#potion that lets you forget cringe

[happilykrispypirate]

Don't touch her

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x hufflepuff!reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, tw! abuse, bullying, and my shitty writing

Summary: Y/n has two older brothers in Ravenclaw. Both are little entitled shits that love treating their sister like shit. When Mattheo finds out when they take it too far... Well, we all know what he'll do.

A/n: @victoriapedroza thank you for requesting! Im sorry if u didn't want me to make the reader a hufflepuff, I just thought it was a good idea. It's not my best, but do let me know what you think of it.

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Y/n smiled happily as she saw Mattheo waiting for her after class.

"Hi love," Mattheo smiled as Y/n came to a stop in front of him, he pecked her lips before taking her hand in his as they walked down the corridors to the Great Hall for lunch, "How was class?"

"Great! I helped Hagrid with the nifflers and one of the babies gave me a gold coin. Have you ever heard of anything like it? A niffler giving instead of taking something shiny. I feel honoured," Y/n smiled brightly.

Mattheo felt a warm feeling bubbling in his chest as he watched her smile brightly.

"That's amazing, baby," He said kissing the side of her head.

"What's also amazing is that I heard a certain someone won the potions competition again," She smirked as she eyed her boyfriend, "Another vial of liquid luck that is going to collect dust?"

"Why would I need liquid luck if I have my lucky charm right here?" Mattheo smiled as he brought their hands up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand.

"You're cute, you know that?" She smiled kissing his cheek, "Oh! I completely forgot I have herbology next. I have to go get my books. I'll see you at lunch. Tell Pansy that she has to finish that story that she told me earlier."

"I will," Mattheo smiled before kissing her, "Now hurry back."

Y/n smiled at him before she hurried towards the hufflepuff common room. When she rounded the corner she bumped straight into someone.

"Watch where you're going!" She looked up and saw Gavin and Phillip, her two older brothers. Phillip was the oldest and Gavin was only a year under him. (Btw, the years might not make sense. However we're here for the story, not math)

"Oh, it's you," Phillip said.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry. I have to get my her-"

"Yeah, we don't care," Gavin said interrupting her.

Y/n stood up and brushed her robes off, "No need to be rude," She mumbled.

"What was that?" Phillip asked harshly.

"Nothing, forget it. I'm going," She said and started to walk off before she was pulled back and pushed up against the wall.

"You've been lucky until now, you little bitch," Phillip spat, "That little boyfriend of yours has always been around. Where's he now, huh?"

"Let me go," Y/n begged, tears threatening to fall.

"Aww is little Y/n going to cry?" Gavin said mockingly.

Phillip then laughed, "I'll give you something to cry about," He said before he threw her on the ground and she landed against one of the pillars. He then proceeded to kick her in the stomach.

She went to grab her wand but Gavin stepped on her wrist. She cried out in pain.

"Don't even think about telling anyone, or you're dead," He spat before the two of them walked away.

Y/n had to move quickly to get to the common room and back to the Great Hall, all the while making sure there was no evidence, just so that Mattheo and the rest don't get suspicious.

"You took a little longer than expected, love," Mattheo said as she plopped down next to him, "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just had to look for it," Y/n said, "Room's a bit of a mess."

"As always," Mattheo said chuckling.

Y/n smiled at her boyfriend and kissed him before pulling away and looking at Pansy who was in front in of her explaining the story she had told earlier. Just behind her, on the other side of the hall sat Gavin and Phillip who were both glaring at her.

She immediately turned away.

-

It was a few days later the bruises on Y/n's hip and wrist got worse and were sore. So, sore that she couldn't move without cringing in pain. Something she had to do internally because she couldn't show it, she didn't want Mattheo or anyone else to find out.

Thank Merlin, it was winter, or they would've gotten suspicious if she wore a long sleeved shirt.

She sat with the rest of the Slytherin gang in the Slytherin common room. She was allowed to be there. She insisted on getting permission instead of sneaking in all the time and risk getting caught and getting detention.

"I'm so ready for the weekend," Enzo said, "I can't wait to get fucked."

"Fucked as in fucked or drunk and high?" Theo asked.

"Both," Enzo said.

"I could do with a drink right now," Pansy said.

"I can help with that," Y/n smirked as she stood up. Mattheo glanced at her confused, and as she stood up her shirt lifted slightly and he could see the big purple bruise.

Y/n then pulled two bottles firewhiskey from her bag.

"Holy fuck," Enzo laughed as he took one of the bottles from her, "Hufflepuff's becoming one of us."

"Shut up, I just thought we needed something to make us feel better," She smiled as she sat back down.

She went to open the bottle but her wrist pained. Mattheo watched as she struggled and saw the bruise.

"Looks like I'm not strong enough, you want to help me babe?" She asked smiling as she held out the bottle to him.

Mattheo took the bottle from her and opened it. Deciding to ask her later and not in front of everyone.

Later then came as Mattheo was walking Y/n back to the hufflepuff common room.

"Love," Mattheo said.

"Yeah?" She replied looking over at him.

"Why are their bruises on your wrist and hip?" He asked.

Y/n's heart began to quicken.

"Uh," She said before laughing nervously, "I was holding a bag that was stacked full of books. I was cleaning my dorm of course and then I bumped into the table. Guess I'm a little fragile."

Mattheo nodded, not believing her. She knew Mattheo didn't believe her, and she was glad he didn't asked anymore questions.

-

Y/n once again forgot her book in her room, and the same thing happened last time. She bumped into her brothers.

This time, she didn't submit to defeat like she has always done. This time, she pulled her wand out.

"Ohh, someone's brave," Gavin said as he pulled his wand out.

Y/n looked around to see if anyone was coming. Why was the hall always empty when she runs into them?

"Just leave me alone," She said as she started to back away.

"How could we? You keep bumping into us. You need to stop running down the halls, forgetting your books," Phillip said.

"We should teach you something about that," Gavin said.

"Like... this!" Phillip then shot a spell at her but she deflected it.

Then Gavin shot a spell and she deflected it.

Soon both started shooting spells trying to disarm her. She couldn't take much because it wasn't long before her wand was thrown to the other side of the corridor.

"Now, you should know not to pull your wand on your older brothers," Phillip said, "Crucio."

Y/n fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Gavin walked up to her and started kicking her. He even threw in a punch. In her face.

"Alright that's enough," Phillip said and all the pain stopped.

Y/n felt like she could breathe again and coughed for air, and there was blood when she coughed.

"Oh that's fucking disgusting," Gavin cringed.

"Come on, let's go before someone comes along," Phillip said before they vanished down the corridor.

That's the last thing she saw before she passed out.

"I wonder what's taking Y/n so long?" Pansy said. Lunch was almost over and Y/n stilled hadn't returned.

"I'm going to go find her," Mattheo said as he stood up.

"See you guys later then," Theo said before Mattheo walked out of the Great Hall.

He rounded the corner and at the end he saw someone lying on the ground.

"Y/n," He realised as he ran over to her. She was beaten up badly. He gently picked her up before running to the Hospital Wing.

-

"Who would do such a thing?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore as they stood in front of the hospital bed that Y/n was laying in. Mattheo sat next to her, he refused to move until she woke up.

"There are many that envy her," Dumbledore said, "But none that would hurt her like this."

"Well obviously someone did, we have to find out who. There is no place for bullying in this school," McGonagall said before they left.

It wasn't long after that, that Y/n opened her eyes.

"Shit," She said as she realised where she was.

Mattheo's eyes shot up, "Hey," He said once he saw she was awake, "I'm here."

Y/n turned her head to him, "Hey," She said.

"Love, who did this to you?" He asked, "Don't lie to me this time. I know when you lie."

Y/n sighed, "Gavin and Phillip," She said, "They've been doing this for years. Gotten worse and worse."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mattheo asked.

"They're my brothers. I'll never escape them," She said.

Mattheo remained silent. He only remained calm for her, but he wasn't going to hold back the next time he sees them.

-

A week later Y/n was healed. Mattheo never left her side.

They were all sitting outside under the big tree in the courtyard. It was a peaceful day.

However that peacefulness didn't last long because Gavin and Phillip arrived.

Mattheo glared at them before he stood up from his where he sat and walked over to them.

"Oh dear," Y/n sighed as she watched Mattheo punch Phillip.

"What the fuck dude?" Gavin said before he himself got punched.

"Don't you ever fucking touch her again," Mattheo said as he kept throwing punches at Gavin. Phillip tried to pull him off but instead got himself landed under Mattheo receiving multiple punches.

"We should probably stop him," Pansy said.

"Nah, this is fun," Y/n said.

"What in Godric's name is going on out here?" McGonagall asked as she rushed outside. Mattheo got up and glared at the two boys whose faces were covered in blood.

"Just making sure these two never hurt touch their sister again," He said.

"They're the ones that hurt her?" McGonagall asked and Mattheo nodded, "I'd like to see you two in my office the second you're out of the hospital wing. You'll also get 3 months of detention. Every day."

McGonagall then turned to Mattheo, "As for you Mr Riddle. Five points will be taken from Slytherin for your act, but 25 points will be rewarded for standing up for your peers," McGonagall gave Y/n a wink before she disappeared with the two bloodied up boys behind her.

Mattheo walked back over and sat down again before pulling Y/n into her arms and kissing the side of her head, "That'll teach them never to touch my girl ever again."

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[octopotto]

Brain Rot: TWST Cast with Saitama! Reader

OCTO NOTE: College has been absolutely brutal. These headcanons were worked on bit by bit these past few months :(

I saw some TWST fics that used pre-exsiting characters to based the MC off of and I wanted to try w/ one of my favourite characters.

WARNINGS: NOT PROOF-READ, OOC Behaviour, this is so cringe but very self-indulgent, mc is the most sane person in this universe, you decide if mc is bald or not, yandere if you squint hard enough.

SPOILERS FOR: TWISTED WONDERLAND

**The reader will ALWAYS be Gender-Neutral! 

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Life at Night Raven College would be much more peaceful if MC had Saitama’s strength lol

Problems would've been solved quicker as well.

At first glance, you don’t seem to be a threat.

To most, you look like a regular, magic-less human on the outside.

And that’s what makes you so dangerous.

Don’t fuck around and overblot unless you have a death wish.

The Overblot crew definitely had one when MC swung their fist at them.

The whole prologue would be shortened.

Fun fact: You accidentally put too much force on the coffin door to get out, thus smashing Grim in the process while he was prying it open :D

Grim, the Ramshackle ghost, and Crowley were the first group to witness your impressive strength.

And by impressive, they mean terrifying.

To Crowley and Grim at least.

The ghost were shocked but very much amused after a couple moments.

God knows how the Ramshackle Dorm was still in one piece after that.

Grim is very happy to have a strong minion to protect him

Just don’t hurt him like you did with the ghost pls. And the door lol

Crowley would be most likely absolutely be afraid and made a mental note to keep track of you. 

Especially since you were almost successful to killing him in his ghost form. He’s making sure that Ramshackle gets fixed quicker.

Crowley: “Great Sevens… How do they have such monstrous strength... This stowaway is just a magicaless human! My…what have I gotten myself into?? *sobs* OH IF I WASN’T SUCH A KIND AND GENEROUS SOUL I WOULD NOT LET THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOUR BE PRESENT ON MY CAMPUS” *more obnoxious sobbing*

You and Grim: 😶😐????

Despite scaring and almost killing the shit out of the Headmaster, you still start off as a janitor lol.

Fast forward to the Mine Incident with Ace, Deuce, and Grim—

You basically massacred that monster.

A monster that probably injured many Mages and Wizards

You destroyed it in one punch.

On that day, Ace reminded himself to never piss you off again. Ever.

He loves cherry pie, but would rather not become the filling itself, thanks.

Deuce probably was gawking at you after the shock.

Not in a bad way

But in a good way y'know?

But he’s too shy to ask for advice for now.

This is basically the start of Deuce idolizing you and your strength.

Brain Rot:

Ace, Deuce and Grim are your self-proclaimed bodyguards.

At least THEY like to think that they are.

Listen, they know that you are MORE THE CAPABLE protecting yourself in fights or in any physical confrontations.

But that’s it.

You’re basically shit at everything else.

From completing your assignments to even showing up to class, it seems like in the trio's eyes that you NEED THEM to take care of you. You all are like family now!

So they all make an effort to help you out when you need it.

No really, if you keep forgetting to submit that one potion essay that Crewel keeps smacking your shiny ass head to complete, you’re going to get left behind.

 They’re more like secretaries than bodyguards lol.

The post-overblot Spelldrive tournament was an absolute nightmare.

Well, at least for everyone but Ace, Deuce, and Grim.

They were GLOATING about how they were in the lead and challenged anyone to try and top them like the smug, over-confident assholes they are.

The only reason why they were in the lead was because of you. Simple as that.

The Savannaclaw gang put up a good fight

For the first 10 minutes in the match.

All Leona could do at that moment was strategize how not to get his and his teammate’s heads chopped off by the disc you kept throwing at them.

You are quite fond of Ruggie

More specifically: you were fond of Ruggie’s haggling skills.

If were had a choice to trade your god-like strength for his haggling skills and techniques, you wouldn’t hesitate one bit.

And y’know it wouldn’t be Ruggie if he didn’t take advantage of this. He would offer you advice and tell you if theres a huge sale going on at a near-by grocery store if you promise to lend him a hand whenever he needed it.

You were so tempted to say no

Not because he was shady and overall untrustworthy

You’re just lazy

This is his way to spend more time with you but he would never admit that out-loud.

If your MC is bald, instead of Floyd squeezing you, he will smack and ‘dribble’ your head as if it was basketball.

Jamil and Ace especially are amused.

God forbid you ever get a bad tan on the top of your scalp

You will NEVER hear to end of it.

Floyd also is your biggest bully.

jk but not really

Yeah he knows that you could probably kill him with a gentle tap

But when did that ever stop him?

He mainly does it because he wants to see your reactions

You’re so plain looking and your nonchalant voice and facial expressions do not help as well.

But remember only Floyd HIMSELF can do those things to you, okay? Only him.

If he ever finds out that some random NPC student was doing the same thing to you, You’re going to be finding that NPC tossed in a corner somewhere with almost all their joints mangled.

You like how generous Kalim is.

You probably helped him fan the fire off his ass in the ceremony

He’s was incredibly thankful and was able to remember what you looked like.

I mean, you literally saved him!

How could he not remember you?

You don't remember him but let’s not go there lol

Because you saved Kalim from being cooked, he always makes sure that you had enough food for the month!

He would practically beg, like BEG Jamil to make extras so you won’t go hungry.

Especially after experiencing what type of living conditions you were dealing with in Book 5.

Poor Jamil, not only is he working overtime for Kalim, but technically serving food for the person who ruined his plans back in Book 4.

Jamil packing food for you by Kalim’s request: 😡😡😡

totally did not try to poison your food on several occasions

Kalim also begs Jamil to let him deliver the food to you.

He can’t help it! He really enjoys seeing you happy when you receive something from him and Jamil.

You never complain about.

Free food = Saving money.

I mean, if you're being gifted something, why be rude and deny it?

Some students say that you were taking advantage of Kalim because of how easily you accept his gifts without anything in return.

And y'know they could be right

But Kalim doesn't mind.

As long as you're happy, he's happy :)

In Vil’s eyes, you are an enigma. 

It’s like he can’t wrap his pretty little head around on how he feels about you.

On one hand, other than your god-like strength, you’re nothing special. When he first saw you he only disregarded you as another potato that’s not worth his precious time and effort on.

But on the other hand, Vil sees you as a blank slate. Something that ASKING for him to put his smooth and perfectly manicured fingers on. Someone that needs his guidance and skills. 

He doesn’t care if you’re bald or have hair, it doesn’t derail him from the fact that despite you sticking out like a sore-thumb, you’re still so…plain looking.

You probably said some off-hand comment about how ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ to Vil and just walked off.

It might not meant anything to you

But it meant a lot to Vil.

When it came to the overblots and eventually Book 5, he felt as though he was in a spiral of questions that he himself must find the answers for.

And what were the questions that caused Vil’s current state of disarray about? You obviously.

He’s going mad

He can’t stand it.

You said that beauty is in the eye of the holder? Fine then.

He knows that he could do something for you. 

Something marvellous, something beautiful.

For you and himself. 

You had a new nickname for Malleus every time you guys end up running into eachother.

Malleus would always look forward to meeting you solely for the nicknames.

I believe that Saitama genuinely does not care enough to remember other people’s names that much

So that will be a trait for MC in this.

Malleus probably thinks this is a way humans show affection to each other.

In reality, you cannot for the life of you remember that weirdo's name.

Malleus: *Appears out of thin air in front of the MC*

Malleus: Greetings, Child of Man *smiles*

MC Thinking: ‘Why does this rando keep coming back? What was his name again?’

Malleus: *Anticipating their response with excitement*

MC: Uhhhh..

MC: Wassup…Horton? :D

Malleus: *Smiles at his new nickname*

It took a while for you to come up with a permanent nickname for him but he doesn't mind

In his eyes, it's your way of showing him how much you wanted to become closer companions.

Jack and Epel are always on your ass about “How to become stronger” and when you actually tell them the routine that you did at the beginning of your journey, they literally fell in disbelief.

They couldn’t believe it.

It was basically a simple workout routine 

Both still believe that you’re hiding the secret of how you got to your level of strength.

Thus, joint workouts became also a thing within the NRC Campus and you are the leader.

Not by choice however.

Jack, Epel, and everyone else involved were really curious as to how you train.

I mean, look at what you can do! And you’re not even a Mage!

The first meeting was terrible due to the fact you almost obliterated the school.

One flick and the gym could’ve been in shambles.

That’s why Jack and Epel made sure to do it somewhere far and secluded.

And even then, you still created a lot of damage with minimal effort.

It’s incredible to those who look up to you.

Throughout the story, you gained some admiration and recognition along the way.

From Heartslaybul to Diasomnia, you unknowingly grab the admiration of those who either want to become stronger or see you as a hero. 

Some might say that they see you as the messiah who was sent to protect the school.

But let’s not go that far.

You wouldn’t notice anyways

In your eyes they're all a bunch of weirdos.

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OCTO NOTE: Hopefully you guys enjoyed these very terrible brain-rot headcanons. I always found Saitama’s character interesting so I wanted to try out something new. 

Again, I’ve been very busy so I can’t promise anything BUT I can say that there will be more Yandere FF7 fics coming soon! ;)

Thank you to everyone who enjoys my low-quality works! Hope you look forward to my new ones ❤️❤️

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[bomber-grl]

Leo Valdez x Child of Hecate ☾

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

Leo was most definitely intimidated by you at first sight 😭

I mean all attractive people are, not to mention how mysterious and cool you seemed

Leo knows a baddie when he sees one

Well anyway, the only way the two of you could have possibly crossed paths was by someone else or you orchestrating the whole thing

Ofc again, it’s my girl Annabeth

She’s been at camp the longest and has a reputation so ofc she’s the one who always introduces reader and love interest

Well, it was only after annabeth needed help from the Hecate cabin and Leo was involved because he was the problem

An invention of his went rogue (luckily not because he built it wrong) but yk

Well once you do annabeth thanks you in her own way and when Leo has the chance to speak he just..can’t?!!

I mean not only do you seem cool but gah damn u look like a goth baddie

Home boy is stunned and can only manage a stupid as joke/ pick up line which even he asks himself, why???

Well while hes internally committing he heard the least expected thing

Which was you of all people laughing

You’re usually quiet and kept to yourself so seeing you like this was like when the clouds move and lets the sun shine in-

Cringe ahh mf , really this generations Shakespeare

Well he’s so shocked then the two of you just stand there like 🕴️🕴️

And if he manages to have his inventions go rogue every other day and needs your help specifically, well let’s just say it’s a coincidence

The two of you inevitably get close and the more he hangs out with you the more he falls in love

On surface level you’re dark, mysterious and most of all, intimidating

But now? You’re so easy going, it’s like the two of you have known each other since fetus days

Eventually you two get together because of an adventure that ended with you two getting closer and more open.

Once Leo is your boyfriend- he’s insufferable

I mean he’s his usual goofy, flirty(?) self and he’s so cringe but you love it all the same

Best believe Leo is head over heels for you and when it comes to your magic and stuff he’s particularly keen

especially when you randomly give him a crystal necklace for whatever reason and suddenly you hear Leo going around camp casually mentioning that his witchy s/o got him something

Which, yk endearing but still a lil embarrassing

Leo is always there to help you when you’re making potions, spells, it doesn’t matter

I mean at times he’s a bit spooked at what you can do but he’s still by your side regardless

Now, when it comes to your family on your Greek side- he’s scared

I’m mean, you’re probably scared too depending on if you’re a guy considering how basically every daughter/ female family of Hecate hates men

(You’re probs exempt cuz ur mom Hecate but still)

Bro is spooked, he does NOT want to be a guinea pig

And speaking of your mom, Leos timbers and shivered at the thought of meeting her and her not liking him

I mean it’s not all that important but depending if you’re especially fond of your mom then he’s shivering and timbering

Anyway, Leo is so lucky to have you by his side especially since sometimes he can forget how strong you are

(Also ik hecate is a minor goddess in the books and her children are shown to be weak but i refuse to acknowledge that as child of Hecate)

If you ever try and read his palm or do his birth chart he’ll probably just nod along and not know what you’re talking about 💀

Gotta love Leo

And if any animals that are sacred to Hecate approach you two he’s scared shitless (looking at you snakes)

Not to mention how crows can literally speak, no thank you

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[dilfslutsstuff]

Dress code || Remus Lupin

Professor!Remus X Student!Fem reader

Notes: All of the characters in this fic are legal age and if you’re uncomfortable reading than please just scroll!! Also, I am half aussie half German so my English is super good but if I mess up something it’s because I don’t know the word for everything and google translate will be used!!

Warnings: Age gap, NSFW, sexual implications, pet names, size kink (reader is small), praise (you get the point)

The end of Christmas break had gone by quick now leading you into 7th year, your final year. Obviously I can’t wait to get this done with but I’ll miss this place, plus I’ll miss girls nights

I’m currently sitting with Ginny and Hermione, the common room is surprisingly empty and everyone’s gone to bed, of course Hermione suggested we get some rest as school starts tomorrow but nevertheless Ginny and I ignored her

“Oh come on y/n your crush can’t be that embarrassing” mione and Ginny pleaded and begged the whole night in the Gryffindor girls common room

“I don’t even like anyone? and it doesn’t matter, can we get back to Hermione liking Ron, aren’t you like baffled that she likes your idiot brother” I rolled my eyes and lie back into the couch

“Old news! Also if you truly don’t like anyone then you’ll let us give you a truth potion and make it go off right after” Ginny looked at Hermione

“I know the spell to make it wear off instantly!” Hermione chimed in grinning, both the girls giggling and starring me down

“I’m not going to let you put a spell on me to find out some stupid crush?!” I widened my eyes at the two girls Infront of me rolling my eyes, they both looked at each other

“So you do have a crush? We solemnly swear to not tell anyone even if it’s someone vile like Draco Malfoy” all three of us cringed at the slytherin boys name and I shook my head

“Look it’s not Draco that’s so fucking weird, he like whines over everything, remember 3rd year when the bitch moaned over buckbeak like barley touching him!” I exclaimed reasoning myself

“Okay so then if it’s not him then tell us” Ginny pleaded, she then muttered “if it’s not him than you can’t really have anyone worse can you”

“Look y/n we’ll buy you every drink you get from hogsmeade AND I’ll give you all the notes I have for every test” Hermione offered as Ginny furrowed her eyebrows

“HEY?? I’m not doing that, I’m literally poor! I’m not wasting my galleons on“ Hermione cut Ginny off

“I never give my notes to anyone, come on please!!” Hermione was speaking the truth and I was wasting all my money of butter beer and did need to past a charms exam miserably.

“Fine.. it’s professor lupin but you can’t say shit” the girls both had their mouths wide open and just scoffed

“Okay now this was worth my money” Ginny grinned

“A professor y/n?? Are you being actually serious right now, like and he’s 40 or something and I know… just… why?” She looked at me

“Cant help it I’m into dilfs” I laughed and they both smacked me.

The rest of the night was a blur filled with teasing and laughter.

The next day came and I went to get dressed in my school uniform as I opened my suit case that I was kind of procrastinating in unpacking.

“Fuck… where is my uniform” I rolled my eyes back in frustration and checked frantically everywhere making a mess of the dorm.

“Why are you so angry??” Ginny asked putting on her tie

“Do you have a spare uniform, I forgot mine on holidays?” Ginny started laughing at me and started tying her hair

“I say you walk in naked and forget the uniform to impress that old man you’re crushing on” she wiggled her eyebrows as I threw a shirt into her face

“Okay okay, I think the nurse has spare uniforms go check with them I’ve forgotten my uniform once” Ginny told you

I put on a coat so no one saw my sleeping gown and I ran to the nurses office and the nurses asked me what was wrong as I explained my situation they told me to be smarter and that I was a 7th year acting like a 1st year, all that nonsense.

“Look, we only have 5th year uniforms so you’re going to have to live the day in that” she said in the not kindest of tones

“Thank you so much miss!” I took the uniform and ran back up to my dorm room and got dressed. That’s when I looked at myself in the mirror

I didn’t exactly have a 15 year old physical condition so.. the skirt was EXTREMELY short, the shirt was tight, hugging my curves

It was like I was going as a slutty school girl for Halloween, I couldn’t have been more scared about the comments I would receive all day

“Damn y/n trying to hook up with mr lupin” mione giggled and I frantically told her my situation and she just asked me to go get a uniform pass from the office.

I did, I walked down to the great hall for breakfast and you wouldn’t believe the stares I got, it was like I was a female prostitute, all the boys were whispering and obviously staring.

Harry’s milk fell out of his mouth as I went and sat with them, Ron just looked baffled and Ginny Fred and George were all just hyping me up

“Y/n, tryna get my attention” Draco smirked behind me, god he made himself so punchable it was so sad to be honest.

“Shut the fuck up malfoy” I gave him the middle finger and he scoffed and looked away

All of us ate breakfast in peace and I tried to roll down my skirt a bit. Ginny gave me a random jumper she had to tie around my butt so that when I walked my panties didn’t flash, thank the lords for her.

I had gotten through the day with only a couple sayings from teachers when I explained my issue they just gave me a warning.

Then it came, the end of the days subject, DADA. Meaning I had Professor lupin, both Ginny and Hermione were in that class.

There was no secret I’d been lupins favourite student, he had always asked me to stay back to talk about books and stuff, he was always nice, praising my work and he would take his time to be much nicer to me than the other students, if I’m being honest that’s the reason I like him, some would say I just attach to people very quickly if they show me an ounce of affection and that’s very much… true

I was first to class, I had a study period so I came to my DADA class to study alone where I expected no one to be, which I think I’m now regretting, lupin was there filing some papers

“Uh ms Y/L/N, a word?” I gulped, the man was scanning my body and his eyes were figured on the jumper around my waist

“That isn’t a school jumper, according to school code I am going to ask you to take it off, sorry sweetie” he looked at me in the eyes

I knew that he probably meant the pet name in a platonic father daughter type way but it made me feel things I don’t think I should be feeling

“Uhm my skirt is a little short” I felt my body shiver and the man looked at me

“It’s okay, I’m not one to judge y/n, I just want to see your pretty body” I slowly took off the jumper ignoring the fact that the man was TOTALLY hitting on me but I’m sure he meant it nicely

“My my y/n, that’s quite short, I think I might have to bring you to Dumbledore and get you punished” he was intensely staring at my thighs

“No sir please, I’ll do anything, Dumbledore and I aren’t exactly on the best of terms right now cause he caught me sneaking about the other night” I really didn’t want a bad reputation

“Y/n, you can’t wear that because it will give people a bad impression” the blonde haired man gestured me to sit on a chair next to him

“Bad impression?” I asked gazing into his eyes gulping

“they’ll think you’re a slut who is rather fond of well.. sex” my eyes widened and I didn’t really know what to reply to that

“Professor, I don’t really have sex.. like I’m a virgin” oh my god, I cannot believe I’ve just said that, to my teacher?? I’m going to just cry and die maybe both at the same time

“Oh are you now ms Y/L/N? You know, professors aren’t idiots, we can tell when you guys have little girl crushes on us” I blushed profusely

“Come with Me” he grabbed my hand and we walked to his office up the stairs and he locked the door

“Look y/n, I know this is wrong but your body is making me go fucking crazy with that skirt you have on” he huffed

“Sir, is this a good idea? I could get expelled” I whispered into his ear

“Do now, think later” he pulled me in for a kiss and I’ve never felt so lightweight, his mouth tasted good, like chocolate almost.

I was straddling him on his office chair as he unbuttoned my shirt.

“Are you okay with this? We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable with it” he stopped me in between kisses

“I’ve dreamt of this sir” I continued and he stopped me

“Remus” he told me to use his first name and he unbuttoned my shirt looking at my laced black bra, thank god I chose to wear a matching set today

He unclasped it making love to my neck and downward, leaving love bites as he went along with it.

His tongue swirled around my nipple, sucking my tit as I moaned. It felt amazing, I don’t know how he was so good at this.

“Remus” I moaned out as he hit my sweet spot. His mouth met with mine again and his hands trailed down to my absolutely soaked panties

“So wet? Why is it” he smirked ripping my panties off and running his fingers through my glistening wet folds.

“You remus, I’m wet for you, please touch me” I begged him

His fingers found my clit, rubbing the small bud making me feel better than any man could. His hands were so big his fingers were too.

He then stuck two fingers inside of me watched as I made faces “come on pretty girl” Remus whispered into my ear.

“I’m going to” my breathes were heavy and I was moaning hard. Suddenly Remus pulled his fingers away from my pussy

“You’ve been a bad girl, strutting around in that tiny skirt for pervs to look at. You don’t deserve to cum, you filthy little slut.” He laughed at me as I whined and whined

“Remus I just need you inside” I started unbuckling his pants, and my hand reached down his boxers and god when I pulled it out… when I tell you this man was BIG, that was an understatement.

“Where do you want me dove” he caressed my face as I whined

“Inside” as i was straddling remus on his chair, he lined his dick up and pushed it inside slowly as we both moaned

“You’re so.. tight” his hands grabbed my ass underneath my skirt and got me into rhythm with him. Once he settled in he started going faster, considering it was my first we took it slower.

Skin slapping and moaning could be heard miles away. “Mmmmmm” I was making so many noises

“Remus oh my-“ I was moving my hips up and down and Remus looked at my tits jiggle as he sat back and enjoyed the view

“You’re so Perfect dove” he took admiration of my body, checking me out. I smiled in return and continued to grind more.

“Remus I’m going to…” he saw as my eyes rolled back at an orgasm, “do it dove”

I cummed all over his dick and he pulled out before he could.

“You’re so Perfect, I think you should come to class earlier more often” he whispered into my ear and I bit my lip

“I definitely think I will” I went and fixed my hair and sat in my chair as other people walked in including Hermione and Ginny who I got partnered up with for a project and we got to work outside in the halls.

“Your face is flushed and your hair has just been brushed. You totally got fucked. Who by.” Hermione noticed the small things and you usually loved it when it wasn’t a complete and total inconvenience for you

“Uhhh” I was about to say something as Remus walked out side to check on how our group was going

“Now is not time for gossip ladies, get to work” he smiled and walked away

“Please don’t tell me I was seeing things when professor lupin was totally flushed and you told us you were going to the DADA classroom for study period…”

“You dirty little whore” both the girls gasped at their finding as you denied it profusely.

I am Never telling those two anything again

The end

I cannot tell you how much I struggled to find the English words for the following

Wriggled

Furrowed 😭

I Hope u guys enjoyed <3 x

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[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary - 25. Youth

Teenage Aesop learns something new about his closest friend.

chapter specific tags: friendship, attempts at humour, coming of age

relationships: aesop sharp & aesop's auror partner

a/n: I'll be honest, this is not my favourite drawing I did for Sharpuary, I'm not really happy with it. However, I've got a very different one made for after Sharpuary, whih I hope will make up for this one 👀😁

25. Youth (1.4k)

tw: none

“Forget it, Bramblethorn!” said the Fifht-year Slytherin impatiently, rounding a corner and continuing on his way towards the Library. “Oh, come on, Sharp!” whined the Gryffindor trailing behind him, struggling to keep pace because of Aesop’s considerably longer legs. Aesop’s latest growth spurt left him having to deal with a tall lanky body, but he got used to it fairly quickly. It was quite funny, really - last Christmas he was a few inches shorter than his own mother, now he towered over her. Nevertheless, he also learned he needed to slow his pace when walking next to his peers, as one of his steps were at least two of their own. Well, he wasn’t slowing down now.

“I told you, I’m not going to play a matchmaker for you and Ashley,” his voice was annoyed, and he cringed internally when it cracked upon saying his best friend’s name. Bloody puberty, he couldn’t wait for it to be over. Well, it could be worse, he supposed - unlike many of his classmates, he did not suffer from nasty acne breakouts; there was a pimple or two every now and then, but that was as bad as it got. “Why are you even asking this of me?” he questioned, suddenly stopping and making the shorter boy nearly collide with his back.

Once Bramblethorn caught his breath, he craned his head to look at the Slytherin: “Well, because you’re her best friend, aren’t you? Who better to ask her than you? Mind, she is kind of friendly with my sister, but once I asked Marianne to introduce me, or at least tell me some things Ash likes, she told me to mind my own business and quit pestering her.” Aesop huffed: “And so will I; Bramblethorn, mind your business and quit pestering me.” The tall boy turned to leave, but a hand on his arm stopped him. He shook it off, but turned back towards his classmate nevertheless.

“Please! If you do this for me, I’ll make sure you don’t regret it! You know Miss Scribner, right?” The black haired lad inquired, prompting Aesop to huff again: “How in Merlin’s name would I not know the junior librarian at Hogwarts? Bloody everyone goes to the Library! Well, perhaps save a few Gryffindors…”

“She’s my aunt!” replied Bramblethorn, not taking the Slytherin’s snarky bait. Aesop made a move with his hand that clearly said ‘So?’. “And you want to become an Auror, right? If you help me, I might be able to get Aunt Agnes to let you into the Restricted section, where you can learn about and study potions and spells that they don’t teach until later or even not at all. You’d have an advantage over everyone else!” 

Sharp actually considered the offer. Of course, it would not be his first time going to the Restricted section. He and Ashley managed to access the alluringly forbidden part of the Library on several occasions with the use of the Disillusionment charm, but having to evade the librarian and his apprentice, as well as the various ghost and the menace that was Peeves the poltergeist, there was never quite enough time to properly peruse the collection of various tomes deemed too dangerous in inexperienced wizard’s or witch's hands.

Having an actual permission to access this knowledge at his own leisure sounded like a very appealing idea. He sighed: “Look. I can’t promise you anything. I can tell her that you’d like to get to know her better, maybe invite her out on a Hogsmeade weekend, but that’s about as much as I can do. Can’t exactly force her to actually go out with you.” Bramblethorn gave him a wide grin: That is all that I ask for, really! Just please talk to her, and I promise I’ll get my aunt to see that you’re truly a future Auror wanting to study in advance, and that you won't use any of the books to become a dark wizard, or something. So - deal?”

They shook hands, and then Aesop was on his way to the Library again, the Gryffindor having left him alone finally. While at the library, the Fifth-year picked up one of the Potion books, casting a curious eye at the junior librarian. Now that he thought about it, there perhaps was a little bit of familial resemblance, but he had to squint his eyes quite a bit. Finally, he just shrugged his shoulders and headed up the spiral staircase to go to his favourite spot to study. It was at the far front, nicely hidden away and private, so he could calmly delve into his books in peace.

However, as he rounded the tall bookcase sheltering his little place from view, he suddenly froze on the spot. Not only was his spot already occupied, but he knew both people occupying it, one more than the other. Well, said persons were currently engaged in a very passionate snogging session, and the lad felt himself go red. “W-what the hell?!” he finally said, his voice once more cracking. He did not care that it did right now, definitely not when, with two loud squeaks, he was suddenly looking at the faces of no other than Ashley Montgomery and Marianne Bramblethorn. 

The girls soon turned as red as he was, and scrambled to get away from each other. All parties were quiet for several seconds, but then Marianne began quickly gathering her things. “A-alright, thank you for the-… the tutoring, Ash, I really feel like I’m beginning to get a grasp on the vanishing spell,” Bramblethorn stuttered, “I, um, I’ll see you around!” And with that, she was gone, running away from the two friends as fast as her feet could take her.

“Uh… so um…” Ashley said eloquently. “What the bloody hell was that about?” Aesop questioned, still looking after the black-haired girl. “Uh, well, you know…” the Hufflepuff started explaining, “she’s… nice. And pretty. And she smells good. And she’s a good kisser… Why, do you have a problem with it?” she sounded defensive all of a sudden. “Of course I bloody don’t,” Aesop replied immediately, finally looking at his oldest friend, “I just… I didn’t know, alright? It’s a bit of a shock to me, that’s all… Although, it does explain a few things.”

Ashley lifted her eyebrows at him curiously, and motioned for him to go on. “Well, firstly why your dad doesn’t have a problem with me staying over at yours during the summer. He knows it, I take it?” Aesop sat down into a chair opposite of the blonde girl. “Yeah,” she confirmed, “we talked about it when he explained, you know, sex and stuff to me. It was very awkward. I told him I thought I actually liked girls, and he said that he kind of knew I would. Dunno how, but I trust him.”

The two friends sat in silence for several minutes, Aesop toying with the book in his hands. Finally, he started chuckling quietly. “Shall you share with the class what’s so funny, Mr Sharp?” Ashley teased in an overly posh voice, imitating their DADA teacher. “Oh, nothing just… Matthew Bramblethorn is going to be completely gobsmacked. You see, he asked me to introduce him to you. And here you are, snogging his sister senseless in the Library. I don’t think he’ll get me the Restricted section pass now…”

Ashley made a mock-offended face: “Aesop Theodore Sharp, how could you! You would sell me for a Restricted section pass?!” Aesop rolled his eyes: “Of course I bloody wouldn’t. I just promised him to talk to you about him, nothing more, nothing less.” “To be honest, I would’ve agreed to that deal too, if it was me,” Ash shrugged her shoulders with a mischievous grin, “but for what it’s worth, you can tell him you did talk to me about it, and I, most gracefully and kindly, declined, as I wish to focus mainly on my studies while I’m staying within these ancient walls.”

“With your tongue down his sister’s throat,” Aesop finished flatly. Ashley closed her eyes and nodded: “With my tongue down his sister's throat.”

They laughed together shortly. “Still, maybe he’ll be grateful enough to get you that pass.. Or we could just sneak in on our own again. We’ll make a plan, ensure Peeves is off terrorising someone else, then maybe pinch a few books to be able to study them in our free time, and then return them back,” Ashley offered then, her eyes mischievous and filled with challenge. Aesop couldn’t help but reply in kind: “That sounds way more fun, to be honest.”

Thank you for reading! ❤ Smutty one tomorrow 😈

[AO3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Mona, Eula, Noelle, Sucrose, and Lumine with an S/O who's sick on their birthday

Jesus something must be going around lately. I'm currently sick (dying of a cold or flu) writing this.

Mona honestly felt bad for S/O. They were bedridden on their birthday, unable to go anywhere.

She decided to make them a present to help forget their illness.

It was going to a necklace of a constellation, their constellation to be specific.

But there was no beating around the bush. It looked whack as hell.

Yet when she brought it to them, she could see their smile amidst their coughing.

(Mona) "D-Don't laugh. There was a lot of effort put in this!"

(S/O) cough "Thank you, Mona. You've made this day a lot better. I'll be sure to wear this once I get better."

Ignoring her forming blush, she tried to play it off.

(Mona) "Good. You better."

But knowing she made their day any better was more than enough for her.

She sometimes cringes seeing that abomination of a necklace around their neck though.

Eula makes sure to make nice soothing cold treat for S/O to help alleviate their sickness.

It can't instantly cure them, but it can at least cheer them up and soothe the coughing.

She doesn't want to get sick herself, so she leaves it in a very neat wrapping with a paper attached to it.

Eula leaves the box on the ground, gently knocking on the door, then makes her leave.

"Happy Birthday S/O. It is unfortunate that you got sick, which means I cannot enact any of the plans I had in store for you today.

But worry not, I will have my way as soon as you recover. Come by my place when you have done so. There will be consequences if you do not."

Noelle is working three times as hard. It's her S/O's birthday, and they're sick! She refuses to let their day be ruined!

She first gets every medicine, present, and dessert they need for the day before she rushes in, taking care of everything they need!

Water? Done. Small portion of cake? Done. Their birthday presents? On the table as soon as they recover!

Noelle doesn't mind and in fact feels honored to help S/O out, but she wishes they could enjoy their birthday without getting sick.

Noelle makes sure to take precautions herself to not catch any sickness herself too, and wishes she could at least give them a hug.

But alas, her duties well suffice for now.

Sucrose feels extremely bad for S/O, getting sick on their own birthday.

But she becomes determined. She knows what to do.

Sucrose has a small potion to help lessen the severity of their illness, so at the very least they won't be coughing throughout the entire day.

She honestly is too engrossed in trying to make them feel better to remember to grab anything for their birthday, which she will profusely apologize for once she realizes.

But she calms down when S/O tells her that being taken care of by her is more than enough.

Lumine refuses to let S/O's sickness ruin their birthday.

So she rushes from place to place, getting the best gift and food that Mora can buy.

She spares no expense and almost kicks down their door.

(Lumine) "S/O! Happy Birthday!"

First she makes sure to make them drink some medicine that the Pharmacy in Liyue gave her.

Then she gives them the presents they got all over Tevyat.

(S/O) "Thank you Lumine, you didn't have to-"

(Lumine) "Oh shush. I wanted to. Now you make sure you rest up, we're gonna be doing something fun as soon as you get better!"

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[idontdohappyendingz]

When the World Caved In {S.B.}

[Part Two: Fools and Their Woes]

A/N: Another part?!? Two days in a row?!?

Warnings: Graphic injuries, depression, angst, mental distress.

Word Count: 1814

[1977]

“You just need to tell him,” laughed Lily from across the table. The library was practically empty except for the two girls working on Slughorn’s brutal potions essay. Anathema shot a glare in the red head’s general direction.

“Easy for you to say, James has been all over you since he first saw you on the train!” Anathema huffed, slouching over her sparsely done essay, “don’t start copying my paper!”

“Oh no, what ever shall I do without your,” Lily glanced down at her friend’s paper, “seven words.”

“Just shoot me,” Anathema groaned as she realized that the only words there were her name and the title.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Lily winked. A loud crash snatched her focus away. Sirius was sitting on the floor, having apparently fallen over, under a massive tome. He noticed Anathema’s lingering gaze and waved as innocently as he could, with his head tilted to the side and everything.

“For fuck’s sake, Sirius. Are you trying to give me an aneurysm?” Anathema scolded. Lily snorted as he painstakingly lifted the book and walked toward the two of them.

“Why darling, I’m offended that you would think such things of me,” Sirius teased. About 0.5 seconds later, the tome slipped out of his hands and slammed down on the table. Anathema nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Sirius. Black. I swear-”

“Sorry dear!” he cringed. Anathema looked away, hoping that he didn’t notice the blush spreading across her face. But it failed to escape Lily’s hawk-like vision.

“Y’know, Ana, Sirius is way better than I am at potions,” Lily said, her intentions poorly hidden.

“Do you need help with the essay for Slughorn?” Sirius piped up with a zealous grin. Anathema playfully kicked Lily’s shin with a straight face.

“Y-Yeah, actually. Lily is no help, to be completely honest,” Anathema stuttered.

“It’s the one on Amortentia, right?”

“Yep.”

“Well, good thing this monster of a book is about…” Sirius scanned the spine, “complex charms…” he bit his lip and slid it toward Lily.

“Ah, yes. Exactly the thing I need for my potions essay,” Anathema joked sarcastically. Sirius barked out a laugh as Lily gathered her supplies.

“I’ll see you two [lovebirds] later,” she winked. Anathema felt her face heat up as Sirius slipped into the seat next to her. When Lily had left, Anathema swallowed a lump in her throat. You could cut the tension with a knife.

“So, uh… what have you written down already?” Sirius asked, shifting awkwardly in his chair. Anathema glanced at her barren parchment before cringing internally.

“Well… do you want the bad news or the worse news?” Ana said meekly.

“Merlin’s beard, Nightshade, are you trying to give me a heart attack as revenge?” he teased. Anathema scrunched her nose at the nickname he had given her. Her animagus was a raven, a form she had apparently inherited from a particular ancestor of hers.

“I’m telling you, Padfoot, ‘Nightshade’ isn’t going to catch on. Not while I’m around,” Anathema said, sticking her tongue out at him.

“How about ‘Inkwing’? Hm, or ‘Darkwing’?” Sirius proposed with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Sirius!” she blurted suddenly.

“Yeah?” he asked, slightly furrowing his brow and letting the smile slip from his face.

“I want to tell you some-”

“PADFOOOOOOOOOOOT!” bellowed James as he ran past the library door closely followed by none other than Peeves the Poltergeist.

“Prongs…” Sirius groaned. He peered back at Anathema, who was trying her hardest to hide the disappointment on her face.

“Go, Sirius,” she reassured him, “I’ll be here when you get back.” He smiled softly and stumbled over a chair.

“Oh! Before I forget or lose the courage,” he mumbled as he came closer. He swiftly lifted Anathema's chin with his left hand and gently pressed his lips to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut automatically.

[1981]

“Oh le Faaaaaaaaay,” Bellatrix’s shrill voice shredded through Anathema’s peace of mind. She peeled her eyes open and saw Rosier unroll a canvas. Whatever it was, its individual pieces clinked against each other. Anathema tried to summon a witty response, but her mind was too clouded and her mouth refused to move.

“Come on, Annie! No clever words to utter today?” Bellatrix said, jabbing at Anathema’s will. Her body was already battered with old cuts and bruises from the many days that had passed, and she just hoped she would pass out sooner this time.

“How embarrassing,” Bellatrix boasted, as if Anathema had already given in, “Rosier, would you be a dear and hand me the size 11?” He rolled his eyes and grabbed the sharpened scalpel. The pointed steel reflected the bright light hovering above the three of them. Bellatrix had relished the idea that if witches and wizards loved muggles so much, then they definitely wouldn’t mind if they used muggle methods to get their captives to talk. That day seemed to be scalpel day. Rosier sat down in the corner and leaned forward eagerly.

“Wait, wait, Rosier. We must always ask her before we begin,” Bellatrix's wild eyes flashed violently, “Who is the Potters’ secret keeper, Annie?” As much as she would hate to admit it, Anathema hesitated. Bellatrix’s smile became impossibly wide.

“Is she finally ready to talk?” Rosier asked, not even trying to hide his amazement. Bellatrix gently laid the blade on the small nightstand next to her.

“Go on, le Fay. Spit it out,” Rosier chuckled darkly. Bellatrix waved him off.

“S-S-S-” she coughed.

“Get her some water, Rosier!” Bellatrix shouted. He ran out of the room and shouted down the hall. Footsteps shuffled behind her until Rosier reappeared with a glass of water. He begrudgingly raised it to her cracked lips once Bellatrix backed up. Anathema gulped down the water, savoring the refreshing feeling in her throat.

“That’s enough,” Bellatrix clicked her tongue. Anathema almost cried when he pulled the glass back.

“Annie. Who is it?”

“S-” Anathema retched. Bellatrix leered over her, desperate to catch every utterance. Anathema’s eyes hardened with fury.

“See you in Hell,” she managed to whisper with a faint smirk. Anathema heard the slap before she felt the fire burning across her skin.

“You good-for-nothing BLOOD TRAITOR!” Bellatrix hollered. The unhinged witch grabbed the scalpel and thrust it into Anathema’s abdomen. Her screams would have made Voldemort weep. Bellatrix cackled maniacally as she twisted the blade and shoved it deeper.

“Bellatrix!” Rosier shouted, “you can’t just kill her!”

“Shut up, Rosier!” Bellatrix countered, her eyes never leaving Anathema’s, “I’ll let her cling to the edge of death and bring her back over and over again until she begs me to kill her.” Anathema barely registered Bellatrix’s words, her agony all-encompassing. It wasn't long until she lost her grip on consciousness, the only sign of life left was her dull heartbeat.

[1981]

When he finally awoke, Sirius struggled to see clearly, for his bleary eyes were still crusted with sleep. His forlorn gaze swept across the wrinkled covers, Anathema’s empty side was glaringly apparent in the afternoon sun. Sirius sighed and slowly forced himself out of bed, his only true motivation being the hope that her name wouldn’t be listed among the mounting list of casualties in the Daily Prophet.

Perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, Sirius thought reluctantly, at least she won’t be in pain… Sirius cursed aloud. How dare he even entertain such an idea. The solitude must have been getting to him.

By the time his kettle had whistled the anticipation of that wiry owl’s daily delivery had eaten him alive. Sirius took a generous sip from Anathema’s favorite mug and swirled the sweetened tea over his tongue before swallowing, the liquid burning his dry throat. He imagined James sitting down on his sagging gray couch, head in his hands. Lily would most likely be tucked into his side, drifting off to sleep while baby Harry caught some Z’s like tiny golden snitches. Sirius thought about how James had fought Dumbledore when he suggested using the Fidelius Charm and sending them into hiding. James was a fiery spirit, he wanted to fight but he had to protect his growing family. The only thing he could do was wait.

Impatient taps on the kitchen window brought Sirius back to reality. A scrawny barn owl perched upon Anathema’s ledge planter, the soil had been dry and devoid of life since she had disappeared.

“You ruddy owl!” Sirius exclaimed as he swung open the glass pane, “you’re going to shatter the bloody window at that rate!” The owl glared at him, its piercing yellow eyes were only mildly unsettling. Sirius huffed and untied the Daily Prophet from its leg. The owl squawked angrily once Sirius set the paper down on the tile countertop.

“I swear on Merlin’s beard! I’m going to pluck every one of your dodgy feathers and stuff me a pillow,” Sirius threatened.

“Are you yelling at… an owl, Padfoot?” a familiar voice called from behind him. Sirius nearly died at the sound of his old friend.

“Moony, you tosser! Nearly gave me a heart attack,” Sirius grumbled. He absentmindedly assessed Remus as he slipped a sickle into the owl’s leather pouch. Remus was sporting a new collection of newly healed scars across his pale face, though he seemed determined to hide them with his scraggly hair. He leaned against the door frame, heavily favoring his left leg, and strangely opted to keep his rather cumbersome overcoat on despite the obvious perspiration prickling his browline.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, Pads,” Remus commented, his voice quavering. His face betrayed him, Sirius instantly knew that something was wrong.

“What’s happened?” Sirius interrogated as he swallowed a lump in his throat. The mutual distrust was bad enough, but the one thing Sirius would never tolerate was lies by omission, emotions be damned.

“Did Dumbledore not-. Uh, you should really read the paper before-”

“What?” Sirius interrupted, “what’s the paper got to do with…” he trailed off. His blood ran cold as the pieces slowly clicked together. Sirius’ hands trembled as Remus approached him.

“Pads…” he whispered.

“No. NO. It’s not possible,” Sirius argued, biting back a sob. Remus gently lifted the slightly wrinkled newspaper from the counter and flipped through the various stories until he came to the section dreaded reading every day.

“October 17th, 1981-” Remus started.

“Stop…”

“The Ministry of Magic has confirmed 17 deaths-”

“Remus…”

“Abigail Presley (40), Jonathan Meynard (64)-”

“Please…” Sirius cried softly.

“And… Anathema le Fay (21),” Remus mouthed, the air stolen from his lungs.

“Annie…” Sirius sobbed, “tell me it’s not true, Remus! She-she can’t be gone.” Sirius crumpled against the cupboards, sobs wracking his body. Remus lowered his head in shame, unable to watch his friend suffer as Sirius’ wails of agony echoed through the cold, empty flat

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Part 2: Which is which...

TRIGGER WARNING!

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Mentions of Rape, abuse, self-harm, blood, trauma, cringe(?), angst, self-loathing, suicidal thoughts & suicide, yandere, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Author's Note: Sooo...Here is part 2 but if you haven't seen the first part here is Part 1!. It was kinda too long and would be so hard to read so I separated it into 2 different parts I still couldn't post as often as I could because I've been really busy since I'm a graduating high schooler and am overwhelmed with projects and requirements but I'll update as often as I can. Do forgive me and thank you for your patience and all of your support!

Let's get the 2nd shitty part started...

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summary: The first years were taking their alchemy exams yet an accident happened which resulted in terrible stuff happening.

After everything Mc said Grim still tried coming closer and tried talking to them yet they pulled out a knife from the pockets of their oversized hoodie and pointed it at them.

"Don't you fucking dare come any closer to me! You-you monster!" They shouted eyes full of hatred, fear, and so much pain.

"Hey- Mc no need to call Grim like that! Please calm down!" Kalim nervously said raising both his hands as he try to come closer as if trying to tame a wild beast.

"DON'T YOU DARE! YOU FAKE BITCH!!" They said as they pointed it towards him.

Shocked and hurt them so much. Mc would never say such words towards them nor would they threaten Kalim or Grim! They love and adored them so much!

"Mc! What's the fuck is your problem stop this now!" Ace shouted.

"Ace! Don't be too rough on them! They might be going through something. Mc please put the knife down and let's talk this out, please." Deuce said as he pulls Ace back.

"..."

"There! Now put the knife down, please." He continued.

Mc stared at them all from head to toe then bursted out laughing out of spite.

"Oh, my Sevens! I see what you're doing-AHAHAHAHAHA! So we're playing the 'you can trust me' thing once again!" They said with a sadistic grin.

"What do you mean Mc?! We missed you so so much! You went missing in the accident that occurred when we were 1st year!" Epel asked.

"Ohhh~! You sweet lying bitches! hehehe~! You want me to pretend that all the shit you did to ME never happened! Sooo ya'll are using the incident I grew plants on my head as an excuse to do you shit again~" They said while cackling while waving the knife like a mad man/woman.

"What do you mean?! Group 3 accidentally made the wrong potion and made a transportation potion instead!"

"Lies, lies, lies. Can't you all stop lying?! I only had a week of freedom and yet I am finally back in this hellhole!"

"Mc language! What they said is true."Vil commented.

"Oh! Oh! Okay then hahaha! Then should I act like how I'm finally happy reuniting with you all? Oh! right, how foolish of me! Horray! Horray! I am finally back in NCR! And will soon be locked up in a pretty little room A.K.A dungeon thanks to dear Tsunotaro, tied up with really expensive chains courtesy of Kalim~! And get Mothafucking fucked non-stop without my consent by my dear friends~!

Yep yep this really calls for a celebration! Get some grape juice, and start a party in Scarabia! Don't forget the fancy revealing clothes and drugs you all will force onto me!" They said with a sardonic smile.

"Child of man, I do not understand what you meant, none of us has yet to touch you yet. Do please breathe and relax, We do not know what you went through but I assure you it wasn't us who do these horrid things unto you." Malleus said as he went closer.

"Oh yes, sure! All of you were innocent! I forgot all of you did those out of love~! That was love, pardon me for my misconceptions!."

"HUMAN! THAT IS NOT HOW YOU TALK TO WAKA-SAMA!"

" Mon chéri, please do not fret! What occurred onto thee was horrible but this huntsman assures you no lie comes out of thy friend's mouth! Mon amour has been transported to a different place and based on thy statement I could only speculate that thy was brought to a different dimension similar to ours!"

"AHAHAHAHAHA! I would say your lies have become far more creative and soooo believable! I commend you all for it!"

"Oy, Herbivore stop this right now. Why don't you calm down so we could go take you to Crewel-sensei, so we can finally understand what's happening."

"I see! Sure let's go to our beloved teachers that watched me suffer and didn't even do a thing to help me!"

The situation was getting far worse, and all of them were at a loss of words at everything Mc was saying to them. They knew full well that they went missing! It happened right in front of Crewel-sensei, the Adeuce duo, and Grim! How could they even rape or do something terrible to someone like them, and it was all in the name of love!

Grim still tried coming closer along with Lilia and the rest.

"Don't you dare come any closer! Or else- Wait I have a better idea!" Mc then pulled a gun out of their pocket once again the pointed it at their head while they other hand still held firm on the knife pointing it towards them.

"Wait WAIT WAIT! MC do not shoot! Put that gun away this instant!"

"Oh pleasee! I should have done this as soon as I escaped! Don't you even dare use snake whisper or Laugh with me! I'm...too tired already."

They all continued to shout and beg them to dispose of the gun, Ruggie and Jamil were choosing whether to use their unique magic so they'll avoid the death of their beloved but if they do wouldn't they hurt them further?

"I'm too tired already...I trusted every single one of you and loved you with all my heart. Did my all to avoid death and even offered my heart to all of you! I stayed cause I love you fully knowing I'll be abandoning everything my pet, family, friends, life, everything! Yet you repaid me by loving me in the most twisted and sick way. Removing my rights and treating me like I am nothing but a doll you can use for your comfort! I don't mind having sex, kissing, etc. but what you all did was too much already!" They said as tears poured down their eyes.

"If what you all did was done by ALL OF YOU but from a different dimension then tell me please. How? How do I know which is which? That you won't do the same thing THEY did? They were exactly how I knew them my friend group, the vice and dorm leaders, the teachers, everyone! How will I know that all of you would not stop being my good friends and lovers? That I could trust you?! Please tell me! I'm scared, tired, and I just...just want to die." They said their whole body trembled as they rub their tears using their hand that was firmly held on their gun.

Ruggie quickly made his move, deciding to use his Unique magic, and quickly made Mc move to let go of the gun and knife they were holding, while Malleus used a light sleeping spell to avoid more issues.

Luckily Cater moved quickly and called for the staff, earlier on when Mc pointed them their knife so the staff came right when Malleus casts a sleeping spell on them.

Yet they still felt...so much guilty, especially the final statement they said.

Will doing this help them believe that they did not do such horrible things to them?

Will this help them trust them once again?

Will...this help cure their trauma?

But...They won't know till they try so...

Great Seven, please give us some strength, and guide us so we could hopefully help our friend, lover, and student...

It really hurts knowing that another version of them did such things to them, and the fact that THEY could and might highly do this too...

Hopefully, no one would overblot AGAIN...

FIN(?)...

UPDATE! here is part 3!

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Cersei IX (Chapter 39)

Pycelle's mouth opened and closed. "Your Grace must know, I did all that could be done for the poor man [Gyles Rosby]."

"As you did for Joffrey? And his father, my own beloved husband? Robert was as strong as any man in the Seven Kingdoms, yet you lost him to a boar. Oh, and let us not forget Jon Arryn. No doubt you would have killed Ned Stark as well, if I had let you keep him longer. Tell me, maester, was it at the Citadel that you learned to wring your hands and make excuses?"

Her voice made the old man flinch. "No man could have done more, Your Grace. I . . . I have always given leal service."

"When you counseled King Aerys to open his gates as my father's host approached, was that your notion of leal service?"

The audacity of this woman.

I have to respect it.

+.+.+

"You have been much in Lady Margaery's company of late."

"Yes. Yes, I . . . Queen Margaery has been most distraught about Ser Loras. I provide Her Grace with sleeping draughts and . . . other sorts of potions."

[...]

"I know who she is. What I want to know is why she has need of you. Is my good-daughter unwell?"

"Unwell?" The old man plucked at the thing he called a beard, that patched growth of thin white hair sprouting from the loose pink wattles under his chin. "N-not unwell, Your Grace, not as such. My oaths forbid me to divulge . . ."

"Your oaths will be of small comfort in the black cells," she warned him. "I'll hear the truth, or you'll wear chains."

Pycelle collapsed to his knees. "I beg you . . . I was your lord father's man, and a friend to you in the matter of Lord Arryn. I could not survive the dungeons, not again . . ."

"Why does Margaery send for you?"

"She desires . . . she . . . she . . ."

"Say it!"

He cringed. "Moon tea," he whispered. "Moon tea, for . . ."

"I know what moon tea is for." There it is.

For . . . her cousin, Cersei.

If I had to guess who, I would say Megga Tyrell. Elinor is the oldest cousin, and loves to flirt, but she's betrothed to Alyn Ambrose. Alla is notably shy and innocent.

Megga couldn't sing, but she was mad to be kissed. - Sansa II, ASOS

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"King Joffrey has such beautiful lips," Megga gushed, oblivious - Sansa II, ASOS

x

Others come to pay court to her cousins. Elinor is promised to the Ambrose boy, but loves to flirt, and Megga has a new suitor every fortnight. Once she kissed a potboy in the kitchen. I have heard talk of her marrying Lady Bulwer's brother, but if Megga were to choose for herself, she would sooner have Mark Mullendore, I am certain. - Cersei VI, AFFC

You might recall, Mark Mullendore participated in the wager for Lady Brienne's maidenhead.

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"Damn them, then," said Margaery. "Damn them all to seven hells. Alla is gentle and shy, how can they do this to her? And Megga . . . she laughs as loud as a dockside whore, I know, but inside she's still just a little girl. - Cersei X, AFFC

And Megga . . . dot, dot, dot.

In ASOS we learned Megga is Sansa's age, and not yet flowered, but I assume that status has changed. She's a child, but George has young girls doing all sorts of salacious things once they've bloomed.

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"As to Lord Gyles, no doubt our Father Above will judge him justly. He left no children?"

"No children of his body, but there is a ward . . ."

". . . not of his blood." Cersei dismissed that annoyance with a flick of her hand. "Gyles knew of our dire need for gold. No doubt he told you of his wish to leave all his lands and wealth to Tommen." Rosby's gold would help refresh their coffers, and Rosby's lands and castle could be bestowed upon one of her own as a reward for leal service. Lord Waters, perhaps. Aurane had been hinting at his need for a seat; his lordship was only an empty honor without one. He had his eye on Dragonstone, Cersei knew, but there he aimed too high. Rosby would be more suitable to his birth and station.

"Lord Gyles loved His Grace with all his heart," Pycelle was saying, "but . . . his ward . . ."

Another mystery! Who is the Rosby ward?

He refused House Stokeworth hospitality.

"Uncomfortable," complained Falyse. "It rained most of the day. We thought to spend the night at Rosby, but that young ward of Lord Gyles refused us hospitality." - Cersei V, AFFC

He's ill-born.

She sniffed. "Mark my word, when Gyles dies that ill-born wretch will make off with his gold. He may even try and claim the lands and lordship, though by rights Rosby should come to us when Gyles passes. My lady mother was aunt to his second wife, third cousin to Gyles himself." - Cersei V, AFFC

He's not Gyles Rosby's blood.

"No children of his body, but there is a ward . . ."

". . . not of his blood." - Cersei IX, AFFC

Many have speculated it's Robb's former devoted squire, Olyvar Frey. Olyvar Frey is the brother of Roslin and Perwyn, The Good Freys.

Arguments supporting this:

Olyvar is related to Gyles Rosby through his mother, Bethany Rosby. Nobles are often fostered by the houses their mothers belonged to.

Olyvar was sent away on duty before the Red Wedding, in part because he remained extremely loyal to Robb. A Stark loyalist might not be too welcoming to a family that serves House Lannister.

"Ill-born wretch" doesn't necessary mean lowborn. It could mean Frey.

Counter-arguments:

Cersei states the ward isn't of Gyles Rosby's blood. (The ward might still have Rosby blood without being a direct descendent of Gyles Rosby. It's not clear.)

I have no opinion on this. If you have any thoughts or theories, I'd love to hear them.

+.+.+

Lady Merryweather closed the door behind him. "Moon tea," she said, as she turned back to the queen. "How foolish of her. Why would she do such a thing, take such a risk?"

She didn't, you fools.

+.+.+

"I'll do it," offered Osmund Kettleblack, with an easy grin. "Margaery's got a pretty little neck. A good sharp sword will go right through it."

"It would," said Taena, "but there is a Tyrell army at Storm's End and another at Maidenpool. They have sharp swords as well."

What do you mean another one at Maidenpool? That's Randyll Tarly's army!

Don't make this harder than it needs to be, George.

+.+.+

Kettleblack chewed on one end of his mustache. "We need to catch them during the deed."

"How? Qyburn has eyes on her day and night. Her serving men take my coin, but bring us only trifles. Yet no one has seen this lover. The ears outside her door hear singing, laughter, gossip, nothing of any use."

"Margaery is too shrewd to be caught so easily," said Lady Merryweather. "Her women are her castle walls. They sleep with her, dress her, pray with her, read with her, sew with her. When she is not hawking or riding she is playing come-into-my-castle with little Alysanne Bulwer. Whenever men are about, her septa will be with her, or her cousins."

What if - I know this sounds crazy, but hear me out - what if there's no lover, and that's why you have nothing despite all your efforts?

+.+.+

Lady Taena savored every bite. Not so Orton Merryweather, whose round face remained blotched and pale from broth to cheese. He drank heavily and kept stealing glances at the singer.

What is this about? Is he nervous because he knows what will happen to the singer?

Holy god, I'm as paranoid as Cersei.

+.+.+

"You have no other name?"

A hint of pink suffused his cheeks. "As a boy, I was called Wat. A fine name for a plowboy, less fitting for a singer."

Someone forgot to tell Whitesmile that.

Our aunt brought Whitesmile Wat from Lannisport, if you can believe it, so Ryman had to have a singer too. - Jaime V, AFFC

+.+.+

The Blue Bard's eyes were the same color as Robert's. For that alone, she hated him. "It is easy to see why you are Lady Margaery's favorite."

"Her Grace is kind. She says I give her pleasure."

"Oh, I'm certain of it. Might I see your lute?"

Lmao.

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"Sweet and sad as love. Tell me, Wat . . . the first time you took Margaery to bed, was that before she wed my son, or after?"

For a moment he did not seem to understand. When he did, his eyes grew large. "Your Grace has been misinformed. I swear to you, I never—"

"Liar!" Cersei smashed the lute across the singer's face so hard the painted wood exploded into shards and splinters. "Lord Orton, summon my guards and take this creature to the dungeons."

We need visuals!

+.+.+

Even in the black cells, all they got from him were denials, prayers, and pleas for mercy. Before long, blood was streaming down his chin from all his broken teeth, and he wet his dark blue breeches three times over, yet still the man persisted in his lies. "Is it possible we have the wrong singer?" Cersei asked.

Noo, ya think?

+.+.+

Lord Qyburn ran a hand up the Blue Bard's chest. "Does she take your nipples in her mouth during your love play?" He took one between his thumb and forefinger, and twisted. "Some men enjoy that. Their nipples are as sensitive as a woman's." The razor flashed, the singer shrieked. On his chest a wet red eye wept blood. Cersei felt ill. Part of her wanted to close her eyes, to turn away, to make it stop. But she was the queen and this was treason. Lord Tywin would not have turned away.

At least she's not enjoying this?

Looking for some positives.

+.+.+

Cersei blamed Margaery Tyrell for this. If not for her, Wat might have lived a long and fruitful life, singing his little songs and bedding pig girls and crofter's daughters. Her scheming forced this on me. She has soiled me with her treachery.

+.+.+

By dawn the singer's high blue boots were full of blood, and he had told them how Margaery would fondle herself as she watched her cousins pleasuring him with their mouths. At other times he would sing for her whilst she sated her lusts with other lovers. "Who were they?" the queen demanded, and the wretched Wat named Ser Tallad the Tall, Lambert Turnberry, Jalabhar Xho, the Redwyne twins, Osney Kettleblack, Hugh Clifton, and the Knight of Flowers.

That displeased her. She dare not besmirch the name of the hero of Dragonstone. Besides, no one who knew Ser Loras would ever believe it. The Redwynes could not be a part of it either. Without the Arbor and its fleet, the realm could never hope to rid itself of this Euron Crow's Eye and his accursed ironmen.

[...]

"I might have . . . misremembered."

"Horas and Hobber had no part of this, did they?"

"No," he admitted. "Not them."

"As for Ser Loras, I am certain Margaery took pains to hide what she was doing from her brother."

"She did. I remember now. Once I had to hide under the bed when Ser Loras came to see her. He must never know, she said."

Yeah, this guy's story is totally going to hold up during a trial.

The plan is coming together perfectly.

+.+.+

Qyburn dropped the bloody razor into a pail of vinegar. "Margaery may wonder where her bard has gone."

"Singers come and go, they are infamous for it."

That depends, is George R. R. Martin writing the story?

+.+.+

"If it please you. That is all that I desire."

Liar. She knew what Taena desired. So be it. If the woman was besotted with her, that would help ensure that she and her husband remained loyal. In a world so full of treachery, that was worth a few kisses. She is no worse than most men. At least there is no danger of her ever getting me with child.

I have no doubt in my mind that Jaime will be the father of Cersei's next child, but that line set alarm bells ringing.

+.+.+

The two of them shared the bath together, with Cersei lying back in Taena's arms. 

Who says George isn't a romantic?

+.+.+

"Tommen must be spared the worst of this," she told the Myrish woman. "Margaery still takes him to the sept every day, so they can ask the gods to heal her brother." Ser Loras still clung to life, annoyingly. 

There's zero percent chance this won't turn into a big problem.

+.+.+

She even said a prayer before she crawled beneath her coverlet, beseeching the Mother for sweet dreams.

It proved a waste of breath; as ever, the gods were deaf. Cersei dreamt that she was down in the black cells once again, only this time it was her chained to the wall in place of the singer. She was naked, and blood dripped from the tips of her breasts where the Imp had torn off her nipples with his teeth. "Please," she begged, "please, not my children, do not harm my children." Tyrion only leered at her. He was naked too, covered with coarse hair that made him look more like a monkey than a man. "You shall see them crowned," he said, "and you shall see them die." Then he took her bleeding breast into his mouth and began to suck, and pain sawed through her like a hot knife.

In all fairness to Cersei, if I was having dreams like this, I'd be crazy too.

+.+.+

"The maegi." The words came tumbling out of her. She could still hear Melara Hetherspoon insisting that if they never spoke about the prophecies, they would not come true. She was not so silent in the well, though. She screamed and shouted. "Tyrion is the valonqar," she said. "Do you use that word in Myr? It's High Valyrian, it means little brother." She had asked Septa Saranella about the word, after Melara drowned.

Taena took her hand and stroked it. "This was a hateful woman, old and sick and ugly. You were young and beautiful, full of life and pride. She lived in Lannisport, you said, so she would have known of the dwarf and how he killed your lady mother. This creature dared not strike you, because of who you were, so she sought to wound you with her viper's tongue."

There it is. Kudos to @agentrouka-blog.

Cersei was young(er) and (more) beautiful.

+.+.+

"One son," said Lady Merryweather, "but you have another, sweet and strong, and no harm will ever come to him."

"Never, whilst I live."

That's the second time she's said something like this. Am I missing some sort of double meaning here?

As she watched the cats frolic about his feet, Cersei felt a little better. No harm will ever come to Tommen whilst I still live. - Cersei VIII, AFFC

+.+.+

The mother in her wanted only to protect him; the queen in her knew he must grow harder, or the Iron Throne was certain to devour him.

Wrong spikes.

+.+.+

She smoothed his hair back, the soft golden curls that reminded her so much of Joff. "Will you be spending the afternoon with your wife and her cousins?"

"Not today. She has to fast and purify herself, she said."

Fast and purify . . . oh, for Maiden's Day. It had been years since Cersei had been required to observe that particular holy day. Thrice wed, yet she still would have us believe she is a maid. Demure in white, the little queen would lead her hens to Baelor's Sept to light tall white candles at the Maiden's feet and hang parchment garlands about her holy neck. A few of her hens, at least. On Maiden's Day widows, mothers, and whores alike were barred from the septs, along with men, lest they profane the sacred songs of innocence. Only virgin maids could . . .

How has this never come up in a Sansa chapter?

+.+.+

"Shame?" Osney sounded baffled. "I told Osmund, Margaery just teases. She never lets me do any more than . . ."

"It is chivalrous of you to protect her," Cersei broke in, "but you are too good a knight to go on living with your crime. No, you must take yourself to the Great Sept of Baelor this very night and speak with the High Septon. When a man's sins are so black, only His High Holiness himself can save him from hell's torments. Tell him how you bedded Margaery and her cousins."

Osney blinked. "What, the cousins too?"

"Megga and Elinor," she decided, "never Alla." That little detail would make the whole story more plausible. 

Brilliant. You're playing 4D chess now.

+.+.+

The queen was taken aback. The last thing she expected was piety from a Kettleblack. "Are you refusing to obey me?"

"No." Osney touched her golden hair. "The thing is, the best lies have some truth in 'em . . . to give 'em flavor, as it were. And you want me to go tell how I fucked a queen . . ."

[...]

"We waited long enough." He thrust his fingers inside the bodice of her gown and yanked, and the silk parted with a ripping sound so loud that Cersei was afraid that half of the Red Keep must have heard it. "Take off the rest before I tear that too," he said. "You can keep the crown on. I like you in the crown."

I doubt that's a coincidence.

<- Jaime VI, AFFC

On her head a circlet of hammered bronze sat askew, graven with runes and ringed with small black swords.

[...]

She gave a shake of her ample hips. "I'm the queen o' whores."

No, Jaime thought, my sweet sister holds that title too.

Final thoughts:

I'm convinced a dude with a guitar stole George's girl once.

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[glamphantasm]

MC Monday Prompt 4:

MC accidentally drinks a truth potion. Seeing the opportunity, Asmodeus asks MC what they think about each and every one one of them.

(Part 2) (Part 1 here)

Kai sat up quickly, eyes wide with something near panic as he curled up tightly on the bed. "Asmo, no..."

The demon let out a musical giggle, shaking his head. "I'm afraid so." He held up his hand in response to a feeble protest. "Don't worry though, darling ~ everyone needs a bit of mystery to be interesting, and I would truly hate to be bored of your pretty face.", he leaned in, kissing the human's cheek.

Kai watched warily as Asmo picked up his DDD, and cringed as he heard the group chat chime. "You're trying to kill me. This is it, this is how I die.", he mumbled as he read the new message.

"Our Darling Attendant has imbibed truth serum!~ if anyone has questions, it's now or never ♡"

Multiple demons began typing immediately.

"Asmo... what the hell?", Kai's brow was furrowed, lower lip caught between his teeth.

Asmodeus smiled, shrugging. "Sorry dear. Demon, remember? ♡"

Kai wished he'd at least tried to look a little sorry about it.

Lucifer's response was the first to come through. "No questions relating to his past. Kai is entitled to some privacy. Common Room, 20 minutes. You will each get one question. If this becomes too difficult for him, it is over."

(thank you...)

Kai sat in the armchair nearest to the fireplace, clutching his now cold coffee between his hands, one leg bouncing as he stared down at the carpet between his feet.

After a bit of bickering, the brothers convened around the human, crowding around him as they all spoke over one another. The eldest remained standing, taking up position at the left side of the armchair, a hand resting lightly on the back.

Despite it all... Kai missed this. The closeness. The arguments. The safety. The familiarity made his chest clench.

"I can't answer you all at once...", the room grew quiet as Kai glanced at each brother in turn. "Does anyone want to go first?"

To everyone's surprise, Sloth spoke up immediately, his tone conveying his upset. "You always avoid me... why? You spend time with the others..."

Kai blinked, one hand rubbing the permanently discolored skin at the base of his throat reflexively. He opened his mouth to reply, his brain thankfully engaging a split second before disaster struck.

(don't say 'because you fucking murdered me and gave a damn only after you found out I was descended from your sister, you psychopath.' that hasn't happened here...)

Choosing his next words after a moment of deliberation, he tried to answer truthfully, but vaguely as possible. "You're right. I don't make time for you, and my reasons are unfair. I don't want to go into detail, but you ar-,

(careful)

y-you remind me of someone who hurt me very badly that I would rather forget.", he knew the words were cruel as they slid past his lips, but they have all heard worse. "I shouldn't do that to you, and I will try not to the future. I... I'm sorry." Kai was surprised to realize the last words were genuine.

Belphegor hugged his cow-print pillow close to his chest, nodding and moving slightly away from the group, pulling his hood up to obscure his features. Kai took a long sip of coffee, before putting the cup down with a sigh.

"Next?" Kai looked to Beel, who was frowning, deep in thought. He knew the question before it was asked, terror flooding his veins, adding to the vaguely nauseated remains of the hangover.

"Why are you always hungry, Kai?", Beelzebub's voice was quiet, unhappy as he continued. "I can feel it, you know. Even now. You never eat very much, and you just push food around after a few bites. You lie whenever I ask.", there was sadness deep in those violet eyes as the gentle giant of a demon gazed at their Attendant, unblinking.

(don't you dare tell him he wants to take me from you they all do i've always kept you safe don't you dare give me away you stupid...)

Opening his mouth to reply, Kai found the usual deflections dying on his lips as he tried to speak. Without his shields, he suddenly felt very small, and drew his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

"Beel...", Kai paused, trying to explain without using The Words., "I have kind of the opposite thing as you do. A lot of food here is extremely different from what I'm used to in the human world, and I just... don't know how to deal with it. I've never been a good eater, even as a kid. Picky, fussy, all of that.", he stopped speaking, hoping that answer would be good enough, despite the muffled laugh of disbelief he heard from one of the brothers. Kai dropped his gaze as he rested his chin on his knees.

Asmo spoke up quickly, cutting off any followup questions.

(bless them)

"I'll wait til the end. I have a bunch of questions, and I'm not wasting my one shot if someone has the same ideas~"

(curse them)

Satan spoke next, drumming acid green lacquered nails on the cover of the book he had been reading. "Why are you here? Not here, here, but in the Devildom? What is Solomon playing at? What are his intentions?"

Kai relaxed the slightest bit, safe for once in his lack of knowledge. "If I knew Solomon's intentions, it would be the first time ever.", he twisted the Ring of Light on his right hand as he thought. "I'm... I'm his apprentice. He saw potential in me, and took it upon himself to train me. His thoughts are his own, and not shared. He only said there was something like a 'destabilization' in the Realms, and I was to go with him as he investigated. Beyond that, your guess is as good as mine. He told me the cover to adopt, and I did." Kai shrugged, the next words slipping out before he could stop them. "I don't particularly trust him, but he is the teacher I have, and a very knowledgeable one, so I'm stuck."

Satan looked less than pleased with the response as Asmodeus nodded sympathetically, humming an affirmation. "That does sound like Solomon. He never tells you anything he thinks you don't need to know."

"He never thinks anyone needs to know anything.", Kai replied wryly.

There was a silence that stretched several beats longer than was comfortable, while the words hung in the air, the only sound the soft rasp of Asmo buffing his nails. Kai ached to ask more about the pact, but held his tongue, unsure of what details were public knowledge.

Leviathan squirmed on the far couch as the silence stretched, face growing redder. He looked up from the handheld console he had seemed absorbed in. "This is stupid and you don't have to tell me but who's waiting for you in the human realm and when do they expect you back?", the words tumbled over each other, blending into a single stream of sound that took a moment for Kai's mind to separate. "You don't have to answer I don't care whatever." Envy stared down at the screen he held as though he could bore holes through it.

The human shook his head. "Nobody. Anyone who would have wondered would have stopped caring a while ago. Friends probably think I ghosted, or died.", his tone grew bitter as he continued. "I don't know if any blood relatives are alive, and I wouldn't see them if they were. I didn't see them much past I think I was 11, maybe 12...but fuck 'em, their loss; barely saw them before that anyways. "

Lucifer cleared his throat quietly. "You are not required to reveal your past if you do not wish to." - a reminder and warning both.

Kai nodded, again staring down into cold coffee.

Mammon tossed a couch pillow up, catching it as he spoke. "So, if ya win the lottery, yer gonna share, right?", he grinned, shaking his head before Kai could answer. "Nah. I dunno. I don't have anything serious to ask ya. You're a good Attendant. But... oh! Okay! If everythin' was gonna end next week, what would you change?", the gleam in his eye was teasing, the question an easy one as to not waste his turn.

Kai sat quietly for a moment, looking at Mammon, smile tinged with something haunted. "I'd move in here and never leave again. That's all."

Greed laughed as he tried to figure out if it was an odd joke, and then fell silent, nodding.

Lucifer dropped his hand to Kai's shoulder in a brief touch. "We spoke at some length yesterday, and you were brutally honest with me. I have no question deserving an audience."

Kai relaxed visibly, casting a grateful glance to the demon standing above him. He reached to touch the gloved hand, before aborting the motion, rolling his coffee between his palms.

A loud sigh interrupted the curious murmurs, and the demon behind it all stood, hand on his hip as he swept his gaze across those assembled. "You are all so boring!", Asmodeus snarked, throwing the nail buffer he had been occupying himself with at Mammon. They turned to Kai, voice dropping to a sotto purr, "Now darling... tell me what you think of each of us~ in detail! ♡. Do Lucifer first, age before beauty!"

Kai removed his glasses, rubbing his face hard enough to see stars as an amused moment of chatter swept the room, mingled with a scoff from the far couch.

Holding up one hand in a defeated wave, Kai drew a deep breath.

(time to try the easy way out)

"I-I care about all of you more than our short time together would generally merit. I know that I've been in this position for less than a month, but you have all become the closest thing I have ever known to a family."

A theatrical hiss destroyed any hopes he had of that being enough. "That's not what I asked! 🎶" chirped Asmodeus.

The human's patience nearly snapped after everything the last 36 hours had thrown at him. "Fine.", Kai stood up, turning to face each brother as he addressed them.

"Lucifer, there is nothing I wish I could say to you right now that you would want said in front of the others. I respect you deeply, and you are extremely important to me."

Not allowing time for a reply, Kai went down the line.

"Mammon, I love who you are, but stop thinking you can lie to me. You are anything but stupid, but you're a terrible liar, and your tells are more obvious than the castle on the horizon.

Levi, let's hang out sometime. I'm not great with games, but I'm a fucking awesome Player Two and I have a really high tolerance for anime tropes. Ball's in your court, Admiral.

Satan, I realize you are still figuring out how to be your own demon, but try to take off your blinders. Your brothers all adore you whether they admit it or not. You are devastatingly intelligent, and kinder than you ever want to admit to.

Asmodeus, I am so. fucking. angry. at you right now for putting me on the spot like this. Again, I understand you are who you are, and I love you for it, you're beautiful, and fun, and more complicated than you even realize. I see you.

Beelzebub, you care so much still, and you are softer than anyone outside of this house would ever guess. I understand making hard decisions with nothing but regret no matter what, and I know how much they hurt. You are the size you are, because nothing smaller could protect your heart. Never let that change.

Belphegor, Belphie... as I said before, I've not given you a fair chance due to my own biases. I have enjoyed watching the stars with you, and have a great time during movie nights with you and Beel. I'll do better in the future.

I love you all."

Kai turned again, facing each demon's shocked expression for a moment, eyes shining with unshed tears. When he spoke again, his throat was tight. "That's everyone then? I hope this episode of Put the Human On The Spot was entertaining. There will not be an encore."

With that, Kai turned, leaving the common room, feet taking him the 83 steps to his room.

(what used to be your room)

Kai stood motionless, hearing the hushed muttering from those left behind, and slid down the wall opposite, covering his face with his hands to muffle the silent scream he could feel building in his chest.

(there is no home)

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me oc #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Me Too?- Percy Weasley x OC

Percy Weasley x Cassandra Foster

Description: After being teased by Fred and George, Percy asks his girlfriend to paint his nails.

Word Count: 1.6k

‘Where in the world could that noise be coming from?’ Percy thought as he walked through the corridors of the Gryffindor Tower. It was nearly two in the morning, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out who would be up so late. It sounded like mindless chatter coming from one of the rooms, he had to listen carefully to find the source. There was a weird smell in the air that grew stronger the closer he got to the destination. Just a few seconds later he found himself in front of his brothers’ dorm room. Percy rolled his eyes, he should have known they’d be behind this. 

“What are you lot still doing up this late?” Percy questioned as he walked into the twins’s dorm room. “Shouldn’t you guys- what are you doing?” He stopped in his tracks as he took in his surroundings. Lee, Kenneth and Louis were laying on their own bed in various positions. Corinne and Mallorie laid across George’s bed facing Fred’s bed where he, George and, to Percy’s surprise, Cassandra were sitting all facing each other. All heads turned to him when he walked in and he saw Cassandra smile. 

“Hey Perce, how’s patrol going?” She asked, forgetting his earlier question. Percy stood there for a second, not knowing if he should stop and talk while on patrol. 

“Hey space cadet, back to Earth,” Mallorie giggled before looking around at the other’s confused faces. “Muggle term,” she explained. Percy finally decided to step in and closed the door behind him. He’d been on patrol long enough. 

“Uh, it’s been fine. I could hear you guys making noise from the common room though, you might want to keep it down or else Professor McGonagall will come up.” By the time he finished, he was beside Cassandra. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, prompting her to lean into his touch. 

“Aw lighten up Ickle Percykins,” Fred teased from across her. 

“Yeah, it’s Friday night- well, I guess it’s Saturday now. As long as we don’t leave the tower, it’s free reign,” George added from beside his twin. Percy couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brothers- even if they were right. 

“Fred you need to hold still,” Cassandra demanded, grabbing the older twin’s hand again. 

“My arm feels like it’s about to fall off,” the boy groaned in response but still obliged, shifting to get more comfortable then holding his arm still for her. Percy furrowed his eyebrows and looked between them. 

“What are you guys doing?” He questioned, curiosity shining in his voice. He watched as George held something out for his girlfriend, who took it. It looked like a small vial of red potion, but when she opened it that same strong smell entered his nostrils. It made him cringe internally and his nose scrunched up. 

“And what is that?” He continued. Cassandra glanced up at him and giggled at his expression before holding up the bottle. 

“I was painting Mallorie’s nails then Fred and George said they wanted me to paint their nails as well. I’ve already done George’s, but Fred can’t stay still.” George held up his hands to show his newly painted black nails while Fred stuck his tongue out at her. She giggled in response and continued to paint his nails. Percy watched her until she finished then used a drying spell on Fred’s nails. 

“Hey Percy,” Corinne called, effectively catching his attention. “Why don’t you let Cassie paint your nails?” Lee, Mallorie and Kenneth nodded in agreement. 

“Nah, no way he’d let her do it,” Fred stated, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, it’ll ruin his perfect prefect image,” George added teasingly. Percy felt the tips of his ears burn, then he saw his girlfriend’s shoulders slump a bit as she realized the twins were probably right. 

“Lay off you guys, if he doesn’t want his nails painted then he doesn’t have to,” Cassandra came to his defense. Even though she said that, he could still practically feel her disappointment about it. He stayed silent for a moment in thought before finally stepping beside Fred. 

“Move over,” he instructed. The older twin looked surprised, everyone did as a matter of fact. Cassandra looked ecstatic though. 

“Wait, seriously?” She asked hopefully. Percy let a small smile slip and he nodded as Fred moved to go sit by Mallorie. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s just some colored nails,” he responded simply as he sat in the place his brother previously occupied. His girlfriend all but squealed as she began digging through the bag beside her. 

“What color do you want? I have red, purple, green, white, black-”

“Black is fine,” Percy informed her. Cassandra nodded and grabbed the bottle. He watched her tap it against her palm to mix it before opening it. Just before the brush touched his nail, she stopped and looked at him. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” She asked one last time. Percy gave her a small but genuine smile then nodded. She returned the smile then began painting his nails. It was a weird feeling to Percy, he’d never had his nails painted before and it showed. 

“Perce, I love you more than life itself, believe me. But if you don’t stop moving I’m going to cut your hand off,” she stated, trying not to get frustrated. By now Kenneth, Louis, George and Corinne had fallen asleep. Those who were still awake laughed though. Percy turned red and chuckled awkwardly, apologizing. It didn’t take long for her to finish after she said that and she cast a drying spell on his nails like she did Fred’s.

“All done babe,” she said before looking around. Everyone else had fallen asleep by now, and Cassandra didn’t look too far off. Percy took a second to admire her handiwork before looking at her again. 

“They look great darling, well done,” he responded simply. The girl seemed happy about his approval shortly before a yawn escaped her lips. Percy smiled fondly at her then stood. 

“You should probably get back to your dorm and get some sleep. It’s late,” he suggested. Cassandra wasn’t in any state to disagree, so she simply stood. Percy led her back to her room and gave her a chaste kiss before heading to his own dorm and falling asleep soon after. 

The next morning during breakfast Cassandra sat with the twins, Mallorie, Corinne and Lee talking about the previous night. She laughed at something Fred said before the boy in question looked to the entrance of the Great Hall. 

“Here comes Ickle Percykins,” he teased. Cassandra rolled her eyes at him then followed his gaze. The others weren’t far behind him. 

“What is he wearing?” Mallorie questioned. And that really was the question. Rather than wearing his usual business casual suit, Percy was wearing comfortable jeans as well as a plain white t-shirt under what looked like a red windbreaker jacket. Cassandra’s mouth dropped open at the sight.

“I wasn’t aware he even owned clothes other than suits and pajamas,” Corinne commented, not taking her eyes off the older Weasley. 

“Neither did we,” Fred started. 

“And we live with him,” George added just before Percy stopped in front of them. 

“Morning,” Percy greeted simply before sitting down beside his girlfriend. Everyone looked around at each other unsurely, but Percy didn’t seem to notice as he grabbed some toast and began to spread jam on it. 

“Uh, morning love,” Cassandra started. “Since when do you have these?” She gestured to his outfit, a curious look on her face. The boy looked at her, then down at his clothes, then at her again. 

“Not long. But you painting my nails made me want a change today. It’s not like there’s something important going on today,” he responded. Though he attempted to sound nonchalant, the group could sense some tension in his shoulders. He obviously wanted them to like his outfit, but he’d never say that. Cassandra pursed her lips, mulling over his answer. She didn’t have time to say something before Corinne did. 

“Well I think you look nice,” she stated, continuing to eat. Percy seemed relieved by her words, and he shot her a thankful smile. 

“Yeah, you look great,” Mallorie added. “This style suits you.” The others either nodded or verbally showed their support. Percy grinned and thanked them before finally looking at Cassandra again. After staring at him for a few minutes, the girl smiled. 

“Yeah, I agree. You look cute,” she giggled when he blushed. The twins snickered at the interaction then stood. 

“Well, we’ve got to get going,” Fred started, grabbing Mallorie’s hand so she would stand.

“Yep,” George continued, mirroring his brother’s actions so Corinne stood. “Lots to do today.” Percy furrowed his brows and stared at them. 

“What do you mean?” He inquired. The boys only gave him a mischievous grin then walked off with their respective girlfriends. Percy looked at Cassandra. 

“What are they talking about?” He asked, resting his arms on the table. 

“You don’t know?” Cassandra asked, continuing when she saw his confusion increase. “Some Ministry members are coming to the school to recruit students.” Percy didn’t react at first, but then he began laughing. She couldn’t be serious. 

“Very funny Cass, the Ministry doesn’t come until the fourteenth,” he responded between laughter. The girl gave him an incredulous look. 

“It is the fourteenth Perce,” she responded. The boy continued to laugh until he examined her expression. Then his laughter faded. She was serious. 

“Oh Merlin,” he panicked, standing up and rushing out of the Great Hall. Cassandra watched amusedly before turning back to her eggs. Lee, who was still sitting across from her, looked at her confused. 

“Why’d you tell him it was the fourteenth? That isn’t for another week,” he asked. The girl attempted to hold back a smile as she took another bite. 

“You think the twins are the only ones that like to mess with Percy?” Was her only response.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #percy weasley #percy weasley imagine #percy weasley x oc

[the-devils-girl94]

Hello! I like your hc from When MC Is Mad At Them And Ignores Them. I would like you to write about: An inferior demon who fell in love with Mc and used a love potion to be his partner. How would the brothers react? and if you like the idea also wrote about dateables.

((I had written it in a way that the demon tries to get close to you by pretending to be your friend, so he could slip a love potion to you. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I really enjoyed writing this. I'll link the Dateables soon.))

Dateables' version.

Lucifer:

•It seems as though someone has a death wish right now. Some idiot who doesn't know his place dared to give you a love potion!? To make you his!?

•Lucifer would be seething! A love potion, of all things!?

•He had noticed the signs and effects of said potion only after you had taken it, and by his father was he furious! He knows who it was since you were always gushing about having made a new friend. At the time, Lucifer paid no mind to it but secretly made a mental note as no other demons have once approached you with him and his brothers always by your side.

•Fortunately, and unfortunately for the demon, the love potion didn't really have much of an effect on you as it was a potion made for demons and not for humans.

•Lucifer would tell you about having been given a love potion and will grill you on who had gave it to you without your consent as most likely you didn't take it of your own accord.

•Once he is given his answer (he just wanted to confirm if his suspicions on who were correct), he'll return to his office after making sure that you are okay since no potion comes without any side effects and inform Diavolo on what has happened. He just wanted to let the Prince know because Diavolo will end up finding that that demon has already been "taken care" of.

Mammon:

•He was already in a not-so-good mood when some no-name demon started to hang around you.

•But a love potion? HAH! Did they really try it?

•He found out about it because he was already stalking the demon to make sure he wasn't doing anything shady. And lo and behold, he actually caught the demon being shady!

•Of course, being your designated protector, he confronted the demon and basically threatened that if he ever showed his no name face to HIS human ever again, Mammon will show him exactly what the second strongest can do.

•And after making sure that creep is gone, he would immediately go back home and tell you what he saw and witness and tell you to never trust creeps like that.

•"I told ya he was no good! Don't forget you belong to the Great Mammon! Not some sleazebag!"

Leviathan:

•He may think of himself as a disgusting otaku, but a demon trying to give you a love potion to make you their partner? Kinda cringe.

•But seriously, that is really not cool because where on earth is your agreement to this? It's nowhere.

•Levi will be over 9000 levels pissed! He's so furious that he summoned Lotan and will drag that demon to the nearest large body of water. And he will proceed to feed Lotan pieces of that fool!

•He will never let something like that happen to his bestie! NEVER!

•He'll comfort you to the best of his abilities as finding out that someone had only befriended you with ulterior motives must have been disheartening.

•Levi will definitely keep a close eye out for anyone else who may approach you.

Satan:

•You would think that Satan's hatred and dislike of Lucifer would surely top anything? Wrong!

•Seriously, who does this foolish demon think he is to try and take away you from him?

•Satan is so furious that he's already thinking of some new curses and torture methods to make sure this demon knows his place among the ranks.

•Masquerading as your friend? How laughable. It's a trick that's so obvious that it makes Satan hate him more, especially since the little shit managed to slip pass your defenses. But that just shows how nice and sweet you are to everyone.

•You will soon wonder what has become of your new friend as it had seem as though they had disappeared.

•Whereas in the House of Lamentation's basement, Satan is busy showing your "friend" how exactly he became the Avatar of Wrath.

Asmodeus:

•Asmodeus knows the works of a love potion when he sees it and he is not pleased when he notices that it is coming from you.

•He'll alert you about it because he had a feeling you most likely did not know and becomes heartbroken and angry when he sees a worried and distressed look on your face.

•He'll gently calm you down and ask if you know who might have given it to you. He knows neither of his brothers or the others would give you a love potion as they would only like for you to express your love for them naturally.

•So when you tell him that it was probably some new person who you have been hanging out, he hugs you and tells you not to worry.

•Then he'll call up his brothers and lets them know that some trash needs to be taken out.

Beelzebub:

•Hm? What was that scent? It smells so familiar...

•Turns out it was the scent of a love potion but he became concerned when he noticed it coming from you. Where had you acquired it or rather who gave it to you?

•Beel became a bit uneasy since love potions really aren't used that much here and they are never used for a good reason. Some of his worries are eased when he sees that you still are acting like yourself.

•So he decides to approach you to ask you about it and when you show your confusion, he becomes protective and directly asks who gave you a love potion.

•He discovers from you that it possibly came from a demon you had been hanging out with lately that you had suspected was crushing on you.

•He'll thank you and comfort you, but once he leaves, he's no longer the sweet, giant foodie. He's fucking pissed.

•He'll let Belphie know and recruit him so that together they can teach that demon a lesson that he'll never forget.

Belphegor:

•He knew you were hanging out with this new demon from RAD, but he didn't care for them, even though he knew that demon had a thing for you.

•He didn't really pay it any mind as you were completely uninterested in nothing but a friendship with him.

•However, that all changed when you came home and he could tell some sort of love potion had been given to you.

•He knew that demon must have had something to do with it. So, he observed you quietly to see if the potion had taken any affect on you. He was glad that it hadn't, but he was deeply disturbed and angry by the fact that the bastard actually tried to do something like that to you.

•He decided he would scold you later and lecture you about the dangers of other demons. But first...he had something to take care of.

•He pays the demon a visit one night and tells them how their little plan to deceive you had failed. He threatens the demon that unless they wanna die, they would never show their face to you again and if they ever tried that little trick again, he'll make them wish they were born an angel instead. And he leaves the terrified demon behind.

•True to his word, he does scold and lecture you, but he's not really upset with you. He's upset with himself for not taking care of that demon earlier.

#asks #anon #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #reaction to an inferior demon giving mc a love potion

[devildomdisaster]

I’d like to request a body switching scenario with [Satan, Asmo, Beelz, Solomon, Simeon] and an Gender Neutral MC with undisclosed chronic health issues. Like brittle bones that break if you step a little goofy, stress ulcers, sensitivity to light, joint pain, poor stamina, etc. I just want to see the boys go “You live like this?!”

Satan:

Satan has a habit of collecting rare magical objects. Somehow quite a few of these cause body-switching incidents.

The cursed object causes the two of you to lose consciousness for a few minutes. When he wakes up he is in immediate pain.

His first thought is that the spell must have caused this and you must be in pain too! If he, a demon, is in this much pain it must be excruciating for a human.

He rushes to you or tries to. But falls to his knees in shock as a shooting pain runs through him.

He blinks watering eyes and sees his body stirring on the floor and realizes you’ve switched bodies.

You sit up feeling better than you’ve felt in years. Wondering if this is ‘normal’ or if that cursed object gave you super healing.

It’s only when you hear your own voice calling your name that you realize you and Satan have switched bodies.

You can see the tears in his(your body's) eyes and know exactly what's happening. You’ve had chronic pain for years. And Satan is sitting in just the right way to send shooting pain up your spine.

“Lay down on your back,” you order him. He has just enough control to follow your order and lower your body down slowly.

You can see Satan’s relief on your face as the pain eases slightly. It takes a moment for the worst of the pain to subside and his breath to even out.

He’s staring at the ceiling when he speaks, voice still a little shaky, “You live like this?”

You hum out a yes.

“All- all the time?” he asks, horrified.

“Sometimes it's worse than others. If I move or sit in certain ways it gets real bad. But if I avoid those movements it’s bearable.”

Satan turns to you “This is what you call bearable?!”

You shrug, “That position is usually pretty safe. So yeah probably.”

He is careful to move your body a little as possible as he shifts to point at a spellbook. “That book-”

“Are you going to change us back?” you ask.

“I-” he hesitates. Clearly not wanting you to be in pain again.

“Look, Satan it’s not that I don’t enjoy being pain-free. But I’ve dealt with it for years now. I’ve learned how to function around it. I had to. You on the other hand are going to be laying on the floor for most of the day if you stay in my body.”

“I’m going to find a way to fix you.” He says firmly as you place the book in his hands.

“Promises, promise,” you sing, preparing yourself to experience the pain in your body again.

“I mean it. As soon as I can move again I am going to find a way to help you. Devildom magic has to be better than human medicine.”

Asmo:

Asmo bought you matching bracelets. “Look Mc, I bought us these bracelets! They are supposed to bring us closer together!”

Well, they did bring you closer together. Just not in the way Asmo intended.

When he clasped the bracelets on, you felt a shiver go down your spine and when you opened your eyes you felt...different. Better. There was no aching pain. For once the dazzling lights of Asmo’s room didn’t cause you to wince. That's when you realize you’ve switched bodies.

Asmo on the other hand immediately cringed and squeezed his eyes closed, clutching his(your) head.

Asmo groaned pitifully, teary eyes squinting at you “Mc, how do you do anything like this??”

He curls up beneath his covers, and you make your way around his room turning off all the lights and closing his curtains. Once the light is gone, Asmo peers out from beneath the covers, “Do you live like this all the time?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“No wonder your room is so dark. I thought you were just being dramatic.”

You shrug at him, “The Devildom is better than the human realm. There’s no bright sunlight here.”

Once the spell wears off, Asmo keeps the bracelet on both as a reminder of how you live with this chronic illness and as the intended purpose of showing how close the two of you are.

He buys you super dark glasses to try and filter out some of the bright light that bothers you.

and asks Solomon to help him find any magical treatments that might help you.

Beel:

Beel and you switch bodies after eating some of Solomon’s cooking.

Neither of you wants to eat Solomon’s cooking, but you had the misfortune to be the only two people who couldn’t find an excuse to get out of it.

Beel doesn’t know how it happened, Solomon doesn’t know how it happened, you sure as hell don’t know how this happened. But here you are with a strange magic ‘cake’ in hand, looking at your body from Beel’s eyes.

Your first thought is how strong you feel in Beel’s body. Like you could do anything. The exhaustion and joint pain you normally deal with is gone.

Is this how normal people live? Although you suppose a demon doesn’t count as a normal human, so it’s not such a good comparison.

You watch as Beel catches himself on the counter as he adjusts to the symptoms of your illness.

He lowers your body to the ground. Sitting gingerly as the movement causes the joint pain to flare.

“Mc, is this how you feel every day?” He is so so concerned about you! How do you function if you feel like this all the time? “Why haven’t you told anyone about this?”

“It’s ok, Beel. I’ve figured out how to deal with it.”

“It is not ok. Mc, we could have helped you!”

It’s strange to be lectured by your own voice and body. But Beel does a good job of it. He insists that you have to tell him when your symptoms act up and convinces you to let him speak with Lucifer about trying some magical treatments.

The potion doesn’t wear off for several hours. You feel a tad bit guilty about enjoying this when Beel is so obviously suffering, but you can’t remember the last time you felt so good. So capable.

Once the spell wears off Beel insists on carrying you around so you aren't as fatigued and to avoid aggravating your joint pain.

Be prepared for trying a string of different potions and spells to treat your illness, under the watchful eyes of Beel and Lucifer.

Solomon:

After hearing about Lucifer and Satan’s body-switching incident Solomon went looking for another cursed book.

He’d heard some rumor about Satan’s book having a twin and was determined to find it.

And find it he did.

You accidentally touched the book at the same time as him and switched bodies.

Solomon is more intrigued than anything else. “Do you live like this all the time? If so, you do a remarkable job of hiding it.”

He is going to test the limits of your body’s capabilities. He wants to know what situations cause pain or discomfort so that you can’t pretend to be ok when you aren’t.

You’ll have to warn him if he is doing anything that might permanently harm your body.

Unlike some of the others, Solomon doesn’t immediately look for a way to switch back.

When the spell wears off Solomon has a near-complete understanding of your condition. He knows what causes pain, what doesn’t, and what situations you should absolutely avoid.

“Mc, you need to stop pretending you are ok when you’re not. I’ll be here to help you when you need it. And if that help happens to be stopping you from doing foolish things to save face then so be it.”

Solomon keeps a close eye on you from now on. He respects you enough to not tell anyone about your condition if you don’t want him to, but he will also come up with the strangest excuses to remove you from activities he knows will aggravate your condition.

If there is magic that can be used to help you Solomon will find it. Just be prepared to feel a little bit like a lab rat while he figures out the perfect spell or potion to help you.

Simeon:

Simeon wants to know what it feels like to be human. He thinks it would give him a greater understanding of humanity.

He mentions this to Solomon, who being the chaos loving wizard he is, makes a potion to allow Simeon to switch bodies with you.

The problem occurs when Solomon 'forgets’ to tell you both that he’s already put the potion in your tea.

Simeon is shocked. He finds himself in your body. Looking at himself through your eyes. And by god does your body hurt!

“Mc, I’m dreadfully sorry, but I think Solomon’s little joke may have gone wrong. I-everything hurts.”

You blink at Simeon...er Simeon in your body. Mind taking a moment to catch up with the sudden body switch. You feel great. Part of that might be due to being in an angel's body, but mostly it's due to the lack of pain.

“Oh, everything's fine on my end. So it must be my chronic pain. It’s worse today than others.”

“Wh-what do you do when it’s bad?”

“Usually I try to distract myself. Or try to take a nap and hope I wake up feeling better. But we’d made plans and I didn’t want to cancel so…”

“So you decided to deal with extra pain for my sake? Oh, Mc. You should have told me you live like this. I can help”

“There’s no point, Simeon. Not a single doctor I’ve been to has found anything wrong with me. I didn’t want anyone here to pity me.”

“I am an angel, Mc. I’m quite sure I can do a bit more than your human doctors.”

You help Simeon to his room where you spend the afternoon watching human world movies to help distract him.

Simeon sleeps fitfully next to you and as you drift off you wonder if that is how you always look when you let your guard down enough to show your pain.

When the potion wears off you are both asleep, curled up next to each other.

When you wake up you are back in your own body. Simeon is sitting next to you slipping a charmed bracelet onto your wrist. “This is from the Celestial realm. It should help keep your pain at a more manageable level until I can find a more permanent solution.”

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[nextdoor-neighbors]

Frustrations

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: When making Amorentia in Potions, you and Fred Weasley - who you can’t stand - come to a horrifying realization of who your potions smell like.

A/N: I know this isn’t really how Amortenia works but just bare with me, I liked the idea.

Link to Part 2!

“Today, we’ll be making Amortentia.”

“Ooh,” you say, under your breath, shifting in your chair. You’d heard of Amortenia, so you are excited to see what yours will smell like.

“I swear, you’re the only person in this world to get excited over Potions,” your best friend, Cedric, whispers in return, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m not the only one,” you retort, “don’t forget about Snape.”

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Diggory.” 

You look up at the sound of your name, cringing inwardly at Snape’s harsh gaze on you. Normally, your professor didn’t have a problem with you. You could say he liked you, even, considering you were normally the only one in the class to answer his questions.

“Miss Y/L/N. What is Amortentia?”

After rattling off a perfect definition, you hear snickers behind you, which without a doubt in your mind, comes from the Weasley twins. The two boys had always infuriated you with their pranks and their never taking anything seriously. Plus, they always went after you with Bludgers whenever your house played them in Quidditch. You knew they only did things to annoy you because they got a kick out of seeing you get so riled up, but you still fell for it every time.

Snape looks at you once last time before turning away. “Good. But enough with the chitchat in my classroom.”

“Yessir,” you respond, quietly.

Finally, Snape lets you begin. You carefully read through the steps, making sure you measure everything perfectly. Cedric watches you, grinning and shaking his head.

“You really are set on making everything perfectly, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Cedric,” you reply, not taking your eyes off of the substance in the cauldron in front of you, “I really am.”

“Oi, Y/L/N,” one of the Weasleys calls from behind you.

You sigh and turn around, raising an eyebrow as you meet the eyes of Fred Weasley. Fred was most certainly the more annoying of the two, in your opinion.

“What do you want, Weasley?”

“No need to be so harsh. I’m just asking what you think yours will smell like, that’s all.” You can’t help but notice the smirk that plays on Fred’s lips.

You narrow your eyes at him before turning back around. “I hate to break your heart, Weasley, but not you. Not in a million years.”

You risk a glance over your shoulder, just to receive a wink from Fred. “We’ll see about that, darling.”

You turn back around, huffing as you do so, before either of the Weasleys can see the blush spreading on your cheeks. You will it to go away before someone else sees either and gets the wrong idea.

Snape comes over to your table, peering into your cauldron.

“Why don’t you tell the class what yours smells like, Miss Y/L/N, since you’ve finished already?” he drawls, looking at you expectantly.

You lean over your cauldron, inhaling deeply as you try to place the scents that are wafting towards you.

“Mm,” you hum, naming the scents you recognize: “Smoke, like from a firework. And... sweets?” You sit back in your seat, now flushing deeply at the fact that your entire class now knows what you’re attracted to. “I-I think,” you add.

You hear the familiar chuckle behind you, and Snape’s head snaps towards the sound.

“Mr. Weasley,” Snape says sternly, “if you think it’s so funny, and considering yours looks like a disaster, why don’t you come smell Miss Y/L/N’s and tell the class what it smells like to you?”

Fred comes up behind you, so you scoot your chair over slightly so he can smell your Amortentia. You watch as he leans over, his hair falling over his face, and you get a whiff of the smokey scent again. You must be sitting too close to the potion still.

He inhales deeply, a confused look twisting his expression, and sniffs it again.

“Well?” Snape asks, impatiently.

Fred straightens up and shrugs. “Y/L/N is sitting too close to me. All I could smell is her perfume.”

The corner of Snape’s mouth quirks up in amusement as he looks between the two of you.

“That’s all I needed to know. Take a seat, Mr. Weasley,” he says, before turning away and walking to the other side of the room.

You look up at Fred, horror sinking in as you realize what Snape meant. You watch your feelings reflected on Fred’s face and the realization sets in for him, too, and he quickly turns away to head back to his seat.

You risk a look over at Cedric, who’s stifling a laugh.

“Oh, shut up,” you hiss at him, blushing again. Fred Weasley, attracted to you? He couldn’t be. All he did was tease you. And plus, there was no way you were attracted to him in return. I mean, what you smelled...

You start thinking about it, and it all makes sense, but in a terrible way. No, no, there had to be someone else who could be associated with those smells. Right?

Class ends, and you’re still deep in your thoughts as you gather your books. You have a free period next, so you’re probably just going to go hang out with Cedric at the library, like the two of you normally do. But as you’re leaving the classroom, your head lowered, you feel a hand on your back.

You look up in surprise, only to be face to face with Fred Weasley himself.

“What?”

He sighs at you. “Can I just talk to you? Without you hating my guts for five minutes?”

You blanch, guilt settling in at your harsh reaction, so you merely nod and let Fred lead the way down the halls, until you finally find an empty corridor. You both stop, standing somewhat defensively, in the middle of the hallway.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” Fred begins, “or, actually, ever find out, but here we are.”

The boy standing in front of you isn’t the annoying, constantly teasing and joking boy you’ve known for years, and it shocks you. He looks at you sheepishly, waiting for your response. But, honestly, you’re speechless. You’d spent so much time over the years simply looking at the things that irritated you about Fred that you never looked at the good things. For example, you had to admit that he was very good at Quidditch, despite the many times he nearly sent you to the Hospital Wing. And looking up at him now, you can't help notice that he is quite good looking. You’ve never been into gingers, but...

“Find out that you fancy me, you mean?” you ask, cocking your head.

When Fred doesn’t answer right away, you continue: “Why?”

He shrugs, his gaze locked on you, and you see the corner of his mouth beginning to twitch. You knew he couldn’t be serious for long. Oh, no, maybe this is all a joke. Maybe he didn’t actually smell your perfume, and maybe he just said that to mess with you, and-

“Oh, Merlin,” you say, breathily, cutting Fred off before he can even begin to answer your question. You’re so stupid, of course it was a joke. After all, it’s Fred Weasley you’re talking about. And to think, you were actually considering your feelings for him.

“This is all a joke, isn’t it?” you scoff, backing up. You watch as Fred’s face contorts, several different expressions passing over it in a matter of seconds. He steps towards you.

“No, Y/N-“ You can’t help but notice, through your embarrassment and anger, that this is the first time he’s called you by your first name.

“Y/N,” he continues, “it’s not, I-“

You step back once more, fuming, your back hitting the wall of the corridor.

“And how am I supposed to believe that, Fred, when that’s all everything is to you? Right? Oh, except for Quidditch, when you’re trying to kill me!”

Fred’s hand, palm splayed, lands on the brick wall next to your head, making you flinch. He leans close, frustration, heat, and that smokey smell radiating off of him. You look up at him, your heart pounding out of your chest and your breath catching in your throat.

“Y/N,” he repeats, his voice low and husky.

“What, Fred?” you respond when he doesn’t continue, your voice sounding shaky and far-away.

“If you’d just let me talk,” he says, slowly and quietly, making your stomach flip, “instead of being the know-it-all that you are all the bloody time-”

“Then what?” you cut him off, but you just can’t help it, not with all the feelings boiling inside of you. You’re angry and hurt and irritated and just a little turned on and- “Then you could laugh at me and tell me you lied about the Amorentia just to see how I’d react because mine smelled like you and you wanted to humiliate me?”

“Do you ever just stop talking?”

“Listen, you git-”

You’re cut off by Fred’s lips on yours. You fall into the kiss for just a second, taking in the softness of his lips, his smell, his body closing in on yours, and oh, Merlin, the passion and anger behind it, but once you process what’s going on, you put your hands on his chest and push him back, but not too far.

“Fred,” you say, at a loss for words between heavy breaths, because bloody hell, he’s a good kisser.

“Are you going to let me talk now?” he says, stepping back from you, much to your dismay. His eyes are dark, and as you watch him look you up and down briefly, you know it’s over for you. You have to give in. He’s just too damn addicting.

“No, I’m not.” you say, “Kiss me.”

That dastardly smirk appears on his lips as he steps back towards you, closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours again. Next thing you know, his hands are gripping behind your thighs and he’s lifting you, pressing your back against the wall as you wrap your legs around his waist and grab two fistfuls of his hair. The two of you meet each other’s hungry and ferocity, but it’s constantly increasing, as if you just want to one-up each other about who wants the other more. He bites your lip, hard, and you gasp, both from the pain and the pleasure.

“I knew it!”

Fred practically drops you as you both process the voice coming from down the corridor. You scramble to your feet, adjusting your skirt and hair as nonchalantly as possible, turning towards the source.

George Weasley and Cedric stand, staring at you and Fred with amusement. Well, George looks amused, while Cedric looks mostly concerned. You know you’ll have a lot of explaining to do later.

“I- we- it wasn’t-”

Fred picks up his books and begins walking down the hall towards his twin. But not before he turns around and gives you yet another once-over, winking at you with that smirk.

“See you next period, Y/L/N.”

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[shootingstarwritings]

Chemical Reaction

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.  

“Ahhh!” Michelle cried out, slamming her phone onto the table she and her friends were having lunch at.

At first, neither of them took a glance, just happily munching on their meals until Michelle cleared her throat and said, “Umm, UTV is having a concern next month! In our state!”

“AAAAHHHH!”

Finally, the response it deserves, Michelle thought as her friends joined in the shrieks.

“I’ve been waiting years for them to tour this dump,” Michelle’s friend, Cindy, said. “Can you believe it?”

“I’m practically dying,” their other friend, a girl who preferred to go by Nebula, said in a monotone voice. “But like, in a good way. Never thought UTV would ever have a comeback tour and stop by here in the armpit of the nation.” Nebula took the phone and eagerly began to read through the website details.

Cindy set her boba tea down and let out another quick shriek. “I was just watching their last tour the other night. It must be fate that this is happening.” She took Michelle’s hand, oblivious to Michelle’s blush, and cheered. “Luckily we got UTV’s number one fan as a bestie, huh, Nebby?”

Nebula cringed at the nickname but didn’t respond. Her attention too focused on the phone as her grimace grew. “Uh, Nebby? Everything ok?” Michelle asked.

“No, it isn’t. This concert’s being held on the other side of the goddamn state and neither of us have a car.” Nebula slammed the phone on the table and crossed her arms. “The universe just loves giving me hope just to dash them at the last second.” Looking up at the sky, she said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill me already?”

Michelle gasped and took the phone back. Nebula was right. It’d take hours on the highway to reach the concert site and on top of that they’d probably need to stay a night at a nearby hotel to save up on having to do two back and forth trips. None of their parents would trust the three with cars or staying a hotel by themselves. By now, the fantasy of UTV playing in front of her was slowly growing further and further away—just out of reach. “This… can’t be happening.”

Cindy scowled and slammed her hands on the table, not caring at the glares she kept receiving. “Fucking—goddamn—motherfucking! Ahh!” At first it seemed as though she would exploded, but settled for merely lying down on the table, sighing. “What’s the point of being 18 when you can’t even drink or have a car or anything?”

“Such is the plight of the young woman,” said Nebula. “We have rights but we don’t have rights.”

“Then let’s take our rights back.” Michelle stood up from her chair, glaring defiantly at whatever god or demon decided to fuck with her chances to taste UTV’s sweat live on concert while they played. “You guys forget about my special little brew?”

Nebula and Cindy stared at her blankly before gasping. They both grinned, sharing an excited glint in their eyes. “Girl, you never fail to disappoint me,” said Cindy, shining like the sun.

“And Michelle gives us another ray of hope,” Nebula said like a prayer. “Hard to believe a saint walks among us.”

“Full moon’s in a few weeks. So we got plenty of time to get the potion ready.”

“But, who you gonna take over this time?” Cindy asked. “Our folks’d get suspicious about one of them suddenly be willing to chaperon us for a UTV concert. If it was the fucking Beetles, maybe...”

“Oh, I won’t be taking over any of our parents,” said Michelle, smirking as she visualized her target. “Just watch, girls. I’ll get us a car and a little chaperon for us.”

Michelle’s older brother, Frankie, was on the verge of graduating college. Pursuing a degree in Business and minoring in Econ, he was a gifted entrepreneur and already had a small business with some buddies from the same program. Not only that, but he had seriously bulked up in the years spent in his university’s newly built gym.

And all of that was the reason why Michelle had never hated Frank as much as she did now. Every time he went to the town’s gym with his fuckboy friends, he posted it online for the world to see. And, unfortunately, Michelle had the misfortune to witness friends and family gush over her brother through their brown-nosing social media posts.

However, Michelle had the opportunity to nab that all for herself. This was the first year Frank was gonna stay with his family for the summer, and Michelle wasn’t going to let that opportunity slide. The concert was a simple excuse to take advantage of that and help her friends out at the same time. A win-win for all except her bro.

On the night of a full moon, Michelle brewed the potion to use next time Frankie came back from the gym. UTV’s concert was coming up soon, but she had already reserved the tickets and hotel room by snatching up Frankie’s credit card while he wasn’t looking. “To make up for all the birthdays he missed,” she told herself.

Frankie returned a few hours after Michelle’s plan was in motion. “Hey Michelle!” he said, roughly ruffling Michelle’s hair as he arrived from the gym. She knew it was unintentional, but he was always rough with his affection. “How you doing?”

Michelle shrugged. “Going about it day by day. College’s looking more and more unaffordable by the second.”

Frankie grinned and laughed. “Hey, don’t worry! Worst comes to worst, I’ll help mom and dad pay for your tuition. I really want my li’l sis to enjoy college like I did.”

Michelle beamed at him, glad to see he didn’t suspect anything. “You must be parched after spending so long in the gym.” Taking out a sports drink container full of her potion, he tossed it to her eager brother. “Here. My treat.”

“Hey, thanks!” Without even checking what was inside, Frankie threw his head back and chugged most of the contents. Gullible as always, Michelle thought, only barely managing to suppress her smirk. “This shit taste fan-fucking-tastic, Michelle. Buy me some more if you get the chance.” Frankie ruffled her hair some more before making his way over to his room.

“Ten-mississippi, nine-mississippi,” Michelle counted down after a few minutes passed. Once she got down to zero, she walked over to her brother’s room and pressed her ear against the door. A thud and a low moan soon followed. Perfect. She threw the door open and found her brother lying on the ground and struggling to reach the door. “Hey there, bro,” Michelle said, grinning madly at her prey.

“Mi-Mi...” Frankie tried to speak, not having the energy to do so. “Heeeeelp…”

“Don’t worry, Frankie,” she said, walking around him and staring down at his naked, muscular back that would soon be hers. “That pain’ll end soon. And then I’ll feel so much better.” All his brother could even say was a moan of agony. “Don’t worry your dumb head over it. Just lie back and enjoy.”

He couldn’t even say anything in return as Michelle kneeled down and pressed her hand against his back. After a bit of force, Michelle’s hand fully sunk into him, as though his body was liquid. Frank let out a pitiful moan as his sister penetrated him, but she paid him no mind. In fact, Michelle enjoyed it. “I’ll be gentle,” she giggled.

Frankie let out another moan as Michelle placed both of her hands and feet inside of him, phasing through his skin with little resistance. “Wh-Whyyyy?” he managed to utter, squinting and blinking in the unbearable uncomfort that the possession process caused. His breathing was reduced to quick gulps of air and groans of agony bordering on pleasure from bondage.

“Because it’s my turn to have all those privileges!” Michelle shouted as she pressed more of herself into her bother. “It’s my goddamn turn to be the golden child. It’s my fucking birthright you piece of shit!” Frankie grimaced as his sister slowly sank further into the depths of depravity.

Hearts and souls mixed into one; a cocktail of ecstasy and terror as Michelle fully phased into her own brother. Frankie turned over, his back to the floor as limbs coiled and his core rose and fell with endless convulsions. “Lemme goooo…!” Frankie tried to say again.

Michelle ignored his screams. Instead, she focused her resolve while she navigated his core and soul. Arm in arm, leg in leg—Michelle oriented her now intangible, phantasmic form to drive into her brother’s much larger body. Physical sensations were slow but eventually came to her. The pleasurably soreness of the gym alongside the strain of resisting possession gently washing over Michelle. She flexed her fingers as her brother moaned in panic.

“I-I can’t feel my hands...” he said as Michelle began to flex and feel the strong, firm muscle just beneath his skin. “Michelle, I can’t feel myself. Please…”

“Ssshhhh, relax, Frankie,” Michelle whispered as the her brother’s limbs warmed under her control. “Oooh!” she said, wincing with pleasure as the lovely soreness that comes from a nice and productive day at the gym nearly overwhelmed her. In that brief window, Frankie made a desperate dash towards the door only to fall flat on his face. Despite his will, he sat criss-crossed and started clapping, as if to mock his escape attempt.

“What’s wrong, bro?” said Michelle, matching her brother’s inflection as she spoke, “Just think of this as a sorta work out. Look at how much you’re sweating.” Feeling frisky, Michelle put her shirt over her nose and took a deep whiff to her brother’s disgust.

“Ohhhh, oh god, you smell like such a boy,” she cackled, so uncharacteristic in the normally chill Frankie. Michelle leaned back and lied down on the floor, moving and shaking her hips, toes curled and thighs rubbing against each other as an erection grew. Frankie continued moaning, but Michelle could feel his resistance weaken as the friction grew.

“P-Please, go ahead,” Frankie said, his quivering lips flipping to a lewd smile. “F-Fuck, use me like a doll, Michelle.” Michelle grinned. All of her victims, for the most part, were ‘stained.’ Bits of Michelle’s soul always managed to worm their way towards her victims. The preacher in her old Church group, the phys ed. teacher, and even a local officer were all perfectly fine with becoming tools for Michelle. Now, her brother would be the same way. “Just use me like a goddamn costume. Take me over. Fuck my brains out ‘til I can’t even remember my name. JUST—NNGGGH—JUST FUCKING USE ME!”

Frankie shot load after load of cum, staining his gym shorts even more than his trip to the gym had. “Ohhh,” Michelle sighed, stretching her new core and flexing her stolen limbs.

Each muscle stretched with a satisfying pop! Not just that, but the new weight and the height that Michelle was now endowed with gave her a brand new appreciation for her own home. All of a sudden, Michelle needed to duck to go through the doorframes as she strode through her house. “Mmm, real nice. Damn straight,” she laughed with her brother’s low baritone. “Damn, bro! Lookit these fucking tits,” Michelle said as she bounced her pecs. “I could give such a good titjob with these things. You really were letting your assets go to waste.”

With a quick slap on her new ass, Michelle took her phone and began texting her parents and friends. In just a few convincing words, UTV’s concert was within reach.

“HO-LEY-SHIT,” shrieked Cindy as they drove to the hotel. “Michelle, I dunno how you do it, but you’re a goddamn miracle-worker.”

Michelle spares a quick glance at her brother’s handsome face before focusing back on the highway. “Well, y’know me,” she said, enjoying the low rumbling in her chest. “I’ve got the magic touch,” she said with a snap of her fingers.

“And the magic muscles,” said Cindy, running her hand down Frankie’s thick thighs. “God, your brother got so lucky with these genes. Like, everyone’s gonna be drooling over your bro’s big-ass body!”

“If they’re not busy drooling over UTV,” Nebula said, spread over the backside, arms folded in front of her chest like she was resting in a coffin. “Speaking of drooling, Cindy, turn it back a notch. Michelle’s still driving and I’d rather not end up in a coffin yet. Not ‘til I have the money to buy an expensive one.” Cindy immediately pulled her hand back to Michelle’s chagrin.

“Yikes, my bad!” said Cindy, tittering. Had it just been a joke, Michelle thought before turning to focus on traffic again. “Guess I got carried away. Sorry Mi-mi.”

Mi-mi...

“No, no, it’s no problem,” she said, shrugging awkwardly in this body that wasn’t used to it. Frankie melted away and Michelle felt back to that awkward girl that used magic to artificially give herself that confidence again. The rest of the ride was mainly Nebula and Cindy chatting back and forth with Michelle occasionally chiming in—just as it always was. Even in her brother’s body, in the body of a priest, an officer, and even a teacher, Michelle was Michelle. And thus, she was not confident, powerful, and she was certainly not Cindy’s lover.

An endless series of “I’m not,” thought Michelle, glaring at the road ahead.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at the hotel and left their stuff. “Only two beds,” Nebula noted. “We can share, Cindy. Frankie’s body’s kinda huge. It’d be like a soup spoon with a kitchen spoon.”

“Why do you have to mention spooning?” Michelle muttered, staring down at the ground.

Cindy said, “Sure, sounds good! I wouldn’t mind not getting crushed, tbh,” as if she didn’t hear Michelle.

“Well, let’s get going,” said Nebula. “UTV time!”

“AAAAHHHHH!” Though slow at first, Michelle joined in her friends’ shrieking, causing an imbalanced but still welcomed baritone to join in the excitement.

The concert, as expected, was great. UTV’s fusion of pop and metal combined with their looks filled the concert hall to its limit. People of all kinds from co-eds with bright futures to homely, middle-aged moms came from all over the state to listen to the comeback tour.

The one who stood out the most and kept getting conspicuous yet lustful looks was Michelle. She moved her borrowed body to the rhythm, breaking into a sweat. For the moment, caught up in the harmony, she forgot about Frankie and Michelle and only enjoyed the music. The eyes she caught remained unnoticed, even Cindy’s.

Once the concert wrapped up, Michelle sat by some nearby bleachers, stretching her sore muscles. “Damn, didn’t think dancing was like a full-body workout.” She looked around, trying to find her friends. Somehow, Nebula and Cindy wandered off without her realizing. “Nebby! Cindy!” she called out, forcing herself to stand up tall as she searched for them.

“Uhhh...” A chill went down Michelle’s neck as she heard a low yet familiar moan come from behind. She turned around and saw a half-conscious Nebula being supported by a grimacing Cindy.

“Mi-mi! Heeeelp!” Cindy said. Michelle ran over and almost threw Nebula to the roof with her new-found strength. “Oh, my bad...”

“Uhh, I’m sooo sleepy,” said Nebula with a long, drawn-out yawn. “Take me to the hotel room.”

“What happened?”

“Drank too much,” said Cindy, sighing. “She’s a sleepy drunk. Always was.”

“It was real goooood,” mewled Nebula.

“You’re gonna have to carry her,” said Cindy. “Dunno if you noticed, but uh...” she gave a weak flex, showing off her twiggy arms. Michelle doubted Cindy carried anything heavier than her purse.

“No prob,” said Michelle. Not for the first time, she was glad that her brother had such a large back. Carrying Nebula was like carrying a school backpack.

Nebula let out a small yawn and hugged Michelle close. “You’re like a giant pillow,” she muttered, nuzzling close to Michelle’s neck.

Cindy looked on with a blank expression.

“W-Well,” said Michelle, her face hot, “Let’s get going.”

“Yeah...”

The walk to the hotel was a silent agony. Cindy just looked to the side, dodging questions with one-word responses. And Michelle wasn’t the greatest conversationalist, so all she could offer was, “So how ‘bout that concert?” and, “Y’know I think Zac looked pretty sweet tonight,” before falling into silence as well.

When the three of them finally arrived at the hotel, Michelle took special care to tuck Nebula in. “Well, looks like we’ll be sleeping together,” Cindy muttered. Michelle reddened but agreed. “What, not even gonna say anything?” said Cindy, raising her voice. “You think I’m that gross?”

“N-No…!” said Michelle, eyes glued to the floor.

“Well, I’m gonna go take a shower. See ya in a sec,” Cindy said. Carelessly and without shame, she threw off her shirt and bra to the side before strutting to the bathroom. Did she want Michelle to get an eyeful or…?

Michelle sighed and sat down on the empty bed. She stared up at the ceiling, her head a complete mess. What was Cindy trying to do? Seduce her? Or was she just messing with her?

I’m not gonna stand for this, Michelle found herself thinking, surprising herself. If she wants a dicking who am I to say no? Only the polite thing to do. Without realizing it, Michelle had been rubbing the hard on in her brother’s shorts. A few moans left her borrowed lips as she envisioned Cindy’s naked body, breasts swaying back and forth. Then, she flicked her brother’s nipples and shuddered as electric tingles wracked her body. “Ohh, hurry up, Cindy.” Michelle hadn’t understood what a sex drive really was until she dove into the body of her older brother.

Just before Michelle ripped the shorts off and just started whacking it right then and there, the bathroom’s door opened. Cindy stepped out wearing nothing but a towel. “Wow, I thought I took the hot shower,” she said, cocking an eyebrow at Michelle. “You’re looking redder than a tomato.”

Michelle swallowed and allowed her body to go with the flow. She stood up from the bed and smoothly sauntered towards Cindy. Her towering height only helped give her the edge as she leaned against the wall and said, “Sup, girl. Feelin’ lucky tonight?”

Cindy looked down at Frankie’s erection. A naughty glint appeared in her eyes and she said, “I thought you’d never ask.” She leaned in and kissed Michelle without warning.

For a moment, Michelle was ready to call it quits and retreat, but the raging stallion that churned inside of her brother’s loins pushed her forward. “Yeah...” she moaned into Cindy’s mouth. The hormones and excitement of a first kiss and a jock’s raging sex drive fused into a man that hungered. She lifted Cindy up and carried her over to the bed, their lips never splitting. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you,” she said, surprised at her gentle yet passionate words. Her brother—and now her—was a real gentleman. “I’ll be gentle...” she whispered.

Cindy whimpered. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Michelle swallowed. The spell had warned what sex with another person while possessing would lead to. The union of two souls into one while one soul was hijacking another would lead to an inseparable fusion. Not just Michelle, but reality as a whole would be changed forever.

“The meeting of two personalities…” That Carl Jung quote was still fresh on her mind, ever since the day she had read it on that spellbook. However, despite the fear and hesitation that Michelle should have felt in that instance never materialized.

“Both are changed forever,” Michelle said to herself, smirking as she realized that she would finally discard the shy girl always dragged herself down. Always afraid to try something new or embrace opportunities.

Michelle peeled the towel from towel from Cindy’s body, reveling in the little show she was making for herself. First the thighs, then the hips, and finally the cute stomach and her breasts. “Like what you see?” teased Cindy. “Well? Don’t leave me hanging, Mi-mi. Lemme see your bro’s goods.”

“You mean my goods?” said Michelle as she lifted her shift over her borrowed shoulders. “C’mon, just say Frankie, sweetie.” She leaned in and kissed Cindy once more, rubbing her thighs with one hand while removing her shorts with another.

Giggling, Cindy said, “Sure, Frankie,” before gasping as she caught sight of the large, erect cock just hanging in the air. “H-Hey, make sure you take it easy, ok?” For what must’ve been the first time in her life, Michelle witnessed a sheepish Cindy. “Never had anything that big in my life.”

“I told ya. I’ll be careful.”

“…Okay, I trust you.”

Michelle began with a few fingers. Cindy’s moans pushed her to continue. Once she was wet and comfortable, Michelle finally began to thrust inside of Cindy, getting a few moans out of the girl.

“Damn, you’re tight,” muttered Michelle.

“It’s not that, stupid,” said Cindy, “you’re way too big.”

“Sorry, sorry—“

“Just shut up and fuck me!”

Grinning, Michelle just said, “Whatever you say, ma’am,” as Cindy rolled her eyes. She worked into an even but still powerful rhythm. Her brother’s hips moved like a natural, only picking up speed when Cindy, through clenched teeth, demanded more. Meanwhile, Michelle took the liberty to explore every inch of Cindy she had looked but never touched out of lust and envy. Now, it was just pure pleasure and a desire to elicit more moans out of her partner. Confidence in her brother’s muscle memory fueled Michelle further.

“F-Fuck, Mi—Frankie, keep going—AH—keep going. Harder!” Cindy moaned and leaned back against the bed as Michelle increased her thrust.

The bed creaked and shook. From the other bed, just a few feet away, Nebula stirred before going back to sleep, unaware of Michelle’s actions. But she didn’t care. All she could focus on was ramming herself even deeper inside of Cindy and even deeper inside of Frankie’s soul. The boundaries between “I” and “he” thinned as the climax built up in Frankie’s loins.

“Say my name,” said Michelle.

“Frankie.”

“Again...” said Michelle, thrusting particular deep inside of Cindy. Cindy’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as she stuttered out, “Fr-Frankie!”

“A-AH FUCK,” said Michelle. She could feel her ball churning and her core stiffen. “One more time. Say my goddamn name! With feeling.”

Cindy clenched her teeth, her legs trembling as Michelle slammed into her particularly hard—nearly lifting the bed from the floor. “Your name is Frankie!” she shouted as she climaxed.

“FUCK YEAH IT IS!” Frankie roared to the heavens as he came.

The following morning went by as a blur, but Frankie didn’t mind. The book warned about some level of jetlag once reality shifted. It wasn’t everyday that a wizard completely changed the world in his favor.

“C’mon, Frank,” said Nebula in her usual deadpan voice. “UTV’s gonna play again today. Heard that they were gonna dedicate this day to one of their music coaches or something.”

“Slow down, Nebby,” Frankie chuckled. Cindy was clinging to his arm, humming to herself as she leisurely strolled to the concert grounds. It was as if a miracle had landed on her lap and she was determined to indulge in every second of it. Frankie sighed but didn’t mind. “Got a clingy girl over here.”

Nebula grimaced. “Can’t believe I agreed to be the third wheel in this tour.” She turned to stare longinly at a poster of UTV. “Think I can snag one of them if I try hard enough?”

“Nebby, a woman can achieve she desires,” said Frankie, licking his lips as he caught his own reflection from a nearby window. “When two folks meet, who knows what’ll happen?”

#male possession #straight stuff #brother possession

[flower-slut004]

I have a request! How about what it would be like if Benny (MBAV) asked you out on a date, but without any magic? ... I saw your thing about your writers block and didn't think you already did this so it is just a thought. I just thought it would be a cute idea.

Three Days Without Magic- Benny Weir

Note: This is a cute idea, thanks for sending it in 🥺🤍. Sorry for taking so long btw 🤍

“I can totally do anything without using magic” Benny defended himself as he walked with Ethan. “Benny, You used a spell just to tie your shoes. You’ve gotten a bit lazy” Ethan sighs.

Benny opened his mouth and closed it when he had no response “Okay….maybe I have gotten lazy but I can totally do anything without using magic”.

Benny looked over to where YN was standing at her locker as she grabbed her textbooks. Benny froze in his spot and grabbed on to Ethan. Ethan glared at his best friend until he caught on.

“Anything huh…why don’t you ask out YN without using a courage spell….” Ethan smirked as he pushed him. “What? No no, You’re right I can’t do anything without using magic” Benny shook his head

“Benny it’s easy just-“ Ethan was interrupted by Benny’s scoff “If it’s so easy go ask out Sarah”. Ethan rolled his eyes “Let’s make a bet… if you ask out Yn without magic, I’ll ask out Sarah”.

Benny stared at Yn until she looked up from her locker and waved to Benny. He felt his heart caught in his throat and shyly waved back.

“Okay….I’ll do it….I’ll ask her out…” he nods as he walks over.

Ethan slightly cheered as he watched his best friend walk over. He tilted his head confused as he watched the two of them have a short conversation and Benny rushing back.

“What did she say?” Ethan asked “I…. I couldn’t do it….. I asked if we had homework” Ethan shook his head “Dude….” Benny sighed “Give me three days”.

DAY ONE

“Benny can you pass me Hydrochloric acid?” Yn asked as she looked at the chemicals in front of her. Benny didn’t hear her as he stared at her “Ben?” she looked over

Benny turned red as he scrambled to write down false notes “Um…what? Sorry I wasn’t listening…” Yn smiled sweetly at him “The hydrochloric acid, for the lesson”

“Yeah yeah, totally sure” he handed her. “So… Yn… me and Ethan were having a conversation last night. It’s weird but I need a girls perspective. Ethan says girls like dinners and movies, you know the typical stuff, as dates.” he explained. “I said girls like more creative stuff, like…. picnics” he phrased to see her reaction.

“What type of dates would you like?” He asked. Yn looked away from her beaker “Picnics are cute totally, I like dates where I know the dude put his thoughts into it. He knows what I like and incorporates that as well” she explains

“So like…say….home-movie theater in the backyard….with a stack of your favorite movies along with snacks?” Benny asked. Yn gave a big smile “Yeah, exactly!”

Benny felt his palms turn sweaty as he knew what he had to ask next “Cool…cool so…um… you know…” Benny fumbled over his words.

Before Benny could say another word the bell rang shit. he thought. “I know what?” Yn asked as she packed her stuff. “You know….um forget it…

DAY TWO

“So I went and rented her favorite movies and I asked my grandmother to help me make her favorite (food), didn’t use any magic so ha” Benny bragged nervously at lunch.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” Yn asked as she came along with Sarah and Erica. “You mean the poor girl” Erica scoffed.

“You’re just jealous you can’t get a date without eating them Erica” Yn rolled her eyes as she returned her attention to Benny.

Erica rolled her eyes as she picked at her nails. “Anyways, who’s the lucky girl?” Yn repeated her question.

Benny felt dizzy and sweaty as she looked at him. He silently cursed himself for not secretly taking a courage potion. “Uh you know, it’s a for a girl. That I uh like” he sputtered out.

Sarah and Yn looked at Benny as if he grew a second head as Ethan cringed at his best friend’s attempt to hide his crush. “We know that part dipshit, who is the girl” Erica snarled annoyed.

Benny avoided eye contact with Yn as she waited for his response “Let’s just drop it please” he begged. Erica huffed as she looked over at Sarah and Yn “Why do we hang out with them again?”.

DAY THREE

“Hey um Yn…watcha got there?” Benny asked as he nervously gripped his backpack straps.

“It’s a secret admirer letter” Yn grinned as she showed him.

Benny nervously smiled as he looked at his own handwriting hoping YN wouldn’t notice. “Wow this guy really likes you….” Benny smiles.

Yn nodded happily as she took it back “Can you do a tracking spell? I want to find out who wrote this” she looks over at him.

“I can’t” Benny frowned at her. Yn smile turned into a frown as well “Why not?”. Benny scratched his head as he looked over at where Ethan was standing.

Ethan rose his wrist up and tapped it to signal time was running out. Benny groaned as he had no choice but to say the truth “I can’t do a tracking spell… because Im the one who wrote the letter” he revealed.

Benny didn’t look at her after the confession and focused on the floor. “I wanted to ask you ou” Benny was interrupted when he felt something soft on his cheek. It took him a minute to realize, Yn kissed his cheek.

His face became a flush pink as he looked up at her “I’d love to go on a date with you Benny” she smiles as she grabs his hand. “Pick me up at six”. she gave another quick peck as she walked away.

“Told you didn’t need magic to ask her out” Ethan teased as he walked over. “Yeah” Benny breathed out still not believing what happened.

“Now you have to ask out Sarah”

“Shit”

#multifandom imagines #my babysitter's a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire #benny weir #benny weir x reader #benny weir imagine