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devildomditzy · 1 year

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Pacts 2; Levi - A Mammon x MC Fic

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Ah, nothing like a nice mist hitting your face on a hot day to keep you cool from the sweltering heat of hell.

Was it a light rain that suddenly moved in, uninvited? no.

Was it one of those flimsy tourist fans found at human realm theme parks that mixed a laughable amount of water into its foam propellers to bring your body temperature down?

of course not.

Was it your demonic boyfriend spitting out your shared bufo egg tea all over your face in shock at the words that had just left your mouth? bingo.

“YA WANNA WHAT?!”

“First of all, gross,” you grimace, wiping the remnants of the drink off of your cheeks and out of your eyes. “Second of all, I said I want to form a pact with Levi.”

“W-Why do ya need to go a do a thing like that for! You’ve got me! Ain’t I enough?!”

You can’t help the small smile that begins to form on your lips. Of course he’d get jealous over this. And while Mammon was certainly more than enough on his own for you personally, you simply couldn’t help but want to get closer to your newly forced housemates.

“It’s not that! You’re perfect. It would just…be nice you know…to have more than one friend here. And to maybe get to know your brothers more?”

“T-There’s no need! I can tell ya anything about them ya wanna know!”

“You know that’s not what I mean. I want to be friends with them!”

“And out of all of em to be friends with, ya pick Levi?!”

You roll your eyes at your incredulous pact mate. “Well, he was the first one to talk to me besides you. And he didn’t have to be forced to, unlike some people”.

While you mutter the last part under your breath, it was still loud enough to hear, causing a swift flick to your forehead from the second born.

“Oi! Do I gotta remind ya he used ya to make me pay him back? He saw ya as a means to an end! At least I saw ya for what you were.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“A spoiled brat”, he mocks, ruffling a hand atop your head causing you to lightly push him back.

“Cmon. I didn’t make you and Beel marathon TSL for nothing! Levi’s not gonna just befriend some normie who doesn’t know their stuff! I gotta get good!”

“Gross! You’re even startin’ to sound like him.”

“Lol.”

“Ugh! Stop, I feel like I’m on a date with my brother!”

“Lmao. Rofl.”

“CAN IT!”

Mammon takes another irritated sip of tea before continuing, “How’d ya expect to do that anyway huh? It’s Levi we’re talkin’ about. The only person he’s nice to ain’t even a person. It’s a damn fish for cryin’ out loud!”

Your eyes twinkle in determination. “Maybe he just hasn’t met anyone like me!”

Mammon breaks out into a cackle at that one. “Yeah, you’re certainly somethin’!” He can hardly contain his laughter. “Aw shut up”, you shine, playfully pushing his shoulder. “It’ll work! I’ve already got a plan!”

“Ah- does this little ‘plan’ involve me?”, he questions, whipping away a stray tear.

You shoot him a mischievous look as you steal the cup away from him. “Yes, to some degree.”

“Damn. You’re really hellbent on this, huh?”

You nod in agreement. Of course you were, though why you could not disclose to the demon in front of you. You’ve heard someone? or something? calling to you from the top of that spiral staircase ever since you got here, the one Lucifer was determined to keep you from climbing. Unlucky for him, you were just as determined to get up there. The others must be suspicious too, considering the fact they’ve been dropping hints on how to catch Levi off guard.

Appealing to his music aficionado side with a rare cursed record was sure to work to lure Lucifer from the place his been guarding steadfast, but first you had to obtain said record. Of course, that’s were Levithan came in, the owner of the TSL record. Also, adding one more demon friend to your repertoire wouldn’t hurt. The more the merrier.

A TSL quiz, you wagered to the third born, to prove who was the biggest fan. Talking about TSL was about the only way to get him to interact with you, and it seems he wasn’t gonna budge. If he wants you to prove you can be a bigger dweeb then him, fine. So be it. As long as it brought you closer together.

And one step closer to the top of that staircase.

You stand up abruptly, wiping the front of your uniform off. “C’mon, we’re going to go talk to Simeon.”

Your lover looks at you with an annoyed gaze. “Ugh, why do I have to come? I don’t need anythin’ from the angel or the pipsqueak.”

“No, but you’ll do it because you looooove me? Or, you know, I could just command you to come with me?”, you point out, a crucial detail that he seems to forget often.

“Hey! You can’t play those cards! That’s cheatin’”.

You lean forward to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I learned from the best!”.

The second born (begrudgingly) grabs your hand as you walk towards purgatory hall together in search of Simeon at the behest of Satan’s advice. You needed something big to stump Levi, something he can’t one up you on, something that will make him jealous. And for some reason, it seems the answer to your prayers lie with the angel.

“WHAT!? Woah woah woah slow down! Ya mean to tell me you know what happens in the ninth volume of The Seven Lords!?”, your boyfriend questions, openly gawking at the angel sitting across from you.

Simeon chuckles fondly, “Is that so hard to believe?”. As you converse, Luke sits at his side, pouring you a steaming cup of devilwood tea all the while throwing the man sitting next to you a look that could kill.

“How do ya know all this? What happens to Geldie? To the Lord of Fools? To Henry? Ya gotta tell me!”, Mammon all but begs the angel.

Once again Simeon let’s out a laugh at his astonishment. “Let’s just say the author and I are…close.”

“Isn’t this a series of books? How does Mammon know about it? Does he even know how to read?”, pips the smaller of the two, still holding his glare steady.

“Oi! How dare ya speak to yer elders like that! Course I can read!”

“How long did it take you to finish all eight books?”, questions Luke in an innocent voice you can tell is laced with venom.

“Uh- I uh- I didn’t read the books. I-Im not some nerd! I watched the movies. B-but I coulda read em if I wanted to!”

Luke’s laughter fills the room as Simeon has to hold back another giggle.

“Shaddup, tiny! Even yer laughs sound like yapping.”

Luke snaps to attention at his comment, Mammon’s teasing.

“Hey! I am not a chihuahua!”, he shouts, crossing his arms across his chest.

You give Simeon an apologetic glance on behalf of your second half. He simply responds back with a knowing one, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder.

“Luke, would you please go brew some more tea for our guests?”, he asks as gently as he can.

"Hmph!", Luke indignantly huffs as he snatched the kettle off the table and heads towards the kitchen.

Simeon settles back on the couch after watching Luke leave the room. Facing the two of you once more, he says, “I suggest the two of you make yourselves comfortable. This… may take awhile.”

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thedreadvampy · 5 months

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My housemate is moving out in January

She told us this a week or two ago, when she sat down and, after sitting with us watching TV for over an hour, said "hey so I bought a house and I'm moving out. We agreed on 2 months notice so I won't move until the end of January."

The last time she talked in the immediate terms about buying a house was in 2021, when the sale she was working on fell though and she was unemployed so it was a "when I'm back in a position to look I'll start looking again." Since then I've occasionally asked her how she's doing on the house buying front and she's been like "oh I'm getting there financially" but hasn't mentioned anything concrete.

She didn't tell us she was looking at places. She didn't tell us she had put in an offer. She told us when the offer was finalised. A week AFTER she emailed the letting agent about getting out of her part of the lease. And, it increasingly feels like, only because the letting agent's response was that we had to agree to change the lease.

The letting agent's response (which our housemate obviously didn't copy us into; we had to follow up separately and they copied us into the email chain) also includes that when we change the lease, they're empowered to change the rent, quote, "no cap". Rent was already going up in January - there's no possibility of Sam and I paying her share of the rent.

The really fucking upsetting thing is we're not strangers. This isn't a casual "housemate we found on flatshare" thing. She and Sam have lived together literally their entire adult lives. Me and her have known each other well over a decade. I lived in her and Sam's flat when I was homeless. We were the first people she came out to as trans. We're not super close but I thought we were fucking friends. And she's literally gone out of her way to not talk to us about this for what must have been months while the sale completed - which means she's lied to my face at least once cause I've asked her about her finances in that time (cause she's in a job she hates that she only took to get the house money, so it's like. when we've been commiserating about work stuff I'm often asking 'are you almost free?'). she literally went out of her way to talk to the letting agents before talking to us about putting us in a situation where we could lose our fucking home.

And she keeps. trying. to pretend nothing's happened. Every time I've seen her since then she's not mentioned anything or apologised or anything, she just keeps chatting away and offering hugs and fistbumps like nothing's happened. Like we're still fucking friends.

All it would take for us to still be friends and to be happy for her would have been one fucking sentence in the groupchat like "hey, just put an offer in on a house" or "I'm looking at properties, just so you know, that might happen in the next few months". Like nobody begrudges her for buying a house! It's very cool for her! She's 31 she's worked really hard to get the money I would love to be happy for her! Unfortunately she decided avoiding conflict is more important than giving the people she fucking LIVES WITH (who btw fronted her a month on the rent here while she was unemployed and agreed to take on a larger proportion of the move-in cost back in 2021, if we're still holding ourselves to shit we said 2.5 years ago), so no, you are not entitled to our friendship or to going back to normal.

like if she'd been honest with us it would have been something to process but we'd have had time to figure out our next steps. instead she's left us in a position where we have to find a new roommate before she gives her one month notice, which means finding someone by the end of December, which oh look that's the middle of the fucking Christmas holidays. and she didn't tell us anything until the START of December, or copy us into her conversation with the letting agent, meaning we still don't know what the rent on that space will be so we aren't yet in a position to advertise it. Has she offered to help find a roommate? Has she fuck. Has she offered to help out by moving her move-out date? Nah, she's moving as soon as she gets the keys because, quote, "that means her finances won't have to change". SOUNDS LOVELY. NOT HAVING YOUR FINANCES SUDDENLY CHANGE. I THINK THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY REASONABLE FUCKING GOAL.

Thirteen fucking years she's lived with Sam. Four fucking weeks over Christmas she's left us to figure out a way to not turbofuck our living situation. And she's got the fucking nerve to try and pretend we should be interacting like nothing's changed. Jesus Christ. What a fucking unhinged way to treat...anybody, honestly. never mind the friends-your-entire-adult-life part. literally cannot imagine a scenario in which I would buy a house without telling the people I lived with.

(haha actually this is what my parents divorced over so apparently it's not unusual. although at least my dad had the decency to tell the woman he shared finances with at the point he put in an offer not the point the fucking sale went through.)

Like we'll be fine. It's a huge city centre flat with decent rent and queer housemates, hopefully even when the rent goes up it'll be an easy sell in a city with a huge housing shortage and big queer community. We've got a couple of people interested already, sight unseen - worst case scenario we have to live with someone we don't get on with. And it's given Sam and me a push to look at our own finances and as of today, we've got a mortgage decision in principle and can start looking at flats in the area - mind, we'll be transparent upfront and tell any prospective housemates that yeah, we're looking to buy and move out in the next 6-12 months, and we'll tell them if we put an offer in, because we're decent fucking people who aren't going to spring that on someone out of the blue.

But it's been I think 2 weeks and I'm so fucking angry I could spit. It's such a fucking betrayal. And frankly you know selfishly like. I just had a breakup a couple of months ago, I'm in the middle of moving jobs, both me and Sam have a history of housing instability and this has been the first decent, stable, safe, not-mouldy not-freezing home I think any of us have had, and this is so fucking triggering and upscuttling I could just start biting. like I was talking to my friend about it last week and it's just like. Can I have One Fucking Thing of the three main tentpoles of survival - home, work, relationships - that are fucking stable right now? because shit has been In Flux lately. and at least the work and relationship stuff has changed because of my decisions. going through all that work to make myself short-term unstable to gain long-term stability has been really hard and draining and then just as I was reaching the crisis point with work stuff BOOM, IT'S HOUSING INSTABILITY WITH A STEEL CHAIR. fuck. seriously fuck this and fuck her. we're going to make something good come of it but what a deeply, unbelievably shitty thing to do.

#red said #the other thing that bugs me about it is. ok and again this is old shit dredged back to 2021 when we moved in together #but i had my housemate. and Sam had her. and each of us were really close pairs who'd lived together a long time #and we tried looking for flats as a four but a) a flat with 4 good sized bedrooms in Edinburgh is hens teeth #and b) my housemate was pretty happy to live with me and Sam but increasingly felt like a 4 man flat was going to be a lot for him #and so in the end we talked about it. and through a combination of that and same housemate being in a pretty #unfavorable position housing wise. cause she was unemployed and had shit credit at that moment.#we agreed she'd move with us and Joe went and found a one bed #and in the end that's been really great for him tbh he's a lot happier and more confident and we were pretty sick of each other by then #and so we get on much better now #but at the time it was a real heartache i felt like I'd let Joe down i felt like our friendship was over #and honestly I have never been a huge fan of living with our current housemate. even before we lived here #like when i was staying with her and Sam too. she's incredibly messy and takes up a lot of space in conversations #I've always liked her as a person but she's exhausting and often unpleasant to share space with #and there's a bit of me that's like. we bent over backwards to accommodate you when you were precarious.#like it would have been WAY easier for us to look for a 2-bed during 2021. and if it was a 3-bed I'd have rather stayed with Joe.#but we moved with her for her sake. and she left Sam to clean up their old place (and there were Literal Rats)#and she got really pissy about driving the moving van even though a) that was her idea and b) she's the only person with a license #and c) i walked all MY shit over by hand anyway and the only reason she hired the van was to move her tv #me and Sam found all the core furniture. me and Sam sorted out all the viewings. me and Sam did all the planning. Sam set up all the bills.#we spotted her for rent!we took a bigger share of the costs! because we fucking cared about her and wanted her to have a fucking home!#and she can't even do us the courtesy you'd offer a fucking lodger you found on fucking gumtree

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philliam-writes · 11 months

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on that tree i'll carve our names (01)

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem! Hufflepuff Reader; Sebastian Sallow x Male MC

Synopsis: You have never believed or trusted in Prophecy, not with the way you were brought up. Paying attention to Prophecy is like tossing real diamonds in the air mixed with shards of broken glass. The grab is rarely worth the injury. But when the new fifth year arrives, so do trouble and mischief, and you're inadvertently thrust into adventures and secrets too grand to deal with by yourself. Yet with hardships come friendships, and while you learn to trust the new student with your life, you're less keen on trusting the cunning Sallow boy or the quiet Gaunt heir. Still waters run deep, as they say, and you can't shake off the feeling something dark hides at the bottom of those white-veiled unseeing eyes.

content: canon divergence, fighting prophecy, enemies to friends, reluctant soulmates, platonic soulmates, slow burn, basically HL but Reader isn't MC, angst, hurt and comfort, Sebastian and Reader can't stand each other (until much later), they're all mean, because they're starving for love, will love and kill for each other, dark(ish) ominis, satisfying female rage, also Quidditch because screw Black

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words: 5.9k

a/n: this is so self-indulgent, i don't even know if i'll keep this up. but right now i need to get this out of my system, so here is tragic platonic soulmates with delicious slow burn for borth of them and my favourite slytherin boys. hope you enjoy!

01: hawthorn makes the heart burn

The new student has been at Hogwarts for only a week, and already you cannot stand him.

It’s got nothing to do with the fact that he is a Slytherin. You have never been a fan of the sorting system, because even if it is partly at fault for sticking kids into boxes and teaching them to think in categories, the students surely don’t make it better living by these stereotypes. Not all Slytherins are bad people, just like not all Gryffindors are brave; not every Ravenclaw is a genius, and not every Hufflepuff is a saint, e.g.: You.

“You’re joking! Three Sickles and fifteen Knuts for a Pocket Sneakscope? That’s way too expensive!”

Lifting your eyes from the list of gadgets you need to buy on your next trip to Hogsmeade, you raise an eyebrow at the second-year Ravenclaw boy. He’s taller than most of his fellow housemates, shows signs of a long, hawkish nose and has pimples scattered on his cheeks like a Leaping Toadstool Cap. You can’t really remember his name. Freddy or Fred or August, maybe.

This early in the morning before classes start, the air is especially thick with the smell of late-summer: sweet buddleia in full bloom, the rich green leaves of trees as they sway gently in the wind. Mist hangs low in the valley and over the Great Lake, a milky curtain hiding its resident gently poking long tentacles into the warm sun. The castle is only slowly waking up after a short night—the last grace of long summer days approaching their end as October draws closer.

A beautiful landscape you can hardly enjoy with the second-year’s whiny voice buzzing around your head like an annoying mosquito.

“Look, you wanted a Pocket Sneakscope, I got it for you,” you say and unhitch yourself from the cool stone pillar, one of many holding up the roof of the Viaduct Courtyard’s passageway. “It’s not my fault the underground path is infested with spiders.”

Damned Weasley could have warned you though. You have been using the secret passage under the humpbacked, one-eyed witch leading to the cellar of Honeydukes since your second year when you spied Garreth Weasley sneak through it, and since then you both agreed on staying out of each other’s way as long as nobody rats out the secret passageway to the faculty. He gets to obtain whatever he needs for his weird concoctions, and you get to continue your little business of providing first and second years whatever they want from Hogsmeade since they can’t go themselves yet—all for a certain price. It makes trips to Hogsmeade easier when you can’t use your broom, though the occasional acid spit launched your way is less favourable than the breathtaking view of Hogwarts towering majestically as the sun sets, throwing the whole castle in stark, black contrast against the warm, orange sky.

“Unless you want someone else to get you stuff from Hogsmeade,” you continue with a shrug. “Good luck finding them though.” You move to put the Sneakscope back into your pocket, barely managing to keep on a neutral expression when Freddy or Fred or August, maybe, gasps as though you have reached into the Ravenclaw’s house point hourglass, grabbed a handful sapphires and chucked them at the Headmaster.

“It’s just—it’s just a whole Sickle more than I can spend this month!” he protests, but judging by the quiver of his voice he’ll eat out of your hand in no time.

You give your brightest smile. “Not my problem.”

The Ravenclaw-boy fumes, but when you hold out your hand, he slaps the coins into your open palm, his pale face blotched red with fury.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” You hand over his Pocket Sneakscope and watch him stamp off towards the double doors leading inside the entrance hall. He stops with a small, pale hand on the bronze doorknob, turns around as by his touch alone the doors squeal open with the magic that recognises students entering. “You are the worst Hufflepuff at this school!” he shouts and quickly dashes inside.

You don’t know why he felt the need to point it out. It’s not as though people don’t know who you are: the Hufflepuff who burnt down the left greenhouse in her second year when trying Incendio after agreeing to a bet; the Hufflepuff who broke a Ravenclaw’s nose because said Ravenclaw accused her of cheating in Defence Against the Dark Arts; the Hufflepuff who smoked Silverweed in a corner under the Great Staircase in her third year to see if it would yield any relaxing effects; the Hufflepuff who actually cheated on her very first exam in History of Magic—all in all the Hufflepuff who really should have been sorted into Slytherin on her first day, according to everybody else. Except the Slytherins have no love left for you because you wear yellow.

It is a wonder you have not been expelled yet, surely to do with the fact that despite it all, one student outshines your delinquent record. Your grades are passable, neither at the very top nor bottom, though you do have a knack for quickly learning spells and charms. What keeps you in somewhat good grace is being the Beater for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team—and what a Beater you are: ruthless and quick with strong arms. Maybe not as fast as Slytherin’s Captain on a broom, but you feel comfortable enough up in the air. All your problems seem so much smaller when you soar through the sky. Speaking of Quidditch, a Gryffindor second-year asked you to get a fake Snitch to practice for the team’s try-outs. Hopefully the Spintwitches Sporting Needs opens within in the next week; you’re in need of a new broomstick servicing kit, preferably before practice starts.

You move towards the Great Hall before they clear out breakfast. You did ask Javi to save up some Pumpkin Pastries for you, but he’s been in a foul mood since yesterday because Peeves destroyed a bust in the Astronomy Tower and he had to take the brunt of it. But while you’re crossing the courtyard, you notice a shadow standing under a wide archway, tall and sinewy, though body shapes are usually hard to guess under the loose, floaty school robes. Yet you know that despite looking lanky, this boy is nimble and quick, and his presence is utterly unappreciated—that is how the circle closes; the reason why you can’t stand him.

Even from this distance, you can make out Callum St. Jude’s pale grey eyes—they stand stark against his unruly map of ink-black hair. Paired with skin pale as moonlight, he looks like one of Hogwarts’s residual ghosts.

You feel your face turn into a scowl. It seems that no matter where you are these days, he is lurking nearby. At first you thought he was spying on you to check out the competition for tonight’s Crossing Wands duel. It is the finale after all. But when you had confronted him about it, catching him on his way down to the Slytherin dungeons in the Grand Staircase after your shared Charms class, he had considered you with a blank expression. “Who are you?” he’d asked, looking down at you from a few steps above.

Behind him, trailing him like a shadow since day one, Sebastian Sallow had sniggered. “Seems like you already have admirers,” he’d said with his insufferable haughty voice. “Though that Hufflepuff is more trouble than she’s worth.”

You were about to show him trouble, face hot with shame, when Javi hauled you up, hands under your armpits, and carried you away as if you were a sack of potatoes. “You can’t get detention now, it’s still the first week,” Javi had said mildly.

At least it would have been worth it. It would have been so satisfying to blast that cocky grin off Sallow’s face, to silence St. Jude’s little mocking huff. You firmly believe St. Jude is suffering from the worst ailment to date: Main Character Syndrome.

The symptoms have been evident since his first day: joining Hogwarts as a fifth-year, arriving late to the Sorting Ceremony due to a dragon attack, besting Sallow on his first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson (though you can hardly criticise him knocking Sallow down a peg) and mastering every new spell and charm as though it is as easy as breathing. Just last week, he fought off a grown troll and defended Hogsmeade, and now the whole school doesn’t shut up about it.

It is with eager anticipation that you await tonight’s Crossed Wands’s finale. Your fingers practically itch to draw your wand and Flipendo him just to juggle him around a little and wipe that blank expression off his face. He is beautiful, you hate to admit, feeling a sour taste in the back of your throat, but he’s using that face in all the wrong ways. He has the sort of face they’d probably frame in a museum, the kind that’s unbelievably pretty, but unattainable.

“Preying upon second years this early?” St. Jude tuts. “It seems there really is no rest for the wicked.”

“Looks as though I am already punished for it,” you grumble. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

St. Jude cocks his head to the side, looking thoughtful. “Interesting way to talk to someone you fancy.”

“I do not,” you press out between gritted teeth, shouldering past him as he steps into the entrance hall first, “fancy you.” You hope the Thunderbrew potion will be the first you’ll learn in Potions class. Watching St. Jude getting struck by lightning would lighten your mood considerably.

“For someone who pretends not to be interested in me,” he continues, ignoring you, “I see you around an awful lot.”

You consider tripping him as you two ascend the stairs. “Yes, that seems to be the very problem.”

“Won’t make me take it easy on you tonight though.” Since he is nowhere near a gentleman, he doesn’t hold the door open for you and it almost slams in your face. “I always duel to win.”

“I hope you don’t mind spending the next couple of days in the hospital wing.” You bump into his shoulder, hard, when you finally enter the Great Hall and immediately aim for the Hufflepuff table to the far right of the hall without another glance at him.

The hall is buzzing with students, the air filled with the tasty smell of crispy bacon, grilled leak, slightly burnt toast with melting butter on top. It isn’t as crowded as at lunch or dinner time—most students tend to skip breakfast to either sleep in after a long study night or use the hour before classes to finish assignments and homework.

The ceiling shows a clear blue sky with thin clouds drifting past lazily. You slide in the free seat next to your fellow Beater near the front of the table. Javier García is shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth, his bright brown eyes fixed on the Daily Prophet. In your first year, you didn’t pay much attention to him. If you look up Hufflepuff Student in any dictionary, it will show Javi’s face—a hard-working, loyal individual that always reminds you of a golden retriever until he steps on the field and turns into a pit bull from a fighting ring. Every summer he returns to his muggle family where he helps tending to the crops and fields, evident in his arms the size of tree trunks used to heavy lifting. Perfect for hitting Bludgers at opponents and slamming them off their brooms.

You pour yourself coffee and begin spooning slabs of apple-cinnamon-oatmeal into a bowl.

“Ranrok’s Loyalists have put up more camps around the Hogwarts highlands,” Javi says, mouth half-full. “It looks like they’re moving closer towards Hogwarts.”

“Why would they come to Hogwarts? There’s nothing here.”

“The castle has tons of secrets still uncovered. Why wouldn’t they try and get inside?”

“As if they’d manage to get through the defences. Hogwarts is impenetrable.” You take a long sip from your cup, hoping the caffeine kicks in fast. “No one’s going to get inside. Forget about the goblins. Did you see the Quidditch board? Our first game this season is against Gryffindor.”

Javi groans. “I hate their Seeker. Too small to hit with a Bludger, too quick to slam off the broom. We might as well throw in the towel.”

“Don’t let Captain hear that or she’ll turn you into a fox and wear you as a collar.” The Hufflepuff’s Quidditch Captain, Mary J. Lockwood, is sweet in pretty much every aspect except when it comes to Quidditch, and she never hesitates making you take the brunt of it. You’ve stopped counting how often she’d condemned you to run laps around the field as punishment for talking back or disrupting practice.

You finish breakfast and quickly drop by the common room to get your parchments and books for Divination class, hoping it will let time pass quickly until evening. But while staring for roughly an hour into the lazily swirling fog inside a crystal ball without an answer to how this year’s Quidditch season will end, time seemed to move slower than a snail. After dozing off twice and woken up by Adeleide Oakes’s pointy elbow to your ribs before Professor Onai could notice, the class finally ends.

Next up is Herbology and after that you’ve got two free periods until lunch and then end the day with double Potions. It’s a slow day for a Wednesday, and you can’t wait until practice starts in October to give you some change from sitting for hours in the library and going through dusty old tomes or watch the first and second-years getting roped up into playing Gobstones in the common room by the older students, filling it with the putrid smell of its foul liquid. You just enjoy being outdoors more. Which is why Herbology is somewhat fun, even if you and Javi prefer to pass time by betting on who can stick their finger closest to a Chinese Chomping Cabbage, earning a scornful side glance from Leander Prewett.

You promised Samantha Dale and Nellie Oggspire to work on the assigned group project for the essay on Ghouls for DADA during your free period, but when you’re about to set out to the Great Hall to grab a few snacks before going through the list of books you’ll need from the library, Professor Garlick appears before you suddenly as though sprouting from the ground like a flower.

“Oh, delightful, my dear, there you are!” she beams. Small brown parcels flutter around her head like butterflies. “Here is the delivery for Mr. Ollivander, if you’d be so kind and bring them to him now.”

Just in case, you look behind you. Nobody there on the stairs leading up to the central hall. Even Javi has made himself scarce already. She really is talking to you.

“Why me, Professor?” Someone must have hit you with Obliviate. You can’t remember having agreed to any favour for her.

“Oh? Frederick Gustave told me you would offer! Quite an attentive, nice boy! He will grow into a splendid Ravenclaw student one day!” Frederick Gustave? In Ravenclaw? You don’t know anyone called Frederick or Gustave or—the thought strikes you like lightning. Freddy, Fred or August. “All you need to do is bring these little parcels to Mr. Ollivander in Hogsmeade. These are magically nourished woods he has requested, and I am quite eager to see the results for myself.”

With a flick of her wand the parcels change course and begin to circle around your head before you can even begin to explain that this is a huge misunderstanding. She pats your cheek affectionately and twirls around, descending the stairs back to her flowery domain.

Javi is waiting for you at the top of the stairs, ignoring your scowl as he whistles the tune of The School of Jolly Dogs. His face lights up. “Since you’re heading to Hogsmeade, can you bring me some white Chocolate Frogs? Mine hopped out of the window last night because Arty forgot to close it.”

You answer with a rude hand gesture and stomp out of the hall, heading for where you keep your brooms stashed in the Hufflepuff locker room.

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The flight to Hogsmeade takes longer than usual. Every time you move too fast, the parcels begin to cry and whine like little abandoned ducklings until they catch up to you. Other than that, it is a beautiful morning as the sun keeps dipping in and out between wispy smears of clouds on the wide blue canvas. The tiny, homey town is alive with witches and wizards scurrying around to get their errands done. The novelty and excitement from visiting Hogsmeade in your third-year has worn off after two years, but it’s still a nice change from the dark school corridors and unending spiralling stair cases.

You leave your broom leaning next to the entrance of Mr. Ollivander’s shop. This shouldn’t take more than five minutes, darting in and out; you’re pretty sure you’ll be quicker than a Niffler digging through a pile of Galleons.

The door swings open easily. It has been five years since you last set foot into the small, cramped shop, yet nothing has changed and suddenly you feel as though you’re eleven again, entering for the first time. It smells of polished wood and something burnt underneath like a misplaced Incendio. Nearly every wall is stacked high with countless wands up to the ceiling, waiting to choose their witch or wizard. Back then you felt very small as a first year, anxious and excited to finally attend Hogwarts and get your own wand—the very first object that truly belonged to you and was not one of your older sisters’ hand-me-downs.

From the back of the shop you hear heavy knocks and a shrill screeching sound that makes you want to put your hands to your ears. Just like five years ago, you reach for the bronze bell on the counter but before your fingers can touch it, it lifts on its own and jingles beautifully. The knocking immediately stops, followed by a last dull clatter and then Mr. Ollivander emerges from the back room, dusting himself off.

He looks at you over the rim of his golden glasses, and a small smile spreads on his face as recognition dawns. The wide counter flap squeaks open when he swishes his wand to step through.

“Ah, the Hawthorn girl,” he says in greeting, quickly closing the space between you and taking your hands in his; you feel every wrinkle against your palm, every patch of rough skin from decades of work as he squeezes your hands. “I have hoped that I would see you soon.”

The question mark must be evident on your face, for Mr. Ollivander explains, “I remember every student and wand I paired, and you my dear, I remember the day five years ago when you came to my shop and your wand found you. Spiral, twelve inches, and a phoenix feather core. Unyielding. But what makes your wand so special is the wood it is made of. Hawthorn makes such a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.” He chuckles to himself, blinking as if lost in a memory; not noticing how tense you are and the way your uneasy smile curls downward. As though you could forget what the hawthorn means. But instead of allowing your mother’s voice inside your head and poisoning your heart, you square your shoulders and pull your hands away from Mr. Ollivander’s grasp.

“Delivery from Professor Garlick,” you say with a faux cheery voice. It seems only then does Mr. Ollivander notice the parcels still fluttering around your head.

“Ah, yes, yes! Allow me.” He points his wand at the parcels, then to his back room and they float through the shop in rank and file, all in proper order. “And here of course, the payment.” Mr. Ollivander hurries behind the counter, and produces a heavy pouch that he hands over to you. It jangles handsomely when you take it from him.

“Well then, I wish you a nice da—”

“Tell me, dear, have you met him?”

Feet already pointed towards the entrance, you turn your body halfway back. “Met who, sir?”

Mr. Ollivander looks up from the account books he’s been writing in. Something glints in his eyes, but maybe it’s just the reflection on his glasses. “Why, the Blackthorn boy of course.”

You rack your brain for anyone you know who’s called Blackthorn but come up empty. “I’m afraid I have not made any acquaintance like that, sir.”

The wandmaker’s eyes are calm, a sparkling blue of sunlight lancing off a stream. “I see,” he says. “Well, my part of this was fulfilled when I matched your wants with you. Everything else is up to you.” He gives you a little secret smile, then goes back to his ledger, the conversation clearly over even though you have dozens of questions swirling in your head.

Back out on Lower High Street, you have been released of the fluttering parcels and instead Mr. Ollivander’s words torment your mind. You can feel a memory hiding behind a thick fog, blurry and barely visible but its presence heavy and lurking like a ghost.

Wasn’t there something he had told you five years ago? When he had presented your wand to you, still resting in its narrow satin casket. You were too excited to pay him any mind—it had sounded too much like one of your mother’s stories; like an augury or worse even, a prophecy—when he had told you about a cursed kingdom, two brothers, and a hawthorn and blackthorn tree. Why listen to old fairy tales when the real adventure—Hogwarts—was waiting for you?

Besides, if by ‘Blackthorn boy’ he meant someone with a blackthorn wand, finding that person would be nearly impossible. And why would you look for him in the first place? Superstitions and divinations have no place in your life. Not after how it had dictated your childhood with a cold iron fist.

The trip back to Hogwarts is significantly faster without having to look after enchanted parcels behaving like newborn Fwoopers. With what happened at Mr. Ollivander’s, you completely forgot to drop by Honeydukes for Javi, which makes him look like a kicked puppy for the rest of the day.

You manage to start your essay for the group project, although you don’t get nowhere near where you wanted to be before the match. Lunch is a blur of tasty shepherd’s pie and grilled mushroom skewers with a small handful of students passing where you sit to wish you good luck, pattung your shoulder hard enough you almost choke on your pumpkin juice. Others send you little notes with crude drawings showing St. Jude zapping you with a spell and losing tonight’s duel. The messages are charmed to head dive into your cup and plate, splattering mashed potatoes on your uniform.

Adeleide plucks a nervously flapping piece of paper out of your meal and unfolds it. “At least they’re creative,” she notices mildly.

You throw a wary glance at the note. “That doesn’t even look like me.”

“I don’t know.” Javi slurps loudly from his cup. “They got your scowl right.”

Double Potions after lunch flies by for a change. Your Wiggenweld Potion tends to be a tad bluer than Professor Sharp’s apple green concoction bubbling at the front table for reference, but you have a hard time focusing when your mind is already occupied with how tonight’s duel might go.

You have a handful favourite spells that you’ve practised long enough they come as easy to you as breathing. But from what you have seen during the last Crossed Wands duels where St. Jude has participated, he seems to have a natural gift for duelling. You’ve heard he competed alongside Sallow in his first duel, but every after he’s been on his own and you’ve seen the battered and bruised leftover competitors limping out of the Clock Tower. You don’t plan to follow in their footsteps.

When evening falls on the castle and the long, narrow corridors awake with dim candlelight, you follow the throng of hooded students hurrying towards the Clock Tower after dinner. The excitement ripples through the lines of people like a physical force, alive and rearing when the first students file into the Clock Tower and find a seat close to the walls and away from accidental stray spells.

You spot Lucan Brattleby surrounded by a handful Hufflepuff and Slytherin students. Javi is among them, and when you draw closer you notice the ledger in Lucan’s hand and the Sickles being passed between him and Javi.

Javi startles when you step next to him like a Mooncalf facing an oncoming card. “Hiya,” he says in the very familiar voice that sounds a lot like him hoping you won’t be mad.

You raise an eyebrow. “Placing bets?” Your eyes linger on the page as you scan the names on the chart on your side. Only a few names—Leander, who’s been especially snappy since he lost against St. Jude in the semifinals, a handful other Gryffindors, one or two Ravenclaws and the rest are students from your house. On St. Jude’s column, Lucan has started to write the names as tiny as possible to fit them all on the page. Javi’s is amongst them. He ducks away from your scrutinising gaze. “He slew a fully-grown troll last week!” he pleads his case. So much for the infamous Hufflepuff loyalty. “I’ll invite you to Honyedukes after and pay whatever you want from the win.”

“Whatever.” You turn away to get ready, walking into a hard, solid body.

Callum St. Jude steadies you before you can stumble. “Easy there.” His smile slices white. “Am I already sweeping you off your feet? We haven’t even started yet.”

You shrug his hand off your arm. “The only sweeping happening today is when I wipe the floor with you, St. Jude.”

He hums thoughtfully. “We’ll see.”

You stare daggers at his back as he retreats to his side of the hall, welcomed by other Slytherin students who pat his back and ruffle his unruly jet-black hair as though he is the fifth year’s Champion already. He doesn’t linger around them for too long, and instead retreats to a far corner where Sallow is already waiting for him. What an annoying duo.

Tugging your black robe off, you begin to stretch your limbs. For today’s occasions you’ve chosen to wear a simple shirt with ribbon uniform tucked into your plaid trousers. More mobility, less fabric flapping around. A tie or a blazer would allow too much surface for a nasty Accio. From the last duels you’ve watched, you know St. Jude is as sharp as a whip, and he uses everything in his so far meagre arsenal of spells to win.

You’ll need to keep all your wits about you. If he, and the majority assembled under the giant swinging pendulum today, underestimate you, it will be your pleasure to remind them what vicious creatures badgers are. And that they devour snakes.

When you turn, St. Jude is already standing ready, his wand raised. He’s shrugged out of his robes as well and pulled off his tie, following your example. Gone is the hint of the cocky smile he always wears, so infuriating and inviting to punch. Now he is serious, his face an impassive mask that betrays nothing but you have seen it change within a heartbeat before knocking an opponent out with a savage blast of his wand. Like a snake, waiting and watching, until it strikes viciously and sinks its venomous fangs into your skin.

“Attention!” Lucan Brattleby hops in the centre, his arms raised. “Wizards and witches! Welcome to the fifth year’s Crossed Wands Championship Round!” He lets the audience get the whistling and bellowing out of their system before he introduces both parties. “Competitors, let’s get started!”

He quickly dashes out of the way—rightly so, for St. Jude’s opening move is always a lightning-quick Levioso, just like Professor Hecat taught him. You dodge the spell and hear it disperse against the wall behind you, feeling the sparks nip your skin.

“Accio!” You whip your wand towards you, only able to catch St. Jude by the cuff of his white sleeve as he evades with a side-step. But it’s enough to unbalance him as his arm is pulled in your direction and he retaliates by using the moment to blast a few Basic Casts your way which you block by well-timed Protegos.

The crowd’s cheers disappears into background noise as you and St. Jude continue your tense dance of attack and parry; a step forward, another step back, his Incendio is answered by your Glacius; since he prefers fire you do him the pleasure of casting Confringo which forces him to dive to the side. Your spell blasts the wooden weapon rack behind him into splinters and pieces, showering the Slytherins sitting beside it with glowing embers.

“Come on, new guy, give her a proper Slytherin treatment!” one of them yells. St. Jude doesn’t let himself get distracted, not even by the instructions of his fellow housemates or the quips from your side of the room. His eyes are pinning you like a butterfly on a corkboard, following your every step. They are frighteningly bright, you have the feeling that no move will go past him.

From behind you, you pull a large crate from under the buttocks of two Gryffindors with Accio, ignoring their protests when in the last second you fling it bodily towards St. Jude with Depulso. You’ve been working on the right timing for this for a long time—people usually don’t expect to be thrown at with things instead of spells. It hurls through the hall, and to your utter astonishment St. Jude blocks it in the last second with a flying object of his own—a practice dummy.

But where was the spell? You didn’t see him cast one when he hurled that dummy through the air.

At your puzzled expression, St. Jude grins at you, his smile so sudden and jarring as a thunderclap. You narrow your eyes. There’s something growing in the pit of your stomach, rearing its ugly head and snapping sharp, volatile teeth. Basic Casts don’t feel enough, and every vicious Diffindo St. Jude parries or dodges in the last moment. His retaliation is a fiery Incendio after Incendio—you’d think after this time one of you would grow weaker, lose focus, but the heat flaring your way and the flames licking up your uniform feel anything but harmless or tame.

Sweat runs down your temples, along your cheeks, down your neck. Your wand feels hot in your hand, but you grip it tighter, knuckles white. Your lungs feel tight in your chest, but you breathe in stronger, eyes wide. That rage that always lives inside you rears. It is an almost physical pain, like nails against flesh; like teeth against bars. That unwanted animal is starving, it wants nothing more than to get out and you’re surprised nobody else can hear it howling.

“Not as quick or cunning as that Sallow boy, but her spells pack a mean punch,” they say about you. You couldn’t best Sallow, and now there is this new contender and you refuse, refuse to slide down to number three; always coming in last, always pushed aside. You snarl at St. Jude as though trying to wrap your teeth around the world.

The air crackles with magic. Faintly, you hear an echo of a familiar voice. “Do not be surprised at your wand’s ability to perceive your intentions—particularly in a moment of need.”

It seems your wand shares your taste for violence—you can feel that this is the best Expulso you have executed since you taught yourself the spell in year four. You swing your arm, wand scorching hot in your hand—vibrating even—and hurl the Blasting Spell at St. Jude.

You can see his mouth move as he speaks a spell, blue sparks fly from the tip of his wand and then crackling lightning intercepts your attack. Through the sparks and bolts you see St. Jude’s puzzled expression—now is the chance to strike. A surprised opponent is a weak opponent; you swing your arm back—your arm is stuck.

From the tip of your wand a wiry crimson light crackles across the room, connected to St. Jude’s wand. When you try pulling back again, an invisible force lurches you forward, forcing your arm up until the thin light grows stronger, redder like spilt blood. Your arm shakes with the feeling of wrongness crawling up your arm, a kernel of god-awful flavour that has you biting your bottom lip. You feel an awareness. No. More than awareness, more sentient than that. It is recognition.

The point of your wand, shining a blazing white, shakes with the effort of you trying to pull back; shakes from whatever magic is transpiring between you two. On the other side, St. Jude has his free hand around his other wrist, trying to lower his wand, his face as white as a wall. To no avail.

The magic spreading from your wand through your body is like curious, warm fingers touching up along your arm, curling around your shoulder, settling against your cheek. They wander lower and splay across your chest, then sink through your ribs. Close around your heart. Squeeze.

The world explodes.

The magical blast sends you flying. Your teeth clang together as you slam on your back. Pain radiates through your body. Black dots dance before your eyes and blur your vision as you’re struggling for air.

A hushed silence has settled inside the Clock Tower. You shake your head, your free hand rising to your chest where you still feel a sharp twinge. Gingerly, you pick yourself up, carefully feeling for injuries. The whole room is a mess as though a wild Graphorn has ravaged inside and destroyed most of the furnishings. When your eyes lock with St. Jude’s across the room, your heart beats in your throat, making it hard to breathe.

Mirroring you, one hand is pressed against his chest, the other holds his wand in a vice-grip as though his life depends on it. You see him shudder helplessly, as if it were winter and he has gone outside without gloves and caught a terrible chill. His eyes meet yours, then drop to your wand. His lips mouth a single word, and you stare at him, throat tight, the cold sweat sensation of dread spreading slowly through your limbs.

And all of a sudden, you remember very clearly one thing Mr. Ollivander had told you all those years ago.

Once your paths cross, your fates will be irrevocably connected, growing together like the roots of old trees. Your wands have come from the same seed. There is no doubt that you fill find him.

Your Blackthorn boy.

A/N: If anyone is interested in this story, I can make a taglist :) Would also appreciate any sort of feedback, or just hitting the little heart so show me you enjoyed it

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Jily one-shot: Mittens

Happy birthday to Lily Potter, the woman whose sacrifice ended up saving the entire wizarding world! ♥ The other day I saw this^ tweet and immediately got inspired. This is just something short and silly but I’m also working on several other (a little bit longer) fics for this couple that I’m hoping to post sometime soon enough. Also a mandatory disclaimer: f*ck J*R. I’m just here for the marauders.

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“Umm… what’s this, Lily?“

James lifted a weirdly shaped woolen item from a box Lily had packed for him prior to a date at Hogsmeade.

She blushed a bit. “You know how I’ve recently gotten better at knitting? Well… I saw this idea in one of Mary’s knitting magazines and I thought it sounded fun. A mitten that allows you to hold hands with someone even when you’re walking outside in cool weather. Plus, today’s Valentine’s day so I thought it would make sense to wear it... But if you don’t like it…”

Lily must have misread the confusion on his face, thinking he’d hate it. Sirius, Remus and Peter, on the other hand, couldn’t hold down their snickers in the background.

“I guess this was a bad idea,” she sighed. “Should have known this wasn’t something a Marauder out of all people would get excited about.”

James finally recovered from his initial surprise. “No, no! It’s a nice idea, really!” His face melted into a grin. “Who says a Marauder can’t enjoy holding hands with his brilliant, talented girlfriend? Shut up, Padfoot,” he lightly shoved Sirius’ shoulder because his best friend was now laughing way too hard at his reaction.

“You sure?” Lily asked skeptically, her cheeks adorably red.

“Yep, I’m totally sure. As a matter of fact…” James’ face lit up when he imagined the warmth of Lily’s hand in his. “I think I love it.”

…

“Did you see Lockhart’s face?” James asked, trying to contain his laughter as the couple entered Three Broomsticks for a round of Butterbeers. “He seemed so mad that he hadn’t had this idea before you did. Watch him try to sell hundreds of couple mittens next Valentine’s Day.”

“Too bad we’re not here to see it,” Lily snorted. “Although, maybe we should stop by just to see if he succeeded.”

“Yeah, maybe we should,” James agreed.

“Aren’t you two just darlings,” Madam Rosmerta, who had arrived to take their order, referred to the mitten they were currently taking off for it was very warm at the inn. “It’s always nice to see some young love around…”

“Thanks, Ros,” James smirked. “I’m sorry that you have to find out this way that someone else has taken my heart, but there’s still always a soft spot for you in it.”

Lily slapped his arm with her free hand. “Remember whose hand you’re holding, Potter.”

“But Lily, you know I only have eyes for you.” He made his best deer eyes at her. “Rosie and I simply have a long history.”

Lily rolled her eyes, but James did notice she bit her lip to hide a smile. Everyone knew the Marauders liked to joke around with Rosmerta, mainly to get cheaper drinks, and Lily too had learned to not take the ‘flirting’ too seriously.

Madam Rosmerta left to serve other customers. For a while Lily and James simply kept up a light banter, discussing what they had seen so far at Hogsmeade and wondering what the other Marauders were currently doing while sipping their drinks. When they exited the inn, however, they were soon stopped by a small group of Slytherins, Mulciber as their leader.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any lower, Potter… you show us all how whipped you are by a Mudblood… Is there anything more pathetic?”

His housemates laughed, but James managed to remain calm as he felt Lily squeezing his hand, meaning ‘they’re not worth it’. He looked around, trying to come up with an appropriate response. For once the luck was on his side; he spotted none other than Professor Dumbledore himself not too far from them, possibly on his way to enjoy a glass of mead with a couple of his colleagues.

“Oi, Professor Dumbledore!” James exclaimed. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“James, Lily,” Dumbledore greeted them. “Good to see my head students here on such a nice day. Are you trying to create a new trend?” He asked warmly, referring to their mitten. “Because if so, I’d love to have the pattern to that mitten as well.”

“I can give it to you the next time we give you our monthly report, Professor,” Lily smiled at him. “By the way, James and I were just wondering… would it be a sufficient punishment for someone who uses a slur against another student… if we made them wear one of these, but, I don’t know, with Peeves or something.”

“Good luck convincing Peeves to participate in that,” Dumbledore chuckled. “But I will admit, the concept is rather creative. Maybe we need to discuss how to develop it in our next meeting.” The professor’s eyes were twinkling playfully.

“Sir, you know just as well as I do that if anyone can convince Peeves to do anything, it's James. Either way, we’ll be looking forward to that discussion,” Lily replied, waving at the professor before they turned to leave. From the corner of his eye, James saw Mulciber glaring at them murderously, but he just flashed one final grin at the Slytherin’s direction before leaving the scene.

“What an arsehole,” James shook his head once Lily and he were far enough. “If we hadn’t been wearing this,” he raised their mitten, “I might have punched him in the face…”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t, in front of Dumbledore and the others,” Lily noted. “But see, this mitten was pretty useful, after all,” she chuckled then. “I doubt Mulciber will want to use the m-word in front of anyone when there’s a possibility he’ll have to wear it with Peeves.”

“That was quite genius of you,” James admitted. “Although I personally think he’ll be missing out… I actually have been enjoying wearing this.”

“Yeah, you have?” Lily gave him a fond smile. “In that case, I’m glad I made it.”

“Me too,” James agreed and with the hand that was entwined with hers, he pulled her closer for a kiss.

@jilymicrofics I know this doesn’t really fit under any of the prompts, but I hope it still counts!

#jily #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #jple #my fics

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polithicc · 6 months

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treat or treat, my lovely

hiiii shel. here it is, the silliest thing i've ever written. the locklyle reddit au no one asked for

Posted by u/ForBlueSkulls 5 hours ago

AITA for pretending not to know my (22F) ex-housemate (23M) when we were introduced to each other at my new job?

Yeah, what the title says. I (22F) recently started a new job. On my first day, while my manager was introducing me to the team, I was surprised when he introduced me to my former housemate (23M). I panicked because we hadn't seen each other in two years, I extended my hand and chose to act as though we were strangers. He seemed surprised but followed my lead by shaking my hand.

I won't get into the details about why I left, but I’ll just say it wasn’t because of him. I acknowledge that I was an asshole for cutting contact with him and other mutual friends, including our third housemate.

I feel bad for pretending not to know him, but I also don’t want the entire office to know my personal business. I’m debating talking to him and apologizing, but I still wouldn’t want to tell anyone that we have a past.

Not sure if I’m the asshole here or if it was a normal reaction because I was surprised. I feel bad for pretending not to know him, but I also don’t want the entire office to know my personal business. I don’t know how I will deal with everything if people at work find out, I don’t want them to think I’m awful or a liar (although I might be both in this case).

Edit 1: I already said I’m not getting into the reason I moved out. Also, I moved back to the city after I graduated and secured a job. For the ones suggesting I picked this job on purpose, I knew we were in the same industry, but I didn’t know he worked here. I’m not some crazy stalker.

Edit 2: Alright. I don’t see how this is relevant, but yes, we were sort of seeing each other.

Edit 3: OK, I get it. I am the asshole here.

Knightlong-Term · 5hr. ago NTA If you think it's cool, shoot him a private apology. Otherwise, keep it pro. No need to spill more beans on your backstory, and I bet he'll feel the same way. That's old news, who even cares? It's nobody's business.

Anguised_Teeth420 · 5hr. ago Soft YTA but I'm laughing so hard 🤣🤣🤣 AWKWARD

Blank_Infussion_95 · 4hr. ago I mean, why change the habit of ignoring him now, right? If he had been a total ass to you, it'd make sense to move on and go no contact. But why not give communication a shot? You didn't have to give him all the info, but refusing to talk to him at all, especially after being so close, seems pretty immature. Is this how things work these days for folks your age? It's a bit puzzling to me. I do agree with you on one thing, though. Your past relationship and personal life are your own business, and you're under no obligation to disclose them to anyone. As for not wanting to reveal your shared history, it's a tough position to maintain when you both work in the same place, and he might not be so discreet about it. He might just tell people about the two of you and then your new coworkers are gonna think you suck. NTA

[deleted]· 3hr. ago absolutely yta you pretty much ghosted him and then the next time you run into him act like he's a total stranger.

Edit: just read your reply to alarmedmarky. if he has any good friends at that company, you can bet he's told them about the weird encounter with the new girl who acted like she didn't know him, even though you guys were literally living together not just roommates. i repeat yta

AlarmedMarky · 3hr. ago question, when you say you two have a past what do you mean exactly? And how long did you live together?

ForBlueSkulls · 3hr. ago we lived together for 2 years and I moved into his room for a year of those two and stayed until i moved out.

AlarmedMarky · 3hr. ago wait so you two were together?

ForBlueSkulls · 2hr. ago we never really defined the relationship (like he never asked me to be his gf), which is why i refer to him as just my housemate

AlarmedMarky · 2hr. ago LMAAAAOOO OP, I thought you were the asshole before for not acknowledging him, but you’re telling me you were literally sleeping with the guy for a year and then pretended not to know him?? You’re the asshole and I hope he never forgives you.

#this has been so so fun to write #i should work on it some more #i need a writing tag #formatting got fucked on mobile #trick or treat fic

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flower-biter · 3 months

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22-28 January 2024

Starting a little weekly journal, just because :)

Started taking an evening class through the local university, just for fun. It's on ghost stories & supernatural horror in American literature; I'm looking forward to being forced to start reading a bunch of stories I just haven't gotten around to yet, and to the class discussions on how America's religious and cultural history has influenced our literature, and our interpretation of others' literature.

Work suddenly got busy, which is good, because my brain does not do well when it's slow. However, it was the full-moon-everyone-goes-crazy kind of busy, which means lots of messes to clean up next week.

Getting excited for spring events for my other job; I need to plan details for my next Charleston trip and get photos/videos of our new tours.

It's warm enough for sundresses but juuuuust cool enough to still need a sweater. I'm not ready for summer heat, but I'm loving having all the windows open. Also mentally planning the tattoo(s) I want to get this year...

Finished reading Venus & Aphrodite: A Biography of Desire. It was...fine. I had the sense that this was just barely scratching the surface, and though I'm left wanting more, the writing style was such that I'm not sure I want more from this author.

I finally finished this little crochet penguin! I'd done the body ages ago and just now did the beak and wings. He's a lil wonky, but complete, and I'm pretty happy with it for my first crochet project!

Met up with a potential housemate (meh) and went for a nice walk along a rail trail. Spotted some vultures fighting over a squirrel and was surprised to see bits left behind.

Went to a workshop on extracting and painting with natural dyes, many of which can be grown in a home garden. I think my favorites were hibiscus (gorgeous dark pink!), saxon blue (a more processed, shelf-stable indigo), and ironwood (unfortunately not readily available here but ordered in a processed form from Brazil, but makes a beautiful deep greyish purple). Attempted to paint a Georgia O'Keeffe-inspired...thing. Really it was just meditative to move a brush around.

Had a little dinner party with an ooooold friend - she made ravioli from scratch and I brought a fancy (delicious) wine I found at a shop in Savannah.

Butterball is as cuddly as ever and my heart melts every time he falls asleep on me.

well, onward, I guess!

#oy that was a lot and I felt like I was holding back #catalog of little joys

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oatmealzz · 11 months

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Super long rant about Link click

I think one of the flaws of the show is how there weren’t enough episodes for the first season to show the audience that the trio are actually good friends and not just co workers who live together and only talk about work.

I’m 50/50 on filler or fluff but some shows do need it to build character development and interactions. The premise of Link Click or Shiguang Dailiren. Not necessarily just because of the travel aspect, but how the three main characters interact with one another. This is not anime where opposite attract magically works where two characters can be very different and the antithesis of each other and still get along, but a more realistic show of how two very different polar opposite’s who happen to somehow be friends, work together doing very serious work and how eventually it leads to a bad end for one of them - because of how their different work styles and values clash at the end.

After rewatching Victorious as an adult, I come to realize that the main cast totally hated each other and it was surprising that they bothered hanging out with each other, if most of the time none of the (female) cast had anything positive to say about each other.

Anyways. As an adult with similar circumstances to the main trio in terms of being recent uni grads, owning debt and having your best friends be your co workers (but not also my housemates), I see their situation as a lesson that I had to learn that - sometimes it’s not idea to owe your close friend a lot of money. Also like you can be good friends with someone who is the polar opposite of you (somehow) but that doesn’t mean you two would be great co workers by any means. I learned this when me and my friends thought it was a good idea to start a club in school and run guest speaker events and all. Turns out it’s really stressful and I don’t enjoy having disagreements with my friends on how to manage money. Becoming co workers with your friends can honestly hurt the friendship because sometimes when you see your friends, you might only talk to them about work if work is really taxing or stressful.

For example, CXS and LG are good friends who are polar opposites in every way possible. They have different values, life experiences and just generally work differently. More often than not, they disagree on many things. Link click shows that these two do not work well together. LG micromanages CXS and the latter still finds ways to mess up. I get the impression that LG has nothing positive to say about CXS because I rewatched this show countless times and noticed how LG has almost nothing positive to say about his friend. The promotional material shows them being close friends and what not, I just don’t buy it. CXS clearly annoys LG. CXS will talk about something non-work related to LG and LG will immediately change the subject back to work. Clearly he just isn’t interested. Also like the whole thing of keeping details hidden from CXS because LG doesn’t trust him is a red flag. He’s told him so many things to stick with the script and CXS doesn’t which messes things up. All this actions should not be happening. This is how you piss people off enough that they don’t want to talk/work with you. This kinda happens at the end when they take a pause and things get awkward between them.

If anything, Link Click is a great example of how polar opposites aren’t always so cool. Because in real life, if you weren’t obligated to work with them and share the same room together, you prob wouldn’t even be friends with them or even talk to them outside of work.

Another thing is that Cheng Xiaoshi owes Qiao Ling (family) a lot of money. That’s just not a good idea and those who disagree, you will eventually come to agree with me. It’s not like oh but they are really good friends and they must trust enough - no it’s just not a good idea anyone above 20 knows. It’s a rookie mistake that everyone eventually makes. Don’t involve your friends with money. Also Qiao Ling is their landlady soooo -

Guys - I’m Chinese, recently graduated and I worked with friends in work place settings (outside of retail) where you had to do very serious adult things. I see Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang clash when they work together and sometimes when you have an argument with your friend about something that happened at work, you want to have that type of separation when you are out of work. They both don’t have that divide since they both work and sleep in the same room. For those who know what’s it’s like to experience you and your best friend being great friends but not so great when you two room together, work together etc you know where I’m getting at.

The friend group was eventually going to fall apart. All of Qiao Ling’s lines are about money or work. Lu Guang had almost nothing positive to say to/about Cheng Xiaoshi during the entire show. Again I know there is the promotional materials but honestly, to the average viewer who doesn’t see that - this might be the impression that they might get. There are cultural differences but there is also just real life.

Anyway this is a lot. This show was dubbed in over 10 different languages but only like 10 people outside of China has seen it. Thanks for reading my autistic rant on a show no one has seen.

#cheng xiaoshi #link click #lu guang #shiguang daili ren #qiao ling #donghua

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leelei1980 · 7 months

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HouseMates

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson story

Part 4- Move in Day

Taglist: @micheledawn1975

Mackenzie

My stomach was in knots, I just wanted to get this done and over with before Darren came home. I didn’t want confrontation, I did want any conversation, I just wanted to be gone. I had packed up all my things and had boxes stacked by the door, I didn’t have a lot, this apartment was’ technically ‘his and the furniture was also’ technically’ his except my vanity , my bureau and my bookshelf. I was however taking the bed. He could sleep on the couch like I have been for the last week and a half, or sleep at his new girlfriend’s house, I really didn’t care. My books and clothes were all neatly packed as well as my toiletries. I had bought new curtains for my new room and a new comforter set and pillows. I was ready to move on, I didn’t need any reminders of the past.

There was a knock at the door and I ran to open it, checking the peephole first. It was Steve. Thank god. I opened the door.

“ Hello! Come on in.” I smiled.” I really can’t thank you guys enough. This is absolutely amazing. It should take us no time to load up.”

I watched him strut in and look around.”Not a problem at all. This looks like a decent place, not as cool as ours,” he smirked.” I’ll start with some of these boxes here ok? Eddie will be right up, he’s just parking the van.”

“ Awesome.”

I watched as he picked up a couple stacked boxes with ease, and started out the door. Wow, he was strong and he had a great ass. I scolded myself and looked away. I shouldn’t be checking out my new roommates ass, we are just roommates and we would always be just roommates.Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in what seemed like forever. He was a pleasure to look at thought. I shook my head and grabbed a box and followed him down.

Eddie was waiting by the door ready to load up his van. He smiled.” It’s officially move in day Sweetheart.”

Ugh, there was something about the way he said sweetheart. I knew it was just a term of endearment, and I am sure that he used it with all the ladies, but it still made my stomach do somersaults. He looked so good without even trying, hair in a low bun, ratty jeans and an old worn T-shirt. No wonder women flocked to him. He was gorgeous. They both were. I sighed.

“ You ok? You look kind of dazed there for a minute.”

I chuckled nervously. “ Yeah, I’m fine thank you, just a little overwhelmed. This was my life for the last three years and now I’m starting from scratch. “ I shrugged. “ Just a little nervous I guess.”

“ Understandable. It’s a big change. Don’t worry Mac, we will help you get through it. “ Eddie reached over and gently squeezed my shoulder “ We are pretty good listeners, I mean being Robin’s friend there isn’t much of an option but to listen with her non- stop chatting.”

I laughed.” That’s for sure. Thank you, so much for this. I don’t know how to repay you guys.”

“ Not necessary-“

“ Hey Munson, are you going to stand there and chat all day? Those boxes aren’t going to move themselves.”

“ Your right, sorry Steve.” He smirked. “ I guess I better get back to work.”

Between the three of us we were able to make quick work of loading up the van and my car, were just getting ready to bring down the mattress in when the door opened.

“What the hell is going on here?” Darren stood in the doorway arms crossed in front of his chest, smug look on his face.

I stood tall, “ I’m moving out. I can’t do this. You have moved on and it’s time for me to start over.”

“ Your really going to do this? I thought you were just blowing smoke up my ass. Your just throwing away the three years-“

My jaw dropped and my blood boiled, I could feel my face getting hot.” Are you fucking kidding me right now? Don’t try to make me feel like the bad guy Darren, you decided to end what we had the second you stuck your dick into that other woman.”

“ Oooh, she’s got you there Darren.”

I had momentarily forgotten that Steve and Eddie were there until Steve spoke.

“ If I were you I would stay the fuck out of other people’s business.” Darren glared looking Steve over.” Who are you anyway?”

“ We are the new men in her life. “ Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Your fucking loss dude, I mean seriously. You blew it big time. That girl right there, she’s fucking amazing.”

These guys didn’t barely even know me and yet they were sticking up for me. I was so touched.

Darren stood there in disbelief.” I don’t believe it.There is no way your living with these guys-“

“ Well you better believe it pal.This lovely lady is moving in with us.” Steve came over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.” Aren’t you Babe?”

“ I am actually.”

I watched his jaw drop. “ How long has this been going on? Were you cheating on me?”

“ No, I never cheated on you. I loved you. I thought that one day we would get married when you finished Med school. But no. Now be honest, how many other girls were there in the three years?”

“ Only two.”

I shook my head. “ Oh, so only three girls including your current side chick? You are unbelievable.”

“ Really dude? Three? That’s a lot of work, a lot of lying, a lot of ‘late night study sessions?’.” Steve shook his head.

“ I’d really prefer it if you and your buddy over there would get the fuck out of my house.”

“ I think that sounds like an excellent idea. Come on Sweetheart, want to get the door for me?”

“ Your not taking my bed!”

Eddie smirked.” We abso-fucking-lutely are. The frame and the box spring are already in my van. Call up one of your other girlfriends and see if any of them have a spare bed for you. If not maybe you could sleep on the floor like the dirty fucking dog you are.”

My jaw dropped, that was amazing. Darren was totally speechless.

“ Come on sweet cheeks, let’s get you home.” Eddie lifted up his end of the mattress.

“ Yeah. Let’s go, and a word of advice babe, stay away from guys named Darren. They are usually total dickheads.” Steve smirked and he lifted the other end of the mattress and we left Darren standing there pissed and perplexed and wondering what the hell just happened.

I emerged from my room a few hours after the guys had unloaded everything and put my bed together for me. Everything had been put away and set up just the way I wanted them, books in alphabetical order by Author in my bookshelf, clothes sorted and tucked into their drawers and my bed was neatly made, I even had a floral scented candle burning. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. This place was cozy and it felt like home. The guys had been so wonderful and supportive, and I was so appreciative.

Steve was standing in the kitchen, towel thrown over his shoulder as he pulled something that smelled amazing out of the oven.

Eddie was sitting on the couch, acoustic guitar on his lap, lightly strumming.” All settled in?”

“ Yes.” I smiled. “ I can’t thank you guys enough for helping me move and for having my back. It really meant a lot to me.”

“ Seriously you don’t have to thank us.” Steve smiled.

“ Yeah, it was kind of fun putting that dickhead in his place.”Eddie grinned.

“I was so afraid that he would come in. With you guys there , it was so much better.”

“ I loved it when you told him that he ended it the second he put his dick in someone else.” Steve chef kissed his fingertips.

“ I was surprised when you said fuck.” Eddie shrugged. “ I didn’t think a word like that would be in your vocabulary.”

“ That is because you don’t know me yet. I happen to have quite a colorful and inventive vocabulary.”

“ Then you will fit right in.”

“ Come get it guys! I made Chicken Parmigiana for dinner, and I have some wine-“

“ It smells delicious.”

Steve smiled as he dished it out onto everyone’s plates. “ I hope you like it.”

Eddie popped open the wine and poured some into each glass.

“ Oh, I don’t need a lot of wine. It goes right to my head. There is something about wine and tequila, makes me very giggly and silly. You’ve just met me, I don’t think you are quite ready for that. I can be a handful. Ask Robin, she has seen it first hand.”

Eddie smirked.” Good to know. Promise me we’ll see a two glass night sometime when I don’t have to go to work. I want nothing more than to see you acting like a handful.”

“ Yeah we will save that for another night.” I raised my glass.” I would like to propose a toast, to the best roommates a girl could ever have! Thank you boys!”

“ Cheers.” We tinked our glasses together then took a sip.

We dug in and it was delicious.

“ You really know what your doing in the kitchen Steve, this is amazing!”

“ Well considering I spent 90 percent of my life alone I had to learn to fend for myself or eat spaghetti-O’s my whole life.”

Eddie laughed.” Now me, I opted for Spaghetti-O’s.”

“ You guys will have to let me know your favorite meals are for my dinner prep nights.” I took another sip of wine, finally feeling my body relaxing after weeks of being completely stressed out.” I will make crème brûlée French Toast for breakfast tomorrow?”

“ That sounds amazing.” Steve smiled.

“ Sounds fancy. I would wake up early for that.” Eddie took another sip of wine.

“ Great, I will prep it tonight. I’m sure you have everything I need for it here.” I took another sip, the wine going down really easy tonight.

“ So what happens when you drink tequila?” Eddie asked eyebrows raised.

“ That my friend is a story for another time. Let’s just say I get a little uninhibited.”

“ That we definitely need to see. We are going to The Whiskey Barrel some night when Eddie is working so he can hook us up with some top shelf and we can watch the show.”

“ The end results are never pretty. It will equal you holding my hair back while I puke my guts out.”

“That is a price I would be willing to pay.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed.” I still can’t picture you uninhibited sweetheart.”

I raised my eyebrows.” Why because I’m a nerd? It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen.”

Eddie searched my eyes for a minute .“ So I have to ask, I am sure Steve wants to know too,what did you see in that guy? He was a total Asshole.”

I sighed.” He wasn’t always like that. I met him at a party, he looked at me like I was the only girl in the room, charming and smooth,Med student so he had ambition and drive. Apparently he uses that look and ambition to drive his penis into other women.”

Steve burst out laughing and Eddie looked at me and laughed.” Sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing but that was fucking amazing.”

“ It’s fine.Now I’m moving on to bigger, well hopefully bigger,” I held my pointer fingers out a few inches apart, indicating the length of the mediocre dick I had settled for for years,”and better things.” I smirked.

Steve nearly spit out his wine, and this time Eddie burst out in laughter.

“ Jesus Christ Sweetheart!” He sat back in his chair, shaking his head.

“ We make exceptions for the ones we love right? I thought I loved him. “

“ Maybe that is why he was such a dick. Because he has a small wiener. I mean he obviously knows what to do with it if he gets the girls. Oh sorry Mac.”

I shrugged my shoulders.” It is what it is. Now I need to know, why don’t you guys have girlfriends, your both quite a catch

Steve wiped his mouth with a napkin.” I had a girlfriend, she was my whole world, I dreamed of Marrying her, having six little nuggets with her,and being one big happy family. She clearly had other ideas. She dumped me and it broke my heart, like really broke me. I vowed not to let that happen again, so nothing serious just keeping it casual.”

“I’m sorry Steve. That sucks. Are you happy though?”

“ Yeah, for now. Who knows, maybe someday I will meet the right person and I’ll change my mind. I am very upfront about my intentions. I don’t lead women on.”

“ And you Eddie? “ I looked at him over the top of my wineglass.” What is your story?”

“ There is not much of a story. I was considered a Freak where I grew up because I listened to metal and played Dungeons and Dragons, read fantasy and science fiction books. No one wanted to go out with the freak.If it wasn’t for Steve and Robin and a misfit group of kids we hung out with I wouldn’t have had anyone but my uncle who raised me. That’s why I followed this bone head here. No one here knew my reputation and I got a fresh start. I was finally comfortable in my own skin, no one judging me, a little more confident.Being a Bartender, you meet a lot of people, a lot of beautiful women.” He shrugged. “ Not gonna lie, once I started getting positive attention I loved it. Who doesn’t love it when an attractive person flirts with you, comes on to you. I am not opposed to being in a relationship. I just haven’t met a person that I have really clicked with yet.” He downed the rest of his wine,” Who knows? Maybe I never will.”

I shook my head. “ You guys are both amazing, I find it hard to believe that it won’t happen for you.” I smiled at them.” This day has been so therapeutic for me, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, that’s because of you guys.” I got up from the table completely stuffed and took care of my plate. I walked over and kissed Steve’s cheek then kissed Eddie’s cheek.” You guys are the best.”

“ You’re not so bad yourself O’Conner.” Eddie smiled.

“ Yeah, I think having a woman roommate is going to work out just fine.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut

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academicdisasterfic · 2 years

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Letters in Transition, 4 September 2022

A collaborative correspondence between @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm and I, inspired by our encounters with fic as queer, trans boys. Letters, words and art exchanged at the start of an unrestrained life.

Previous entries can be found here. In this letter I reference this art by joy.

Dear joy,

Summer is over and autumn is here; we’ve made it through.

Summer is also very complicated for me. On one level, my autistic sensory stuff means I hate heat, hate sunshine, hate loose clothes, hate sweat, hate hair sticking to my neck - I moved to a cooler climate on purpose. I also hate how visible summer can make me as a trans person; there’s only one or two layers between the world and my binder, or the world and my wide, soft hips.

On another level, this summer has been a period of hibernation for me, a time of respite. I changed my life drastically in spring, and over this summer, I have gently, carefully settled into it. I looked after myself; I started medication for my migraines, I got a stable job, I nurtured friendships. I’ve visited the same places over and over until they’ve felt familiar. I’ve started to feel local in my new home, like I belong. I’ve bought books and plants and dug my roots beneath the dirt here.

And now the weather is changing, and my favourite season is here, and I feel ready to burst forward into the world; I want to plan adventures and try different things and write new stories. I love the rain, love the wind and the cold and the elements that seem hostile at first, but then again, I grew up during a drought in Australia, and so perhaps that’s why those elements have always felt like freshness to me, like the promise of growth, the sign that good things are to come.

It’s weird and wonderful, being in a new place after coming out and starting to transition; my housemates and friends and coworkers only know me with my binder and short hair and lower voice. I’ve shown a few people pictures of me from high school recently, and they’ve all said, without fail, I don’t even recognise you.

You recently made this for Harry’s birthday. I stared at it for a very long time. Big Harry looks like a superhero. Little Harry looks unbearably trusting, sweet, scared. The same way I was as a child.

If I could cup Little Rooney’s face and tell him anything, what would it be? Perhaps I’d say, you’re a boy, and let that stew, and then I’d be able to transition young and avoid the trauma I went through during puberty and university. Or maybe I’d say, you really don’t want to do law, and I would have been able to stay at home for longer and work less and do what I loved immediately. Or maybe I’d say, don’t stay with things just because they’re safe, and I wouldn’t have gotten married and instead would have spent more time with my family and friends.

But really, when I think about it, I don’t want to change any of that. I’m typing this while my boyfriend sleeps on the other end of the phone; I can hear him breathing. I’m typing this knowing I’m going to see the platonic love of my life to watch the third Lord of the Rings film next week. I’m typing this thinking about the big adventure I’m going on to see my best friends in less than six months.

So maybe I’d just tell Little Rooney, so many people will love you, and I’d leave it at that; let him hurt and make mistakes, just so he could get right here, right now.

I really like being right here. It’s grey outside. The streets are damp. There’s a touch of coolness back in the wind. And I get to decide how I want to grow.

All my love,

Rooney

#joy and rooney contra mundum

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short-black-diamond · 7 months

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omg you're so sweet 😭🫶🏼💕 dw so far my uni life is actually pretty nice so far! sure, it started out awkward but I already have a few friends that I've went out multiple times with to have my lunch and they make really good company. I'm also living in a hostel and oh my god, THANKFULLY all my housemates are nice girls because you have no idea how many horror stories I've heard of people hating and being disturbed by their housemates.

but like, my housemates aren't exactly living saints lmfao, some of them still have some pretty annoying habits but it's to be expected when you're living with a bunch of strangers.

as for kira, if I'm not mistaken, didn't ego said in the beginning of the story that once someone gets eliminated in blue lock, any hope they have regarding football in japan is absolutely crushed? I mean sure, kira still could technically play for other countries since he was pretty famous in the football department but hmmm I'm not really sure 🤔 I'm not really an analyst lmao, I just love reading analysts that people make of bllk characters. but I see your point, it would be pretty cool for kira to suddenly return and I bet the look on Isagi's face will be absolutely priceless 😭

- 🌷 anon

I hope nothing bad will happen to you and your precious roommates and that you guys will stay nice and friendly to each other and that you guys won't go at each others necks, also send out greetings and good luck from me, and it also goes to you too, my blossoming tulip!!!

I also hope that they don't put up a facade to be fake girls, so be cautious.

And now, what you said about Kira, yeah I've been thinking that too, because he won against Isagi, but lost when Isagi kicked him in the face with a ball. Also, when Kira looked at everyone wiht that angry/ugly snarl of his, yelling that he'd come back, I really think he will.

Just...maybe in a hundred or more chapters later or sooner, idk. and regarding what you said about Isagi and his remeeting with kira which might (not) happen, yeah, I think Isagi would look pretty dumbfounded when Kira would waltz in and demand a match against him. Or something like that.

-your diamond <3

#my beautiful 🌷#🌷tulip #🌷 anon #my blossoming 🌷#kira x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk theories with short-black-diamond #bllk x you #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader

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!!!!! hello!!! here are my ocs!!

this is clover!! they are a big sweetheart and love to love. they’re very confused and kinda scared about finding out they have a power (especially since it’s mind manipulation and therefore terrifying) but they’re super grateful for not having to go to an actual prison and instead getting to make new friends in a cool house!! they’re shy and awkward when first meeting new people but once they’re comfortable around someone they come out of their shell and love to talk and laugh. they love dalia with all their heart, but they’ve always wanted a father figure too, so when andrei enters the picture they become very attached very quickly and look up to him a lot. also they’re a sucker for anyone who flirts with them so they’re Looking™ at F 👀

this is stormy!! he is a menace!! he doesn’t take anything seriously, pushes people’s buttons every chance he gets, and thinks it’s funny whenever he gets arrested. he’s very excited about his new illusion power and will absolutely freak people out with it constantly. despite dalia’s efforts, he’s never been very close with her, or anyone. maybe one of his new acquaintances will manage to break down his walls and weasel their way into his heart (not sure who yet, possibly k or n?) 👀 and maybe he’ll finally let himself feel like he’s part of a family 🤷 who’s to say

i hope you like them!! who would you pair them with? also could i perhaps hear what everybody’s first impressions of them would be? 👉👈 sorry this got so long shfhdjhf also also disclaimer, i used a picrew and did not make the pictures myself lol anyways thank you for letting me share okay bye!!! 💕

AHH I love them 🥹🫶

Clover is very sweet, I’d pair them with F, as you mentioned but also Perry but also Dani, I think the dynamic of a very sweet and shy MC with Dani is one that I really like, mostly because it helps balance Dani out in terms of their own characters flaws (ex, their anger lol) but a shy MC with F is so fun :,)

As for Stormy, a character like him would get into a lot of chaos with a character like Alex haha K and a character who likes to push people’s buttons means bickering a lot but K would love that since K loves arguing lol so they’d complement each other well, N would be a bit intimidated but warm up to the idea of an MC who sort of has enough energy for the both of them, so N won’t feel obligated to have to be “on” for others 🫶 which is exhausting for them, and it comes up in their character arc !!

Their first impressions of your MC Clover:

Perry: find them endearing, Perry would appreciate the fact that they’re staying positive and would think that there’s finally a housemate that has a more positive outlook on the whole situation. Perry would also appreciate the way they treat Andrei, and thats extra points in his book aha

Finn/Fera: would instantly want to see if they can be the one who breaks them out of their shell and would definitely tease (lighthearted,though!) they’d be curious definitely. I’d pair Clover with F, I think, it would be a nice dynamic

Kade/Kiera: K is always preparing themselves for a housemate who is difficult to live with, so they’d be relieved to meet someone like Clover

Alex: usually has no particularly opinions towards any house guests, but would find their awkwardness amusing haha

Dani: Dani isn’t shy but they also don’t talk much so it’ll probably be awkward silence at first conversation haha

Noah/Nora: commence the competition between whose the most shy between the two because N is definitely not an outgoing person on first meeting…honestly I’d love to witness that

Everett/Eva: E usually has the same first impression for all dufner residents “another one?” Lololol

First impression of Stormy:

Perry: probably wouldn’t know what to do with himself lolol would be slightly intimidated

Finn/Fera: would want to be stormy’s friend on the grounds of the possible chaos they can create (this goes for Alex too)

Dani: wouldn’t know how to approach someone like him. Probably keep their distance until they get a handle on him, he likes to push people’s buttons so Dani would definitely butt heads with him lol

N: VERY overwhelmed, would retreat; would not know how to act, would probably not even try to engage haha but not in a bad way more like in a “how do I deal with such a energetic person like this”

K: the very fact that he likes to push people’s buttons would intrigue K to want to go head to head, that’s just K’s nature hahaha K’s first impression would be “who is this person and why are they going toe to toe with me rn”

Alex: would be instantly intrigued, honestly they’d take over the world together lmao

Everett/Eva: other than wondering why there’s another resident, maybe there’s possible rivalry possibilities? They’d definitely be like 🤨 seeing Stormy laughing over getting arrested haha

I hope you like that haha and I do like your MCs, they’re great! 🫶🫶 Thank you for sharing, can’t wait to see how Clover and Stormy are in chapter 2 and beyond 🥹🥹

#ask #emberwood #interactive fiction wip #interactive fiction #interactive novel #MC

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oh-katsuki · 2 years

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🙋🏽‍♀️💖🛠 for your ask game!

hello!

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

this one is actually kinda relevant bc i thought it was only my housemates who knew but i found out two nights ago that literally my entire close friend group knows. im honestly not too happy about it since it's my private hobby and im a little upset because it means that my housemates told their boyfriends (and their boyfriends told the others) despite me expressly asking them not to. like it was not my intention for them to know and my writing is a very personal and private thing so it was honestly kind of an overstep on their part. but... what can ya do. ill stew in silence over it. i haven't gotten shit for it though which is cool and great, still annoying that my very personal secret got out though. as long as they don't go looking for my blog im fine.

💖 What made you start writing?

i've been writing since i can remember (short stories and stuff) but fanfic is relatively new save for ONE story in middle school. i actually used to be a fan artist on here about two years ago before i started writing fic! i ended up gaining a lot of mutuals who were writers and they kinda gave me the courage to start writing my ideas as fics!! that and i followed a lot of really fantastic writers who made me want to be as skilled as them!!

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

i live and die by google docs. all of my fics are written in them and i have trouble writing them anywhere else. sometimes ill jot down ideas in my notes app when im out and about but i always use google docs to write the actual story. arial, 11 point font, single spacing. OH and i also use grammarly tho i have some qualms bc its corrections aren't always right, nor do they make sense.

thanks for playing with me <333

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clockworksteel · 1 year

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Scattered gendered stuff with no conclusions again.

Lately I've been thinking about how it could be nice to have a profile picture that was some sort of person, that could also be used in some sort of scene in my Youtube banner. But... I've never been sure at all what that character should look like. It occurs to me... it's probably related to me not knowing what I want to look like for real.

I bought myself some chapstick. I get that's not really gendered on its own, but when the motivation is less "My lips could get dry" and more "I can pretend it's like having lipstick without committing to the bit" it kinda is. Also it's pomegranate rather than some sort of neutral "classic". Chapstick is also not really something I've bothered with before now even when I needed it. Like, I wouldn't refuse if someone offered a use, but I didn't keep my own either. At any rate, trying things without committing to the bit does seem to be a theme for me, but it feels safe.

I had a dream this week about getting lectured by my parents because of knee-high socks. I've already been worried about my parents, thanks. Lately not a week goes by when I don't think about a certain religious anti-LGBT one page document they had a framed copy of in the living room for almost as long as I remember (although it’s actually in one of the guest bedrooms now). I mean, the document is plenty dogwhistled, and does cover a couple other things, but it had a definite undertone. It’s “The Family: A Proclamation to the World” from 1995 if anyone is wondering.

I've got 4 characters named Alice now. In addition to Splatoon, I named the character for a new Terraria playthrough "Alice", my R-Type Final 2 pilot "Alice Pierce" and my Cupid Parasite protagonist "Alice Mirror" (default last name). Weirdly, when I went looking for a website with some last names so I could find a cool one for my R-Type Final 2 pilot I found a website which broke last names into female and male ones. That's... not how last names work. They had Pierce as a male last name, even, but honestly the only Pierce I can think of is Tamora Pierce.

I got a bit of a questioning by someone on my Switch friends list about why I decided to play Cupid Parasite, but the conversation kinda started off on the wrong foot with reasons why they didn't expect me to play it so I never really explained properly. Maybe I shouldn't have responded to the initial "Why are you playing that?" with "Why not?" because they actually had an answer. I'll admit the dating men thing is a bit odd, but do I really seem that much like I don't care about stories in games? Like, sure, some of the time I don't. I get that I usually can't be bothered to talk to every NPC, I didn't read all my fates in Granblue Fantasy (big events throw too many pulls at you), and I didn't really do sidequests in Nier: Automata so I didn't put together as much as I could have nor did I find its story that memorable, but it's not like I skip every cutscene in stuff I play or anything. I even played every route of Hustle Cat before. Anyway, I mentioned I'm kinda tired of always getting a fragmented version of the story from watching my housemate play and just wanted to see one complete route for once. It could’ve been a good time to mention that I also specifically wanted to try playing something aimed at women, though.

...I wonder if a lot of stories I haven't appreciated a whole lot are because my emotions haven't been working right for a long time.

On the subject of emotions, for some reason I keep wondering about the question "How often does the (median) average adult cry for emotional reasons?" Less as an actual fact I'd want to know and more of an "I bet my best guess would be way off". Like, I'm thinking yearly, maybe?

I was going to say something here wondering about the last time I actually cried but I think I'd rather leave it out.

#clockwork-gender

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losthomunculus · 3 years

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Online Safety Relevant to the Current State of the Internet

On twitter I made a tweet about how online safety lessons in school can be very out of touch but that the advice of people who are familiar with the current internet shouldn't be disregarded. So here's my informal collection of online safety tips

Sources: unrestricted internet access since elementary school (not recommended), being a formerly involuntarily home bound person for several years that amassed way too much online experience

This could possibly hold upsetting reminders to people who had bad experiences online including mentions of grooming and emotional manipulation so please proceed with caution!

Information Sharing

Make an online pseudonym for public profiles and websites.

Don’t feel like you have to list everything about you for the world to see.

Sometimes it’s not a question of “can this information be used to locate and identify me irl?”, but simply “do I want this information publicly available and linked to my online persona?”

Unlike offline, being online leaves a constant trail of who you were accessible at all times. People are constantly growing and changing. Try to limit the information you share so you can ditch that trail and start over if need be.

Sharing information with people you make friends with and trust is a judgement call on your part, but always be on the safe side and be protective of your information.

Start as cautious as possible with online safety. Any risks or judgement calls can come later when you are 1. aware of the risks, 2. ready to address them if they occur, and 3. have gathered plenty of information instead of doing something blindly and hoping for the best.

Do not share your triggers publicly, they can very easily be used against you. Instead use websites with a large amount of filtering options to curate your online experience. If you are going to share them, only do it privately with people you trust.

Importance of Boundaries

It doesn’t matter how mature you are, don’t enter age limited spaces you don’t qualify for. It’s disrespectful to the boundaries of the people who made that space. Boundaries like this exist for the comfort of both sides involved.

Just because you can “handle it” doesn’t mean it’s good for you. Desensitization is not something to brag about.

Venting or making r18 posts as a minor on a public account is VERY dangerous. Intense emotional vulnerability is something manipulators will look for as a way to get to you. The same with sexual jokes to develop your comfort talking about those topics casually and eventually escalating the situation. If you are going to talk about such things please keep that in private conversations with people you trust in your age group.

Note the difference between public and private online space. Tweeting something on a public account is not the same as having a conversation in the cafeteria with your friends.

If an adult tries talking to you about r18, run the other way. Doesn’t matter how cool you are, it says something weird about THEM if they’re willing to talk to a minor about that stuff.

If someone( like 3+ years, honestly depends on how old you are) older than you wouldn't be comfortable saying what they're saying to you in front of other people (like a teacher or guardian), that's suspicious as hell. Run in the other direction.

The younger you are, the more age gaps matter. There's a bigger difference in development between a 13 year old and a 17 year old than there is between a 20 year old and a 24 year old. It helps to try to contextualize it with real people instead of numbers. Instead of thinking "oh just 4 years? that's not that weird" consider "oh. that would be like a freshman (13/14) dating a senior (17/18). yikes."

Be just as wary of people your own age talking about things that make you uncomfortable. Just like irl, sometimes you’ll meet people your age that are hurtful.

Friends complain to each other and talk about their issues, that alone is fine. But when people are doing it without permission, draw a line. When people are making it feel like you’re responsible for maintaining their mental health, you need to draw a line. When it starts to effect your mental health, PLEASE DRAW A LINE! I know it feels like your responsibility sometimes, but it’s not. You cannot be there for others if you’re not taking care of yourself first and foremost.

Don’t be afraid to block people. Even for petty reasons. It’s good to block people. Don’t force yourself to see stuff you don’t want to see.

Being Constantly Online

The 24 hour news cycle is not a good thing to follow 24/7. Taking social responsibility is a good thing, but your brain is NOT built to worry about every issue in the world at once. One strategy I use for staying sane is I try to only check the news once a day, and if something needs more attention to set aside an amount of time I’m going to focus on it before I need to take time to step back.

Touch grass. Not literally, unless you can in which case I highly suggest it, sometimes it’s just good to lay in a field. What I mean is you need to dedicate a good portion of your time to being offline (sleep does not count). What your offline time looks like is going to differ depending on your level of ability, but even if you are house bound it’s important to build some hobbies that don’t rely on the internet. Talking to people offline is also a good goal if possible, even just to your housemates.

Social etiquette greatly differs online and offline and sometimes the reminder that were all just Some People gets lost behind the numbers and the fabricated personas. Keep in mind the difference in how information is shared without forgetting that the fact we are all people remains the same.

Be generous with your etiquette. You will avoid a lot of stress if you conduct yourself with the same politeness you would have in an offline interaction. Master the art of "minding your own business" for your own sake.

Arguments and Competition

As soon as you can, you need to internalize the fact that leaving an argument is not losing.

It is inevitable you will be exposed to many people who disagree with you. Some people only want to argue to rile you up. Sometimes that’s not their intention, but it’s what they’re doing. You do not have to remain in conversation with people, especially if they’re not interested in actually coming to an understanding. Even if they are interested, sometimes they just suck!! Leave!! You can leave!!

On that note, sometimes you are going to get valid criticism and it’s going to hurt. That is part of learning. If someone says you messed up and did something hurtful, take a second to step back from your defensiveness and consider: intent ≠ effect. Apologize, repair what you can, and move forward with the ability to do better in the future. You’re going to mess up every once in awhile, it’s inevitable.

To summarize the past two points: don't waste your time on unnecessary hostility but don't close yourself into an echo chamber either. Debates should be about learning.

Sometimes people are not going to like you. This happens offline too but people tend to be a lot more blunt online. Sometimes people dislike you for no reason or for really petty reasons. That’s not your problem, move on.

Don’t actively seek out people you don’t like or who don’t like you to argue with. Whether or not your side is the “right side” doesn’t matter, it’s going to cause you so much unnecessary stress. Feel free to keep posting your opinions on your own profile but don’t seek out unnecessary conflict.

This is a different type of competition than previously mentioned, but be aware of the danger of comparing yourself to other people. Especially if you’re a creative or student, DO NOT GET SWEPT UP IN THE GRIND CULTURE. It’s more subtle in some places than others, but anytime you see the notion that you should be working yourself to the bone be VERY critical. Also be critical of any online cultures (such as gaming and art communities) that brag about unhealthy habits or act like it’s ~part of the culture~ (ex: all nighters, not taking breaks, getting hurt. Any activity that neglects health to work toward a goal).

Not just grind culture, any community of subculture that shares anti recovery sentiments is a huge red flag. Even if they're joking, it's not worth the risk of internalizing those statements.

Everyone’s social media presence is to some degree doctored because it’s a purposefully selected collection of what they allow you to see. It’s fine to like the persona you see being displayed, but never forget that it is not reflective of the entire person. Everyone online is JUST SOME PERSON. Do not forget that and start holding yourself to a standard you can’t even see every side of.

By posting online you are opening yourself to criticism. Whether or not it’s justified can vary, but either way it’s going to happen. Mute stuff, go private, disable comments, etc if you need to.

Misc Tidbits

these are technically just general info that is also good for offline but I have seen things that make me think people online need the extra reminder.

Learn what cults are, how they recruit, and what they do to their members. I'm not kidding. This is particularly relevant at the moment because of current societal unrest and widespread loneliness. No one is immune to cult propaganda, and not every cult is based on pre established religion or family. Many exist ONLINE and are able to manipulate people without ever meeting face to face. (learn more: Loneliness as a Pandemic: The Dangers of Online Cult

Familiarize yourself with the concept of pseudoscience. Please familiarize yourself with the concept of pseudoscience and then learn how to identify pseudoscience. (learn more: Karl Popper, Science, & Pseudoscience: Crash Course Philosophy #8)

Q. How do I know if a source is reliable?

Final Thoughts

It's important people of ALL ages learn these lessons, because the internet is constantly changing and we are all vulnerable when in the presence of other people.

Be cautious and stay safe

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iyumeu · 3 years

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Pillow Fort Movie Time! - with the Brothers

After begging, pleading, wheedling, and scoring As for all your tests, Lucifer had finally given in and allowed you to use the House of Lamentation's common area one (1) time to do whatever you wanted.

And you wanted to build a pillow fort.

However! You were not content with just a pillow fort. No. You wanted a Cinema Pillow Fort: large, extravagant, and with a television you could watch a movie on.

And so you went to Mammon, knowing that he had a large flat-screen television hoarded somewhere within his room that he wasn't using at all.

⭒☆━━━━━━━⸜₍๑•⌔•๑ ₎⸝━━━━━━━☆⭒

> When you asked Mammon for the television, he was somewhat reluctant to part with it at first. After all, it had cost him a pretty penny and it was fragile!

> However, after telling him what you wanted to do with it and inviting him along (because he would be part of your pillow fort movie party. C'mon. He never leaves you alone and it'll be better to invite him rather than have him try to squeeze his way in. Inviting him would make him feel wanted and you definitely wanted him there!), he had blushed and said that it wasn't that he wanted to help you, but you had asked and he just so happened to be free so he would help you set up both the television and the fort! But he wasn't being nice! He was just... making sure that your pillow fort didn't suck! Because he'd be in there too! (Because he was your first! Your man!) And he didn't want to be in a pillow fort that sucked!

> Mammon had no idea what a pillow fort was. But he wasn't going to tell you that.

> He plugged up the television and hung up the canopy of the pillow fort, layering the blankets and cloth (and why had Mammon been hoarding so much good cloth?) and attaching them to the part of the ceiling where Lucifer usually strung him from so they were nice and secure.

> Your excitement and joy was rubbing off of him and he found himself looking forward to seeing the end result of the pillow fort the two of you were building together.

> Meanwhile you placed some futons and thin mattresses — whatever you had lying around, really — on the ground before covering them up with a few layers of plush and fluffy blankets for the base of the pillow fort.

This was when Belphegor trailed down the stairs, sleepily rubbing at his eye with one hand and holding his pillow in the other, pausing in his step when he saw caught sight of the utter mess you and Mammon had turned the common area to.

⭒☆━━━━━━━ʕ -ᴥ-ʔ━━━━━━━☆⭒

> Belphegor's first thought was honestly to just leave you guys be. It looked like more trouble than it was worth and he couldn't really muster up the energy for it.

> But then you smiled at Mammon so openly and so sweetly, thanking him for his help, that Belphegor suddenly sound himself standing next to you, arms around you and his chin resting on your head.

> "MC... what are you doing?" he asked, ignoring Mammon's demands for him to keep his hands to himself.

> "I'm building a pillow fort!"

> Despite having a demon hanging off of you, you move with a practiced ease as you shifted the futons and mattresses around to ensure that there were neither bumps nor gaps in your base.

> With a similarly practiced ease, Belphie nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder.

> "What's a pillow fort?"

> You briefly explain to Belphie what a pillow fort was (pretending to ignore how Mammon listened in on the conversation as well): a construction made out of blankets, pillows, and other soft material resembling a sort of den or nest. It was supposedly very comfortable and cozy.

> This piqued Belphegor's interest. He asks if he can help. He wants to be praised too, like how you praised Mammon.

> You tell him to bring all the pillows he's willing to part with. This was something he could do. He had a lot of pillows, after all, and he would ask Beel to help him drag them all down.

> While Belphegor went to retrieve his pillows, you already had a few beanbags chairs that you bought specifically for this day that you placed around the fort. You piled your pillows together with them to create a few sizeable and steady piles to either lean back or bury yourself in.

Eventually, Beelzebub came down the stairs along with Belphegor, arms pull of pillows and cushions.

⭒☆━━━━━━━ᙙᙖ━━━━━━━☆⭒

> After setting down the pillows and watching Belphegor lie face first into a pile and fall asleep, Beelzebub's attention was immediately drawn to the pile of snacks you had set aside for your movie night.

> First, there were the snacks you had specifically imported from the human realm. Popcorn with various flavors, marshmallows, potato chips, ice cream... you even got yourself two buckets of cotton candy!

> Apart from those, you had spent the day cooking large servings of mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes, and warm soup (in a thermos!). You had also baked cookies and although half of them "mysteriously" disappeared when you were cooling them, you still had quite a sizeable serving left.

> Why did you have so much food? Because you planned ahead of course! From the very beginning, you knew that even though pillow fort movie night was something you planned for yourself, your wonderful, beloved, amazing, clingy demonic housemates would somehow become a part of it.

> The only thing you weren't sure was the number of demons joining you.

> It didn't matter though, considering Beelzebub was here.

> You had to stand between Beelzebub and the food, sternly holding your ground and talking him down. It was an extremely difficult endeavor, considering the lethality of Beelzebub's puppy eyes, but you pulled through. Just barely.

> You lied. You gave Beel the mashed potatoes.

> When you noticed that Beelzebub was still eyeing the rest of your food, you firmly told him that the food was saved for your movie night and that if he wanted to eat it, he had to wait until then.

> "When will movie night start?" he asked.

> "When the pillow fort is set up," you replied.

> +1 helper, get!

> He helped with most of the heavy lifting, bringing the high-backed dining chairs to act as boundary wall for the fort, tying the blankets to them.

> Your pillow fort was taking shape!

> However, it seemed a little too dark. You had completely forgotten to order the fairy lights you planned to use as mood lighting. Thankfully, you know someone who definitely had what you were looking for.

⭒☆━━━━━━━₍ᐢ ̥ ̞ ̥ᐢ₎ ♥━━━━━━━☆⭒

When you knocked on Asmodeus' door to get some of his charmed candles (spelled to keep the flame to themselves! no more burns! no more accidental fires! no more fire hazards! get yours from akuzon now, for only—), he demanded to know what it was for.

> "Is it for a date? A candlelit dinner, maybe?" Asmodeus sidled up next to you, wrapping his arms around one of yours and snuggling close. "Or perhaps to set a romantic, sensual mood for certain... activities?"

> Was it just you or was Asmodeus' grip getting tighter?

> "Since when did you get a paramour anyway," he pouted. "I thought we were friends? Close friends, even! We're supposed to tell each other our secrets!"

> "It's for my pillow fort," you answered. "I'm making one downstairs with Mammon, Belphie, and Beel. You're welcome to join if you want to."

> "I'd love to join!" Asmodeus let go of your arm to grab his candles. "Scented or non-scented?"

> "Non-scented please, we'll be eating snacks while we watch the movie."

> Asmodeus gasped. "A movie? We're going to have a movie date? Ooh, I want to sit next to you! Can I?"

> "Uhhh, I don't mind, but the others might—"

> "It's settled!"

> Asmodeus looked so happy that you decided that you had to make space for him by your side, even if you were faced with ten thousand puppy eyes.

Just then, you saw that Leviathan's door was open and he was looking at the both of you with a pinched expression on his face.

⭒☆━━━━━━━～>º˵)ニニニニ>━━━━━━━☆⭒

> When he realized that you were looking at him, he panicked.

> "MC!!" he blurted out. "I wasn't eavesdropping!"

> His face was flushed red but you noticed that his gaze was still enviously fixed onto you and Asmodeus.

> "Do you want to join us in the pillow fort as well?" you offered. Levi's face turned redder and his grip on the door tightened. Ahh Levi, you're warping the wood.

> "I don't need to join in on your normie activities!" he spat out and then immediately regretted it. "I mean, I don't need to, but I don't mind it! Since you've asked, I suppose I can join in on your movie night and pillow fort!"

> "You don't have to if you don't want to," you said. Half of you was trying to be nice. The other half just wanted to see Levi flustered. You couldn't help yourself. A flustered Levi was a cute Levi!

> Levi mumbled something under his breath. You blinked and leaned in closer.

> "What did you say?"

> "I said I want to!"

> You grinned at him and discovered a brand new shade of red.

> You reached out to link your arms with Asmodeus and Levi.

> "C'mon, let's get back down. The pillow fort should almost be done by now!"

> "Oh right MC," Asmodeus suddenly said. "I've been meaning to ask; what exactly is a pillow fort?"

> "..."

When you were done explaining to Asmodeus and Levi the intricacies of building the Ideal Pillow Fort, you saw Satan standing in the common area, looking curiously at the fort.

⭒☆━━━━━━━(=🝦 ༝ 🝦=)━━━━━━━☆⭒

> You swear, if you had to explain what a pillow fort was one more time—

> "Hello MC, is this... a blanket fort?" Satan asked.

> Oh thank god.

> Or the devil?

> Religion is hard when you're in hell.

> "Yes! I call it a pillow fort but blanket fort is one of its names as well."

> "I see."

> Satan had come across blanket forts — or pillow forts, as MC called them — before in some of the human romance novels he's read. Usually they were used during terribly intimate moments between the romantic leads, or between two very close friends.

> Huddling together and trading hushed whispers, intertwined fingers and shoulders brushing against each other, a small part of Satan has always wanted to try it out with someone.

> Try it out with you, you, it could only be you.

> But he hadn't known how to make a blanket fort and if he were every to do something like that with you, he would want it to be perfect.

> He couldn't find any books on the subject of making blanket forts either so he eventually gave up on his fantasy.

> But now, here it was. The blanket fort.

> It was a little bigger than how he imagined it to be, but it was fine.

> There were also more people compared to how things were in his fantasy but that was also fine.

> He took careful notes in his head. Next time, he would be able to replicate a blanket fort and hopefully you would be willing to share it with him.

> "Would you like to join in?" you asked because Satan was really eyeing the pillow fort with a strange intensity.

> "If you don't mind," Satan replied with a smile.

It was just then that Lucifer came home.

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> "When you said that you wanted free reign over the common area, this was not what I had in mind," Lucifer commented.

> "Haha," you said. And because you already had like six out of seven of the brothers agreeing to join you in your fort, you decided to test your chances with Lucifer. After all, it would suck for him to feel left out. "We're all gonna watch a movie together, would you like to watch with us?"

> There was a long pause as Lucifer looked at you, at the pillow fort, at his brothers, and then at his suitcase.

> Just as you were sure that Lucifer was going to turn down your invitation, he sighed and gave you a small smile.

> Tiny, miniscule, microscopic softening of the eyes, but you knew him well enough to tell that it was a smile.

⭒☆━━━━━━━✿ᏊㅇꈊㅇᏊ✿━━━━━━━☆⭒

> It took a while but eventually you all got yourself settled into the pillow fort. It wasn't a very tight fit, but it certainly was cozy with your clingy demon housemates squeezed tight all around you.

> Each of them had to have a part of their body touching yours, like you were their life source and it brought back memories to the time you went to the beach and, in the hotel, they all formed a circle around you to sleep like some sort of deranged ritual.

> Still, they wouldn't be your beloved demon housemates without all their oddities and quirks and you love them all dearly for it.

> It also helps that not all of them ran hot; some of them actually ran cold so you didn't have to worry about getting overheated anytime soon.

> Anyway, you were comfortable and once you made sure everyone else was too, you loaded your movie and hit play.

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die—"

#obey me #obey me x reader #iyumeu writes om #YES THEY'RE WATCHING TWILIGHT #i love twilight it's such a funny show #like non ironically. i really like it #anyway what if i wrote a twilight au where mc is a human and the brothers are vampires #ah but i have two more ideas i need to write before that...#obey me shall we date #bullet fic #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me x mc #anyway this was written by me for me #because i wanted to yume levi so bad #i want to watch anime with levi in a blanket fort sooo bad #it's not as shippy in some parts... ):#that's fine because the next one will be #still grasping characterization... h #anyway did you know that the pride sin is blue in color?#yeah it tripped me up too because lucifer's like decked in black and red #man can't you color code yourself? you dont even have a hint of blue. at least the other boys wear their color or have it in their eyes #except for beel... didn't know red was gluttony #beel darling please color code urself too--#huh they could make a set of power rangers #pls talk to me about these demonic boys i am alone in this fandom haaaaa #anyway first fic sorry if characterization is weird im not strong enough to get to the later stages... tch #anyway the pearls event was so funny when everyone was like #god i wish i could see how that looked like

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