reason, it could be a curse." He says. "I wouldn't be surprised, the way things are."

"But how do I find out if I've been cursed?"

Loki takes a thoughtful stance.

"I don't know." He says. "But I'm sure you can learn that in the no longer reserved session of the library."

You laugh at the joke, but soon you both return to silence. When that hallway's shift ends, Loki sighs, getting up and helping you to stand.

"Still can't perform spells?" He asks, already drawing his wand.

"Only if I want to blow things up." You scoff making him laugh.

"Fine, I'll enchant you." He says. When you are transparent, he looks at you with an amused expression. "See you next Saturday, troublemaker?

"Don't worry, I plan on skipping DADA, maybe I'll be here tomorrow." You retort in the same tone before turning to leave.

//-////-//-//-//-//

It takes three more days for Wanda to finally corner you.

You are skipping class in an empty room on the seventh floor, trying to doze off, and almost fall out of your chair with fright when the door opens and Wanda comes in, looking annoyed.

You grunt impatiently, without lifting your face from the desk.

"I told you I needed time." You complain, but tense up when you notice the tears in her eyes as she moves closer to sit at the table next to yours.

" You want to break up with me?" She asks in a whisper and you raise your head immediately, feeling your chest tighten.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda gives a humorless laugh at your expression. "Why are you acting like this is an absurd idea? You've disappeared. You've been avoiding me, not even talking to me anymore."

You shake your head quickly, feeling the urge to cry.

"I don't want to break up with you." You say. "I..I would never want to be away from you."

"You just said you need time away from me." Wanda retorts with annoyance, and you feel your stomach clench as she sighs. "I don't know what's going on with us. And I miss you, but you won't let me near you."

You are exhausted. So you cry.

You rest your head on your arms, and let your sobs fill the silence, hoping that the tears will take this bad feeling away.

It's Wanda's gentle touch on your back that helps.

"Babe, tell me what's wrong." She whispers to you, her tone concerned.

It takes many minutes for you to calm down. But when you do, Wanda holds your hand, kneeling on the floor beside the chair you are in.

"I can't do magic." You breathlessly tell her from crying, "And I can't sleep. I've been sick for weeks, and I'm angry all the time. Healer Cho doesn't know what's wrong with me, but everyone at school seems to have a theory about it. I think I'm going to suffocate, Wanda. I'm messing everything up. Between us, between my family, and at school." You sob as you finish and Wanda shakes her head, her hand coming up to your cheek.

"Don't say that." She urges. "You didn't ruin anything. Hey, look at me. I love you. Your sisters love you, your friends love you. We'll figure out what's going on."

Wanda hugs you tight, and you sob, shaking.

You want to believe her words, so you push the intrusive thoughts away, and believe it.

//-//-//-//

Wanda takes you to a door in that same floor you two were before, but you have never seen that door until that moment.

And you are very surprised to realize that it is a bedroom.

"How...?" You ask confused as she closes the it.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." She says with a smile, pulling you by the hand around. "We hold our Avengers meetings here." She counters and you frown.

"In a bedroom? Interesting choice." You comment and she giggles.

"No, my love." She says. "That's how this room works. It is charmed to meet your needs. That's why I asked you to come in first."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." You say looking around. Wanda smiles at you, and then you both reach the bed. "The room thinks I have to sleep?"

"I do too." Wanda retorts, pushing your shoulders gently for you to sit on the bed. "Go on, nice dreams."

You hesitate. "You gonna leave me here alone?"

Wanda denies with her head, pointing to the chair that probably just magically appeared next to the bed. You frown.

"Can't you sleep in the bed with me?"

She giggles. "We don't have much time for you to sleep. If I lie down, you'll want to kiss me. So I'll be sitting in that armchair, studying as I should." She explains seriously, and you pout.

"Stupid rules." You grumble moving your hands up to her waist. "Lie down with me."

"Babe..."

"Please."

Wanda sighs, then nods. You smile, quickly removing your shoes as she does the same. You quickly adjust yourself on the bed, opening your arms for her to lie on top of you, and she gives a little giggle before doing so.

"Are you cozy, sweetheart?" You murmur against her hair, and Wanda squeezes her arms around you.

"Yeah, your boobs are good pillows." She teases, making you laugh with reddened cheeks.

Your eyes begin to heavy quickly, fatigue catching up with your body relaxed by the comfort of the moment.

"Go to sleep, babe." Wanda whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You smile with your eyes closed, surrendering.

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

The problem is that as soon as you start to wake up again, you are feeling sick.

You touch the emptiness in the bed, mumbling softly. When you open your eyes you find Wanda sitting in the armchair, the darkhold in her lap.

"Damn it, Wanda, this book again." You complain in a hoarse voice, but she just sighs.

"Why the attitude?"

"I hate that book." You grumble sitting up in bed, massaging your face lightly. "Why do you keep reading it anyway?"

"It's interesting." She says, closing the item to look at you. "Agatha really told me a lot, but there are also things I didn't know."

"For example?"

Wanda bites her lips, appraising you.

"Scarlet witches are forged, for instance." She says and you frown in confusion. Wanda sighs. "Many powerful witches, born scarlet witches, never got to fulfill their destiny because the forging didn't happen."

You straighten your clothes uncomfortably, pensively.

"What exactly does that mean?"

"What the headmistress did last year was my forging." She clarifies and you swallow dryly, feeling your stomach turn. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you ask confused.

"Everything." She says upset. "I know we've talked about this, but it seems like all I do is cause you problems. With the bond, and with the forge. If Agatha didn't want my powers, she wouldn't have taken you to the dungeon and you wouldn't have suffered."

You poke at the knot of your tie, feeling yourself suffocate slightly. Wanda is speaking, you blink to focus on her words.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" You ask out of breath, sweating. You blink to find Wanda's concerned gaze on you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asks worriedly, her hands around your face.

You feel your head spin, and everything goes dark before you can answer.

//-//-//-//

You smell the scent of grass when you wake up.

Then you blink in confusion, getting used to your surroundings to realize that you are in what looks like a ward bed.

"Hey, all right, take it easy getting up, Miss Stark." Asked Professor Strange with one hand on her shoulder. In the other he held a potion that you imagined he had given you.

"W-what happened?" you mumbled confusedly, sitting up in bed. Only now did you notice Professor Munroe and Wanda standing in front of the bed, both with worried expressions.

"You passed out, but you're better now I imagine." Stephen explained gently, but you were still feeling very weak.

"Professor, she simply blacked out." Wanda commented in a tearful voice. " Don't you have any idea what's wrong?"

Stephen sighed, and then pointed at the chair, the darkhold.

"Where did you get that book?" He asked, and Wanda frowned, taking a step toward the chair in a defensive posture.

"What does that have to do with my question?" she retorted dryly, and Stephen looked at you one last time before standing up.

"There's a reason it's called the Book of the Damned, Miss Maximoff." He says."It damns its readers."

"That's ridiculous." Wanda retorted, crossing her arms. "I've been reading it for weeks and nothing has happened."

"Not with you."

Wanda hesitates, widening her eyes. And then she takes a step back, swallowing her cry as she reaches out to grab the book and hand it to Stephen.

She turns her gaze back to you, and lets the tears fall.

"I am truly sorry." She says with a mixture of guilt and shame before turning to leave the room.

You call out to her about three times, but she leaves and you don't have the strength to go after her.

"Damn, couldn't I have said that in a different way?" You complain angrily to Stephen, who just sighs, exchanging a look with Professor Munroe. "How come you two are here anyway?"

"It was Wanda." Professor Ororo replies. "She asked the room for someone trustworthy to help her with you. Then there was a door opening in the potions room. Stephen was there with me, and we both came."

"Great." You mutter annoyed, thinking about how you are going to talk to Wanda and convince her that you were not angry with her. "Would either of you happen to know how to make me better now?"

"Sure." Stephen comments by raising the book in the air, and with a wave of his hand, the item dissolves into several pieces until it is gone. "I didn't destroy it, if that's what you're thinking. I just put it away, to prevent something like that from happening again."

"Congratulations." You grumble wryly as you straighten up in bed, the same migraine from before is now weaker, but it's still there.

"You know, you had a better attitude when you didn't have a magical doom on your spirit." Stephen complains, causing you to frown, but Professor Ororo gives a chuckle.

"Thanks professor." You comment wryly, making him laugh. He sits back down beside your bed, and pulls out of the cover a small notebook.

"Now that Miss Maximoff has stopped reading the book, I suppose you will get better." Stephen says, making you sigh.

"You suppose? That's encouraging." You say moving to stand up.

"Where are you going, Miss Stark? You need to rest." Warn the professor, but you ignore him, and ignore the weakness in your body as well.

"What I need, Strange, is for people to stop lying to me."

"No one is lying, Miss Stark." Professor Ororo states next. "We really don't know the extent of the magic the darkhold carries."

"And why is that I imagine?" You sneer. "Because someone omitted the truth from you, and it's been passed down for generations, isn't it? Well, that's over now. Because we've finally studied everything in this place, including a book that condemns anyone who reads it." You exclaim impatiently, stooping down to put on your shoes. "If you two will excuse me, I'll figure out how to get better on my own. But first I'm going to explain to my girlfriend that none of this is her fault."

Ororo and Stephen are silent, but you wouldn't have been paying attention to anything they said anyway.

Soon you are up and out of the requirement room looking for Wanda.

//-//-//-//

She seems to have disappeared from the castle, so you must concentrate to use your instincts.

The hardest part is dodging the aurors, but you finally reach the astronomy tower.

You're a little out of breath from the run, but it's the image of Wanda standing on the edge, the sunlight in her hair that leaves you breathless.

"Hi." You say in a low tone, your hands in your pockets as you approach. She startles slightly, wiping away tears as she keeps her gaze forward.

"What do you want here?" she asks in a husky voice. You sigh.

"That you stop hating yourself and listen to me." You say and she lets out a short laugh.

"And what do you think you can say?" She questions turning her body toward you. "All I do is hurt you."

You shake your head, but Wanda lets out a tearful laugh.

"No you don't understand." She says. "Since I met you, you have only brought me good things. Affection, happiness, hope. You've been that kind warm feeling that I need on my worst days. Hell, you're even the memory for me to cast a patronus." She confesses with emotion, her face wet with tears. "But me? All I bring you is pain and suffering. And now I even bring sickness. This is wrong, I hurt you. You need to see this, and understand that we can no longer happen."

"Don't say that." You ask, reaching up to touch her face, wipe away her tears. "That's not true, Wanda. I love you, you make me..."

"Stop it." She interrupts with a sob. "Don't make it any harder than it already is."

"Please, Wanda, listen to me." You plead, resting your forehead on hers, your hands on her cheeks. "You make me happy, you are the only thing that makes me happy, I love you, please..."

Wanda kisses you hard, and you respond with the same intensity, both of you gasping into each other's mouths.

But then she is pulling away, thrusting you farther apart.

"I'm sorry." She cries, taking a step back. "We're over."

And she's running away again, and this time you don't go after her.

//-//-//-//-//

Without Darkhold's being consumed, you really start to improve in terms of physical health.

The only problem is the emotional ditch you find yourself in.

Gamora, Nebula and Mantis find you, again in the Room of Requirement, skipping class.

"My god this is worse than last time." Gamora remarks as she looks around at the mess of junk food and pillows. The room had been transformed into a "comfortable place", which basically had the appearance of a living room, with several soft armchairs, and lots of unhealthy food. "Why did you guys break up this time?"

"Please don't talk to me." You grumbled, your voice coming out muffled because you were lying on two soft puffs, your face buried in the pillow, your hand inside a bag of muggles snacks.

"I bet you five bucks they'll be back together before the end of the month." Nebula commented and you sniffled against your pillow, hearing a noise that sounded like Gamora hitting her sister.

"We talked to Wanda." Mantis said. "And with Professor Stephen, too. We're sorry about everything, but have you decided you're not going to study anymore?"

"I don't care about school." You grumble against the pillow. "Leave me alone, I want to cry."

Nebula gives a short laugh, and Gamora elbows her.

"Stop hitting me, you crazy." Nebula complains loudly, moving away from her sister to approach you, taking the bag of snacks you have, and making you complain softly. "And you stop being such a drama queen. Aren't you two like soul mates or some shit? It's just a fight, you'll work it out. You're acting like you've never broken up before."

"Your sensitivity is admirable." Gamora scoffs, pushing her sister away to sit next to you, stroking your back until you look up at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You feel the urge to cry arise again. "Wanda thinks she is bad for me." You say. "And she doesn't want to be with me anymore, and I want to die."

You start crying again, stuffing your face into the pillow as Gamora strokes your hair.

"How did this happen anyway?" Nebula asks, confused, chewing on salty snacks."You barely slept at home over the summer to be with her, and now you guys are breaking up. It's hard to keep up with this relationship."

"Merlin, Nebula shut up." Gamora asks impatiently, and her sister raises her hands in surrender with an ironic expression. You want to scream against your pillow, but all you do is try to control your crying.

"You can't keep disappearing, sweetheart." Gamora says as she runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Kaecilius has already noticed. He's trying to figure out where you're going, and eventually he'll figure it out since you can't stay here forever."

"Maybe I can." You mumble making Gamora laugh softly.

"Come on, I'm sure you miss a decent meal." She says. "Why don't you join us for lunch?"

"I can't sit at your table."

"Who said anything about a table?"

This is how you end up on the edge of the great lake, at a picnic.

Mantis gets several dishes from the house elves, and since lunch is a free social hour, nobody seems to mind that you are eating outside.

Your sisters are not the only students who, over time, have learned ways around school rules.

You grumble slightly as you feel the sun on your face, but lie back on the grass, closing your eyes.

Your mind wanders back to last summer immediately, the memories of Wanda, and you feel horrible. You just want her back. And then you swallow the urge to cry again to accept the juice Mantis offers you.

"We wanted to tell you that we've found a way to help you, too." Gamora says after a moment, causing you to raise your eyebrow. "About the darkhold, and the eternal damnation thing."

"Light topic." You sneer, throwing your arm over your face. The day is hot. "I appreciate the help, of course."

Gamora giggles. "Merlin, I had forgotten how grumpy you get when you're upset."

"I'm not upset, Gamora." You retort angrily. "I'm frustrated."

"Sexually." Nebula sneers, making you grunt in anger, but Mantis holds back a laugh.

"What's your problem with my feelings lately?" You accuse the girl with irritation.

"Not everything is about you, you know." She retorts and you sit up quickly, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Nebula laughs, rolling her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on." She says. "We're all stressed and scared. And the three of us have been in the same classes as you, having to watch the same things. But you only have time for Wanda. And now you've broken up, again, because there's some mortal danger, again, that she's caused for you. So, I don't know, but maybe she is right to break up. Ever since you guys started dating everything has been about her, and the trouble she causes!"

"Fuck you, Nebula!" You exclaim angrily, advancing against the girl in front of you. Gamora and Mantis quickly separate you.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Gamora shoves you. "Were you really going to hit her?"

"Fuck this." You curse angrily, taking a step away. "I didn't ask any of you to come after me. I don't need you. I just need Wanda. Fucking leave me alone."

You turn back to the castle, cursing the wild on your way.

//-//-//-//

Loki is the only friend you have now.

You wouldn't call him a friend exactly.

Kaecilius has put you in detention for three days a week, including Saturday, but mostly you just clean the castle. But when he takes you to the seventh floor, and makes you scrape sentences against your own skin, you don't worry about being alone anymore, because Loki is always on that floor.

It takes a week for you to tell him about the requirement room.

" You could have mentioned it earlier, we would have stuck around here." He comments without sounding upset.

Soon it doesn't take long for you two to start seeing each other even when you're not in detention.

You are not surprised that Loki also skips classes, he has always been quite mischievous, but the reason is different from yours.

He knew dark magic. Much more than you or your classmates. And he has no interest in practicing it in class.

"It's stupid." He comments as you are sitting in the armchairs. "Most people will never have the courage or willpower to cast a death curse. It's useless to learn."

"Is that the only reason you don't agree with the teaching at Hogwarts now?" You ask in surprise, setting up the chessboard for yourself as Loki shrugs his shoulders.

"I feel like you're judging me, Hufflepuff." He sneers but you smile, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn."

And you really didn't care.

Wanda was avoiding you in the halls, and you were doing the same with your friends and family.

When Iron delivered the mail to the Slytherin table, including Nebula's birthday presents, you wanted to throw up, but all you did was walk away from the Hufflepuff table toward the requirement room.

Without the darkhold, you didn't feel sick, but the anger didn't go away.

Your magic hadn't stabilized, and you were failing at everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to worry about it.

Erik wrote to you, commenting on the importance of you and Wanda practicing magical balancing together, and you burned the letter while crying on the carpet.

And at this rate, time went by.

It was almost the middle of the school year when things started to take a turn for the worse at Hogwarts, and in the wizarding war as well.

Mephisto is getting stronger, and the order is losing. And Kaecillius must be under some pressure from the ministry, maybe for answers from organizations like the Avengers, which are forbidden, because his detentions get too horrible.

It is Saturday again, and you drag yourself to the room where you are supposed to fulfill your detention, but unlike the other days, Kaecillius locks the door.

You only notice because he seems tense and distracted, and there is no feather or book.

"Professor, what will my punishment be today?" You ask confused, and he is nodding to the center of the room as he stands in front of the desk, a few feet from you.

"Miss Stark, today I want to ask some questions and I expect honesty." He declines as he turns to you.

You hiss softly, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Shoot."

Kaecillius doesn't even mind your lack of formality, looking at you with an impassive face.

"What is Mephisto's location?"

You choke in surprise and disbelief. "Excuse me? Why do you think I know that?"

"The ministry has reason enough to suspect that the Order of the Avengers is nothing more than a cover for the death walkers.Your brother, whom I had suspected of being part of that order of delinquents, is no longer at Hogwarts, but you will have to serve." He speaks and with each word you become more outraged. "Now answer me, where is Mephisto?"

" Did you just fucking call my brother a delinquent?" You mutter incredulously. "I have no idea where Mephisto is, what's your problem?"

But you widen your eyes when the professor draws his wand, and you barely have time to swallow dry before the spell hits you in the chest.

It's the cruciatus curse. You know the second it hits you. The sharp pain fills every cell in your body and you scream, not having the strength to stand or with your eyes open, hugging yourself.

"We must not tell lies, Miss Stark." Kaecillius says as soon as he stops enchanting you, the pain disappears in the same instant, but you continue to tremble.

In complete shock and fear, you sob.

"I will ask you again, where is Mephisto?"

You let the tears flow, and shake your head. "I don't know, professor."

Kaecillius lets out a sigh of disappointment. "Some cases are more difficult than others." He comments somberly, taking a step toward her. "Did you know that the record for enduring the Cruciatus curse before madness is six hours? Incredible, isn't it? It happened during the first war, with a muggleborn. You're a half-blood, maybe you can take longer"

He has a devilish grin as he finishes, and you clench your jaw at the threat.

"I don't know where Mephisto is." You repeat, but the professor points his wand at you again.

"My bet is seven hours."

And then the pain returns.

You don't know how long you stay in that room.

But it is long enough for your consciousness to begin to fade. The pain gets so severe that it gradually fades away. You begin to gasp breathlessly, not even able to scream anymore.

Someone help me. Please, help me. Help me. Wanda.

Between the tears you see the floor of the room, and between a twinge of pain, a red light. And everything is dark again.

//-//-//

“Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Warcraft and Wizard is arrested in flagrant by aurors from the ministry of magic this week, full coverage on page..."

You blink confusedly, your eyes getting used to the clarity, while the headline of the Daily Prophet was the first thing your vision caught.

And then you shifted in bed, realizing that you were in a hospital room , and whoever was reading next to you put the paper down when they heard you, and you could behold the curious look on your brother's face.

"Tony?" you whispered confused, and he smiled as he stood up quickly, the newspaper forgotten on the armchair.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked as his hand reached for the loose strands of hair on your face and put them back. "You scared the hell out of me."

"What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

You thought, and then sighed, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Kaecilius."

Tony bit his lip nervously before speaking.

"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his hand to his own. "I came here as soon as I got the howler from Professor Strange, but honestly, I didn't even need it, because all the newspapers are talking about it."

"What...?" You started in confusion, but Tony hurried to explain.

"Wanda found you, Y/N." He told. "She, well, wasn't exactly happy about the whole thing. I think she lost control. Kaecilius is lucky to be alive if you ask me. She almost destroyed the seventh floor, it was a huge mess. And then the aurors interfered, and soon there were reporters everywhere. I guess now everyone knows she's a scarlet witch."

You widened your eyes, straightening to sit up and grumbling a little in pain. Tony looked at you with concern, asking you to take it easy, but you were already asking about Wanda.

"She's at the ministry of magic." He clarified. "Kaecilius is going on trial for torturing a student, and she will answer for putting everyone in danger."

" What?" you ask incredulously, and Tony sighs.

"Yeah I know it's unfair." He says. "But the minister of magic seems to be looking everywhere for people to blame for his lack of control. The problem is how much of that information will get to Mephisto. The whole ministry seems to be full of walkers."

You ran your hand across your face, frustrated.

"I'm so tired, Tony." You confess in a whisper. "It feels like everything is falling apart around me, and things are only getting worse."

Tony squeezes your hand. "I'm sorry, I really am. This whole situation sucks, and I wanted to help you. I'm trying, sister. I haven't been talking to you as much as I should, but I didn't want you to think you're alone. I'm working on breaking the bond. To free you and Wanda from the prophecy, and the wizarding world from dangers like Mephisto. I'm sorry I haven't been by your side."

You swallow your cry, and nod, trying to smile at Tony. He reaches up to hug you, and you gasp softly, taking a few seconds to relax and let the tears flow.

When you calm down, Tony tells you that he is going to get a Mediwizards to check your situation.

You lie down again, sighing softly. The memories come back with full force, and you choke softly, feeling your body tremble.

It's as if you can feel the curse again, sense the pain on your skin. Opening your eyes and shaking the memories away, you swallow dryly and reach for the glass of water on the nightstand.

You just want Wanda by your side telling you that everything is going to be okay.

//-//-//-//-//

You stay under observation for two days.

Doctor Hank makes a joke about you enjoying St.Mungus more than you should since you keep coming back, but Tony doesn't laugh.

Then you' re going back to Hogwarts by train, because the doctor thinks you shouldn't use magical means of transportation for a few days, and it's weird to take the empty express, but as soon as you arrive at the station, Gamora and Nebula are waiting for you with boxes of candy bought in Hogsmeade, and tight hugs.

You are not surprised by the stares you receive from the other students, but you ignore them as your sisters escort you around the castle to the Hufflepuff communal hall.

"Did you get to talk to Wanda?" Gamora asks as soon as you sit down on your bed, sighing with exhaustion from the train ride. The mention of the other sorceress' name doesn't help.

"Not yet." You say. "And I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's ignoring me."

Nebula exchanges a look with her sister before sitting down on Mantis' bed, who is hugging her knees and looking at you.

"Honestly, I just want to finish this year without any more problems." You confess as you take off your jacket. And there is a moment of silence before you swallow dryly. "I also wanted to apologize to you guys."

Gamora frowns slightly, but says nothing. You take a deep breath.

"I know I was under the influence of an evil book, but that was still no excuse for treating you guys like that." You begin. "Tony told me about how things are in the wizarding world. Everyone is going through something, and it was selfish of me to think that only my problems matter. I'm sorry."

"Really, Y/N, it's okay." Nebula says, surprising you a bit. "We were all stressed, and well, I think an evil book is a pretty fair excuse." She jokes, making you smile. "Maybe things will get a little better now that Strange is the director."

"Oh, that's right" You comment just then remembering the things Tony updated you on while you were at St.Mungus. Like Kaecillius' resignation, and the position being passed on to Professor Stephen. "But honestly, I won't be at peace until I hear from Wanda."

"The trial isn't until Friday. And the way things are going, we won't get any news until it's over." Gamora warned as she sat down on the bed next to you. "I think the Maximoffs are probably too busy to write."

"What do you think will happen to Wanda?" You ask as you tug at the loose strands of the comforter. Mantis sighs lightly.

"I don't have a good feeling about things, Y/N." She confesses and you frown in concern. "And the stars never lie."

"Thank you, Mantis." You mock softly, and Gamora runs her hands through her hair.

"Let's not be pessimistic, okay?" she says. "Maybe the predictions are about, I don't know, the school finals? It doesn't mean something bad is really going to happen."

You grumble unhappily, grabbing a pillow and sinking your face into it. Gamora strokes your back.

"I'm sure things will work out, Y/N." She says. "Wanda will write as soon as she can."

"Do you guys think Kaecilius will be sent to Azkaban?" Nebula asks next, making you raise your head curiously.

"I wouldn't be so sure." You grumble. "I was actually surprised that he was put on trial at all."

"Well, with the whole mess that happened, it was bound to happen." Gamora said. "More than half the school became aware that he used the cruciatus curse on you, and then the daily prophet. And I didn't even know they were in the castle."

"It was because of Wanda really, wasn't it?" Mantis added. "Kaecillius caused his own ruin. He called the journalists to show what he called progress and decided to torture a student while they were in the castle. Then Wanda destroyed the entire floor and the next morning his arrest was all over the pages."

"I'm just really outraged to know that if no one had seen it, he would probably still be at Hogwarts." Gamora says angrily, and you sigh, agreeing as well as the others.

"Well, you must be hungry, shall we go to the great hall? It's almost dinner time." Gamora comments next, pulling you by the hand. You grumble softly, but agree, and soon you are leaving the communal hall to join the rest of the students.

//-//-//-//-//

You are tapping your fingers gently against the desk as you wait for the History of Magic class to begin.

It is Friday, finally.

You have barely slept because of anxiety about news of Wanda's trial.

Things at Hogwarts have changed a lot this week, all because of Strange's administration.

He restored the old classes, banned the teaching of dark magic, the scandal at the Daily Prophet being enough of an argument that the Minister of Magic no longer had a defense over this kind of teaching at Hogwarts. The restricted session of the library was also put back, and the seventh floor was off-limits because of the destruction Wanda caused, and you unfortunately lost access to the Requirement room.

Mantis was writing what looked like a lunar calendar for the divination class while Professor Okoye didn't arrive, and you started whistling distractedly.

And then Thor Odinson was poking you in the back to get your attention, and you turned around in your chair.

"Hi, Stark, what's up?"

"Fine." You grumbled suspiciously. "Can I help you with something?"

Thor looked almost unsure. "I was just wondering if you know of anything going on with Loki."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I mean if you know if he's sick or something." He explains. "We had a fight, and well, he's not talking to me. And I've noticed that you guys have been kind of close lately, and I was curious if you knew anything and..."

"No, Thor, I'm sorry." You interrupt with a sigh. "Maybe you should ask him that."

Thor assumes a sad expression. "I would, but he's ignoring me. I think it might be about our mother."

You make a confused expression, and Thor looks surprised.

"Our mother, she...died earlier this year, Y/N." Thor counters, and you widen your eyes. "Our family is a name of reference against Mephisto. With the war, the walkers came to our home. She was there while we were here, and Dad was at the ministry."

"I'm so sorry, Thor." You whisper to him, still shocked by the information. He shrugged.

"I thought Loki told you."

"We don't talk about things like that, I guess." You say. "Sorry, I wish I knew how to help you."

"No, it's okay." Thor says with a sad smile. "You being his friend this year is more than enough. I don't like seeing him all alone out here."

You nod lightly, settling into your chair as you notice the teacher entering the room.

Mantis exchanges a look of understanding with you, having overheard the conversation even if accidentally, but she says nothing, and soon you are hearing about the witch hunt in the United States, and you try to focus on that rather than curiosity about how Wanda's trial is going or Loki's current emotional state.

//-//-/-//-//-//

As soon as lunchtime begins, you join the Slytherin table, where some of the students have placed a radio on the table, equally with other students from the other houses, to listen to the trial.

You are not surprised that a student's trial is such an interesting topic for everyone, but after the school started talking about Wanda being a scarlet witch, and the theories circulating around the halls, it was to be expected.

So you sit back while biting your fingertips and listening.

"And now directly from the Ministry of Magic, the trial of seventeen-year-old witch Wanda Maximoff, daughter of legendary witch Erik L-"

Your attention is slightly diverted from the narrative when loud laughter catches your ears.

They are Gryffindor and Slytherin students, exchanging coins. You don't need to hear the conversation to know they are gambling about the trial, the mean laughter and glances in the direction of you and your sisters are enough.

And as if she could feel your growing fury, Gamora touches your shoulder gently.

"Just ignore them, Y/N." She urges and you clench your jaw. " Everything is going to be okay with Wanda."

"I hope you're right, Gamora." You grumble, turning your attention back to the radio.

The narration of the newspaper is generic, and you discover that the audience has been closed off to the reporters.

You take a deep breath, concentrating.

No strange feeling, so Wanda is safe.

You wonder if Erik and Pietro are by her side during the whole thing.

It is only at the end of lunchtime that you have the result.

"It's amazing how things unfold in the ministry this afternoon." Counted the reporter with almost excitement. "After a unanimous vote, the witch Wanda Maximoff was found guilty of endangering her fellow students by not registering as a scarlet witch to the ministry of magic, after it was proven that her father, the sorcerer Erik Lehnsherr knew of her condition, as well as the affiliation with the criminal, Agatha Harkness was also mentioned. The ministry finally decided on Wanda Maximoff's expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding"

You felt your stomach plummet.

And everything became a little muffled around you, a soft whistle in your ear. You think Gamora and Nebula were calling for you, but you were getting up, feeling the room getting too small.

Stumbling out, you loosened the knot of your tie, finally stopping in the courtyard as you leaned your body against a pillar.

Wanda had been expelled from Hogwarts, publicly exposed as a Scarlet Witch, and tried as a criminal. You wondered if they would break her wand. Banned wizards led horrible lives.

Your sisters and friends caught up with you quickly, and you let them hug you.

In a few minutes Director Strange is catching up with you as well, and you release Gamora's grip to talk to him.

"Professor, I need to..."

"You cannot leave Hogwarts, Miss Stark." He interrupts with a wave of his hands and you frown in confusion, ready to protest but he is already speaking. "Tony sent a patronus as soon as the results came out, he already figured you'd want to see Miss Maximoff. The ministry is a mess, and Wanda will be staying with her father there for the minister's final decisions. You should stay here, where you are safe."

"That's not fair!" You squawk angrily. "Wanda needs me, I must-"

"She needs you to be safe." He interrupts again seriously, and then lowers his tone slightly as he notices the curious looks of the surrounding students. "Be rational, Miss Stark. Now that the Wizarding community knows the nature of Wanda's powers, how long before Mephisto has enough information and discovers your identity as protector."

You swallow dryly, clenching your fists begrudgingly. Stephen is right. You look away, and he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Wanda will be fine, even without her NEWTS, she is an extraordinary witch." He says. "And the year is coming to an end, soon you will be able to see her again."

"She needs me now." You grumble annoyed, turning away from the professor's touch. He looks at you for a moment and then clears his throat.

"I'll see what I can do, Miss Stark." He says."In the meantime, focus on your studies, and be careful."

You frown at Stephen's words, but he is already turning and leaving before you can ask.

As you turn to your friends, Gamora has a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you sigh, agreeing to hug her again as you mumble no.

"I can feel how upset she is, Gamora." You grumble against your sister's shirt, wishing you could hug Wanda now. Gamora squeezes you against her arms, and you thank her for her intention even if it isn't enough.

The next few days are like a blur for you.

Many letters arrive, as do many editions of the Daily Prophet.

When the picture of the day Wanda's wand was broken comes out on the front page and you see her tired face, you have to run out of the common room to keep from crying in front of your colleagues.

Everyone writes to you, even Carol, everyone but the Maximoffs.

It is frustrating, and honestly, it breaks your heart in many ways.

The news of a Scarlet Witch after a century is almost as bombastic as Mephisto's return, and you're not surprised that many of your colleagues would start to comment on the possibility of Wanda working with him or against him.

It's overwhelming how everyone talks about her, but all you can feel is how much you miss her around the castle, around you.

You couldn't even remember that your magic is stable, and with everything that has happened, you haven't had time to figure out how to fix things.

Stephen tried to help, but he didn't know what was going on. At least the theoretical part of magic you were able to master, and you hoped to get at least an acceptable score in some subjects.

Only almost a week and a half after the trial, Professor Strange interrupts the potions class to talk to you.

Ignoring the curious stares and whispers of your classmates, you ask Professor Munroe to excuse you, and leave the room.

"What is wrong, professor?" You ask curiously as you close the door, watching Stephen with his hands in his pockets.The dungeons feel emptier without the ministry aurors around the castle.

"Saturday, in the Astronomy tower, nine-thirteen at night." He says as he hands you a small gold key, causing you to frown in confusion. "You will have exactly one hour, Miss Stark. Not a second more."

You stare at the object in your hand, and understand. A portal key. To Wanda.

"Thank you, Professor." You say, and Stephen nods before leaving.

You turn back to potions, the object in your pocket. You could barely contain your anxiety.

//-//-//-//-//-//-//

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randoimago · 3 years ago

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Can I have Fjord, Jester, Caleb, Beau, Yasha, and Molly react to a siren reader who can hypnotize people by singing (preferably "Come Little Children" from Hocus Pocus)??

With a Siren Reader

FANDOM: Critical Role

Character(s): Beauregard Lionette, Fjord Stone, Caleb Widogast, Yasha Nydoorin, Jester Lavorre

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: 589

Note(s): I only take 5 characters at a time so sorry Molly!

Didn’t know if I should tag this as “Spooky Season Asks” or not cause it’s D&D, but decided not to because it is D&D and that’s for every season, not just Halloween. I love the idea of Sirens though, they’re really cool.

Beau

I mean, she thinks you're pretty hot. The whole tail thing is kind of weird but she can deal with it.

Okay but hypnotizing people through song, it sounds like the bullshit stories she read when she snuck out of her home.

Definitely warns you not to pull that shit on her. Like she's cool with you, but she has enough mind fuckery going on in her life.

Does want to know why you'd hypnotize people at all? Like is it worth it at all? Why would you care about hypnotizing people anyway?

But Beau is cool with you. Just don't mess with her people or innocents and she won't punch your lights out.

Caleb

Caleb is rather interested when he meets you. Sirens are only in stories that he had been told once upon a time ago.

Would like to ask you questions about if your magic is innate or something else. But he doesn’t ask you those questions because he doesn’t know if he can trust you.

He’s cold and aloof because the stories he had been told about Sirens. Are you actually going to be amicable towards him or are you waiting for him to lower his guard.

Also the hypnotizing aspect brings back very very bad memories for him.

So there’s a huge barrier that you both have to get over if you’re going to be “friends”.

Fjord

He’s a sailor, he knows the horror stories behind Sirens. He also knows that stories aren’t always accurate.

So he’ll try to be more friendly towards you because maybe you can be nice. Maybe you will be helpful and decide to be kind towards him and his group.

Fjord does have an Eldritch Blast prepped just in case.

When you tell him that you only hypnotize by singing, it does make him feel a bit better because then he can be more prepped in case you do turn on him.

Honestly trusts you more easily than a lot of the others which could be his downfall if you decide to turn but for now, it’s kind of nice to have a new friend.

Jester

Oh my gosh, you’re a Siren? That is so cool. She’s read stories of Sirens and her mamma has told her about Sirens and The Traveler has told her and oh my gosh!

The most excited about meeting you and definitely the most friendly.

Lots and lots of questions from her. Like how is life as a Siren. Have you sunk any ships lately? What’s your favorite song?

Would probably try teaching you some classics from Nicodranas so you can expand your music vocabulary.

You two are best friends and she is going to use Sending every day just to talk to you and check up and make sure you’re eating well. Also gives you the names of ships owned by people she doesn’t like so it’s okay to sink those.

Yasha

Also thinks you're hot. Sirens are cool and she loves the stories behind them.

What she doesn't love is the hypnotizing aspect. She's been through a lot of manipulation thanks to hypnotizing.

So she doesn't want to hear about it when she's around you, no offense.

Definitely a lot more weary when she's with you too. Just because she doesn't know the extent to trust you and she's gotten paranoid with magic.

Does find the singing aspect kind of cool but also, should she trust that. She’d like to hear you sing but again, she isn’t too trusting of magic so she’s kind of conflicted.

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frank! what's the thing you've made you're proudest of ? :]

Not a single thing in my entire life! (I have never been proud of anything in my entire life, and I doubt I ever will be.)

Here are the things I hope I will be proud of before I die:

That first, tentative post I made about the nerd taxonomy -- I'm still proud of that for the same reason I'm proud of the post I made when I learned how to use "find and replace" on a computer. I had been wondering why that word always seemed to annoy people when I talked about it -- that is, I was wondering if it made any difference at all for other people when you talk about it, or if they were just reading it for the same reason you were when you wrote it. That post finally gave me a data point that made it clear to me that the answer to both of these questions was yes. That's a good feeling when you're figuring out something new about the world, and it made me feel like I had finally begun to get a sense for what the "geek community" is, and what its norms and culture are.

Probably a slightly more esoteric and abstruse example of the same thing -- I have a sense now, even if it's not very strong yet, of what it's like to have lived my entire life "in the internet," and to live in a culture that has always been and always will be shaped largely by the internet. That's really new and interesting to me, and I don't know how to articulate exactly what it feels like -- what I can say is that there is a certain sort of thing that I only find around people who have spent a significant amount of their life immersed in some particular community which will always be there for you, that you can always go looking for and then find. And the same thing applies to the same way whether you find those people in a group of old people at a party or in a book club or in the comments section of your favorite blog -- they're there for you in a way that really resonates with you and that you feel can't just be explained by simple chance, that must be a real thing about humanity that you are experiencing for the first time.

The idea of creating an image of a robot with a computer. It feels like that is a fundamentally important step in the "fusion" of the human mind and the computer; it is not just the computer talking to itself, it is two distinct elements talking to each other, and it feels like that's very difficult to pull off. I still don't think I've done it in a way that's "good" enough to justify spending a decade on it and a decade of my life on it, but if I ever do manage to pull it off successfully, it would be pretty exciting, in a way that it would be difficult to explain using traditional "objective" or "subjective" criteria.

This is actually something where I've been successful -- I started a side project a long time ago, which I've been steadily working on for the last year or two, and now, after a lot of work, I am almost done with it and could easily finish it in a week if I set aside most of tomorrow. The idea for it came to me about a month ago, and after work I've spent every night for the past week trying to implement it. The idea was to make a program which would generate, on demand, a piece of text that is stylistically similar to the arXiv paper I just read. I never expected to create a program like that! I thought that was the hardest part! After all, the only way to do it was by writing the program myself, so the hardest part would be the programming, not the text that the program produced, which is a simple matter of string manipulation. My expectation was wrong, because it turns out that the text you produce with a program like the one I've been working on for the last couple weeks is very, very difficult to write from scratch. I guess it was my expectations that were wrong here; for me, the program that makes this kind of text is the hard part, not the program itself. In particular, my experience has been much more like this diagram:

My guess is that I would have succeeded in my original project if I had approached it from the "programming" perspective. What I have been doing is "designing" -- "what sort of text should the program produce?" -- and then "engineering" -- "given the right parameters for a program, how does one write it?" -- in a way that I think was more natural to my experience of doing programming in the past than the more conventional "design" and "engineering" steps. Also, the idea for the program I've been working on was generated by another program, so the "design" and "engineering" parts didn't really apply there, which was convenient.

And that's not all. In the past, when I've talked to other people about the kind of project I've been working on, they tend to start with a sort of vague "design" part, where they ask me to describe what they should be doing to write this text, and then to "engineer" the code to do it; they do not seem to have the sort of "design" experience that I have, with a clearer sense of what the final thing should be doing than what it actually needs to do, before we can start designing it.

In my head at least, the distinction I was thinking of there is between design and engineering: you can have a design vision but a shallow engineering concept, or you can have a deep engineering concept but shallow design vision. Engineering the code for something is something I can always do when I think to myself "a program which will produce this text", and it will give me an idea of exactly what the program needs to do. But I have a very limited idea of what the design needs to do, and I would have to struggle hard to get a deep design perspective. And it's not clear if I'll have a design perspective at all. I suspect it might be hard to get. It's hard to explain, in

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nkogneatho · 4 years ago

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"Promise me forever"- Fushiguro Megumi x gn!reader.

Genre: fluff, angst, action | I do not own the character.

Wc: 1.9k | Requested by @unabashednightmarepizza

Warnings: mentions of death, heavy angst, mentions of blood, jujutsu fight style, hyperventilation, mentions of depression and anxiety, bringing human back to life.| A/n: I did it finally. It took me long time. If anything above triggers you, please don't read it. I am still new to fics and stuffs so please be kind and don't send hate.

SUMMARY <-

The only people who ever understood you were your parents so processing the fact that they are no more wasn't really easy for you.

You inherited both infinite void and six eyes technique and some different abilities due to mutation to although they weren't very reliable. But for several reasons, you're mother asked you to keep it hidden. You really wanted to feel normal but the clan started gossiping about you and how helpless you are.

"Why are you showing pity towards me? I am strong. It's just that I can't show you. I promised my mother. Why are you behaving like that?", unfortunately these were the only thought running in your head.

Gojou saw you and couldn't take it anymore. The way the clan verbally abused you made his blood boil. You were his precious cousin and he didn't want you to get hurt so he took you to Tokyo along with him while enrolling in school.

You felt safe in Tokyo. It's like that was the place you belong although you had to keep up with your cousins antics but watching him getting his ass whooped by the principal is fun.

New semester, new first years joined in. Your days before were so busy and traumatic that you didn't even have the time to think about dating.

Gojou took this opportunity to introduce you to the hottest single guy.

"Y/n, this is Fushiguro Megumi. Megumi, this is my cousin Y/n", Megumi bowed and greeted you, you did the same. The white haired bitch ran leaving you two in an awkward state. Well you did propose a conversation and turned out you both had similar interests. Two of you eventually started dating. It was nice to have a boyfriend. The feeling was very different maybe because you never felt it before.

"Ah! What are you doing baby? You should be more careful", he helped you get up when you slipped. A little O's leaving everyone's lips watching Megumi so caring.

He always held your hands from onwards. The little squeeze he does when he feels insecure about losing you when you guys go on a date or twirling you around with the support of your fingers as you sing and dance on empty streets at night. "We'll stay like this forever. Promise me", he sneakily slipped a ring up your finger as you were busy singing. "Yes", you smiled.

You gasped later when you took notice to it and then immediately hugged him. Before you didn't even know what a promise felt like and now you had it with a person you love the most.

Never have you ever felt so content with anything in your life. Guess good things come to an end.

Being close to the group, Sukuna sensed the potential and power in you when you fought the cursed womb. Well yes, the team was there but you panicked and lost control. Your powers were now visible to both Sukuna and Megumi. He was shocked at how his strong attacks still left you unscratched. Your rage got the best of you. Some of it was the frustration of all the taunts you heard.

You were sure that Megumi wouldn't want to see this monstrous version of you. Growing up alone, scared as if you didn't belong to the family, you never got the chance to control or monitor on how actually your power works. Although Gojou did help you grow enough. But the thought of him hurting your friends was enough to make you snap. Being the monster he is, he wouldn't let this chance slide.

"You're a beautiful bud y/n. You just didn't get a chance to bloom. Seems like it's not too late", he tried so hard to lure you in but the only thing on your mind was now to tear him apart. Sukuna did retreat or should I say Yuuji made him. Fushiguro ran up to you two as you were there with Yuuji's heart in your shivering hand, blood raining down on floor.

"You guys are the best buds I ever had", the last words leaving his mouth as he tumbled on the floor. Your hands were shivering. Even though Megumi knew how to handle such situations, you didn't. Losing a friend? You didn't even have a single friend in the first place but now? You were the one who thrusted his heart out.

"Y/n. It's not your fault.", he tried to convince you. "I am a monster. They were right. I shouldn't have come here. I was good, rotting in a corner in that place. I am helpless", breathlessly blaming yourself.

It took you a few days to finally calm down and think about what was actually going on. Not to mention you were badly injured after the fight. Megumi and Nobara were there the whole time taking care of you when you were recovering.

Gojou after some days took you to somewhere, a place you weren't aware of.

Shocked to very own core you ran towards to hug your friend Yuuji who was alive.

"Y-yuuji.....", not sure what to say afterwards.

"It's okay y/n. It was not your fault. Plus the good thing. I AM ALIVE", he was so excited to see you, that was clearly visible. You both stayed up late and watched movies though Gojou gave you major spoilers so he got kicked out of the room. Gojou warned you to not speak about Yuuji being alive, yet.

A few days later when you were with Yuuji and Junpei at his school, Mahito arrived.

Turns out the reason behind Junpei's whole brainwashing was this man. You tried to snatch Junpei but before you could, Mahito manipulated his body and he was converted into a curse.

"I just wanna have a conversation", he said but you both ignored his shit talk and punched him but seems like it had no effect. Your moves focused on finding his weak point or atleast holding him until Yuuji brings Junpei back.

"Sukuna. Do it."

"No.", the entity inside him denied. A shock hit Yuuji. How did you guys did not expect this? They both are curses in the end.

"Why me?", Junpei tried to ask, fingers clinging on the hem of Itadori's shirt.

"Yuuji, switch with me", you ordered him. You were aware of what Mahito was trying to do and you let him do it. How fool of him to think he can enter and have a conversation with Sukuna. Sukuna striked a blow on his arm causing him to collapse on the ground.

You brought Junpei back to life with all the strength you had left, it didn't work perfectly because his body was still wounded. Sukuna witnessed your Potential and was impressed. He switched with Yuuji, tricking him that he wanted to help you and he will do anything for his friends so he agreed.

Sukuna's fingers brushed throughout your face, as if he was analyzing each and every single cell of it while you pant, brain hazy. "How long are you planning on staying on the good side? Hm? Don't worry. I am going to steal you anyways", his hands cupped your face but soon was cut off.

"HANDS OFF THEM", Megumi passed a blow, voice raging, the vein on his neck was visible.

"Ah. This is good. Two of my adored humans. I'd have you both for me".

"Dream on. There's no way you're having them", he spat.

"No. There's no way you're having any of us", you balanced yourself on your palm, eyeing the curse in front of you.

"I won't ma-make the same mistake again", you were still pretty beaten up, although you had to save everyone. Yuuji tried his best to control but he won't faze. The lust for your power grew more and more and made it unstable for Itadori to tame him.

"Megu-mi. Do as I say".

"Are you sure y/n you can fight?", the one trait you always liked about him was that he never ignored your dedication and just supported you instead of saying "You are weak now." Or "You should rest".

You blew a punch making Sukuna fall back so now you had a calculated distance from him. Your lover joined, standing beside you.

"Trick him into thinking that we are losing in combat and bring him closer", he wasn't sure what were you upto but this was your only resort.

He summoned the Shikigamis one after another and delivered continuous attacks on him. Of course it was useless. He won't concede just like that. Afterall he is the king of curses so he decided to play along with you two for a while. In the end, you both are coming to me anyway or so he thought until......

Your image swiftly appeared in front of his eyes at which his pupil dilated, forehead bleeding, jaw clenched. The bloodlust was clear in your eyes but now it had a different look. Almost as if you earned a control on your powers.

"I told you, didn't I? I won't make the same mistake again", you latched your palm on his chest where Yuuji's heart was.

It's okay, if it's just for a bit it's okay, you convinced yourself.

You stopped the heartbeat for a couple of second with your ability to send shocks and control organs of the body, sort of reakted to body manipulation, causing Sukuna to loose control.

"Yuuji. NOW!", he took the chance and switched back. His torso tumbled down as a fear hit you causing you to fall too. Maybe you made the same mistake again. Megumi approached you two apace.

"Itadori! Y/n! Get a hold of yourself".

"I guess I did it again.", you cupped his face. "I count myself lucky that I me-met you. I am so.....s-sorry. I love yo-", your arms slowly lost velocity and thud the ground.

"No. Atleast learn to complete your words before you stop", megumi fisted his hands in nothing but air.

Later Gojou and others arrived, immediately taking you and Yuuji to the Jujutsu medics.

Luckily, Yuuji switched back at the right time. Thanks to you he was alive.

Your eyes gradually opened up and wandered around the room for a bit until they caught Fushiguro's. (You thought you can die leaving Megumi alone? SIKE!)

Mind still hazy, but was able to comprehend what happened before.

"Where's Yuuji?",you suddenly rose from the bed. Your voice was soft and low but will never go unheard by your lover. He wanted to scold you at how selfless you were. All beaten up yourself but still asking for someone else.

"He is fine and perfectly alive. To be honest it's a surprise since Gojou told me he was alive all this time. He is so annoying that even death doesn't want him", he chuckled lightly making you too. The smiled on your face faded when you saw a tear fall down from the edge of his eyes. His hands squeezing yours a little tighter than before.

"Don't ever do that again.", he was trying hard not to burst out the water from his eyes.

"I won't. I promised you forever. Remember? There's no way I am going to leave you alone.", you stroked his cheekbones.

"Yes. Otherwise there won't be no one to annoy me"

"Hey!", you slapped his chest lightly but he gripped your hand.

"Complete your sentence. Now."

"I love you", three words left your mouth after recalling what you left him hanging on. Megumi sighed in relief and the placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too. Forever.", you embraced each other for the rest of the night.

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